Daddy's Collection: 8 DDLG Stories

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I laid there for a bit, relaxing, watching some tv, until I had an aching feeling in my stomach. I should probably make sure she's actually working. She has toys in her room, after all. I sighed again, even louder than last time, standing once more to head to her room, hoping my thought was wrong. If I had better friends, I wouldn’t have this problem. My phone began to buzz over and over as I received a string of texts with emojis and gifs expressing happiness. Ageplayers are NOT pedophiles. The definition of pedophilia is having sexual feelings towards children. A sub is not a child, but is a consenting adult. Therefore, a Daddy Dom wants to be with HIS little girl, not little girls in general. Why is the DD/lg Relationship so Fulfilling for Ageplayers? He gently helped the soft shirt onto you, making you feel warm inside as he did. He placed a lingering kiss on your forehead. I Don't Own Any Characters Unless I Throw In An OC. I Don't Own The Anime Either. I Do Own The Stories/Plots, Though, And Will CopyStrike If Copied.

He kept running his hand so lightly up one thigh then down the other as I squirmed and giggled so much my paci fell out. “stop stop” I gasped. Usually men are naturally attracted to youth and innocence, and having a little meets that need continuously. They will also have the satisfaction of having someone rely and dote on them, and counting on them to “fix it” when things get hard. Similarly, littles are constantly seeking the praise and attention of their Daddy and will do their best to please him. Littles should refer to their Dom as Daddy, and always ask them for permission, just like a dependent child would. Daddys need to call their littles by appropriate names like Baby Girl, and conversations and lectures are more enjoyable when she’s told to sit on his lap.

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I set it in front of her, watching as she wasted no time digging into it, "I forgot to change you, so as soon as you finish let's get you cleaned up." Shaking my head, I started to type a response, deleting it halfway through to give attention to the twenty-five-pound cat rubbing against me. Binx: the orange and white Maine Coon meowed at me.

I cried out around my paci and tried to move my hands but they were still securely tied. Daddy laughed at my crying out and just slapped my bum again, it felt even harder this time. This compromise brought a smile to Stacy's face and she nodded at the request. "Of course, I'll make sure they don't see anything. I'll put them inside the hatch on the changing table and you can use that room to change whenever you need to."He was diagnosed with terminal cancer and didn’t have long to live. He was going to die of cancer, just like my mother. My father made my life hell growing up, disappointed that I didn’t become the military daughter. He always asked me why I couldn’t be like my adoptive older brother. My dad would tell me: “Your brother isn’t even related by blood and he knows what he should do.” I stood in the corner, tears still streaming down my face, my bum burning bright red as daddy lay down on the bed and turn the tv on, only he had it on mute, so I could hear him telling me what a baby I was, how only babys got food all over their faces, and cried when they got spanked. This just made me even more humiliated and the tears kept flowing.

As humiliating as it was to think about, Christy knew Stacy was right about this one. The 'they're not diapers, they're pull-ups' argument was something she'd used at times to help ease some of the kids that were potty training into the training pants they bought as opposed to letting them run around in regular underwear and potentially make a mess. She still considered them to be diapers, just thinner. Still, though, they would help keep her pants dry which would prevent the kids from seeing when she'd had an accident. That alone would help all of this be much less embarrassing until she could figure out what was going on and fix it. Leaving me lying down, tied to the bed, he lifted the bowl and held it close to my face, but high enough I couldn’t see what it was. He used the spoon to scoop some out and I noticed it was a baby spoon, and the food looked like apple sauce. She felt the cramp cause a push in her bowels and she helplessly spread her legs to accommodate what she knew was coming next. She let out a bit of a grunt as the cramp forced another push in her bowels, only this time it was accompanied by a warm mush spreading into the seat of her pull-up. She once again felt frozen in place as her body forced the large mess into her pull-up. By the time it was done spreading across her bottom, she felt the familiar warmth between her legs as her bladder gave out as well, soaking her now messy pull-up.I grunted, sitting upright in my bed, finding my girlfriend, who is also my little princess, sitting in my lap, giving me my wake-up call. I glared angrily at first, but then smiled, gripping her in a tight hug. She smiled, clinging tightly to me. Daddy Dom knows exactly what and how he wants especially inside the bedroom. He is in charge of the situation, the Little one only needs to surrender and enjoy the ride. Her blonde hair was in pigtails with bright coloured scrunchies that matched the pink shirt she wore with a teddy bear on it. The denim overalls that covered the rest of her had patches that matched the scrunchies. She even had a pacifier for a ring on her hand.

Daddy is giving his bad bad baby girl an enema.” As he said this I could feel the liquid flowing inside of me. It can be hard to explain this lifestyle or know what things to say to someone who doesn’t understand this kink. Basically, age playing and DDlg satisfy both individuals involved on many levels: How to Be a Daddy DomDDlg revolves around wanting to please and fearing disapproval, so rewards and punishments are vital. Therefore pats on the head and forehead kisses mean a lot, and spankings are usually a must. In addition, keeping the attitude of “Daddy knows best” will also deepen intimacy. Good DD/lg rules for littles include: Hey, kiddo, have you done your homework yet? Weekend's almost over." I asked, tapping her shoulder to get her attention. The rest of the day went without much issue, although she had another close call near the end of the day. She'd been able to get into the bathroom just in time to avoid an accident, but even that (admittedly minor) victory just added to the humiliation due to the underwear she saw as she went to the bathroom. She knew what it was for and how it was likely to be used at some point even if she did manage to make it this time. She didn't know why or how this was happening, but she wished it would stop soon.