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Taken from Tender Belong, part of The Gratification Series, here is a segment from the journey a BabyGirl takes to find submission by traveling along an erotic trail of her heart, mind, body and “motions”.
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The Relief of a Clear Throat -
She knelt in silence. Directly from the shower, she was as naked and as “smooth” as the day she was born, save for the long brown hair which dangled down over her shoulders. The longer it got, the more her natural curls began to return, starting on the back of her head. And in many ways, she felt as if she had been reborn when she met the man she now calls “Daddy”.
As she knelt, she reflected on the sentiments and the states of mind she had been made to visit on this day all ready; while romanticizing about where her thoughts and body would be taken before she was put to bed tonight:
She had spent the whole morning in her diaper and footed PJs. And her mind remained in the infantile world he created around her. It was a pleasant morning where everything that touched her was soft, gentle and inviting of her most innocent wishes. She spent her time on a blanket in a world of make-believe where teddy bears could talk and fairies were real, and there she remained, happily amused, until lunchtime. After all, she was his BabyGirl and it was Saturday morning.
She had spent the afternoon in a white sun dress. Simple sandals covered her feet. She shyly clung to his arm and side as they enjoyed the first signs of beautiful spring weather at the park and took the necessary stroll through the mall for no particular reason. She spent her time basking in the thrilling feelings he had conjured up in her tummy. She kept a smile the whole trip, but her face told that the cheeriness she struggled to contain with lady-like modesty was rooted in something very secretive to her. She felt like she had a dirty secret and she loved it. And as she kept that secret, she stayed right next to him without moments of wanting to wander off. After all, she was his Little Girl and should never wander far from her Daddy.
And now in the evening, she knelt by his reclining chair, naked and silent. She anticipated his arrival with trained patience. After all, she was his submissive and she had learned that her obedience through patience always yielded her an irresistible reward.
Every inch of her skin tingled as her imagination became immersed in how she would soon be made to feel. All day long she had done as she was told and soon she would reap the benefits of her submission.
Her time alone, brief and scarce as it was, served as an opportunity to reflect on where he had taken her. Whether it was down the street or down the hall, every event had a lasting effect on her heart. It was that effect which she revisited when she had the chance.
Living a submissive life, she didn’t have to make decisions anymore and her mind often hungered for something to think about. He knew this to be true and would give her the time she needed to assess how she felt.
Her quiet time on her knees was the break she needed. Before long, she heard his footsteps behind her and immediately returned her thoughts to the moment, but remained still and silent with her palms face up on her thighs. Receiving his commands had become as erotic as fulfilling his desires. Her submission had grown into a servitude that forced her to receive her own enjoyment as she gave him his. She couldn’t help herself and she lived for that fact.
She felt his hands on her neck, spinning her body around to face him. Preparing her mouth, she awaited permission to handle the stiffened cock she now eyed up with an agonizing desire to arouse further (helping the power kindled within him to emerge and devastate her).
With a nod of his head, she leaned forward, rolling her tongue around his shaft in circles as she took his erection into the warm wet surroundings of her mouth. She placed her hands delicately on his hips for leverage, but kept the sensations she gave him focused on the task in front of her.
Existing within his world, she now lived life with little responsibility, save for her duties like this. She took pride in being good at what was expected of her. Everything else seemed unimportant and distant when she had him in her mouth. It was as if she nursed his essence out of him and made it her own. And as his soul mate, she wanted no other reality than what he bestowed upon her.
He had taught her how to stimulate his erection from its tip to its base, making every inch of every stroke have maximum effect. She was eager to learn what he liked and had perfected her technique to never fail him.
His hands grasping the hair on the back of her head, he massaged her neck and scalp as she took in her mouthful of him again and again. He pulled her head towards him, thrusting his cock deep inside her throat. It was more than what her mouth could handle, but she had found control of her gag reflex and willingly accepted his full length.
Wrapping her lips tightly around his organ, she drew from him with need. His explosion shortly followed and she swallowed his seeds as if her thirst could never be quenched. He was very hard now and her own arousal began to build as her peach began to moisten.
She removed him from her mouth and continued to stroke out his orgasm with her hand, taking a moment to lick his tip when more cum appeared. Gazing up at him, she had never dreamed her life would turn out like this. She didn’t believe it possible to be this content with anyone. Yet here she was, kneeling before him, naked and on cloud nine.
Gazing back down at her, the burning lust in his eyes told her she was in for a long evening of pleasure she would not forget and her body would feel the effects of for days and nights to come … Perhaps an eternity in her senses.
He knelt down next to her, clenched the back of her neck, leaned her head back and placed a glass of water to her lips. She opened her mouth and he poured the water into her mouth. She tried to swallow it as quickly as she could, but soon the water had filled her mouth and was rolling down her cheeks.
She closed her eyes, enjoying the relief of a clear throat. She would soon need every bit of air that she could manage to gasp into her lungs. Struggling to do so, she patiently awaited his advances. He parted her legs and she permissively spread them, opening her center to whatever his bidding desired.
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The Relief of a Clear Throat -
She knelt in silence. Directly from the shower, she was as naked and as “smooth” as the day she was born, save for the long brown hair which dangled down over her shoulders. The longer it got, the more her natural curls began to return, starting on the back of her head. And in many ways, she felt as if she had been reborn when she met the man she now calls “Daddy”.
As she knelt, she reflected on the sentiments and the states of mind she had been made to visit on this day all ready; while romanticizing about where her thoughts and body would be taken before she was put to bed tonight:
She had spent the whole morning in her diaper and footed PJs. And her mind remained in the infantile world he created around her. It was a pleasant morning where everything that touched her was soft, gentle and inviting of her most innocent wishes. She spent her time on a blanket in a world of make-believe where teddy bears could talk and fairies were real, and there she remained, happily amused, until lunchtime. After all, she was his BabyGirl and it was Saturday morning.
She had spent the afternoon in a white sun dress. Simple sandals covered her feet. She shyly clung to his arm and side as they enjoyed the first signs of beautiful spring weather at the park and took the necessary stroll through the mall for no particular reason. She spent her time basking in the thrilling feelings he had conjured up in her tummy. She kept a smile the whole trip, but her face told that the cheeriness she struggled to contain with lady-like modesty was rooted in something very secretive to her. She felt like she had a dirty secret and she loved it. And as she kept that secret, she stayed right next to him without moments of wanting to wander off. After all, she was his Little Girl and should never wander far from her Daddy.
And now in the evening, she knelt by his reclining chair, naked and silent. She anticipated his arrival with trained patience. After all, she was his submissive and she had learned that her obedience through patience always yielded her an irresistible reward.
Every inch of her skin tingled as her imagination became immersed in how she would soon be made to feel. All day long she had done as she was told and soon she would reap the benefits of her submission.
Her time alone, brief and scarce as it was, served as an opportunity to reflect on where he had taken her. Whether it was down the street or down the hall, every event had a lasting effect on her heart. It was that effect which she revisited when she had the chance.
Living a submissive life, she didn’t have to make decisions anymore and her mind often hungered for something to think about. He knew this to be true and would give her the time she needed to assess how she felt.
Her quiet time on her knees was the break she needed. Before long, she heard his footsteps behind her and immediately returned her thoughts to the moment, but remained still and silent with her palms face up on her thighs. Receiving his commands had become as erotic as fulfilling his desires. Her submission had grown into a servitude that forced her to receive her own enjoyment as she gave him his. She couldn’t help herself and she lived for that fact.
She felt his hands on her neck, spinning her body around to face him. Preparing her mouth, she awaited permission to handle the stiffened cock she now eyed up with an agonizing desire to arouse further (helping the power kindled within him to emerge and devastate her).
With a nod of his head, she leaned forward, rolling her tongue around his shaft in circles as she took his erection into the warm wet surroundings of her mouth. She placed her hands delicately on his hips for leverage, but kept the sensations she gave him focused on the task in front of her.
Existing within his world, she now lived life with little responsibility, save for her duties like this. She took pride in being good at what was expected of her. Everything else seemed unimportant and distant when she had him in her mouth. It was as if she nursed his essence out of him and made it her own. And as his soul mate, she wanted no other reality than what he bestowed upon her.
He had taught her how to stimulate his erection from its tip to its base, making every inch of every stroke have maximum effect. She was eager to learn what he liked and had perfected her technique to never fail him.
His hands grasping the hair on the back of her head, he massaged her neck and scalp as she took in her mouthful of him again and again. He pulled her head towards him, thrusting his cock deep inside her throat. It was more than what her mouth could handle, but she had found control of her gag reflex and willingly accepted his full length.
Wrapping her lips tightly around his organ, she drew from him with need. His explosion shortly followed and she swallowed his seeds as if her thirst could never be quenched. He was very hard now and her own arousal began to build as her peach began to moisten.
She removed him from her mouth and continued to stroke out his orgasm with her hand, taking a moment to lick his tip when more cum appeared. Gazing up at him, she had never dreamed her life would turn out like this. She didn’t believe it possible to be this content with anyone. Yet here she was, kneeling before him, naked and on cloud nine.
Gazing back down at her, the burning lust in his eyes told her she was in for a long evening of pleasure she would not forget and her body would feel the effects of for days and nights to come … Perhaps an eternity in her senses.
He knelt down next to her, clenched the back of her neck, leaned her head back and placed a glass of water to her lips. She opened her mouth and he poured the water into her mouth. She tried to swallow it as quickly as she could, but soon the water had filled her mouth and was rolling down her cheeks.
She closed her eyes, enjoying the relief of a clear throat. She would soon need every bit of air that she could manage to gasp into her lungs. Struggling to do so, she patiently awaited his advances. He parted her legs and she permissively spread them, opening her center to whatever his bidding desired.
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