This is the tale of a woman's submissive awakening, of how Princess meets her Daddy. Read it as if you are the observer, lurking quietly in the corner of the hotel room, watching this scene unfold. Princess would like that. Daddy probably would too.
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Princess went wearily into her hotel room after a long day of pointless meetings, fake smiles, and the fragile egos of people who demanded her time and attention to fix their problems. While she enjoyed her successes, traveling for work always left her feeling physically drained and mentally cluttered.
The only silver lining of today is that Princess managed to dodge every invite for a team dinner tonight. She simply wanted to strip out of her clothes, lay down, and try to ease her mind and her body. As she removed each item of clothing - her red blazer, sheer black top, her black satin bra - her mind wandered to the dinner she'd had with her friend two nights before.
They had been a few rounds into happy hour at their hotel bar when her friend decided to confide in her secret... She had an affair with a co-worker and her husband had just found out. Just as Princess was about to ask why she would do that, her friend shared that while she regretted that she had hurt her husband, she felt no guilt about each of the acts. Even though she didn't like this co-worker that much, the act made her feel empowered and sexy. Things her husband hadn't made her feel in years, something she was missing from her life to feel whole. That thought alone had made Princess pause in her judgment. Who was she to judge her friend anyway? Princess knew that marriage was not always black and white.
Laying on her bed, thinking of that conversation, Princess begins to realize how much her home situation matches up with her friend. Princess has been married for many years, having met in their early 20s, back when Princess was too young to really know who she was as a person. And now that she is approaching 30, Princess is starting to realize how much may be missing from her life. Up to now, she had simply been going through life's motions and didn't even realize that she wasn't enjoying it. She goes to work to be in charge of fixing crises all day, comes home to clean and spend time with her husband before he goes to bed, goes back to work from her laptop at home, goes to sleep, and wakes up and repeats this every day. No children. No hobbies. No travel for pleasure, just for work - her husband not wanting to spend money or take time away from his job. Was this what life should be?
Gently, she raises her right hand and starts brushing it across her collarbone, down her left arm to her elbow, and back up to her face, her fingertips tickling the skin of her cheek. Princess travels plenty for work, and the idea of cheating or crossing a boundary has never crossed her mind before. Not even once. But today... Maybe it is the enlightenment from her friend, maybe it is that she is approaching a milestone in her age, or maybe it is simply realizing - finally - that she wants to find herself again. To be more than her job.
Moving her hand down her chest, Princess sucks in a breath at the sensation of the pads of her fingers circling her large left breast. The creamy skin erupts in goose flesh and the pink bud of her nipple tightens to a hard pucker. Princess is no stranger to kink, but all of her wants, her needs, and her fantasies are all driven inward as they are not something her husband approves of.
She smiles to herself as a thought comes over her... If her husband won't admire her or desire her, will that be true for other men? Does she have something to offer that others might like? Continuing to brush her hands across her body, Princess thinks about her physical appearance. She has always been curvy - and sure she has let herself go a bit - but she is still perfectly proportioned. Large natural breasts that hang heavily on her chest, a waist that draws in to give her an hourglass shape, ending in hips that curve around to a rather large ass. She has a tummy, but it is tight and oblong, matching the shape of her abdomen. Her lips are pink and full without being overly plump. Her eyes... well, though she loves their mossy green color, these men won't be getting her eyes... Her hair is a pleasing strawberry blonde that suits her complexion and matches the hairs covering her pink pussy. She has never put her pussy on display before, and doubts she ever will. Who would want to see a hairy unkempt pussy anyway? But her breasts? She has always been proud of those and loved showing them off back in her college days during some drunken parties. She would love for them to be appreciated again... Yes, that is what Princess wants, to know that she is appreciated for her body.
Princess has an app on her phone that she uses to look at NSFW material when she needs to get off, but she has never posted anything scandalous about herself publicly before. And what she has in mind is surely scandalous. She picks up her phone, props up her breasts, angles it to not get her face in the shot, and before she can doubt herself, she snaps a photo.
Well, it turns out she had to actually snap a few photos so her account could be verified, but once it was up and complete Princess lay back down, thrilled and turned on with what she had done.
She captioned her post "Trying to get off and need some help. Would you cum on my tits?"... Princess hopes anyone who comes across her picture likes it.
She loves to be a little tease and had long forgotten this feeling of elation, of anticipation of what could come. She hadn't realized this was a part of herself she had let slip away and she missed this. Will she draw anyone's interest? Entice them with the size and shape of her breasts? This is the most exciting thing she has done in years.
Within minutes, messages start coming in. A dozen different men tell her what they want to do to her. Some send messages calling her mommy and she immediately knows she doesn't like that. Some are just crude or blandly stating "You're hot" before asking for more and not offering anything in return. Nice to have their interest, but she still isn't feeling that spark she is looking for. More messages came in praising her. These are from men who want to give before they receive. Some ask to offer tributes and Princess has to look that up because she has no idea what that means, her first time doing this and all.
Once she does though... The idea of receiving photos of men worked up over HER photos is very alluring. She bites her lip before replying that she will accept a couple, but she still isn't feeling that empowerment she had hoped for. Maybe it is wishful thinking that the internet can provide a cerebral connection as well as a physical one.
Then came the daddies. Messages from men who want to take control, to tell her what they want her to do to them, and who promise to give her what she needs - that sweet release - in return. This is what Princess has been waiting for. She starts a few conversations with some daddies, even sending one or two more photos, her breasts dripping with her spit, and her mouth open for their use. She makes a few of them cum along the way - so they say - which makes her smile. And while she does feel pleasure at being the tool these men are using to get themselves off, there is still something missing. She is wet, touching herself to keep the feeling going, tugging lightly on her nipples, but it's not enough. She needs something more. Maybe that something doesn't exist. Maybe she will always feel like something is missing. Maybe everyone feels this way, and they just do the best they can to feel something.
Just as her hopes are starting to dwindle... her touches starting to falter... in comes one more message.
***For you - my dear readers, my silent lurkers - this is the pivotal moment in our story where Princess meets Daddy.***
The first message from him is almost standard daddy talk - at least from what Princess has seen so far in the app - but instead of making it only about him, he includes what he wants from her. He tells her he wants to cum all over her tits and rub it in while she plays with herself, wanting her to clean it up from her fingers after.
Her body heats. The first message and he's telling her exactly what he wants her to do, not to him, but to herself. Yes, this is what she has been missing. Somewhere inside her, a part of her needs to show him that she is grateful for what he is doing to her. She brings her fingers up from her pussy and takes them into her mouth. Her taste is complex, sweet but not sugary sweet, more earthy like raw honey with a bit of bitterness. Instinctually she knows that this daddy would like to see her doing as he asked so she brings her phone up to snap a picture of her fingers on her tongue, webs of her stickiness pulling between her index and middle finger, her natural bubblegum pink lips a sharp contrast in the photo to her pale skin.
Daddy praises her, "Good Girl. Clean up that mess. God watching you lick my cum off your tits is gonna get me hard all over."
Princess is thrilled, smiling that this daddy likes what she did. Butterflies erupt in her stomach and her pussy tingles. She wants to offer more so she asks what else he wants to see from her. She tells him that she only wants to please him.
"I know you do Princess, I want to see you cum for me. Just on your knees in front of me spreading your legs wide and rubbing your clit as I sit back and stroke my cock. Would you plead for me to let you taste it?"
Princess drops her jaw, her stomach hollowing out as she stretches to relieve the pleasurable tension filling her body. How does he know, she wonders? How does he know exactly what she needs and that she will be nothing but a happy mess to beg for a taste of his cock? She doesn't even know what his cock looks like, but it doesn't matter. She wants it, and even though he doesn't outright say it, Daddy wants a princess who begs. She can tell.
"Yes, Daddy. I need to taste it. To cover you in my spit and take you into my mouth. Your cock in my mouth makes me so wet. Please... Please let me."
"That's what I want to hear. Good Girl." Princess melts as she reads his response. Her second "good girl" from Daddy!!
"Are you my needy little slut? Getting all wet as you suck Daddy's cock. I bet you can't stop thinking about feeling my cock sliding deep into that wet pussy."
Something happens to Princess in that moment. Like a key sliding into a lock. Princess feels her inhibitions, her fears, and her thoughts start to slip away. Her mind begins to empty and her only motivation is to please Daddy. Her instincts guide her and the control she clings tightly to during the day drops away. She exists now only to submit and to please.
"Yesss. Oh fuck, Daddy. I'm your slut. Do you want to see me wet? I'm not smooth, but I promise I'm soft Daddy. And I am so wet for you."
Princess only has to wait a few seconds for his reply. "I would love to see your wet hairy pussy. Show me where you want Daddy's hard cock."
Somewhere in the back of her mind, Princess recognizes that she should laugh at herself. For only an hour or so before this, she was thinking about how she would be too embarrassed to show her pussy to anyone. Too worried about judgment, morals, and anonymity. But now? What thoughts? She has none. She aims the camera down at her hairy cunt, spreads her lips, and takes a photo. Sending it right away to please her Daddy with the message, "Put it right here, Daddy. In my tight little fuckhole."
"Mmmm perfect... That would look so good with my cum leaking out of it. You know a good fuckslut will always cum when she is told to. Make yourself cum right now."
As Princess reads his last message, she knows her fate is sealed.
"Make Daddy proud."
Princess moves her fingers frantically across her clit, but she is overwhelmed by all of these new sensations, these new feelings. She can't find her way out and she feels her mind start to clutter again. She doesn't want to disappoint him, but she desperately needs Daddy's help. Her instincts drive her as she tells Daddy what she needs.
"Fuck, Daddy. I'm trying. You make me so wet... but I need more. I need to be owned to cum. This fuckhole needs to be owned."
He switches gears immediately from sweet dom to hard dom, and with Daddy's next response, she understands now that Daddy is not just a name. It's not just a title. It's a presence. It's a power. She has no idea where Daddy exists in the world, but she can feel him expanding his power and channeling it through her phone and directly into her.
"I do own you.
Pinch your nipples hard.
NOW."
Princess feels her clit throb, practically jumping at those words. She pushes a hand onto her breast and pinches so hard her skin shivers. She blinks past the pain, panting as she works to bring herself to orgasm.
But Daddy isn't done. His fuckslut is not cumming like she was asked to, and he sees now that he needs to do a bit of breaking in.
"Don't make me come over there and choke you.
Stop touching yourself.
NOW."
