Thread by @DaddyWriting, Story: Be my doll. (TW: CNC story)There are times when I want [...]

Story: Be my doll. (TW: CNC story)

There are times when I want the brat. I want you to taunt me, provoke me, dare me to put you in your place.

I want to feel you wriggle and struggle against my superior strength and greater weight until you give up, happily broken.

Beaten.

I usually want to test the limits of my dominance, and display my power over you. I want to earn your submission over and over again, and show you just how skilled your Daddy is to make you melt, surrender and come.

Not today.

Today I need something different. I need to clear my mind and be released of all pressures and responsibility.

I want to be allowed to feel selfish and uninhibited.

I need you to be my doll

I want you to dress like a teenage dream. Like the woman 16 y/o me, who knows of nothing of my current stresses, would create.

I want red lips and pigtails. I want stockings and heels. I want teasingly transparent lingerie.

And I want you to stand there, and wait to be used.

I don't want you to speak. I don't want validation and I don't want judgement. In every other part of our lives, I marvel at what a formidable woman you are, and how special it is you'd submit to me.

I don't want that now.

I want my empty-headed fuck toy.

I want to circle you and wonder to myself where I'll force my cock first, with no consideration for your pleasure whatsoever.

I want that inner teenager to just do whatever he needs to feel release. No self loathing. No skill required.

Just empty myself into my doll.

Maybe I'll push my dick between your thighs and fuck them until I coat them in cum

Maybe I'll lie you on the bed, balance your head over the edge, and fuck your throat raw

Maybe I'll kiss you with selfish one-sided aggression, strike your ass like I know you can't feel pain.

Maybe I'll spray cum onto your breasts like a novice, or bend you over the bed and fuck your asshole.

All the while, you'll be vacant.

Compliant.

Receptive.

And while most of my brain will be successfully tricked - that this is just teenager me, fucking my little sex toy - the silent Daddy will still be there, proudly banking the experience.

Daddy - loving how you have kept the same expression. How you aren't yelping at my uncontrolled pulls, strikes, and bites. How you haven't gasped or panted as this huge man has used you and bruised you just to empty my cock.

And I can't wait to talk about this afterwards. How did it feel to be such an object. How did it feel to be so devoured. Did it make your cunt throb? Your clit tingle?

Was it hard to stay so still and be my doll?

Of course, I already know. You can't control the dilation of your pupils, and you can't control your heart rate.

You can't control how wet you got.

I know already, you loved serving me. Releasing me.

I know it turns you on to be seen as sexy in this way, a teenage dream.

And afterwards you lie there. Your throat red. Your lipstick smeared. Your hair a mess.

Cum running off you. Cum leaking out of you.

And you finally allow yourself one act of agency. One gesture to reveal you're not just a doll.

You smile.

Thank you, Babygirl.

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