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It’s been a longggg time since I logged on here and everyone I knew seems to have disappeared 😭

Mood: deny me potty privileges , but constantly refill my cup with water . Tell me that good girls have to stay hydrated , but when I head for the bathroom tell me no . When I whimper and whine , tell me that the more I whine the longer the denials . Watch me clench my thighs and do the potty dance , my facial expressions constantly changing . Pull me into your lap and spread my legs so that they sit on the outsides of yours . Ask me if I need to go potty , ask me if I think I’ve earned that privilege . When I second think myself , wondering if I really did earn it , start working your fingers against my bladder . When I shift and start to squirm in your lap wrap your other arm around me and growl into my ear . Make me melt back against you and fight the urge to squirm . When I start to ask again , work your fingers against my bladder harder . When I tell you “Daddy, no!” tell me that good girls don’t argue . Press against my lower tummy until I can’t handle it anymore and I leak out . Mock me , for not being big enough to control myself . When I can’t fight it anymore and release my bladder while I’m in your lap , taunt and tease me . Comment on the mess that I made , tell that you should rub my face in it and that maybe then I’d learn.

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Kneeling girl! Because why not. And red socks. <3

How cute!

sheer material over a chubby belly is so 🖤🖤🖤

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A special picture for Sir

She’s sitting at her desk coloring when he walks in. He’s carrying a brown paper bag, smiling his sweet evil grin. You aren’t sure what’s coming but you’re positive you may love and hate it.

“I have a present for you kitten” he says as he hands you the bag. “I want you to color me your best picture, take your time, whatever you want”.

You smile at the thought of making up your own picture for him. He always loves when you draw him stuff. You sit at the desk with your markers and you start drawing. A beautiful picture on both sides of the bag, with the words “I love you Sir” written in big bold colors on both sides. You know he’s watching a movie in the living room but you run in excitedly to show him your pictures. He looks all over it smiling, hugs you and kisses your forehead, “I’m so proud of you Kitten, it’s perfect!” He says as he stands up beside you.

He reaches his hand up to kiss you hard, his lips always send electricity through you when he first touches you. His breath near you as he speaks sends shivers all over, “Now down on your knees kitten, it’s time to play”. You drop as quickly as he says it, his voice change tells you he’s ready for you, and that makes you wet instantly. “Hands behind your back Kitten, close your eyes and open your mouth.”.

You feel the bag going over your head and before you can think about it his fingers rip a hole right where your mouth is. His hands grab both sides of your head through the bag. “This is the prettiest picture you’ve ever made me kitten” he says as he slides his cock immediately into your mouth. He thrusts in and out with abandon, not deep enough choke you but faster than his normal pace. Your body slowly adjusts to his face fucking. His grip on your head tightens as he starts to thrust faster. There is no warm up. No slow time. Just hard, fast, deep trusts into your mouth.

He grunts and moans as he starts to tense, you feel every inch of him pulse inside your mouth. He pulls out just in time as you hear liquid hitting the paper bag. His cum exploding all over your beautiful picture. He takes the bag off and tells you to open your eyes and relax your arms. His smile tells you how amazing you were. Your smile tells him how much you needed this too.

He sits the bag off to the side and says “We will get that framed and hang it in your room. The perfect reminder of us.”

He sits back down on the couch and pulls you to his lap, you kneel beside him and lay your head on his lap and your arms rest on him. He gently runs his fingers through your hair as he tells you “That’s my good girl, just relax now”.