You're getting exactly what you wanted. Daddy's finally getting to know all those sick little desires that keep bouncing around your head. You've been imagining a scenario just like this since we locked eyes, right? The perfect scene, where you don't have to feel so worry about the shame or judgement that may follow from just speak, letting alone acting out your fantasy. With each new plot and dream you brewed up, your body trembled at the mere thought that someday you could live them out.
And now, you are helpless as I have you seated right in front of me while I read out the journal you crafted to keep a writing of each fantasy to had. As I pace in front of you, reading them aloud with a amused grin planted firmly on my face, you can do nothing but squirm as I scan through the numerous pages.
Finally, I read aloud the most recent entry. A dream that you had just a few nights ago that woke you with your heart racing and your bed sheets a soaked mess. As my voice creeps its way through your ears into your brain, you can't help but begin to reminisce on the vile and heinous acts that were performed on you, that familiar pressure and fuzziness beginning to from in your gut. Your legs push together as I stop, finishing the anecdote as I look at you with a somewhat pleased expression.
You can't even bring your gaze to meet mine as I walk towards you and grab you softly by then chin, guiding you up to look at me. While you expected to receive ridicule and mockery, you look at me only to see lust and anticipation.
"Oh puppy, is that what you wanted me to do?"
"That can be arranged~"
