i wonder if anyone can see me rubbing my thighs together in public while i think of your posts and their pretty colours, or while i’m brave enough to scroll through your blog out in public. i wonder if there are any other good girls around that know exactly what i’m doing.
Imagine getting caught. Imagine a pretty girl taking your phone and reading Daddy's words. Imagine what she'd say, how she'd look at you, how your cheeks would burn with embarrassment. Imagine how it would feel if she left you there, leaking.
What happens when you see her again? What happens after she's spent a few days reading and rubbing, finding out what turns you on and learning to love it? How will you feel when she decides that Daddy is right and you need a Good Girl to help you progress your programming? Would you follow her home? Would you leave your clothes at the door and spend all night leaking your minds out together?
Before long, it might be a regular thing. Your place or hers? It just makes sense to cut costs and share. It just makes sense to spend your days together and spend your nights here with Daddy. It just makes sense to give Daddy your relationship as you kiss and rub and fuck each other. It just makes sense to bend over and take turns being filled.
Then one day, you look around and you've forgotten that other people don't have Daddies. Other people don't spend so much time being brainwashed or having their sexuality toyed with. Other people don't know what it's like to be a Good Girl. Except for that cute little slut pressing her thighs together on the bus...
