She sits crossed legged. So cute in her panties. A vision in pigtails and pink nails. The pad and paper laid out on the matt before her. Paci by her side. She frowns. “Daddy,” she says, and she stares up at me like I am the universe. “I can’t remember what to write.”

Out of this room she is brilliant. She is multitudes. My pretty polymath. A puzzle others are desperate to solve. But now? Here? Here she is a vessel. A space to hold my love and my desire. And it’s magic that she can contain so much. She’s a Tardis in a ‘Fuck me Daddy’ T-Shirt.

She’s not there yet though. Little space a little out of reach. She needs to feel different. Her day was complex. Tonight need’s to be simple. The instructions? She was to write out her rules. Her little manifesto. The commandments Daddy gave her back when the world was smaller.

She puts down the sharpie and stands up. A delicate thing. Almost floating. Her weight held in her eyes. She walks to the chair where I sit, nuzzles ass first into my lap, purrs at my neck, eyes fixed on mine. “Daddy” she’s says, “Will you test me?”

“Rule number 4?” I say. “I don’t know,” she pouts back, so I slide my hand up to her tits, and pinch her nipple hard. “Rule number 4?” I repeat as she winches and says “I will always be shaved and smooth and ready for use by my Daddy.” I unclasp her nipple and move my hand down.

I trace a finger over her clit on the outside of her panties. Softly, and so slowly, as if she might stop me if my moves are too sudden. As if she might say ‘no’. I run my finger down the length of her slit, hooking it under the material as I go. Rough fingers against wet skin.

As I trace the edge of her little lips I say “Rule number 6?” and it frustrates her. “I don’t kn…” she goes to say, but before she can finish I bend her over my knee and spank her ass hard. She yelps and shouts, “I will make Daddy proud when he sends others to use me.”

I rip down her panties. “Rule number 5″ I say and I spank harder as she cries “I am a three hole use toy for Daddy. I will practise taking Daddy’s cock in all my holes with ease.” I move a finger down from the dimples at the bottom of her back, all the way to her asshole.

As I push the tip of my finger past the rim of her special little hole, and feel it release and then tighten, I say “Rule number 3?” She shakes her head – so I lay her down on the mat. / I pick up her Paci. I rub it casually over her clit and down through the folds of her pussy.

“Rule number 3?” I repeat and with one hand I pinch the hood of her clit while I pop the Paci gently inside her tiny hole. She smiles as she grimaces and says “When I require oral comfort I shall inform Him by kneeling and saying ‘Please may I use your cock Daddy?’’’

I release the pressure on the hood of her clit and start to rub her button instead. “Rule number 2?” I say and she doesn’t hesitate. “My orgasms belong to Daddy….” I start to rub harder. “I will always ask my Daddy for permission to cum.” I rub in circles. Firm – with purpose.

Her pussy starts to flood. “Please” she whispers, and I give her cunt a spank. “Pardon?” I say and I can hear the sound of her release building just below her heart. “Please Daddy – please may I cum?” “Yes” I say, as she lets out that cry, along with her cum, soaking my fingers.

She shifts quickly into my lap – shaking and empty. I place the Paci in her mouth as her cheek rests against my cock – hard beneath my suit. And she’s there, where she needs to be. And it’s simple. And it’s only the start. The start of tonight. The start of the world.

Because I have a manifesto too: I will remind you of those first flushes of excitement, felt in those fresh fumbles. I’ll make you giddy with expectation, but with a touch that is assured. Your pleasure will be an inevitability.

And if that excitement came with confusion or trauma or pain – I will make you feel that stinging pleasure from a place of safety. I’ll warm you with dark nostalgia. And you’ll know you will always be safe. You will always have purpose. You will always belong.

She looks up at me and the Paci falls to the floor as she opens her mouth. “Please may I use your cock Daddy?” She smiles and I throb at the request. I take out my cock – thick with need – and she puts it in her mouth – straining to make it fit – but eager to suckle on the tip.

She barely moves her mouth as she gently sucks out comfort. She is deep in little space now. “Princess?” I say and she stops sucking and uses her hands instead – toying with my cock – stroking it like a favourite stuffie. “What is rule number…1?” I say.

“I don’t know.” she gulps. “I can’t remember.” But then she grins. “You promise you don’t remember?” I say, and her grin gets wider.
“I will not lie to my Daddy.” She says. She knew that one. She knew every one, off by heart and inside out.

She often said “I don’t know”. It wasn’t a lie, so much as a pose. And I love her poses. Sometimes she says she has forgotten her little manifesto because she wants punishment. But tonight she just wanted to feel like they were new again.

Her hands tighten around the head of my cock – gliding smoothly as her spit coats its head. She stares into my eyes – like she is the universe. “Please love me Daddy” she says. And I do. And I cum. And she’s mine.