[F4M] Little Girl's Daddy

I love my Daddy, and Daddy loves me. He’s not my real Daddy, but that doesn’t stop either of us from pretending otherwise. I’m his darling little girl, the one he reads bedtime stories to, the one he watches over, the one he loves, protects and cooks for. I do love it so much when Daddy cooks for me, almost every night. Daddy is just the best Daddy a little girl like me could ask for, he’s sweet, he’s caring and he always does what’s best for me. I love my Daddy.

Curled up in his lap, listening to his soothing voice as I sip on my cup of hot cocoa, I nuzzled into his chest and looked up, eyes alight with affection. “Daddy, I’m sleepy,” I whispered to him, a little bit of a whine seeping into my voice as he smiled down, nodding at my words. Within the next five minutes, I’d finished my cup and nuzzled up against his powerful chest. Safe and sound within his arms, he carried me off to the bathroom. I gave him a quick kiss on the neck, a wordless ‘thank you’ before stepping off and brushing my teeth.

He gave me a warm smile as I showed off the gleaming whites, taking my hand and walking me to my bedroom. Safe and sound in Daddy’s presence, I climbed on into bed as he tucked me in, giving me a goodnight kiss on the forehead. Like clockwork, the two distinct metallic clicks followed, one for closing and the other as the light faded. “Goodnight Daddy,” I sang, nestling into the pillow and covers before drifting off to sleep. He would be there morning come.

Light flowed gently through the curtains, softened by the fabric as the beams pried open my eyes. “Good Morning Daddy,” I yawned, stretching my arms out as the air rushed by my mouth.

“Good Morning sweetheart,” he replied, a bit lower than the bed and from the corner of the room. Smiling, I pulled the sheets off and clambered to my legs, taking deliberate steps towards him with the morning haze lingered upon my mind. It would be time to shower soon enough, I loved showering with Daddy. But first thing was first, I unlocked the cage, latched the leash onto your collar and tugged you along.

“I love you Daddy,” I told you with enough endearment that perhaps for a moment the collar wasn't so apparent, nor the leash I held in my hand as I walked you towards the bathroom on all fours, beaming as brightly as ever. I love my Daddy.

Daddy Status: Closed

Little Me

Will you be my Daddy?