Principessa – Part 1

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She had hardly slept the night before. Knowing that this was the day she had waited for as long as she could remember was too much for her brain to handle. What seemed like a lifetime of yearning was culminating in the moment she had feared would never happen.

Something deep inside her was ready to be borne; the cocoon was about to release its butterfly; the flower that had been under-nourished for so long had finally been properly fertilized and was ready to bloom.

She was moving in with Daddy today.

She couldn’t remember much from her life before Him. What was clear was that everything before had been a constant sense of waiting. Yearning. Feeling incomplete.

Friends and family didn’t understand. After all, everyone had relationships. Everyone dated. She couldn’t explain to anyone just how different it felt to be in Daddy’s arms. How His touch made her feel instantly safe. And how everything about Him aroused her in such a way that she felt she could orgasm just from being near Him. Daddy was her world. And He was about to be her home.

So it was, with her heart beating fast, that she opened her eyes on the best day of her life. She walked quickly to the bathroom, looked into the mirror, and smiled a smile of contentment, excitement and relief. She looked back at herself from the glass, seeing the woman she had always wanted to be. But there was something more in her reflection. Daddy’s Perfect Little Girl.

Everything He had made her. All the love and devotion she felt for Him swept over her at once, and she realized a single happy tear was running down her cheek. Realizing that she had never felt so whole in her life brought more tears to her eyes.

She leaned back against the wall of the bathroom and cried. Cried for all the times she had felt alone in the world. All the failed relationships that had ultimately left her empty. The silly boys who didn’t have a clue what it meant to please a woman. The abusive, egotistical wanna-be Doms who made her feel ashamed and aberrant.

It was difficult to think of that last thing. She had been broken down so many times, left crushed after giving herself to someone who either didn’t know what to do with her heart or just didn’t care. How easily giving herself freely had turned to an assault on her mind as well as her body. She brushed these memories away and turned to the time Daddy had first taken her…

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Her trust had been at an all-time low. She had told herself that she wasn’t ready to give herself over to another man who could possess her heart and soul. But there was a power about Him that dissolved all of that fear when He looked into her eyes. She had tried to fight it, but it was no use. The moment he placed his hands on her arms, goosebumps erupted all over her skin. Her breath caught in her throat, and that switch in her brain was flipped before she could do anything about it. His lips met hers, and sparks flew throughout her body. He lifted her up and carried her to the bed, and she felt her soul go limp with her body. It was inescapable. Inevitable. Glorious.

He had gently laid her down and began to run His hands all over her. His touch was gentle yet firm. Her body was coming alive, even though the fabric of her clothes should have been a buffer between His strong hands and her delicate skin. One of His hands slid down her belly and between her legs. Up under her dress and against the soft cotton of her panties. As He cupped her tiny, tight little pussy above her underwear, her sex seemed to burst forth in an embarrassing wetness. She let out an audible moan as her hips writhed uncontrollably at His touch. She seemed to not have control over her movements or her voice. Her breathing was heavy, her thoughts were muddled. Subspace was washing over her, even though He had done nothing specific to Dominate her. Who was this man? Where did this power come from?

Before she could think of an answer, His finger penetrated her. Fireworks exploded in her field of vision. Her body bucked against His hand as He began to fuck her slowly. A second finger slipped inside her drenched, waiting cunt and joined the first as He tapped against her g-spot. His rhythm took her over, and her body raced to the fastest orgasm she had ever had. She came with a loud “Oh my God!” that didn’t seem to be in her own voice. Her hips and legs shook with the eruption of her orgasm, so much that she didn’t even realize He was leaning down to whisper in her ear: “You are Mine. Everything you are belongs to Me.”

Her body was still rocking with the aftershocks as His words echoed in her mind, over and over. And He was right. She was completely His, whether she wanted to be or not. The thing was…nothing would make her happier.

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She shook herself out of her reverie and smiled again at her reflection. She sat down to pee, again thinking about how excited she was to move in with her Daddy. Imagining His touch, His voice, how He commanded her without anger or belittling. Before she knew it, she was slowly stroking her clit, still sitting on the toilet. Her face flushed as she realized what a dirty little girl she was being. Would Daddy approve? Or would He tell her she should be saving her arousal for Him?

She couldn’t help herself, however. The rush was too intense, too wonderful to ignore. She slipped a finger inside herself, just as He had done on that first night. She felt the drops of urine on her fingers, and it only excited her more. She added a second finger and began to fuck her pussy harder and faster. The wet sloop sound of her hand working her fuckhole made her break out in a sweat. She leaned back against the tank and surrendered to the ecstasy of the moment, her ankles stretching her lacy thong to its limit as she spread her legs and pounded herself furiously. She was being a filthy little cumslut, and she loved it. Daddy would not be happy to know she was pleasuring herself before joining Him today. But she also reveled in being a bad little Princess. Principessa, as He liked to call her.

Her dirty little girl orgasm came hard, her hips thrusting against her hand once…twice…and a third time. Although she was obviously alone, she felt like she had eyes on her. As if her mind was being watched by Him. She smiled as she slipped her middle finger in her mouth, tasting her sweet pussy mixed with just a hint of her own urine.

She undressed and got into the shower. Soaping herself up slowly and absentmindedly, her mind turned to the night that Daddy gave her His collar.

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