Another confessional journal entry -

The anticipation of waiting for Daddy torments me and fills me with such a thrill. From the moment He walks in and I get my kiss, His tongue, His strong hands on my ass.

Whatever we have planned, I know I’m going to have fun. It’s as simple as cuddling up on the couch, or enjoying a meal or Him dragging me out of the comforts of my metropolitan lifestyle into suburbia. That’s the regular activities, but I know when we get back home, that Daddy is going to take care of me. With a lot of spankings, massages, showers, being touched everywhere by Him. Sometimes as simple as sitting on the ground at His feet as He rubs me..or as I play with myself.

Laying on the carpet at His feet, with my legs wide open for Him to watch me touch myself. Him, leaning forward and spitting on my pussy. Me stretching it open for Him to see, as I slide a finger or two inside. I’ve never been so wide open and ready, but He keeps watching me play, continuing to spit on my pussy. And then… He pulls my panties all the way off and throws them onto my face. I can faintly smell myself, and it’s delicious. I ask Daddy if I can take His socks off & He lets me. And then in my most subservient ways, He starts to rub His huge foot on my pussy…I am so incredibly wet. I just cannot get enough of this Man. He ends it with a spank on my pussy.