Imagine.

You arrive at a big, ornate heavy wooden door at the end of a long, dimly lit corridor of an old, grand hotel.

Your heart racing, you hold up your hand, ready to knock. Three times, as instructed via the letter.

Knock. Knock… knock.., your hand strikes the door as directed, although lifting it feels heavy, too much anticipation. The nerves running through your body continue to pulse wildly. Every part of you is alive.

“Come in”, you hear his voice.

Your panties are soaked through, and you curse under your breath you didn’t bring a fresh pair.

Slow, steady steps bring you to the lit part of a large room. Ornate features adorn the ceiling. A painting featuring beautiful people in wicked sexual acts take up large part of the furthest wall. And all eyes within the image seem to turn and stare directly at you.

Your eyes adjust to the lower light, and you take in Daddy for the first time, in the flesh. You would climax, there and then if even a feather was to stroke your swollen clitoris.

Daddy reclines in his big, big, comfy armchair. Just as he has described. A warm fire emanates a soft glow, and the room is cosy, comfortable, safe.

Daddy gestures for you to stand in front of him.

“Stop”, his voice sends your eyes rolling back momentarily. Again that voice. Hearing it in person is almost too much for your brain to take in.

He asks you to slowly remove your clothes in slow, deliberate movements. You comply. Willingly. More than willingly. It’s too agonisingly much for your body, and you feel the sweat down your back, trickling between your asscheeks.

Each time, more skin bared for him to take in with his eyes. HIs hand is raised when he wishes you to pause. Unwrapping his slut. Your words, not his. Unwrapping his slut who would give herself freely and completely - if only you’d hear those words.

Panties slide down, soaked and slick with wet and need. An indescribable ache is unleashed inside. Is this your womb screaming for a bellyful of Daddy’s love?

Moments later, you are naked. Standing in front of him. Vulnerable. Your heart beats faster and faster. Things begin to blur, time begins to slow. Eyes are locked.

“Hello, poppet”, you hear the words, but cannot reply. You’ve not the ability at this second.

Daddy gestures for you to turn slowly. You do, of course, his commands are honey for your brain. The sweet voice of this Aussie Daddy has you moving before you realise you are actually doing as you are asked. He takes you in again with his eyes. Legs, thighs, hips, pussy, waist, breasts, shoulders, arms, neck.

You feel the heat. Your chest flushes a deep hue of red. You feel the need. Between your thighs you know you are… drenched. You have been the whole time. You feel your pussy walls greedily search for something to hold and stroke from within.

Daddy gestures for you to step closer. The light of the fire dances off your skin, shadows flicker over your skin. Hidden parts of you revealed.

Daddy’s hands are within reach. First contact. You let out an audible moan, and giggle at the way your body has handled this intense moment.

Daddy pauses, “Good girl”.

Then his hands slide up your legs to your waist.

“Turn again for me”, Daddy asks. You do, of course. His warm, older experienced hands glide effortlessly over your skin. Your hips, ass, thighs, all introduced to Daddy’s touch.

“Legs wide”, Daddy whispers in a low tone. This command awakens more instinctual behaviour inside you. Now, standing with your legs apart, Daddy leans back again into his big comfy armchair.

“Hold your lips apart, turn a little” the light of the fire accentuates that most private part of your womanhood.

You stand like that, feeling that intense ache, now bellowing throughout your body. You want to give all of yourself. It’s your purpose, your reason for being. How someone can invoke this so quickly within you is not something you can readily bring to mind. At this moment you don’t want to think. You want to be told.

“Come here, lay into my arms”. Daddy holds his arms open, and you take those two steps before you reach the armchair, and slowly, slowly slide onto Daddy’s lap, his arms wrapping themselves around you.

“That’s my good girl”. You are not aware of time or anything else. Just the pure contact of Daddy’s warm body makes you melt against him. You want to suck your thumb. Regression? Now? It’s more instinctual behaviour, and you curse yourself in your mind for going there. Your womanhood wins out, and you just press yourself close.

Daddy’s arms begin to slowly slide over your soft exposed skin. Over your hip, your ass, back of your thighs and up your back. This is not something you felt you would ever deserve, even afraid to let yourself want it. But here it is, the soft, warm, and nurturing touch of a Daddy that takes away all those cares, and leaves you with heat.

You’d do anything else he’d ask at this moment. No matter how crazy or intense. You wriggle a little on his lap, hunting for a sensation that might be a steel hard cock against you, under his pants.

All you hear for now is the soft whispers from Daddy again. “Good girl”, as he gently calms you, your naked flesh feeling electric and goose pimples and on fire and more. His hand only makes you feel more needy by the second.

“Daddy has plans for you, you will work so hard. But for now, just be”, and your legs slide apart as Daddy’s hand strokes over your hip, between soft thighs, the edge of his palm resting just barely against your vulva.

Your mind is blank. This is not how you have ever felt. You are usually strong, much more assertive.

But not with Daddy, not with the man who will awaken parts of you that you didn’t even know existed.

Submission. Fulfilment. Contentment.

Is this what you need? For Daddy to take you on this sensual exploration? Where your deepest, darkest desires are not rebuffed or rejected, but embraced and adored? The chance to share parts of yourself that very few get to enjoy or understand?

I am looking for that sweet and sensitive, highly sexual being. Is it you? What will you give, to be all you can - and more?

This is the foundation for something we build together as a long term, powerful connection.

Ready? Message me.