It's almost therapeutic in a way. You can scratch that itch, feel valued and desired, puts a little pep in your step. and for a time you get to put away all your fears, and worries. You can exist in that moment, filling one purpose, and knowing you're doing well and making me proud with the attention and praise you receive. No decisions, no intrusions. Just being my entire focus. Anxiously waiting, leaving the door unlocked, hiding in bed. Knowing I'm going to come in and take you. Blindfolded, you can't see. You'll be bound when I come in hands tied. Feet tied. Truly helpless. Your sole purpose at that time is to please daddy. You can have a bit of fun, beg daddy not to touch you. act like you don't want it. fight back when i kiss my way down between your thighs and swirl my warm wet tongue all around. Building you towards climax and letting you back down, with whimpers of faint disappointment. Until i slide fingers inside you, flicking my tongue and drive you over the edge and you cry out in pleasure. Once, twice, three times you cum on my face and now your clit is so sensitive you scream out.