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[M4F] A finger on you lip is all it took. A story of gentle dominance
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Careless_Leader7093 is a male looking for a female
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Your mom had you young. She barely turned 18 when she found out she was pregnant with you. She was too young to know good from bad and before long, your biological dad had disappeared from your life. I had an age-gap of 12 years over her when I first met her at the barn her father had. I moved in with them as a temporary renter when I found job in their little town. And before end of the year, your mother found refuge in me after your father left her. She was lost, and young, with an infant to take care of. She had no where to go and before long, we were married, starting a family of our own.

She had her fair share of troubles, mentally and physically, and that meant that you were raised almost entirely by me. Your stepdad. I knew every bit of you. Every way you reacted. Every way in which your mind functioned. You were my little princess, so to say. But that did not come in the way of me being strict with you when the situation demanded. But I had never raised my voice with you nor had I struck you. It was different. You always knew you had to listen to me. You had raised your voice with your mother multiple times in the past, and she had grounded you, been very stern with you, screamed at you and what not. You were “Scared” of her, but you had something else with me. It was not fear, but submission.

Sure, girls listen to their dads. But you had always listened to me even when you were younger. And the older you grew, the way you listened to me changed. You did not listen to me like a girl would listen to her father, but rather as a girl who would listen to an authority figure. Dad is an authority figure, but you listened to me more like an enchanted fairy listened to the witch. You were smitten in a way you couldn’t explain. You were rebellious and mischievous just like any girl your age, but I started noticing it more ever since you turned 18 and started your shenanigans of drinking, partying and what not.

I had started noticing the short skirts more around the house. Not that I opposed it, but the way it made your teen ass look started making me take notice. The way your tank top hiked up your torso when you reached the top shelf, the way your pony tail bobbed when you climbed down the stairs, the way your breasts shook when you ran to catch the frisbee while playing with the dog. I started noticed them all.

I had tried being calm and composed with you, but it wasn’t sufficient. You were turning rebellious in a way that might harm you and that wasn’t good. While looking for ways to keep you under control, the eventful day turned up. You and I had the usual Saturday routine going on, with you leaning into me on the couch, with a blanket sprawled on top of us, watching the latest on Netflix. Your mother walked in asking "What are you guys watching" and you nonchalantly responding "Who knows? Whatever that keeps my mind blank from the boring rainy day outside".

That was enough to flare her nose up with a stern "maybe your mind would not be so blank if you tried paying attention to what your mother wants of you. You were supposed to be grounded and not come down till tomorrow. Get up right now", she yelled.

You peeled yourself away from me with great difficulty since my hand was wrapped around you, my fingers on auto pilot, twisting your hair in them. "Dadddd. I am nottt goingg up. Can you tell mom"? You appeal to the more reasonable one of the two. I look at your mom and nod my head, as if to tel her that I will take care of this. She had to no choice but to let it to me. Your mother standing in the kitchen, putting her groceries away, angry and nose flaring with the compulsion to scream at you. But she is a woman who knows her place and knows not to raise her voice in front of her husband.

I calmly get up, stand in front of you, my towering figure in front of you making you look like a tiny doll and you on the verge of bursting out in anger. You were about to say something "I...." but right then I put my finger over your lips to shut you up. I had never done that before. But I saw your body calm down the moment I put the finger on your lips.

Control.

That was the turning point in how I viewed you.

Watching you calm down and put your head down calmed your mother down as she continued putting her groceries away.

Watching you put your head down, your hair spread over your shoulders and your toe making tiny semi circles on the carpet fired something up in me. Something that I did not realize I had in me. I knew that fire was wrong. It wasn’t a fire that was supposed to exist. But there it was. Bright and burning. I thought it would cool down. But I didn’t realize it was not a fire, but a tinder that was going to light something much larger.

"Now, will you go up stairs and stay there till the morning?" I asked in a stern tone with my finger still on your lips.

I could feel your lips tremble, but you rolled up your eyes with your head still partly bent down and just gave me a single nod with a quick bite of your lower lip. "Good girl" I said, and patted you on your shoulder which made you sigh deep before turning around as if in a drunken stupor and slowly walking up the stairs.

The evening passed by with your mother cuddling up under the same blanket that was sprawled over you and I. Her complaints about you falling to deaf ears in my mind that was filled with thoughts forbidden. Your mother’s night time routine meant she had to take her sleeping pills and go to sleep at 9pm like clockwork and not even a rapturous thunder would wake her up till 7am.

As soon as the clock struck 9:15pm, I was at your door, two knocks disturbing the quiet in your room. I knew you had your headphones on and probably didn’t hear the knock. I opened the door, watching you sulking and leaning back against your bed board, headphones in your ears, hair all over you shoulder and in front of your face “May I come in” I ask, in a silly, goofy way that you love, with my hands mimicking the actions of me coming in.

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Hello there! I am aware that was a long introduction. But at least it helped set the scene up and probably gave you a taste of how my mind works along with my style of writing. I am looking for a medium to long-term idea for this roleplay. It is going to center mostly on gentle-dominance, corruption, training, teasing and leading you down a path of total control over what I want. The roleplay would involve heavy teasing and the build up is going to be more focused on corrupting you into the kind of girl I want you to become.

We can discuss details about how naive or innocent you want to be at the start. But I would be bored if you throw yourself at me the very first or second night. I am not looking for smut, but a deeply erotic, long term *tease the shit out of me till I cannot hold it back and tease me some more* kind of a roleplay that can go on for weeks. I want it to be as realistic as possible even in this twisted scenario.

Kinks: I have no limits (except the obvious gore, body fluids except cum, pussy juices, squirt, saliva and sweat), but this roleplay would mainly focus on gentle-dominance, corruption, training, teasing, edging, pregnancy scares, breeding and free-use.

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