"The New Agreement" - Daddy & Princess

[Deleted Member]

Princess:
It’s been eleven months.
Eleven months since the last contract ended.
Eleven months of craving him. Of hearing his voice in my dreams. Of remembering exactly how it felt to have his hand tangled in my hair and his words carved into my skin.
I told myself it was a one-time arrangement. Just a month. Just a game.
But I lied.
Because when his message came — One more month? My terms. Come ready. — I didn’t even hesitate.

Daddy:
She arrived at my door just after sunset. Same heels. New eyes. There was something different in the way she stood there — not afraid, not hesitant. Just... open.
I didn’t ask her how she’d been. I didn’t need to.
She was glowing with that same ache I’d planted in her almost a year ago.
And now, I was going to feed it.
But this time, the contract wasn’t just about play.
This time, I was going to train her to stay.

Princess:
He didn’t hand me the contract right away.
Instead, he pulled me into his study, sat me on his lap, and whispered in my ear.
“This month isn’t like last time. This isn’t a repeat. This is a reckoning.”
My skin prickled. My thighs clenched.
He placed a blank collar on the desk beside us. No tag. Just a strip of soft black leather. Waiting.
And I knew — this wasn’t just about obedience.
It was about proving I belonged to him. Fully. Permanently.

Daddy:
Training a Princess isn’t about control. It’s about ownership through trust.
She doesn’t just serve. She becomes.
I stripped her of every routine she knew. No mirrors. No clocks. No calendar.
She didn’t need to measure time anymore. She only needed my voice.

Princess:
The days blurred. I no longer knew when one ended or began.
Daddy would wake me with his hands. Put me to bed with his mouth. Feed me between commands.
I didn’t ask questions. I didn’t need to.
He praised me when I was good. Corrected me when I wasn’t.
He kept a journal. Logged my responses. My reactions. My edges.
And every night before sleep, he’d whisper,
“We’re getting closer.”

Daddy:
This was no longer about casual use. This was about devotion.
She learned to crawl when told. To stand when summoned. To come on command.
But the most beautiful part wasn’t her obedience.
It was the way she glowed when she earned it.
She didn’t just want to please me.
She needed it.

Princess:
The most intense moment didn’t come during a scene.
It came when Daddy made me stand in front of him, hands behind my back, completely still.
He looked at me for a long time. Then he said,
“If I put this collar on you, it doesn’t come off when the month ends.”
I swallowed hard.
He placed it around my neck — not fastening it yet — and kissed the base of my throat.
Not a punishment. Not a reward.
A promise.

Daddy:
I gave her one final test.
Not ***. Not endurance. Not denial.
Stillness.
I made her kneel, arms behind her, for one hour while I read nearby.
No orders. No praise. No attention.
And she stayed. Not because I told her to — but because she chose to.
That’s when I knew.
She was ready.

Princess:
The last night came.
He brought me into the study, naked, knees shaking.
The contract was on the desk. But this one had no end date.
He read it aloud. Slowly.
Ownership. Devotion. No time limits. No safe distance.
Just Daddy. And me.
Then he took the collar and buckled it around my throat with calm, unshakable hands.
And whispered,
“You’re mine now.”

Daddy:
She didn’t cry.
She smiled.
A soft, satisfied, wrecked little smile that told me I’d broken her in all the right ways.
My Princess.
Not for a month.
For good.

Edited July 17 by Deleted Member

[Deleted Member]

Wow!!! S***chless!!

[Se****]

Another lovely writing, although I feel for the poor girls knees after kneeling for an hour (likely only because mine are so decrepit)!

[ki****]

Beautiful. I want my daddy to do this to me....