"Public Obedience" - Daddy & Princess

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Princess:
The collar stayed on.
Not just behind closed doors, but outside, too — tucked under scarves, hidden beneath high collars, but always there.
A quiet, constant reminder that I belonged.
To Daddy.
And only Daddy.

Daddy:
Obedience doesn’t stop at the threshold.
I didn’t train her to forget who she was in public.
I trained her to carry it quietly.
With pride.
Her eyes down for just a second longer.
Her steps measured to match mine.
Her body always just a breath away from mine — craving the next command.

 

Princess:
We went out for coffee one afternoon.
To anyone else, we looked like a normal couple.
But I knew better.
Daddy had slipped something small into my underwear before we left — just enough to make every movement delicious ***.
He gave me a rule before we stepped into the café:
“Stay composed. But if I say the word good, you will clench. And you will not stop until I say otherwise.”
It was innocent. Wicked.
And I never wanted anything more.

 

Daddy:
Watching her try to hold a conversation while squirming silently was… art.
She flushed. Bit her lip.
But never disobeyed.
I sipped my drink and leaned in casually.
“You’ve been such a good girl today.”
Her eyes fluttered.
She clenched.
And we kept talking.

 

Princess:
No one knew.
But I felt it.
That line between exposed and protected.
Daddy never paraded me.
He didn’t need to.
Because I knew I was marked.
I knew every word he spoke had a second meaning.
And my body answered each one like it was a gospel.

 

Daddy:
The power isn’t in the performance.
It’s in the quiet domination.
The whispered rules.
The coded touches.
The way my hand on her lower back says, you’re doing well
And the tap on her thigh says, you’ll be dealt with later
Obedience in public is the ultimate show of devotion.
No eyes needed.
Just trust.

 

Princess:
We walked through the bookstore later that evening.
I browsed quietly while Daddy stood behind me.
His finger traced the back of my collar beneath my coat.
One small tug.
I gasped.
He leaned in and whispered,
“You’re glowing with my control, little one.”
And I was.
I felt it.
Like I radiated him.

 

Daddy:
The world doesn’t need to know the details.
Let them wonder why she blushes when I call her Princess.
Why she holds doors with both hands.
Why she sits with her knees together and her eyes down when I’m speaking.
Let them guess.
Let them feel the hum of something they can’t name.
That’s the beauty of public obedience.
It’s not about them knowing.
It’s about her never forgetting.

 

Princess:
Later that night, curled up at Daddy’s feet, I looked up at him and whispered,
“Do they know?”
He smiled without looking away from his book.
“They don’t need to, my Princess.”
He closed the pages, set it down, and took my chin in his hand.
“Because you know. And that’s all that matters.”
And I nodded.
Because I did.
With every inch of me.

 

Daddy:
Some men collect cars.
Some collect watches.
I collected something better.
A living, breathing, beautiful thing that glows when she’s owned.
That thrives under my rules.
That kneels not because she’s ***d…
But because she wants to.
My final masterpiece.
My good girl.
My forever.

[r3****]

Thank you 🫶🏻I felt that .. well written ! Mkooo


(I miss my daddy so much… 🥺)

[Ar****]

Mmm, that is what I want

[ni****]

Officially in love with stories of what this daddy does. Definitely makes me crave that sense of not knowing but not needing to.

[ma****]

This is what i want

[r3****]

I’m starving for more from this writer … please sir , can I have some more 🩷