Part One: Coffee & Curiosity - Daddy & Princess

[CommandingTouch]

She was late. Not too late, just late enough to let the tension simmer. I watched from the café window, my thumb slowly circling the rim of my cup, as she approached. A soft dress, a shy smile, eyes that flickered with knowing. She’d read the rules I’d sent. And she’d still come.
 

"Hi," she said, slightly breathless, slightly flushed. She sat across from me, nervous fingers playing with her cup.

"You came alone. That pleases me," I said.

Her eyes dropped immediately. Good girl.

We talked — not about work, not about the weather — but about trust, needs, expectations. Her voice trembled when she admitted she'd never had someone take control properly. Not just in the bedroom, but in the way she needed it most: deliberately, fully, with care.

Daddy: You want to be my good girl, don’t you?
Princess: I do… I want to learn.
Daddy: Then you’ll learn the rules. And you’ll follow them.
Daddy: Are you scared?
Princess: A little… but more excited.

I smiled. She was honest. That mattered.

Daddy: That’s a good answer. Excitement and *** feel the same in your chest — it’s what you choose to do with them that counts.

I reached across the table, gently touching her fingers. She flinched — not out of ***, but that sweet startle that comes with anticipation.

Daddy: Finish your coffee, Princess. Then we’ll walk.
Princess: Yes… Daddy.

Her voice was barely a whisper. But it was the first time she called me that. And it echoed.