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Part Six: The Morning After - Daddy & Princess


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She woke with her head on my chest. The collar still rested gently around her neck, a soft reminder of the night before.

Daddy: Sleep well?

Princess: So well… I feel owned. Safe. Light.

I made her coffee just the way she liked it. She sat at my feet, knees bent, sipping it while I stroked her hair.

Daddy: Today, you’ll wear something for me under your clothes. A little reminder of who you belong to.

She smiled shyly.

Princess: Yes, Daddy.

Daddy: And no touching yourself. At all. If you need relief, you ask. If you’re good, you might get it.

Princess: Understood.

We kissed, soft, slow, like we had all the time in the world.

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