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"Words When She's Away"
by DaddyO
She was a nervous small town college girl craving adventure in the big city so I earmarked her for eye-opening experiences because that's what I like to do with wide-eyed girls like this.
Our energetic escapades were new and exciting for her. For me, her nervous enthusiasm contained all the the newness and excitement I needed to exist.
She kept getting prettier with each sexy picture she sent from afar.
There was something magical about her. I know because I've lived with a magician before and have witnessed my share of abracadabra disappearing acts!
I felt her sorority girl heart racing, so I posted a warning before initiating her into my fraternity of thrills:
"You will get wet on this carnal carnival ride!"
She indeed got very wet.
We made new friends and our social status grew.
At once shy and confident:
She knows her worth but doesn't yet realize it's value to me.
She asked me if I'd consider having her as my submissive babygirl.
"More than that, sweetheart, anticipating you is my inspiration."
At once nervous and comfortable:
How will I corrupt her in my memory foam cradle?
The next time we touch, I shall hold her against my chest and plant tender kisses on the eyelids of her formerly wide eyes, now blissfully blindfolded and bound to my objectives.
When they open slowly and our eyes connect it all makes sense.
She knows she feels cared for, because I know I care.
My patience flourishes with each menial task she completes for me:
Fantasy meditation.
Text message pictures of her smile.
A secret flash of her vulnerable flesh.
Even compiling a list of words to inspire my prose.
This is all we can do until we're together.
In the same way my sensations prompt her reactions, her submission fuels my dominance.
Praise is lavished upon me by her willingness to trust.
I have planted many stripes to her ass with my cane, but with her obedient spirit she marks my heart.
