Hey baby, do you mind if I talk to you for a while? I just have a little bit to get off my chest and, well I know you like my chest. Focus on what I say though ok? That’s right, just listen. Because this is really important to me and I know I’m important to you, aren’t I?

So listen, you’ve been saying some things that make me so sad lately. I thought I was your princess but you keep telling me I do baaaad things. I don’t want you to think that about me. It makes me feel so awful that you do. I don’t mean to do anything naughty I just… well I get excited about things.

Like that dinner you paid for, I just HAD to have the champagne with it. I didn’t know it was such an expensive bottle. It’s just a drink, how expensive can it be?

And that trip we took together, wasn’t it your idea to go? Just because I liked that amazing hotel we stayed in, does that really make me naughty? You offered.

I just can’t understand why you’re upset with me. You wanted to take me away and spend all your time with me. You wanted to show me how important I am to you, right?

Because I’m your Princess, aren’t I?

Daddy?

I’m a good girl really. I could never seduce you or make you do something you don’t want to do. I’m very sweet. I’m your princess.

Aren’t I always so cute? Don’t I make you feel happy, just the sound of my voice is enough to make you melt. And you like how I make you feel.

Why do you have to worry about that? Why does it even matter what we do together? Can’t we just have fun. I know you like the fun we have in private. The things we do together.

You get to be so in charge and manly and strong with me and I’m always such a good girl for you.

You can take me to bed and do whatever you want to me, Daddy. I just like a nice date first, maybe a little treat now and then.

It’s not so bad really, is it?

Daddy come on, you know we have such a good time together. When we’re on dates and I run my hand up and down your thigh. Or when you get to grab my cute little butt as I walk beside you.

That’s you claiming me, right? Showing your Princess who’s in charge.

And if I let my ass move back and forth and you get a little lost in the motion, that’s just you thinking about how you’re gonna play with me later.

Maybe when I do something you don’t like you think about how naughty I am and how my butt deserves a good spanking. Do you think about that, daddy?

Do you think about slowly pulling up my skirt and seeing my satin panties, maybe pulling them down and bending me over the end of the bed.

Would you show me who’s boss? Show me how powerful and strong you are as you stare at my pert behind? As you watch me sway back and forth, and your eyes are drawn to my body, moth to a flame.

Your princess loves that about you, you’re so obsessed with me. But you have to put me in my place, don’t you?

You have to show me you’re in charge.

You have to be dominant.

Because otherwise I’ll be naughty. I’ll take advantage of how kind and gentle and sweet you are.

And you don’t want me to do that. You want to be in control.

You want to run your hand over my bare behind, raise it up and come down hard, make me cry out and bite my lip and turn back and say, thank you sir.

Does that make you excited? To feel my ass in your hand as you show me who’s boss?

How else could you take charge? Maybe you could pick me up and lay me down on the bed after that. And pin my hands down above my head and bind them together.

You’d feel your body pressing into mine. You’d look down into my big, innocent eyes and see your Princess completely at your mercy. You’d never hurt me, would you?

Unless I asked you to.

A little pain is ok, daddy.

I can take it, promise.

You’d have me totally powerless. Just laying back, all I could do was look at you, and wrap my legs around you and pull you close. Squeeze you tight, make you gasp as you enter me.

Oh my god you’re so big and strong. Mmm, you really know how to treat a princess. You’re just so good at that.

And how could I resist? How could I say no when it’s always so tempting to feel you that way. Feel your body moving in time with mine. In and out, that’s right daddy, in and out. Princess is so tight and wet and ready for you all the time.

You just want to make Princess feel good and that makes you feel good. And maybe I like it when you grab me a little rough. Maybe I like it when you slap my thigh as you fuck me.

That’s ok to say right? Fuck?

I know I’m so innocent it sounds a little wrong but when you have me trapped under you, when your body is totally in charge and you’re not just melting into me at all, you’re not going in and out and feeling yourself get lost in mindless arousal… you don’t mind if I say a bad word.

You don’t mind that I want to be fucked.

I want to be bound.

I want to be held tight.

Spanked.

Punished.

You don’t mind giving me what I want because it makes you feel so big and strong.

Did you like those things before you met me? Do you remember?

Do you even care?

Just show me how powerful you are. Get lost in the fantasy. Holding me down and showing me you’re the boss. I’m just a naughty girl who deserves to be punished. And you can punish me by going in and out.

No thinking, just thrusting. That’s right daddy. Just pump that cock, go on, and think about how good it would feel to be deep inside me.

To be on top of your Princess.

How do you want me, daddy?

What do you want to see me wearing?

I bet anything I wear turns you on but I know men are such visual creatures. Picturing me in cute outfits is totally mesmerizing.

So let me describe some of my faves ok?

Liiiike a little tennis skirt, white of course, with ankle socks and tennis shoes. And a tight sweater on top.

Can you imagine it? Us on the court together, me bending down to grab some balls and you see a flash of panties. Red. So obvious every time I smack that ball and the skirt rises up in the air and you those little satin panties.

Can you see it? Imagine it.

That’s right, thinking of me looking so pretty, so cute and sweet but bad too. Those panties are just designed to catch your eye, aren’t they?

It’s like I’m trying to seduce you… trick you into getting me into bed. As if that’s not what you want but should… I? Want it?

I’m not supposed to be naughty like this am I? I’m your princess.

But I can’t help myself sometimes. You’re just soooo strong, so tough. You’d probably beat me at tennis if you could tear your eyes away from my legs.

But I always win, points for me, love for you.

What about what I’d wear for a night out? Maybe… a teeny dress. Green, and short with a little slit on the side to show off more of my legs.

I know you love my legs. I bet you can imagine just grabbing me by the ankles while my back is on the bed and putting them over your shoulders to rail me daddy.

Was that too much?

Would you rather I talk about the black shoes with red soles that are just beside your face.

You don’t want to kiss them, do you? You’re too strong for that. Too powerful. You’re a big, strong man you don’t want to lick my soles and worship my feet, right?

But aren’t they small and cute. Perfect size, little feet. Tiny girl, so weak compared to you really.

I could never, ever overpower you. Never make you feel weaker with every word I say.

Could I? Daddy?

Of course not, that’s crazy. You’re too strong for that. So strong. So protective too, you just want to keep your princess safe.

Maybe that’s why it’s so hard for you to hurt me. Even if your strong hands on me make me bite my lip and roll my eyes back in my head as you claim me for your own.

Don’t you?

You wouldn’t just be doing what I say. You’re taking control. You’re in command.

I’m just a girl.

And that’s why I look so damn cute in the outfits you buy me.

Like that Halloween costume, the supervillain one, tight black catsuit with a white fur trim around the collar. And the little mask over the eyes.

Maybe that night I was a bad girl. You looked in my eyes and saw how truly naughty I was, how I was stealing your heart. And that latex catsuit was so shiny. The more you stared the more you couldn’t help yourself.

You had to stop me from doing more bad things, didn’t you?

You had to cuff me to the bed and make sure I learned the error of my ways.

You kept staring at my costume though, how it hugged every curve. How it showed my sweet, soft feminine body. How it showed just enough cleavage to draw the eye.

Draw your eyes. Made you stare. I like when you stare because I know you want me then.

You want to take me, show me who’s boss. Right?

You did that night. I said I was being a very bad girl, and I needed to be punished and you were so good at it.

Such a good daddy.

You did just what I was hoping for, what I needed you to do.

You climbed on top of me while one of my hands was totally trapped and made sure the other one found its way between your legs.

And with every stroke I made sure you knew how strong you were. How much you were in command.

Each pump made you feel so good, because you were on top. I was cuffed, helpless.

And then you were so gentle as you flipped me over onto my tummy and I let you slide your cock between my latex covered thighs.

And told you to spank me. Harder daddy. Be strong for me.

You want to be strong for me. You want to be powerful. You want to show me your strength, your control.

And I want that from you. That’s what a good girl needs, right?

A good girl needs a strong, powerful man to show what her place is.

What do you think my place is?

Don’t answer daddy, you already know I know.

I’m your good girl, you love hearing me say that, don’t you?

It’s like the more I say it the more turned on you get. Must be because you know you’re so completely in control of your princess, your good girl.

Does that make you horny daddy? When I say I’m your good girl, your good little princess.

Does it make that cock twitch for me? I bet it does. What man could resist a hot, sweet girl who’s totally innocent and shy and kind and gentle but who’ll do anything he says and is a total freak.

You have such realistic fantasies.

Daddy.

And I know you like stroking your big cock for me, for your good girl. It’s ok. The more you do it, the more you want me, the more you want to show me who’s boss. Who’s in charge.

Mmm, it’s so hot. So big. Tasty. Oh my god the things it could do to a girl like me.

But you can only stroke it for now, daddy. You can just stroke it and think about all the cute outfits I wear.

Liiiike a button down shirt and a plaid skirt, with knee high socks. Oh and I’d put my hair in pigtails.

And you could push me down, bend me over and pull them while you fuck my brains out. Not like I need them, all I need to do is look pretty and daddy takes care of everything.

I just want some nice things from you, ok? Nothing too much. Just show me how important I am. Just make me feel good with your cock and make me feel special every day. And that’s the teeny, tiny cost of a good girl. You want me to be your good girl, right?

The hottest, sweetest girl you’ve ever known. The best girl you’ve ever met. The one who knows everything you want before you even think of it. The one who got you to unlock your masculine potential to be a strong man, a powerful one. A big, hard man who fucks his good girl every night.

Who feels my body wrapped around him, who melts into me completely. Who lets go and gives in to nothing but total pleasure. Every night, and every day you treat me like a princess.

And princesses deserve the finer things in life.

But I can tell you’re still all stressed and worried. You thought things would be like… normal. Did you expect a sweet, romantic girl? I like romance daddy, of course I do. But I’m a little more than just a pretty face. I’m a pretty princess. A sweet, innocent princess. You can’t expect normal from me.

You can’t think things would just be simple and romantic and vanilla, come on.

You act like I’m just a cute girl. Like you’re dating the girl next door.

Like you aren’t dating the prettiest most perfect princess in the world.

I’m almost disappointed in you. You can’t think that things with me could ever just be… normal?

Come on, when you listen to me, the world just fades away. Only I matter, right?

A sweet, innocent girl like me could never take advantage of something like that. I only want what’s best for us, and I don’t think you disagree.

Don’t I always make you feel good. You can do anything you want to me. You can fuck me in the park and I’ll say thank you daddy for showing everyone how good I am for you.

I’ll get on my knees in the living room and make you cum so hard your eyes roll back in your skull and all you know is pleasure as you explode for me.

I’ll strip for you in the bedroom, toss my panties into your lap and tell you to take a sniff while I play with myself for your pleasure.

I’m almost like a doll for you. You trust me, right?

So it’s ok that you give me what I want, since I give you what you want.

Don’t I make you feel like a man?

So strong, so in control.

Doesn’t it make you feel so good that I’m so willing, eager. Like I’m just a hungry, horny girl for you.

Like I should be. Isn’t that normal? Isn’t that how it should be?

But you know you only get it when I’m happy. When you get me in the mood. Light some candles. Buy the candles first, obviously.

Or take me to dinner. Or skiing. Or sailing.

I look good on a boat, in a bikini. And a good, strong man, shouldn’t he provide?

Give Princess everything she needs.

And if you treat me like a princess, I get to act like one, right?

How does a good princess act? Meek, submissive, and obedient? And I can be, of COURSE I can be.

I can be whatever you want me to be. Is that what you want me to be?

Do you want me to come to bed every night and let you have me any way you want? Do you want my mouth to say words of love and worship or do you want me to show you what it can do?

Do you want to feel my body against yours, under you, letting you set the pace.

Until you can’t hold back and you go faster. You can’t stop yourself with me, because I’m a pretty princess.

That’s ok. You’re just taking what you want after all. I’d never top from the bottom. I’d never tell you to go harder. I’d never say come on, deeper baby, you know what I need.

I’d never tell you to bury your cock inside me and whimper my name like a good boy.

Because I’m your princess. You’re in charge. You’re the king, the daddy, the master.

And you know that feels good, right? You know I make you feel like a big, strong man.

And all it takes is just giving me what I like. Making my life fit for a princess.

Shower me in affection, love and gifts. Get on your knees and strap my shoe on, buckle it around my little ankle as I jangle an anklet you bought me like a hypnotic charm in your eyes.

You’d get so distracted at my feet, you might even want to kiss them. You can, daddy, your princess doesn’t mind if you want to worship her. Princesses get served don’t they? Doesn’t royalty have servants who do everything they need?

And don’t I give you everything you need? Don’t I bend over and let you smack my ass and make me wince in pleasure and pain?

Just because I enjoy it doesn’t mean you’re not in charge. Do you enjoy it? I don’t think I ever asked, I just assumed you’d want to. Don’t men all want that? Your brains are so addled by your filthy porn videos you barely know how to treat a woman anyway.

So you can just dominate me like that, if that’s all you can figure out, but maybe I could guide you to better.

Maybe I could show you how to really make your princess weak.

How to make me scream with pleasure and lust and need the way you do for me.

Would you like that? To really know how to show me what a good, powerful provider you are.

Daddy.

Because I’m really just a good girl who wants to please you, promise. I don’t just want my own way. I’m never ever using sex as a weapon.

I’m not that kind of girl. I’m a princess.

Don’t you like that? Hearing that I’m a good girl or I’m a princess. I know the idea makes you hard. Makes you horny. Makes you want to cum inside me, pumping into me and losing your mind.

But you just get to stroke for now because we’re having a conversation, ok?

And I want you to really enjoy that I’m a good girl, that I’m a princess. In fact, any time you hear it, or any time you say it, it’s going to make you even harder. It’s going to make you feel soooo good.

Because it feels good to have a princess to spoil, it feels good to have a good girl to take to bed and fuck every night just how she likes.

You do want to provide for me right? Provide me with a good time. You want to show me how powerful and good and strong you are, show me you’re a big, strong man who can please a woman.

Not some loser who doesn’t know how. You’re not like that. You can focus on my pleasure. Right?

And you know how to get princess into bed is treat me like that. Like a princess. Is that turning you on.  The idea of it?

Of taking me where I want to go. You can drive me around and I’ll wear a miniskirt and you can feel up my legs while your other hand is on the wheel. Miniskirts are definintely why automatic cars exist, you don’t want to spend all the time with your hand on your gearstick do you?

No, you want to put it somewhere else. You want your hand crawling up my thighs until you feel the lace of my panties and I gasp and you say good girl and I say yes daddy and you get so fucking hard you can barely focus on driving.

But that’s ok because now we’re at the store and I see a bag I want. I’ve always, always wanted a Chanel bag. It’s like, goals for a princess you know? And you know a strong man provides for his princess, come on, stroke to it, to you providing like the man you are.

A big, strong, hard man with a powerful thick cock.

You know your good girl might let that thing inside her if you just keep listening.

Just keep learning how to treat a princess. Your good girl.

Because that’s me, I’m not some horrible mean girl. I’m not some ice queen. I’m soft and sweet and I do just what you like. And I know that makes you want to do the things I need for me.

Because a strong man provides. Does that make him weak? Aren’t all the incel astrology boys saying the same things… alpha males are providers. So provide me some Chanel, and some Louboutin, and Dior.

Make sure I never go hungry. Don’t princesses deserve the best in life? The finest meals? All those restaurants you should take me to for huge plates with tiny portions… that’s what a good girl needs.

And you love me being your good girl. You love treating your princess as she deserves. It makes you feel good.

And when I feel good, you feel good. When I’m spoiled, you get spoiled. A little gift, a little treat, and maybe I’ll treat you. Buy me lingerie, and maybe I’ll just put it on and show you how hot my body looks in it.

Don’t you think that makes sense? Don’t strong men provide?

And that thing in your hands, that big hard cock, that’s so manly, so powerful, you’re so strong daddy.

And a good daddy shows her little girl the best, gives her what she wants. Provides.

And I’ll provide just what you like. You do like being in charge right? In bed? You do like the idea of taking me in your arms and taking me to bed. Carrying me up the stairs like the big man you are.

Do you think my little body would feel right in your arms? Do you think I belong there?

Or would you throw me onto the bed and strip my clothes off? You might tear them… don’t worry, you can get me more.

And then when I’m there, stripped bare, you can do whatever you want. I could get down on my knees.

Would you look into my eyes as I look up. Would you get lost in your good girl’s gaze? Would I make you feel so good you forget that you’re supposed to be in control.

Are you in control? Daddy?

Do you feel… in control?

I am your good girl. You’re so hard for me. Are you thinking of where you want to put that cock? Or where you want to put your load when you finish?

Naughty… did you think like that before you met me? Were you depraved? Has your good girl had a corrupting influence?

Is that what has you so worried.

It’s ok… remember daddy, good girls deserve to be happy. Princesses deserve the finest things. Isn’t that right?

So why would you worry? You’re a strong man after all. A provider. A winner. A totally powerful man who takes what he wants.

You just happen to want me.

And to get me, well, you just have to make a little tiny effort to show me how important I am.

I’m a girl, and we’re so helpless without a strong man to do the work for us. How can I reach the high shelf or open a jar? How can I survive without a strong man to protect me and take care of me and fuck me until I pass out every night.

Your pleasure is in pleasing me after all, because you want to show you can please a princess. You want to prove you know how, you have what it takes to please a woman.

What kind of loser would you be if you didn’t focus on my pleasure over your own? That would be so dumb right? Because that’s not how you show what a strong and powerful man you are.

So if I want you to give me a little spank or tie me up, that’s just me playing into your fantasies, right? It’s not me who wants it, I’m just a powerless victim of your male gaze. I can’t help it.

I’m just a girl.

Just a good girl who needs her daddy to take good care of her.

So keep stroking, daddy. Keep showing me how hard you can make that cock and remember, every time you hear or say good girl, or you hear or say princess, you’re going to feel even more horny, and you’ll remember that you work hard to take care of your good girl, your princess.

Like a good daddy should.

Isn’t that what you want? To provide for me, care for me, show me how important I am.

And how strong you are.

A really strong man would focus only me. A really strong man would let go of everything else and realise that only princess matters. Once you have a good girl to take care of, haven’t you achieved everything you wanted.

What have you desired since you were young? A hot, good girl who does whatever you want.

And all it takes to get that is taking good care of her. Showing her a good time. And then she might just let you spurt your load on her toes.

Or maybe at her feet.

Maybe she’ll let you show her how good you are with your tongue, wouldn’t you like to show what a good man you are, what a smart and powerful and successful man you are by eating my pussy just right, so I can feel every little caress of your tongue.

Doesn’t that make so much sense? You don’t need to worry, you need to cum for your good girl. That’s what you want, right? To let this perfect pleasure consume you.

You found your princess daddy, you’ve won at life.

And now you can spend your days taking good care of me. Making me happy, making me horny, making me content.

All it takes is a little service. A little servitude. Princesses have servants after all.

And I am your princess.

And your good girl.

And remember, you want to be a good, strong, powerful man. And strong men show their ability to provide. To provide good food, hot outfits, pretty bags and endless orgasms.

And if you do all that, princess might even give you some orgasms too. Princess might let you treat her like the good girl she is and bend her over the bed and pump that cock and cum.

Just like you’re ready to do now. Though you need to show some stamina. Wait a little longer daddy. I’m not quite done talking to you yet, ok?

Because I want you to understand me completely. I want you to feel so close to me. To feel my body against yours, to feel my breath on your neck and my legs around your waist as my back is against the wall you’ve pushed me into.

You might even hurt me a little but I can take it, daddy. I can take a little pain. I can enjoy it. You can enjoy giving it to me, showing me who’s boss. And if you give me all that sensation, the pain and pleasure and teasing and torment and the fucking I need.

Then maybe your good girl will snap her fingers and let you cum on command like a good daddy. Like a strong man does, cums whenever he wants. And since you want what I want, you’ll give that to me. You’ll give me your orgasm, just like you give me whatever else I want.

My strong provider. My powerful man,

Do I make you feel like a man? As you stroke that cock for me and think about what you want.

What are you thinking about? Is it slapping my ass and plowing me?

Or… is it providing for me with your tongue? Is it you at the end of the bed with my feet on your back and my thighs at your face and your face soaking wet and your mouth full?

Is that what you want daddy? To really provide for me? To give me what I need?

Just like the dates, the gifts, you can give me the pleasure.

And your good girl will reciprocate… sometimes. For a strong, powerful man like you. Of course.

You’re so sexy, so masculine, so tough. You deserve a good girl to spoil. You deserve to cum for a princess.

And you love when you hear that. Good girl. I’m your good girl, I’m your princess. You can say it, it’ll make you hornier. In fact, as you stroke, repeat it. You’re my good girl, you’re my princess. Keep saying it as you pump that cock for your perfect princess.

And know that you should and will provide for me. You’ll do everything because strong men provide. Strong men take care of their good girl. Strong men make her happy. Strong men leave her wanting for nothing. The breadwinner, the hard worker. So strong.

You do the work so I can stay home and look hot as fuck and blow your mind in bed every night. Like the princess I am. In a tight blue dress with braided hair, bouncing up and down on top of you screaming…

YES DADDY, YES DADDY, YES DADDY.

Are you ready, daddy? Are you ready to cum for me. Pump harder.

YES DADDY, YES DADDY, CUM DADDY, CUM FOR YOUR PRINCESS, CUM FOR ME NOW. CUM FOR YOUR GOOD GIRL.

THAT’S RIGHT DADDY GIVE IN TO MY PERFECT PRINCESS BODY, UP AND DOWN, PUMPING THAT COCK, BOUNCING ON YOU DADDY. I’M YOUR GOOD GIRL, FUCK, YES DADDY…

I’m your good girl.

Your good girl, mmm, I’m your princess. You’re so good Daddy, you’ve done so well for me. You’ve made me feel so good.

And I know that makes you feel good. Mmm, you’re such a good, obedient daddy for me.

You’re always going to provide for me, always going to give me whatever I want. And you don’t need to worry about that daddy, you just need to relax. You just need to rest now, and let yourself enjoy the moment. You gave me exactly what I wanted.

And daddy, you’re going to do it again. So many times.

Because you’d do anything for your good girl, your sweet, innocent princess.