When we met you told me to kneel,
and I thought nothing of it.
A new game, play bottom.
There’s a first time for everything.
When you slapped my hands from your hips
and commanded I come
without my touch or yours,
the game stopped.
My heart sank.
I worried, fretted I’d let you down,
despaired you’d find a younger Daddy.
My insecurity undermined us both,
you squatted, fingered your clit,
squirted down my length.
My load shot harder and faster than I thought possible.
Lesson learned, baby girl.
To trust a new Daddy,
he must worship you.
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