Daddy Tucks Us In

When i looked at the picture that Kayla had picked, I giggled. I awwww'd at the line she wrote about me. I was pondering before church what I'd write since I had to write after missing last week from being too depressed, with Kayla having picked my picture. As amusingly happens, I did some of my best writing during church- thank goodness I'm a Unitarian Universalist :D. I started from the little bits of interaction that happened between my Master and I the night I took the picture and The Queen turned it into full out ageplay.

"Are you trying to take a picture of your pussy?" Master asks.

"No, Master." I giggle. "Daddy, I'm trying to take a picture of my fun, new socks!" I grin as His wrinkled nose; no Daddy during sex, but He's never quite said it squicks Him enough I should never say. I mean. He jokes and calls me Mommy.

***

He's at the door, leaving for work.

I dance, run toward Him, hopping and yelling, "Dangly bits! Dangly bits!"

"I'll give you dangly bits," He mutters as He grabs me around the waist for a hug. He kisses my forehead before leaning over further to kiss to my lips.

"Are you going to be good and write instead of playing games?"

I wanna see how far I an push ageplay, But no. I don't want more lines. "Yes, Master. Masturbation Monday needs written."

"Do we need to discuss when you can masturbate again?"

I pout. "Um, maybe, not really, Master."

"Okay, after you write a good bit."

"Yes, Master. Love You, Master." I watch Him walk out the screen door before shutting the storm door.

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Spell check completed. Word count- 900 words. Post setting up tomorrow; I'm pretending I have a bed time.

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"Lay down, little boy," The Queen coos at Gaelan.

He looks so good on my Master's side of the bed. I turn on my side, my greedy fingers between my thighs, wanting to watch.

"I think you need your Daddy tonight," The Queen continues. He brushes his finger down Gaelan's jaw, his fingers moving slowly through the thick beard.

"Daddy?" Gaelan echoes.

"Yes, your Daddy."

My middle finger slides into my moist twinkle cave as The Queen tenderly rubs Gaelan's chest, up and down strokes that encourage my finger's movements.

"Good boy. Relax into the rubbing." The Queen leans over to kiss Gaelan's forehead. "Should I make Joelle tell you a story as I rub you or would you like a Daddy story?"

"I think Joelle needys a story too, Daddy," Gaelan murmurs.

Needys? Beyond needys.

"A little boy grew up in a house without enough love. Still a little boy on the inside, he crossed a great big pond. Sad and big tears followed him to his bed. Then he meet his Daddy. His Daddy was always ready to give kisses and cuddles because he loves his little boy to the moon and back. Daddy didn't have a Mommy to give his little boy, but he did have a sissy to share."

My orgasm explodes around my stilled finger; The Queen's parted but unspeaking lips tell me he knows. I kiss Gaelan's cheek and close my eyes.

"Sissy loved Bubby as Daddy loved her. She loved watching Daddy help Bubby feel better."

I cuddle up to Gaelan's side, my arm over his broad chest; The Queen begins to rub Bubby's belly.

"Daddy's Gods say we should love each other, that we are all family. My sweetie boy, my loving girl. Daddy is here, no matter what. Daddy does not ask you to be anything, but your cute selves."

I swallow as the wonky, not physically encouraged orgasm kisses me, like The Queen's lips moving from Gaelan's forehead to my own.

"Are you read for sleepies, little loves?"

"Yes, Daddy," Gaelan and I answer together.

He's here to tuck me in like Master does on His nights off when He sees I need it.

The Queen places Ostara puppy against my back as the virtual realness of Gaelan's sweetness warms my front. He takes my sticky fingers from between my thighs and likes them clean. "Good night, little loves."

I'm hugging my Ostara puppy.