Page 2 of Daddy's Princess

My day-to-day life is filled with stress and responsibilities. I’m juggling a full-time internship and a full-time course load at school. At work, I have to be poised and professional. I can’t show how upset it makes me when I make a mistake. Crying because your boss is mad that you used the cream printer paper instead of the white isn’t acceptable. At school, I have to be focused. I can’t just sketch, draw, color, and paint whatever it is that’s in my imagination. There are set assignment requirements for projects.

Then there is my family life. Even though I moved halfway across the country, I’m still living with my mother’s voice in my ear. Telling me in her none-too-subtle way that I’m not living up to her expectations. My mom did her best to stuff me into the ‘perfect daughter’ mold. Regal and refined. A vision of poise and grace. She might’ve succeeded, but my dad stepped in on more than one occasion, telling mom to just let me be me.

It wasn’t until Candace, my best friend and roommate, introduced me to BDSM that I found who I really am. At Bidden and Bound, I can unapologetically be me. That’s why I come here even when I have no plans to scene.

In every aspect of my life, I have to tamp down my inner little. My knee-jerk reactions, my emotions, my mannerisms… everything. It’s exhausting. I think that’s why I fell into a relationship with Cody in the first place. The allure of having someone help carry that burden outside of the club is powerful.

I learned my lesson, though. Only casual playtime at the club… When I’m ready.

“I might wander over to the dollhouse,” I say with a shrug, giving him a half answer.

The dollhouse is a large room tailored to littles. Picture your dream playroom as a child, and you’ll come close to the awesomeness that is the dollhouse. It’s got everything from dolls to dress-up. Play-doh and coloring books. And everything in between. I’m indifferent to most of the things. I doodle and color a lot. I mostly hang out in there to be with my friends. Plus, it’s where the daddy doms who are single and itching to play come to find their babygirl for the evening.

“Remember your rules,” Andre says with a no-nonsense tone.

Andre isn’t my dominant, but after a particularly bad experience early on in my exploration of my submissive side, he laid down some hard and fast rules that he expects me to follow. The whole Cody thing didn’t help matters. Andre reminds me every chance he gets that I’ve got rules. I think it’s partly from misplaced guilt. He approved whole-heartedly of Cody. Like most abusers, he is extremely good at hiding his true self. While some people might bristle at the thought of someone who isn’t their dominant dictating to them, I don’t mind. I like knowing that Andre cares enough to want to keep me safe. Besides, my rules are simple:

Go over limits before agreeing to play with anyone.

Tell Andre or a monitor before moving to a private room.

Condoms.

Other than Andre wanting to know when I head to a private room, the rules are just common sense. I love that Andre cares enough to want me safe. It’s nice having someone.

I stand as tall as my five foot two frame can manage and give him a stiff salute. “Yes, sir.”

“I’m not joking, Sugar.”

“I know, Andre. I don’t plan toplaytonight.” I put extra emphasis on the play, trying to lighten his new dour mood.

Andre heaves a regretful sigh. “You are safe here, Sugar. I promise you that.”

“I know.” I nod empathetically and give him a bright smile. “You aren’t to blame for what happened with Cody.”

“It’s been months. I just want you to be happy…” Andre trails off, his attention caught on something over my shoulder.

“I’m happy,” I say, trying to convince him. Or me. Or both of us that it’s true. The fact is, I miss scening. I miss being cuddled and called a good girl. I miss being spanked and called a naughty girl. I miss the intimacy of having a daddy dom, even if it is only for a few hours of casual connection.

Andre turns his attention back to me, his face full of solemn intensity. “I don’t want you closing yourself off to all possibilities just because of one bad experience.”—I’ve had two bad experiences, but it’s best to not mention that.—"Not all doms are like Cody. You can have a healthy relationship both inside and outside the club with the right person. It’s time for you to stop shutting out the world, Sugar.”

Without waiting for my response, he gives me a brief hug, then goes off to do his club owner business. I’m not sure if it’s because he expected me to argue with him or because he could see the emotion bubbling up inside me. Either way, I’m glad he didn’t stick around and force a response from me.

I set my empty glass on the bar top and decide to see what new art supplies Andre stocked for me. He’ll claim that he gets them for everyone, but none of the other littles stray away from the standard coloring books and the random finger painting.

The room is full of littles and their daddies or, in Charlie’s case, his mommy. I look around to see who all is here and snicker when I see Lucy standing in the corner, her skirt is rucked up above her bottom, and her panties are down around her knees framing her freshly spanked bottom. She’s a bit of a brat, and her daddy, William, has no qualms punishing her in public. They both have an exhibitionist streak in them, I think.

I’m not surprised that the arts and crafts area is abandoned. Just as well. I prefer to draw alone. I gather up a sketchpad and smile happily when I notice the brand-new box of charcoal pencils. Andre spoils me. Instead of sitting at the art table, I decide to sit in my favorite comfy chair. I slip off my shoes, admiring the pretty pink polish on my toes as I wiggle them in relief. I just got a pretty new pair of sparkly silver ballerina flats. I couldn’t resist wearing them tonight even though they aren’t yet broken in.

I tuck them carefully under the chair before sinking into its soft surface. I draw my legs up into the chair so I can rest the sketchbook on them while I draw. I slowly start moving the pencil across the page. Sometimes I draw fantastical creatures and worlds that could never exist. Other times, I stick to realism and portraits.

After several minutes, I stop and look at what I’ve drawn. A woman kneels at the feet of a man. She’s got her head resting against his muscular thigh while his hand rests on top of her head as if to hold her to him. It’s the perfect representation of what I crave. Though the image is realistic enough, it’s a fantasy for me. Andre’s words spin around in my mind. Logically, I know he’s right. I know a lot of couples who have healthy, happy relationships. I shake off the maudlin thoughts. No sense in dwelling right now. I turn my focus back to the paper in front of me, within minutes, my mind is blank of all worries, my sole focus on making the image come alive on the page.

2

Oliver

I noticedher the moment she walked into the room. There are a lot of beautiful women at the club tonight, but there is something about this woman that makes me want. It’s been a long time since I’ve been to Bidden and Bound. After my father died three years ago, my priorities were realigned. I became the CEO of Titan-Rose publishing, and its success fell solely on my shoulders. Under my leadership, Titan-Rose is now the premier publisher of children’s books in the country.

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