Page 50 of Myths and Shifts

Safety first.

Oh…tight pinches too.

I liked safety.

“You like that.” Daddy chuckled and sounded naughty when he pinched my nipple again. “I’m going to have to find some new toys for my boy.”

“I…I like toys.” I liked Daddy’s pinches too. “What…what kind of toys, Daddy?”

“We could get some clamps for these little nipples. I think they’d like a tugging game.” Daddy showed me a tiny bit of the tugging game and sent happy sparks through me. “I could give some parts of you soft, gentle touches and then give your nipples nice tugs. That would be fun.”

Oh…like…like that.

Daddy was rubbing my penis with soft touches and then tugging and pinching my nipples. “I…I think I’ll like that game, Daddy.”

Daddy hummed and I knew he liked knowing he’d had a good idea. “There are little biting ones that have sharp teeth and gentle ones that just give tugs. We might have to try them both.”

I might like both.

I might like both a lot.

I was going to tell Daddy that but he showed me how they’d work and he chased all my words away. Luckily for me, Daddy liked my sounds and kept playing the shower game. He even made happy sounds too. “Yes, I think you’re going to like trying out new toys. Games are always fun. Like playingdon’t drop the soap.”

I wanted to giggle because that was going to be silly, but Daddy chased the giggles away when the fingers teasing my penis slipped between us. “I think you’d be naughty and would keep dropping the soap to tempt me.”

Giggles escaped but I couldn’t help it. “I…”

But giggles turned to moans again when Daddy’s slick fingers showed me just how he was going to start the soap game. “Oh…Daddy…”

My head was too heavy, so I rested it against Daddy’s as his finger slowly inched in and out of me. “That’s…”

“Yes, it’s going to be a good game.” Daddy’s voice sounded low and rough as he soaped me deeper. “You’re going to wiggle for me and moan, and once I have you, you won’t be able to get away from me.”

Daddy tightened his hold on me, pretending good and making his finger go faster. “I’m going to make you all mine.”

Pinching me harder and faster, Daddy found my happy spot and rubbed over it, sending tingles through me. “I’ll show you over and over why you want to be mine.”

Daddy was so good at playing games.

“I…I’ll be good…” Yes. I was his. “Yours. I’m. Yes.”

Tug.

Pinch.

Tease.

Tug.

Pinch.

Tease.

“Show me who you belong to.” Daddy nibbled on my ear and chuckled when I cried out. “Let me see it.”

I was really good at making Daddy happy because I started shaking and clenching around his finger, trying to get it to go harder and faster.

“Come for me.” Daddy was really good at making games fun because he helped me be good and obey. “That’s right. Good boy.”

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