Once upon a time, there was a man named Mr B. Who was before he met me, a very lonely man. He felt left out in a horrible and cold world that was full of fake people. When he met me, he was still in deep grief over a particularly evil person. A betraying, fake witch, if you ask me. He didn’t want to live anymore. I fell in love with him almost immediately. The second I saw his face, I knew I wanted this man, I craved him. He was going to be MINE.
Although we lived on different continents, separated from each other by a gigantic ocean, we made it. The ”he” and the ”me” became ”we”. Before we even met in person, we realised that we loved each other.
He travelled across land and ocean and finally to a terminal in a country far, far away. At first, he didn’t notice me because I’m so short, but as he’s so tall, and I saw him. I admired him without his knowledge. My heart was beating hard, and my hands were shaking. I wanted to throw myself at him, giving him the biggest hug in history. Instead, I waited for his searching eyes to find little me. They didn’t. His body was next to mine, but his eyes were searching far away from that seemingly magical airport.
I lightly tapped on his shoulder with my finger. After that second everything has been a dream - a magical fairy tale. Even the most horrible of all the horrible days between us has been bliss. Throughout all the troubles we have faced: coming from different continents, money, immigration problems and that’s just the tip of the iceberg. Our daddy dom relationship is truly a real-life fairy tale.
Mr B is tall with broad shoulders. He is the most loving Daddy you can think of - filled with affection, loyalty, and faithfulness. Mr B is the best man, my best friend in the world. He always takes care of me, protects me and keeps me safe. Mr B makes me laugh, cry and everything in between. He loves me with all of his heart, and I love him, irrevocably. I would never betray, disobey or disappoint him. He is my all and my everything, the meaning of my life is to please my Daddy.
He is so beautiful, more beautiful than a unicorn in a quiet forest, and more magical and unreachable than one. But I, the little kinky princess E, managed to reach into that inaccessible core. I managed to find that little nest of worries and anxiety and slowly, I managed to straighten it, smooth it out again instead of being curled up. I began to help him, give him advice and love.
Mr B has dark blue eyes, mixed with lighter splashes of blue and also little streaks of yellow in them. His eyebrows are thick and almost black with a scar on the right one, causing a separation, it almost looks like a little trail or a sign of some kind. I love that scar; it marks him as HIM. It is making his face more significant and characteristic. His nose is just as a nose should be, soft and mischievous, handing out snoofs and soft tickles. He has a mouth so pretty, with big, luscious lips that hold natural plumpness to them and they are oh so soft and excellent to kiss. I could be kissing those lips into eternity. He has marked cheekbones, good bone structure and looks kind of like the boy next door with his short, brown, stylish hair. He looks so innocent. But oh, don’t let looks fool you.
Mr B, or Daddy, as I call him, is full of personality. He glitters from all the joy and cuteness inside of him, even though I am the little he sometimes lets his inner little come out to play as well. In my opinion, we all have a little inside of us, your inner child. But we are all so afraid of showing this side of ourselves, and it could be for so many different reasons.
Maybe you’re afraid of seeming immature; perhaps it doesn’t fit well with your image, perhaps you’ve got too much status to be childish. But I believe there is a little inner child you keep inside of you, in the most intimate core of yourself, and that child is something you have to embrace, nurture and take care of.
Because what do you have left of yourself if all you can think about is bills and what to eat tomorrow? Anywho, Daddy likes to take his inner little out to play sometimes too. Maybe it was some sign of appreciation when Daddy thought the princess was behaving she got a playmate. But when the princess is misbehaving, oh, you wouldn’t want to be around for that. Or maybe you would?
A kinky princess in a loving daddy dom relationship.
Me, the kinky princess, am a cute little thing. I have the sweetest little voice you can imagine, and I love unicorns and everything that glitters. I like rainbows, stuffies, butterflies, and pink and purple stuff.. and most of all, MY DADDY!
My favourite thing to do (other than sex) is to make Daddy pretty pictures with my glitter pens and stickers. Sometimes I sit on the floor, playing at his feet with my stuffies and toys. That makes Daddy feel special, like my protector. I am very little, somewhere between 4-8 years. But my adult age is 24. Adult princess loves to write, train with my beautiful dog and sing. I am a highly creative and a pretty intelligent person. I’m also a very sexual person, and a bit of an exhibitionist, so I love showing off.
I have short brown hair. I had dreads before but shaved them off on an impulse and am now growing it out again because I want to have cute little pigtails and braids and stuff. My eyes are my most attractive attribute; and they glitter from kinkiness, mischief, and happiness. They are big, round and innocent — the lightest blue-grey colour you can imagine, with a dark blue line outlining it. My eyelashes are luscious and long, flapping around with innocent kinkiness.
My face is a little chubbier than the rest of my body, with soft cheeks that make Daddy go crazy from snuggles. I have perfectly shaped eyebrows without even having to pluck them and a cute little mouth. My bottom lip is very plump and my upper lip, thinner. Because my mouth is small, I have problems fitting Mr B’s enormous cock into it sometimes. My tits are round, squishy and very big. My waist is thin, and my stomach is a little chubby, but not fat at all. I have wide hips and butt, of which I am very proud. My ass is round, huge, and bulging. My legs are juicy and smooth. I’m one hell of a sexy princess if I don’t say so myself.
The kinky princess, the little side of me is like an alter ego. A channel for me to live out all that silliness, cuteness and playfulness to my fullest and also in a sexual sense. I am a princess most of the time in our baby girl daddy dom relationship. To be a princess is a privilege for me, something that I earn. I can’t simply be a princess however I want, whenever I want. When Daddy has had enough of my pranks and disobedience, I’m not a princess anymore. I go straight into a submissive state - where all I care about is making Daddy happy again, to make him satisfied with me.
There is no sweet voice or unicorns; all there is is Daddy. His soul, mentality, his body, everything, him. Even if he gives me bruises or ties me up and leaves me alone for an hour, I’ll do it happily. I rarely complain. I’ve been taught not to complain. Complaining is bad; I only get spanked more for it. So, being a princess is something I deserve.
When I’ve been a good girl and did my share of the housework, I’m allowed to play freely. To be a little is liberating, emotionally, mentally and sexually. I get to live out the dirtiest things many people can only imagine. But the fact is that this is not as dirty as it seems. It’s a type of daddy dom relationship that happens to work for us.
Princess E iis a Swedish freelancer who focuses on DDlg, which she's living 24/7. Most of her writings are based on her experiences with her Daddy; Mr. B.
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