Play Date

March 10

Daddy’s hand is firm on the back of my neck, fingers pressing just enough to keep me grounded, to remind me exactly where I belong. But tonight isn’t just about me. It’s about them, too—the couple kneeling before us, waiting, their bodies taut with anticipation.

They asked for this. Craved it. And Daddy and I were more than happy to oblige.

His grip tightens, just a bit, before he releases me to step forward. “You both understand what’s expected of you tonight?” His voice is steady, controlled. The kind of tone that leaves no room for negotiation.

“Yes, Sir,” the man answers immediately. His voice is strong, but there’s a hint of something else beneath it. Anticipation. Curiosity.

The woman swallows, her gaze flicking between us before she nods. “Yes, Sir.” Then, her eyes land on me, as if she’s waiting for my approval too. I smirk. She’s nervous, but not afraid. That’s good. That means she’s ready to be molded.

I step toward her first, fingers trailing over her bare shoulder, down her arm. Her skin breaks out in goosebumps as I take my time, exploring, feeling how her body reacts to even the smallest touch. I glance at the man and see him watching. No, not just watching—studying. Taking in every shift of my hands, every flicker of her breath.

“Strip,” Daddy commands.

They move in sync, ***ling away their clothes, leaving themselves exposed in front of us. I feel my own breath catch for a moment, but I don’t let it show. Not yet. I exchange a glance with Daddy, and I know we’re thinking the same thing.

We’re going to enjoy breaking them down.

I take her chin in my hand, tilting it up. “You want to be good for us, don’t you?”

She nods, wide-eyed, breath shaky. “Yes, Ma’am.”

I hum my approval and glance over my shoulder at Daddy. He’s already in front of the man, circling him, testing. His fingers drag along the man’s side, then down to his wrist, gripping tight. A silent reminder of control. The man exhales sharply but doesn’t pull away. He leans into it.

That’s all the permission Daddy needs.

He grabs a coil of soft rope from the nearby table, expertly wrapping it around the man’s wrists, binding them together. Nothing too tight—just enough to restrict, to make him feel owned. I turn back to the woman and give her a slow, knowing smile.

“Your turn.”

Her breath hitches, but she offers her wrists to me without hesitation. I take my time wrapping the rope around her delicate skin, watching her chest rise and fall in shallow gasps as she lets herself sink into it. I know that feeling. The surrender. The relief. The moment you realize you don’t have to think, just obey.

Daddy steps back, admiring our work. “Beautiful.”

I glance at him, and he smirks. He knows exactly what I’m thinking.

We guide them to the bed, positioning them exactly where we want them. The man kneels, arms behind his back, his bound wrists a visual reminder of his submission. The woman lies on her back, ropes stretching her limbs apart, holding her in place. They’re *** like this, exposed, but the way their bodies react tells me they love it.

Daddy moves behind me, his hands on my hips, his breath warm against my ear. “You like putting on a show, don’t you, baby girl?”

I glance at the couple, at how intently they’re watching, their eyes dark with need. The idea of them seeing me, seeing us, sends a thrill down my spine.

“Yes, Daddy.”

He chuckles, low and approving, before stepping away to his own side of the bed. He runs a teasing hand down the man’s back, watching as he shudders under the touch. I do the same to the woman, trailing my fingers over the rope binding her thighs, admiring the contrast between the soft curves of her body and the firm hold of the restraints.

“Breathe,” I whisper to her, and she exhales shakily, surrendering just a little more.

Daddy and I exchange another glance, silent communication passing between us. We’ve always been in sync, but this? This is new. And we’re going to savor every second of it.

The night unfolds slowly, a deliberate unraveling. They whimper under our hands, tremble under our words, their bodies caught between restraint and release. Daddy’s voice is a steady anchor for the man, guiding him through each sensation, each moment of surrender. I do the same for her, coaxing, teasing, taking my time watching her squirm.

And they love it. Every second of it.

By the time it’s over, they’re spent, tangled in the sheets, their bodies loose and satisfied. I sink back against Daddy’s chest, his arms wrapping around me, pulling me close.

“You did good, baby girl,” he murmurs, lips brushing against my shoulder.

I hum in satisfaction, watching as the couple catches their breath. “So did they.”

Daddy chuckles, his fingers tightening on my hip. “Think they’re ready for round two?”

The man groans, the woman sighs, and I just smirk, reaching down to untie the first knot, letting my fingers linger against her skin.

“I guess we’ll find out.”