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brotherly love	Posted:Nov 3, 2022 4:08 am Last Updated:Nov 11, 2022 11:16 am 2876 Views
During the first few months of our budding relationship Daddy and I did nothing but immerse ourselves in each other. There wasn’t much talk about outrageous taboo fantasies it was just about the two of us exploring each other. When it did finally come out that I had been molested quite extensively by my biological father it was all part of a trend at that time. Our Daddy relationship was just starting and we were basically setting the ground rules for our immediate future. I knew Papa wanted to film porn with me which was fine but he had also been a swinger and into BDSM which was not for me. Our incompatibilities were no big deal though and things were coming together nicely. I felt free and open so when it was suggested I begin pursuing something with my brother while we were together during a rare visit I eagerly hopped on the opportunity. My brother had a wife and kiddo that I would spend time with but eventually he and I always wound up alone together. On this particular occasion we were in his truck and he was driving into our small town to the store. Sitting next to him in the seat I did my best to conceal my intentions by babbling incessantly. Yes I was nervous and hopefully he couldn’t tell. The plan was really simple actually I just wanted to kiss him on the cheek but also run my hand up his thigh and see what he’d let me get away with. We joked as he drove and it was quite natural for me to scoot closer and even cuddle up. When the time came and I made my move I admit it was a bit awkward but very effective. While I leaned over and gave his cheek a smooch I let my hand wander up his thigh. I got a good lingering handful of his semi-erect penis before he reached down and stopped me. There was a short paused before he quietly said, “Don’t do that again” but I could look down and see that his cock was rock hard and bulging in his pants. Not wanting to upset him I didn’t reach out or even comment on it but I did sit back in my seat and spread my legs open. Since I was wearing a pretty short dress it showed off all of my thighs but didn’t quite reveal my pussy. I didn’t pull it up further to expose more and I didn’t play with myself I just let my brother drive and kept my legs open. Like an invitation is what Daddy calls it. A few minutes passed before my brother accepted mine. His hand suddenly shot out and gripped my knee and then moments later was plunging beneath my dress. He fumbled until he had my pussy lips in his grip and then pulled and twisted in a way that seemed on the border of punishment but for me felt fantastic. I didn’t hide the fact that it felt good and not only let out audible gasps but also spread my legs wider for him. He pinched and pulled for a few more moments and then it was over. Just as suddenly as he’d began he stopped. Moments later we were pulling into the grocery store parking lot and I watched as he reached down and adjusted his dick in his pants. It made me very proud to have do that to him but it also made me excited I would have something fun to share with my Daddy when I got home later. He would ask about my time with my brother and I would have something juicy to whisper to him while he fucked me.
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stuff it (1 pic)	Posted:Nov 1, 2022 4:58 am Last Updated:Nov 8, 2022 5:37 am 2549 Views
Sometimes it feels good to feel full or filled up down there. I can get four fingers in but of course mine are small.
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no tricks or treats	Posted:Oct 31, 2022 3:05 am Last Updated:Nov 3, 2022 3:38 am 2419 Views
Growing up my family didn’t celebrate things like Halloween as it wasn’t part of the religion my parents were a part of. I can’t even really remember when my siblings and I found out about the holiday but of course the thing that stuck out the most to us was the candy. All that free candy to eat? Sounds like a dream come true for a typical even with a religious upbringing of sorts. Of course I eventually moved out and started my own adult life but by then the fun of Halloween was lost on me. Dressing up in a costume one night a year didn’t really appeal and since I wasn’t much for parties it remained just another night. The first year that Daddy and I were together he offered to take me trick-or-treating and I almost said yes but I guess it just didn’t appeal to me enough. I mean I sure do like dressing up but not in the spirit of the holiday if you know what I mean. Putting on a pair of tights and a tutu gives me more of a childish thrill than putting on a full princess costume and then going out in the cold and dark night to beg people for candy. Though I admit Papa has purchased some princess dresses for me but when I wore them I didn’t have a crown and a wand to wave around I was just looking and feeling ultra cute. When you really look at it I’m either always playing dress up or never at all. So pretending on the last night of October really doesn’t seem like such a big deal. It’s funny too how my hunger for sweet things has definitely changed. My Father insists that I eat healthy especially since I have a stomach issue and over time my taste buds have altered. Now I crave things I never thought I would have and when I finally do indulge on something sweet it is truly the decadent treat that it should be. Portion control helps and that is something even Daddy struggles with. His coffee consumption can be an issue at times but he does his best to set a good example. If I want candy or cookies or a soda I can have it as long as I do so in moderation. The gluttony of a Halloween night is not one I aspire to. Also you never know what you’re going to get and I’m kind of picky these days. I like ice cream or even cookies more than candy. And of course there’s the fact that Halloween can be spooky or downright scary which I definitely do not enjoy. Overall it is a holiday that’s never been important and likely never will be but that pretty much describes most of them now. Daddy has changed the way I see the world and certainly how I view popular and consumer culture. There is nothing really significant about Halloween to us so we treat it like just any other day but for those of you who still enjoy it for whatever reason I hope you have a safe and fun and maybe scary time. Happy Halloween! xo
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good memories of being a bad girl	Posted:Oct 27, 2022 3:22 am Last Updated:Oct 31, 2022 3:04 am 2435 Views
Being touched by my biological father when I was young was very exciting for me. Part of it was the fact that it was a family secret and I liked doing things I shouldn’t be doing. That was part of the reason I liked to go out on the back porch some nights and get our to lick my pussy. Sure it felt good but it was the fact that I shouldn’t be doing it that really got me off. That desire to misbehave led me to date just about anybody that showed interest because having a boyfriend was strictly forbidden up to a certain age. Our parents didn’t want us succumbing to the evils of premarital sex but meanwhile my biological father was coming into the room my sister and I shared at night and putting his hands all over me. We never had sex and I never did anything for him to get him off but my sister and I were definitely molested and otherwise touched inappropriately. She didn’t like it so much but I loved it and made myself as available as I could. Short of propositioning my biological father I did everything possible to make sure he touched me all over my body when he tucked me in at night. There was no other real overt touching except at bath time and once again it was me who tried to get all the attention while my sister wasn’t so thrilled about it. That’s one of the reasons why I like taking baths so much because it reminds me of a time when I was very excited and alive from being a naughty dirty . Nothing since then has really equalled that thrill of being bad and doing something I absolutely should not do. Daddy and I discuss things that might rival it but in the end I have no bucket list or agenda as far as that goes. I am quite content to say my uous relationship with my biological father will probably be the most exciting time in my life. This does not take away from anything I have already experienced with Papa or could in the future it’s just something that is difficult to top. And again we’re not trying to do that. Being bad feels good to me but that pretty much went away after I met Daddy. What he and I experience is very fulfilling and apart from the occasionally flashing of my pussy beneath a too-short skirt I have no desire to offend or court controversy. The thrills I experience in my daily life far outweigh those I might get from a sexual moment shared with anyone really. The thought of doing something with my biological father now is gross but I’d still happily fool around with my sister or brothers. Still that wouldn’t be nearly as taboo and exciting as what happened to me when I was super young and vulnerable and knew better but did it anyways. Those were the good old days that are not to be relived just remembered fondly.
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before and after (2 pics)	Posted:Oct 26, 2022 3:15 am Last Updated:Oct 27, 2022 3:22 am 2492 Views
When Daddy and I first moved to the Oregon coast I still had quite a bit of baby fat. With a healthy diet and lots of exercise mostly in the form of bike riding and walking on the beach I was transformed quite a bit. I still have my tummy but Papa says he really likes it and I know it’s true because he is always rubbing it and nuzzling it and giving it loving kisses. My tummy is no big deal but I sure do like what good living did for my legs and buns. What do you think?
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I am always just me	Posted:Oct 25, 2022 9:29 am Last Updated:May 27, 2024 5:34 am 2721 Views
Regression is not acting or make believe or role play. At least it isn’t for me. I am not what Daddy calls a weekend warrior which he says means people who only get to pretend to be a part of a dynamic or community on the weekends when they are not living their daily lives and going through their mundane routines. He says there are a lot of weekend warriors in the kink and BDSM community because they simply cannot live the lifestyle they want full time. Family and jobs and just normal life get in the way of owning a slave and stuff like that. There’s no shame in being a weekend warrior and it’s not meant to be an insult it’s just a name given to some folks to make them easier to identify. I am not a weekend warrior in the sense that I spend nearly every waking moment of every day immersed in my headspace. What that means is that it has become so normal for me that I stopped pretending long ago and truly live the experience of being a kiddo. Unless I am pulled out of that headspace by someone or something I am mentally much younger than my actual age every moment of every day. Someone asked me recently if I felt I was a dual personality and at first I couldn’t understand why he would ask me that question. Where in all of my posts did it sound like I was two different people? Then I got to thinking maybe he was referring to the version of me that writes these blog posts and the version that would be incapable of doing so because she is so young. They aren’t different personalities but they are definitely different frames of mind. Although I have not been necessarily trained or programmed I liken it to something equally immersive such as the military. Those people are molded into a certain kind of thinking and frame of mind then at some point sent to live among the rest of the population and expected to be like the rest of us non-military folks. The tendencies drilled into them and experienced with such intensity and for so long don’t go away any more than the rest of who we are and how we treat others. Sometimes you cannot separate those two mind frames but what is worse is when they don’t seem to be capable of cohabitation. There’s nothing more terrible than a mind at war with itself but I don’t have to worry about that. My mind is content to be a kiddo and only occasionally bothered by the need to be a bit more grown up but ultimately it’s still the same mind. If I’m pretending anything it’s when I have to be an adult but no matter what’s happening my personality is still singularly mine. People who see my videos might wonder about my voice because it is definitely different when I have to be a big girl with my family but otherwise I talk that way all of the time. Even when I am with Daddy and we’re out in public I talk like I do in the videos. Our interactions are rare and neither of us is very chatty but we do interact occasionally and I don’t grow up momentarily so I sound like an adult I still talk like the kiddo I am. Sometimes it’ll throw people off but mostly it seems to either go unnoticed or they’re just too polite to say anything. But like I said I don’t say more than a few words to anybody but my Papa because I am shy and we are usually attached at the hip. I don’t make much eye contact with strangers and definitely don’t desire to talk to them so how I speak is rarely an issue. Ultimately it’s the things that allow me to remain young at heart mind and soul that feel normal and real and the rare need to be grown up that feels like an act but all of it is me and only me.
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aching for it in the ass (1 pic)	Posted:Oct 25, 2022 2:50 am Last Updated:May 27, 2024 5:34 am 2654 Views
I don’t know if it’s the cold and gloomy weather but suddenly I want to stay inside dressed up in warm pajamas with my stuffed animals and my coloring books watching movies while my Daddy fucks my ass. Yesterday I woke up extra early so I could get my bum ready for a day of use and I sure am glad I did. I think he dropped four loads in me and gosh I sure am sore. The weird thing about my ass is that it never seems to quite loosen up or get used to being violated. My Father can fuck me there over and over again and he tells me it is still just as tight each time. That’s not the case with my pussy which tends to stretch so it fits his cock perfectly. That is until he gets a bit more aroused and then suddenly the 8 inches I was taking early is more like 9 inches. My pussy will adjust to that but my bum does not. Each time it gets pounded it feels like my first which I suppose is lucky for both of us. Being tight makes Papa happy and that feeling of being violated consistently gets me off. Yesterday my pussy was gushing every time and I had a ton of anal orgasms. Did I mention my ass hurts today? When I cum from getting anally fucked it is deeper and more intense. The spasms seem to go through my entire body but there’s also a very concentrated over the top sensation in my ass. It almost burns but not quite. I never thought I’d like anal sex and definitely wouldn’t have believed anyone if they’d said I would get off while having it but I sure do. The weather has changed and along with it my mood for butt sex. What a strange and wonderful thing.
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magic fingers (1 pic)	Posted:Oct 24, 2022 2:48 am Last Updated:Oct 25, 2022 2:49 am 2178 Views
Daddy has magic fingers. Before we met I had a lot of guys stick their fingers in my pussy but none of them really knew what they were doing and not one of them got me off. Mostly I think it was for their benefit and enjoyment not mine anyways. It took someone like my Papa who knows what he is doing and cares about my pleasure to introduce me to the joy of having my g-spot rubbed until I convulse and practically pass out. Yep it can feel that good guys so learn how to do it if you want to satisfy your partner. I say that and then have to put in the caveat that not all women are the same and some really get off on clitoral stimulation more than g-spot stimulation. I wouldn’t dare to speak for all women so what I really suggest is that you openly communicate and don’t be afraid to explore new territory. I fully admit that when my Father put his fingers in me the first couple of times it was exciting but I didn’t expect much and it wasn’t until the third time when he truly tried to make me cum that it did in fact bring me to new heights of pleasure. Not only did I have an orgasm but I held my breath and tightened so many muscles in so many areas of my body that I nearly passed out. It felt amazing and odd at the same time. Not my first orgasm ever but the first I’d had from my g-spot being rubbed. Eventually I had orgasms while getting fucked in the ass too so I learned just how lucky I am to have so many options and possibilities. Plus the bonus that each of them feels very different. Those magic fingers my Daddy has also work expertly around my throat. Either he squeezes my carotid arteries or takes my breath away but passing out or blacking out is the goal and he safely manages to do it time and time again. This sort of play is not something we do very often because Papa says it’s dangerous and also addictive and I know he’s right about the second part. I trust him to not only choke me out but to set boundaries on things like frequency because I know without a doubt he always has my best interests at heart. My health and happiness almost seems more important to him than his own at times which can be scary but mostly just makes me feel extra loved and protected. It’s that kind of trust that allows me to lose consciousness without experiencing much fear just exhilaration. I don’t worry about dying I just get off on it and once again I have to count myself as a very lucky little girl. Oh Daddy now I want your hands on me now. I want your fingers in me and wrapped around my throat.
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time to play! (2 pics)	Posted:Oct 23, 2022 6:06 am Last Updated:Oct 25, 2022 2:50 am 2145 Views
Daddy has always been careful not to ruin any part of our sex life by involving the camera too often. He said from the beginning that it would never ever feel like work or be intrusive and he has kept his word. There are things we film over and over again like deep throat blow job scenes but stuff like making movies while I am in the bathtub is a rarity. The last thing Papa wants to do is ruin baths for me. It's kind of the same with going to the park. This is one of those times when I get to really regress and be around other kiddos so I immerse myself and get lost. That's not something my loving and caring Father wants to interrupt so I think we have only filmed twice while at the park. That doesn't mean there aren't some sexy times that have happened while we've been there it's just that the camera did not get involved. This particular video is one of those times when I was not just playing while Papa was holding the camera. He followed me around and I was aware of his presence so I did a bit of posing and teasing for him. At some point I crouched down at the entrance to one of the slides and took his length deep in my throat which was recorded as well. It wasn't a genuine moment of regression but it was still genuine sex between a loving Father and his slut while visiting the park.
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always and forever by His side	Posted:Oct 22, 2022 6:43 am Last Updated:May 27, 2024 5:34 am 2085 Views
When I wrote recently that Daddy and I are rarely apart it was not an exaggeration. With the exception of going to the bathroom there seriously is no reason for us to be anywhere but right next to each other. I mean sure I will be in the living room coloring and watching cartoons while he is in the kitchen cooking us dinner but we are still essentially together. Neither of us have a job we need to go to and we are distant from our families and friends. I know Papa has a couple of guy friends he does a lot of texting with and I hear them on the phone occasionally but there is just nobody else in his life but me. I do the same with my sister and another old friend but my time talking on the phone is even less frequent. Almost from the beginning we have isolated ourselves from the world and been extremely happy about it. That’s our dynamic and our lifestyle and we love it. Any time we go out though I am literally right by my Father’s side. When we are in the grocery store I usually have my arm in his and when we go for walks we are almost always holding hands. Part of this is comfort but some of it is out of fear. Daddy told me a story very early in our relationship about a day he’d been out with his biological and done the unthinkable by letting go of her hand for a moment in a clothing store. A few seconds later he turned around and she was gone. It’s not a terrible story with a bad ending because she was only just a few feet away and not visible but it was one of those shocks to the system that rocked him to his core. The experience stuck with him all these years and the thought of losing me in the same manner kind of haunts him so we stick very close together. And if I happen to need to go potty while we are out he walks me to the bathroom and is standing right outside waiting for me when I am done. He wouldn’t dare suggest we meet somewhere in the store and I would be terrified at the idea of making my way there all by myself. Now a reality check would suggest this is ridiculous because in real life I am a twenty-something whom nobody would abduct and likely wouldn’t lose her way in the store if asked to meet someone in the cereal aisle or something. Please remember that I deeply regress as frequently as possible and for lengthy periods of time. That means I can be 30 hours into being a kiddo and Papa will take me to the grocery store and unless I catch a glimpse of myself in a mirror or something I will still be very much in that headspace when we arrive. My mind rarely shifts of its own accord anymore so I have to make the decision or Daddy has to really make an effort to get me in Big Girl mode. I spend so much time regressed in mind heart and soul that finding myself in any other state of being is truly a shock to the system. So I go into the store clinging to my Father with very real fears clinging to me. Will we get separated? If so what would I do? Believe it or not the absurdity of this does not snap me out of little space at all. Yes I am a strange bird. Being next to each other feels right and we wouldn’t have it any other way. Unlike most people we don’t want or need time apart in fact doing so would be very sad and uncomfortable for both of us. Some might peg it as insecurity on my part but I just know how I feel when I am at his side. I am safe and loved and what more could a ask for?
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