Thread by @Trauma_Posting

Daddy's Little Princess

#nsfwtwt sub POV, post Ashford Institute

Life since I got back from that scary Institute place has been so much better. It was frightening being there. The staff told me I was having all these bad thoughts, that I was misremembering things, like-

graduating university, having a job, and other silly things I couldn't possibly have done. I felt so guilty for my brain being broken, but also a crippling loneliness. The staff were nice, even if the place felt really scary.

Thankfully, they eventually helped me to remember my Daddy. I can't believe I forgot about him. I still feel guilty about it. Despite how fear-inducing the Institute could be, the staff were so proud and encouraging when I remembered things correctly.

Before I left, I even got to meet the big director lady. She was so nice!! Dr Ashley, or Ashcroft, or Ashford. Something like that. She asked me a bunch of questions, but then she gave me a lollipop after!! The other patients seemed on edge if she was even mentioned. Weirdos.

Remembering things is still difficult, but I have Daddy back to remember things for me now. He's always so patient when I have to ask him questions about things because I forgot stuff. I love my Daddy. He's the one thing I can always rely on. My rock. My world.

The only problem is that everything gets fuzzy when he's not around. Not in a fun way. I just get worried, and it gets hard for me to think clearly. I can't really do things for myself that well. When Daddy has to go out alone, he usually leaves me with a babysitter.

(Even though I am NOT a baby!!) Or one of his friends. They are usually pretty nice, but no substitute for Daddy!

Daddy also has this special app on his phone that can make me feel funny things.

He says the institute put a little chip in my head to make sure I wouldn't keep forgetting stuff, but he also made sure it could do fun things for me! I don't really understand how it works. The app just looks all blurry to me. (Ashford patented security software.)

On a particular lazy day, I'm just playing around in my room while Daddy does some stupid work in his office. He lets me in sometimes, but today he needed to be without distractions. Unbeknownst to me, Daddy plays with the app connected to my implant from across the house.

It never feels unnatural to me, no matter how stark of unnatural the changes are, it just feels like who I am. Even when Daddy tells me it's happening, I just can't process it for some reason.

Once he's done messing with the controls, I start to feel a rising heat coming on. It's intense right from the get go. Not overpoweringly so just yet, however. I try to keep my focus on something else, anything else. Normally I'd go to see Daddy, but he said he's super busy.

It only takes a minute of the rising heat for me to just flip onto my bed. It's all I can do to not writhe and whimper. That resistance buckles in another minute or so. I grind and squirm on my bed, utterly filled with a need.

My whole body starts to burn with desire as it radiates out from between my legs.

"Daddyyy..." I whimper needily, face pressed into the bed. I need him. I need him so badly, but I can't disturb him. I can't take it, though.

Shifting up onto my knees, I lift up my skirt. My princess parts are tiny and locked in a pretty little cage Daddy bought for me. He says little girls shouldn't get hard like Daddy does, and it stops me being a bad girl and trying to make cummies on my own.

In reality, the cage is unnecessary. The implant is perfectly capable of disabling orgasms and the ability to masturbate. Daddy just loves seeing how my princess parts look all locked up, and how my cage flops around when he does naughty things.

And when he sets his big Daddy parts over my cage it makes me squirm so much. It's a reminder of the power Daddy has over me.

I could've sworn I used to be a lot bigger, though. Daddy says that's silly. Cuties like me don't have big parts, and Daddy is always right.

Unable to take it anymore, I grab one of my pillows. Setting it between my legs, I quickly start to grind. It's such a painful thing to know it's only going to add to my frustration, yet feeling unable to stop myself.

This is why I need Daddy. This is why I need to be caged. This is why I need control.

It's increasingly frustrating how little stimulation I can get forcing myself down onto the pillow. Noises of breathy frustration leave my mouth.

I almost feel ready to cry purely from desperation. It's too much being stuck in a tiny little cage when your whole body is on fire, screaming for release.

"What are you doing, babygirl?" Daddy's deep, husky voice completely scrambles my brain. I hadn't even heard him come into my room. I hurriedly get off the pillow and turn to face Daddy. How long had he been standing there?

"D-d-daddy," I stutter out. I can feel my face flushing crimson, even as the shame of what I've done sets in. I look anywhere except for his eyes. "I-I was j-just--" I try to start some kind of explanation.

"Save the excuses, babygirl. Daddy knows what you were doing." He steps forward. Just seeing him come towards me makes my heart flutter and my princess parts even more desperate. His voice too. Unnf~ It just sets something primally submissive off in me.

He stops at the side of the bed, towering over me. I still don't look him in the eyes, or even up at him.

One of his hands reaches out. It settles on my jawline, with his thumb resting against my mouth. My body responds to his touch without a thought.

My mouth opens, and he pushes his thumb inside. I start to suckle eagerly on it. Having something in my mouth, especially part of Daddy, is one of many triggers for making my little brain go haywire.

"You know you're not supposed to do anything like that without Daddy's permission, princess." He works his thumb around my mouth, playing with my tongue. It's genuinely getting difficult to understand the content of his speech.

"Daddy is going to have to punish you for that, princess." He tilts my head up to meet his gaze and I just melt. My tongue licks and swirls around in my mouth, matching his movements.

Whining around his thumb, I nod. I feel ashamed that I couldn't control myself.

Daddy does so much for me and I'm too much of a stupid slut to follow a few little rules. How did I get so lucky to have a Daddy that loves, adores, and controls me this much?

Daddy sits down on the bed. In a moment, he's picked me up and shifted me to be over his lap, my head leaning down on one side, and my legs dangling over the other. Being reminded of how much bigger and stronger Daddy is than me with those little effortless displays of power-

makes me swoon.

Even as scatterbrained as I am, I know what's coming. Daddy collects my hands together behind by back. With one of his hands, he can grip both of my wrists. Even if I were to pull as hard as I possibly could there is no chance I could escape his grip.

Daddy's other hand lifts up my skirt, before it runs across my backside. When he squeezes, it elicits a moan from me. A moan that grows significantly needier when his hand travels to my cage, moving it back and forth a little.

"Daddyyy..." I whine, my voice hot with lust. The implant in my brain still only allows it to rise until it's disabled or Daddy deals with it.

"What is it, Princess?" His hand continues to play with my tiny cage.

"N-n-need y-you...In m-me," I manage to stutter out.

"Such a helpless little slut. Can't think about anything but sex, even when that's what you're being punished for."

I squirm against him in response, letting out a desperate whine. I freeze the moment his hand connects hard with my backside. It's enough to make me yelp loudly.

Daddy doesn't give me a chance to recover or speak. His hand comes down again. And again. And again. And again. He continues to spank me, alternating between cheeks, occasionally hitting my upper thighs. The sound of his hand hitting me is quickly joined by moany sobs and yelps.

I can't help squriming and struggling is his lap. It hurts so much, my body tries desperately to escape. Daddy is far, far too strong for that, however. Still holding my wrists, he pins me to his legs, all the while not relenting in his abuse of my backside.

I can feel how red my butt is becoming, and how sore it's going to be for the next day or two. At least he hasn't brought out any of the pain toys.

I struggle to hold back my tears and to take my punishment for Daddy. He notices, however. "It's okay, babygirl. Let it out, cry for Daddy." He speaks a little louder to be heard over his continuous assault.

Those words are all it takes for the floodgates to open.

Immediately, I burst into tears, crying and sobbing like the dumb little baby that I am.

"Thats it, good girl. Let it all out. You're doing such a good job taking your punishment."

Tears freely flow down my cheeks as I begin to absolutely bawl, whining for my Daddy. As if to mirror the front half of me, watery precum dribbles out of my cage into the floor.

Suddenly, the spanking stops. I feel Daddy reach over to my nightstand for something. I'm still in the midst of crying my eyes out, overstimulated physically and emotionally.

A moment later, Daddy's hand is against my butt once more, only this time it's gentle. I feel two lube covered fingers press against my butt. They don't have any trouble finding their way inside. Just the slightest push and my butt accepts.

Still sobbing, I moan out helplessly. I hadn't expected this. "D-d-d-d-da--"

"Hush, babygirl. Just relax and enjoy Daddy's fingers. No trying to make big girl words for you."

Well, if he insists.

Once inside, his fingers curl downwards and find an all too familiar button. The first time they brush against it, a spurt of precum leaves my princess parts and splatters uselessly onto the floor. My butt is still stinging with pain, and with the new stimulation I can't seem to

stop myself crying.

Daddy's fingers begin to push in and out. He varies his tempo, along with his positioning. Switching from torturously slow milking of my prostate, to fingering me so hard that it hurts my raw butt.

With all of the stimulation, it doesn't take long for me to reach the edge of a prostate orgasm. Daddy can always tell when it's coming. I don't know if it's my noises, the way I squirm, or something else.

"You wanna cum for Daddy, babygirl?" He asks, still fucking my eager little hole with his fingers.

"Y-Yuh! Y-yyessss d-dada, p-pwa-pwease," I plead, doing my best to buck and push against his hand.

I can feel it. It's right there. What I've been waiting for. The bliss of a mind melting orgasm. An orgasm to rock my body and leave me a quivering mess in Daddy's lap. All I need is Daddy's permission.

But it never comes. His fingers pull out, and I immediately start whining and squirming with hugely renewed vigour.

"You're going to learn a lesson in patience, princess," Daddy speaks over me as I begin to cry once again. I was SO close.

"I hope you're ready to deal with what you've done to Daddy, slut."

End of part 1