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Babygirl and Teddy

"Babygirl, what are you doing?"

"Talking to Mr. Teddy, Sir."

She'd had a rough day. So used to being alone, she automatically reached for her favorite teddy bear for comfort. Burying her face in the soft fur, she let the day's worries pour out of her.

"If you've had a rough day, you should talk to me, babygirl. That's what I'm here for."

He knew she had been alone for a while before she met him, alone with her thoughts. Her natural instinct was to go deep into her head, sort things out, and then surface again. But she wasn't alone anymore.

"I know, Sir. Teddy keeps all my secrets, though."

"Well, Teddy and I are going to have a talk. There are no secrets from Sir!"

She giggled. Now he was just being silly. Looking down at her pink knee socks, she wondered if she should tell him what she had whispered to Teddy a moment before. Biting her lower lip, she felt unsure of herself. She knew she could tell Sir anything. She knew she could trust him. She just hated feeling silly.

"Babygirl..."

His voice held a warning. Reading her like a book, he knew she wouldn't talk to him without a push. He loved the babygirl side of her, so different from the confident professional woman he knew her to be outside of their relationship. But he also knew that she would hide behind that professional persona in a heart beat. He refused to let her do that with him.

"I had a really bad day, and all I want is to be fucked and choked and spanked and bitten and hurt until I cry!"

Her words came out in a rush, afraid that if she stopped, she'd never say it all.

She looked up at him with wide eyes, disbelief on her face that she told Sir what she needed instead of simply serving him, happy for what he chose to give her. Scared that he was displeased, she buried her face in Teddy again, holding onto the worn bear.

"Did you ever think that maybe I want the same thing tonight, babygirl?"

She looked up at him, biting her lower lip again. She shook her head. The thought hadn't occurred to her because he'd been so sweet and gentle with her since she'd walked in the door, raging at the insanity of the people she'd had to deal with during the day.

"My little slut wants to be used tonight, huh? I think that can be arranged."

She heard his voice strengthen and deepen, the beginnings of a growl rumbling from him. The sound sent a shot of desire straight through her. Her eyes became glossy with desire.

"Strip for me, little slut. I want to see what's mine before I take it."

"Yes, Sir."

Standing on unsteady legs, she began to strip out of her pajamas. She started to take out one pigtail and stopped at the shake of his head. Bending over to remove her socks, she heard a warning growl.

"Leave them on."

She stood in front of him, naked except for her knee socks, pigtails framing her face. His babygirl, she looked almost innocent, if he didn't know the greedy little slut who lurked beneath. In one swift move, he pushed her into the wall behind her, her hands trapped over head with one hand. He wrapped his long fingers around her neck with the other. He applied no pressure, but the weight of hand caused her breath to catch in her throat.

Leaning forward, he captured her mouth with his, kissing and licking her lips. Trapped against him, her stomach fluttered with nerves as she stared into his eyes. She often forgot how dangerous he could be when he decided to take what was his. She felt his hand squeeze lightly against her throat, and her pussy clenched in response.

"Let's begin."

About the author

Kayla Lords

I am an erotic author, sex blogger, podcaster, freelance writer, and an opinionated marketer. I'm also a masochistic babygirl submissive with an amazing and sadistic Daddy Dom. Welcome to my kinky corner of the internet!

42 Comments

  • Smoking hot!!!!! It’s an amazing thing when you both find yourself on the same page. I do have to agree with Sir…..Mr. Teddy shouldn’t be keeping any secrets.

    • Well, poor babygirl has a lot to learn (to re-learn, I should say). It’s been a while for her. We shall see what other adventures she goes on…

      It’s sort of fun writing her. I almost wish I could bring myself to use the term “Daddy” but since I wouldn’t, I can’t make one my characters do it…it feels false…

      • …because part of me reads and goes, ‘oh, this is so wrong on so many levels for me’, and the other part of me acknowledges the existence of what is going on as a real need, a need that is unmet in me. And then I smile and look at it as good, and a good piece of writing.

        • There was a time, not so long ago, when I felt the same way about that specific type of D/s dynamic…just that small detail would turn me off completely…my oh my how things change. 😉

          And thank you for the compliment about my writing. 🙂

  • Love love love!!! There are times when I find myself really second guessing myself in this lifestyle (like today). This story comes at the right time. It reminds me that we all have a need to be ourselves fully and gracefully, with no judgment, especially with our sexuality. A D/s relationship provides that, only with the right Dom. And it’s super fucking sexy! xxx

          • Yeah, I’ve been trying. I put myself out there recently purely on a friendship level trying to make a new friend and he was awesome. Right up until he turned in to a complete asshole. Maybe he was testing my boundaries to see how I would react, but I don’t play like that and not for him.

          • I’ve gone through a couple of assholes, too. But a few good ones have stuck. Are you on Fetlife? Yes, there are a TON of jerks, but there are a few real people who won’t do that to you.

          • I deactivated my account today. I didn’t delete it; I just deactivated it. I am too busy to worry about making new kinky friends right now. This guy started messaging me out of the blue and the conversation was interesting, until it wasn’t. I am not overly worried about it right now.

          • Ready for it? To have up an account that just sits there? Yeah, when I need it, I know where its at. In the meantime–see ya! I’m seriously over Fet right now. Yes, the site forever changed me and my life, but that doesn’t mean it is exempt from being weighed on a scale like everything else. It’s been causing me way too many hassles, with very little positive benefits as of late. So for now, it’s gone. Yes, I know where it’s at.

          • Not the SITE! Who cares about that?! No, I mean the ability to reach out to the D/s community – whenever you feel like it. I only go on Fetlife when I get a notification that someone has messaged me or friend-requested me. Other than that, I’m almost never there. I’ve looked for other opportunities to connect with people – WordPress and Tumblr being the ones that I’ve liked the best.

          • Almost all of my kinky friends are on WP. I have one friend in England, but I haven’t been talking to him much lately. He emailed me a few weeks back and he straight up Dom-lied through his teeth to me. He would call it “positive manipulation” and I call it keeping a respectful distance. I do not feeling like playing games with him right now. Or at all. I like him better when he is just acting as a friend. Sorry, I got off track. I would really like to make some RL kinky friends, not as prospective play partners; just friends. Real friends. I have my close female friends in the Vanilla world, but RL kinky platonic friends would be nice. People who respect the D/s lifestyle and conduct themselves as such. Not protocol exactly, just…people who are committed to the lifestyle for more than just kink.

          • It takes time and weeding through a lot of crap. I know a few good ones. But there are a TON of jackasses out there. (No offense to the good ones reading this that I haven’t befriended.)

          • I know there are people out there and my husband and I should start making more of an effort to seek them out. I don’t know. It will happen when it happens. We have one male friend in New Orleans who is heavily involved in the local rope scene down there. He’s pretty cool.

            There is another guy who moved here last year with his wife and then had a baby. They are both kinky. He has been involved in the scene in Florida (where ever he lived there) for many years. He makes and throws whips. We should go and hang out with them, BBQ, bring the kid, and relax. I’ve known his for 15 years through his older bother. He’s not someone I am looking to have a play relationship with, so I think it would be chilled out if we got together with them.

            We tried to go to one munch and I felt like I was being devoured just sitting there. People were eating me with their eyes. It was weird.

          • Funny enough–I just took a three hour nap and dreamed I was hanging out with all of WP female friends. You were there, Pretty Primal, Butterfly, and Rubber Princess. We had a good time in my dream messing around and acting like girls.

            I have kinky friends. You guys are my friends.

  • You know …
    I only started exploring the D/s dynamic because of a recounting of my best friend’s experience during a short time of her life. The whole recounting left me hopelesslessly turned on.
    This story seems to capture both my fascination and aversion to the entire thing. Thank you for that.
    And yes, I am HOPELESSLY turned on!

  • i love when he calls me his baby girl, little girl, His girl. The word daddy has yet to leave my mouth. I do not know how he would feel about it. But i do know that pleasing him, my master is all that i want in this life.

  • You are a genius with words, once again nailing it. And as you said in one earlier response- how do things do change..I’ve always said. Sometimes in a very unexpected & surprising way.. .

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