Page 26 of Daddy's Firm Hand

“Not like that, Daddy!” I playfully punched his arm. “You know that I want you to be in charge of . . . that for me.” I blushed so hard.

“You’re a good Sub, you know that?”

I took a deep breath, gathering the courage to express the depths of my feelings. "I hope I am. But I want to go deeper. I want to submit to you fully, David. To be your Sub, your Little . . . to give myself to you completely. You've shown me what it means to trust, to feel cherished and protected. I know that with you, I can be my true self."

David's eyes softened, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He reached up, cupping my cheek with his hand, his touch sending a shiver down my spine. "Oh, Candy," he murmured, "you have no idea how much it means to hear you say that. Your submission, your trust . . . it's the greatest gift you could ever give me."

He leaned in closer, his forehead resting against mine. "I promise to always be here for you, to guide you, to nurture you, and to love you unconditionally. Together, we'll explore the beautiful depths of our connection, both as Daddy and Little, and as two souls intertwined."

“Please, Daddy.”

“Now, do you trust me?”

“Totally.”

David gently guided me to the floor, where he knelt before me, his eyes still maintaining that steely blue fire. "I want you to know, Candy," he said, his voice firm but laced with tenderness, "that as your Daddy, it's my responsibility to nurture not only your mind, but also your body. To help you reach your fullpotential, we must first rid you of any remaining traces of self-doubt, of any fear that may still linger."

I nodded, my heart pounding in anticipation of what was to come. I trusted him implicitly, knew that whatever he had in store for me was for my own good, for our good. He stood and disappeared to an armoire, returning with something that looked large and intimidating.

“Is that. . . ?”

“It’s a butt plug,” he replied, simply.

I stared at the object in his hands, my eyes widening slightly. I had heard of butt plugs, of course – they were mentioned in some of the resources I had discovered during my Ddlg exploration – but I had never seen one up close before. It was larger than I had expected, with a smooth, polished surface that seemed to invite touch but also made me nervous.

"Don't worry, Candy," David said, sensing my trepidation. "This isn't going to hurt you." He held it up so I could see more clearly. "This is a plug designed specifically for Little subs like yourself. It's gentle and will only be used for your own good."

"Now, Candy," he said, his voice authoritative yet soothing, "I want you to lie on your stomach, and I want you to trust me. This may feel uncomfortable at first, but I promise it will only bring us closer together."

Hesitantly, I did as he said, my heart pounding in my chest. David's hands were firm but gentle as he massaged my tense muscles, working away the knots and helping me to relax. His touch was calming, grounding, even as the anticipation of what was to come sent shivers down my spine.

"Relax, Candy," he purred in my ear, "breathe through it. I've got you."

My muscles tensed as David slowly inserted the plug, his movements unhurried and precise. The sensation was foreign, almost overwhelming, but the trust I had in him helped to allaymy fears. As he pushed it deeper, I couldn't help but let out a small whimper.

"Shh, Candy," he whispered in my ear, "relax and breathe through it. I've got you."

I focused on my breathing, trying to let go of any tension and surrender to the sensations. David's hands were still massaging my back, helping me to relax even more. With each slow thrust of the plug, I could feel our connection growing deeper and stronger.

"That's it," he murmured encouragingly, "just let yourself feel it."

As the plug reached its final destination, a feeling of fullness washed over me. It was a strange sensation – both uncomfortable and exhilarating at the same time. But above all else, I felt a sense of trust and security with David that I had never experienced before.

"Now," he said softly, "I want you to stand up slowly."

I did as he asked and stood up on shaky legs. The weight of the plug inside me was evident with each movement I made. It took some getting used to but eventually it became more bearable.

"How does it feel?" David asked gently.

"It's . . . different," I replied honestly.

"That's normal," he assured me. "But don't worry, we'll take things slow and make sure you're comfortable."

He led me back to the bed where we sat down together.

"Now comes the hard part," he said with a small smile.

"What do you mean?"

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