Bedtime = Playtime

Ash slipped into the red nightgown just for me—soft fabric hugging his hips tight around the thighs, showing off every curve he’s learned to present so perfectly since coming under my control. He didn’t put anything on underneath, not that I’d allow it anyway, and by the time the first picture hit my phone, he was already half hard beneath the thin material.

He started slow—one hand resting at his waist, eyes looking down with that quiet devotion I’ve come to expect from him—then another shot from behind: ass cheeks peeking out as he bent forward just enough to tease me a glimpse of where he aches most. His locked clit pressed against the fabric creating its own kind of friction—one he wasn’t allowed to chase without permission.

Pic after pic poured in; each one hotter, needier than the last. His breathing grew ragged—caught on camera in shaky voice notes whispered into his pillow so no one else would hear: “Daddy please let me touch… Daddy I need you inside me… fuck my pussy so bad… please… please…”

He knows better than to touch himself without being told—but that doesn’t stop him from spreading wide while letting me see how wet he is through sheer desperation—and how his hole flutters at nothing because it remembers what it feels like when I claim it—even if only over text—even if only in fantasy—for now.

But tonight was different—the way he moved slower yet more deliberate—like he knew exactly how much power a slut with nothing left to hide truly has—and when I finally said yes—he could go ahead use your fingers think of my cock splitting you open—he sobbed before shoving two deep moaning into his wrist like a good owned boy should be made to do .

Ash doesn't play innocent anymore —he knows what is —a pretty little thing built for display and use , completely mine down ,to every needy twitch beneath that red silk .

And soon enough very soon Ill be there in person & hes going find out just how thoroughly daddy plans on filling what He owns .