Everything’s for you daddy

It’s not enough for Zane just to look good—he needs me to know he did it all for me. Every photo he sends now has an edge of desperation, a silent plea for approval. Each pose, every angle, is carefully chosen to make sure he’s unforgettable. He’s not just showing off anymore; he’s worshiping the person he’s become under my control.

He’s hooked on the feeling of being desired, owned, and praised by me. The sensation of his freshly smooth skin beneath his fingertips constantly reminds him of his submission. It’s intoxicating. Addictive. He can’t stop touching, exploring, and imagining how pleased I must be with him.

His obsession isn’t slowing down—it’s growing deeper every day. And the best part? He loves every single second of it.