I can't believe this Daddy

Mufasa still can’t believe what he’s become for me.

The fact that he’s wearing panties now—just for Daddy—completely goes against everything he was raised to believe.

But he can’t stop.

He loves it.

Every time he slips them on, that guilt just melts away—replaced by pure need.

Need to serve.

Need to please.

Need to be owned.

He would literally do anything for me at this point.

He lives to be my toy now.

Showing off for me is all he thinks about—he’s told me so himself. Wakes up thinking about me. Goes to bed thinking about me. Dreams about being Daddy’s little bitch.

And when he sent me the pics—tight little panties barely covering that perfect ass, cock straining against the fabric, face flushed and desperate? That told me everything I needed to know:

Mufasa’s mine.

Completely.

And I’m going to keep taking him even deeper.