Yes Daddy. Always.

Sammie’s such a pretty boy. Soft lips, golden hair, that perfect little body that just radiates obedience.

But the real magic? It’s what happens the moment my name lights up his phone. Something in his brain just switches off.

Whatever he was doing — gone.

Whatever he was thinking — doesn’t matter. All that’s left is that sweet, breathy little voice saying:

“Yes, Daddy.”

Every time. Without hesitation. He turns into my dumb little blond, the kind that doesn’t need to think — just needs to please. Obey. Submit.

And the more I push, the deeper he sinks. Because Sammie lives for it. To be told what to do. To be made into exactly what Daddy wants. And let’s be honest — he’s so good at it.