I had a vasectomy right after my last planned, wanted child was born. So it comes to impregnation-play kinks I’m just a crash-test Daddy. But because I’ve had a vasectomy we can play that game responsibly, can’t we? Again and again.
Mmhmm! You’re a very scary darkness aren’t you? I’ll have to be soooo brave, when you cuddle up in my lap while we read stories, huh? Cause you’re a really scary shadowkitty aren’t you, teapot? Brrrrr!
One of my other favourite things is knowing a girl is shy but also that she is secretly a freak and having fun with the shyness.
Getting her all flustered making her ask for things and watching her hide her head and blush and she stutters and stammers and makes whining noises so you tell her to point or use her hands or yours to show you what she wants and needs.
Then watching as she gets even more flustered and embarrassed but know that you know exactly what’s going on and she just becomes silly, confused and loses her composure completely as you sweetly whisper filth into her ears.
Knowing you’re shy but that you’re having fun with it!
This is the key part, isn’t it?
I wouldn’t humiliate you for the world about anything genuinely hard or painful for you. That’s just bullying, plain and simple and there’s no room for that anywhere in kink.
But giving you a chance to blush about being cool on the outside and a wriggly squeak in the inside? I wouldn’t be much of a Daddy if I didn’t want to have fun with that, would I, kittenclaws?
Both! Kittens have claws and puppies have, but Daddies can handle a few scratches, can’t we, if that’s what it takes to earn your surrender. And trust.
Close your eyes and imagine me murmuring in a gentle but firm voice, “Girl oodness, pumpknot, what have you gotten up to now? And what am I going to do with you…
