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His eyes darkened as he stood up and squared his stance. His devilish smirk had me hot and ready to go but also a little scared.
"Baby girl, you know that consent paper you signed with all of your hard and soft limits?"
"Yes, Daddy."
"Good girl. I want you to know that everything in here is approved on that list. If you don't want something, for whatever reason, say Red or Pineapple. We can stop at anytime for any reason. I want you to enjoy this with me. Tap into a side you can't show anyone else and be free to take pleasure in those things that society says you shouldn't."
I took a deep breath feeling a huge sense of relief roll off of me.
"So from now on you will refer to me as Daddy. All questions must be answered verbally and respectfully, meaning you answer the question and acknowledge me. I know you already do these things but it's very important you do them in here. You have multiple exists and safety buttons as well as a camera behin
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