The interplay of strong, protective daddy with adoring, obedient boy uniquely combines love, power, and masculinity in a way that Carl Jung, visiting ...his local leather bar, would call archetypal, meaning that it goes with the territory of being human. It’s not that everybody is turned on by daddy/boy fantasies, but we can all locate ourselves along the spectrum of being, having, or wanting a good Daddy.What does it mean to engage in daddy/boy fantasies? And how does that dynamic play itself out. I stroked my cock. It almost hurt having it contained within its prison; my denim shorts. I took the front of my shirt between my finger and thumb and pulled it away from my chest repeatedly, hoping to cool down. I stopped when I heard the unmistakeable sound of high heels. I looked up and Natasha walked in, I didn’t think any of it at first. Before I could say anything Natasha grabbed my shirt and pulled me towards her. Without any warning Natasha shoved her tongue into my mouth. Shocked and. She reaches over and unleashes you from both handcuffs. You take your blindfold off and you welcome the sight of her naked beauty and your cock twitches aching to be drained of its juices again. ‘New rule. Fuck me with wild abandon and make me come,’ she demands. ‘On all fours,’ you demand back at her as you hop off the bed and guide her back onto the bed. ‘Ass in the air.’ Using an open hand you give her your own playful hard slap. ‘Get ready.’ You hop on the bed, feet next to her knees right. He’ll hear me.” “You’ll do as I fucking well say. You belong to me. If I tell you again, then you do it without questioning me. Don’t make me come over there and do it for you.” “Oh, fuck!” I twisted and pulled harder. I couldn’t disobey his commands. I didn’t want to. The reaction my body felt to his words was amazing. My desire to please him was consuming. The gratifying feeling he brought me when he told me I was his Good-girl, or the feeling of cumming for him was just so powerful. I.