The Fort Part 2- Don't Call Me Daddy
Chapter 10- Shopping with Daddy
© L 2025
You turn me to fully sit facing you on your lap. You kiss and cuddle me gently, I nuzzle into you and shut my eyes. As you stroke me, your strokes are warm, comforting, they help to comfort the painful throbbing in my ass. You drink your coffee while scrolling through your phone, loving that I can just sit quietly on you while you do grown up, adult, Daddy things.
I almost fall back to sleep, but when you're ready you wake me up, and tell me to go and get my boots and coat and bring them to you. While I do, you clear away our breakfast things, grab your own shoes and jacket and wait for me by the front door.
Eventually I return looking excited, handing you my Ugg boots, automatically lifting my left leg. 'Daddy, can you get my glitter now', I ask enthusiastically. 'No princess, I'll get it for you when we get back', you say putting my boots on me. I give you my best cute little look, and your cock almost stirs. 'Later, I promise, it's the first thing I will get for you when we get home', you say firmly trying to keep your own desires in check as well as mine. Sex right now is not an option! Once my coat is on, you take my hand and I skip out the door after you, closing it.
Friday Afternoon (just after lunch time)
We return from shopping both happy, both immersed as Daddy and little in our DDlg lifestyle. You love us going out in public as Daddy and little, to look at us no one would be able to know the true dynamic of our relationship, and that's just the way we like it. But while out with you, as your little, you do have certain rules just as at home you expect me to follow;
Unless it isn't possible, I must hold your hand at all times. If I am not holding your hand I must remain by your side, not wander off, pay attention to you and not become distracted. That is certainly the hardest rule for me to obey when we are out together. I mustn't argue, or keep asking for something if you say no. If I want to do anything while out I ask your permission always using 'please'. It doesn't matter if I want to go somewhere, do something, look at something, go to the toilet even. Regardless of your answer I must also always thank you, even if you have denied my request.
Finally, I must still address you in a respectful manner that respects our dynamic, and continues to honour you as my owner. I can still address you as Sir or Daddy if I wish, but you also accept your name J. To ask you a question or to do something without using the proper address, and please, will not only likely see my request rejected, you will likely reprimand me verbally, and it always leads to me being punished when we get home.
If I begin to act up, my bratty side begins to shine through. A whispered reminder in my ear that you will scold me in public if you need to, has so far been enough to make be behave. Certainly (again) until we get home, where I often find you will punish me for my bratty or petulant behaviour. Yet another lesson I learned the hard way, through many occasions.
However, our shopping trip was a success, it didn't take long to get the items on my lists, you took me out for an early lunch as a treat for being a good girl, and before we finished shopping you had one more surprise for me. We entered a large department store, and proceeded to the nightwear section for women. Here you choose a specific pyjama set for me, and without asking me if I liked it moved on to nightwear for men. To my surprise they had almost the exact same set for men which you also picked out. As we exited the last shop, I said excitedly 'Daddy I had no idea you were getting us matching pyjamas too'. I'm loud enough for others to hear, but you are proud if anyone does, and any strange looks you may have gotten, you simply ignored, or never even noticed.
You took my hand, bringing me close to you, you bent down and kissed me, the kiss lingering as you embraced me. I drive you wild sometimes, and this week could not have been more perfect if you had tried. Far from keeping us apart, your absence, the long hours somehow brought us closer together. As you embraced me, your hands slid over my ass and you whispered in my ear 'can you still feel my belt little one'?
There are plenty of times you turn me on in little space, we simply don't act on it, and that moment was no different, as I felt my pussy start to tingle. 'Yes Daddy', I said back in a quiet voice. Taking my hand you lead me on saying 'good', adding as we walked 'I gotta hand it to you, I didn't think you would be able to be good all week, but I'm so proud of you. You have earned your fort weekend, I promise I won't take it away from you now'. I jumped up and down as we walked, making our way home, blissfully happy.