The Fort Part 2- Don't Call Me Daddy
Chapter 18- Time to build a fort
© L 2025
You sit with me for a further 15 minutes in case I wake. But now you get up, your back is stiff from laying on the floor. You go to your toy cupboard and retrieve two of your longest lengths of nylon rope. This is rope you use to bind me. You are not the most proficient in Shibari, sometimes your square knots, and chain knots can look more like that box of cables you keep 'just in case', and never get round to using, sorting out or tidying up. However, when mental play is what we are both wanting, spending time in each others presence, Shibari gives us that. Wrapping the soft rope around my naked skin in some kind of harness, creating wonderful intricate patterns. Or fashioning some of the armbinder techniques, can bring us both a huge amount of intimate pleasure. That you then get to enjoy, as you fuck my prepared body and holes.
Now the rope is to be used for something far less interesting, but in this moment, just as important, and you take it and the wall hooks downstairs. Usually you would put music or the TV on, but your Daddy instincts are on full alert, you want to be able to hear me, and you don't want to spend too long away from me. You screw the hooks back into the holes in the walls, looping the rope between them, you tentatively let the rope bear your weight. Hmm, maybe you should start using these hooks again?
They were the first thing we added when we moved in, and we loved having the space and freedom to play in our own home together when we wanted. However, we stopped because after we moved in we found family or friends would drop by unannounced. Other than a small front vestibule, the front door opens into our large, 2 storey high lounge. You had once just finished one of your most intricate Shibari ties running the length of my body. Starting at my feet, it wound up my body, crossing, and knotting, over my hips, waist, tits and up both arms. The final touch was to raise my arms above my head and secure the rope to the hook.
Just as you had finished, the front door bell rang, it was my sister. Grabbing our EMT sheers you cut the rope from the hook, and carried me upstairs as quickly and as safely as you could. With no time to undo the rope, you cut each intricate knot down my arms to free them, then handing me the scissors checking I was okay to get out the rest of the restraint myself you flew back down and opened the door, trying not to seem flushed and out of breath. 'I saw your light on and have great news', she said walking in (as was her style), without being asked. Oh the number of times you have (somewhat jokingly) told me she would benefit from a firm hand striking her posterior! Not bearing the thought of cutting any more of the rope I undid each knot, painfully aware of the seconds flying by, my fingers and arms working as quickly as possible. As soon as I was out, I flew into your bathroom stuck my head under your shower, and grabbing a hand towel threw on some clothes and raced to the top of the stairs, then also trying to breathe normally, I casually walked downstairs, exclaiming 'I thought I heard the door while I was in the shower'.
After that night (that earned me serious brownie points), we never did rope bondage downstairs again. As soon as we could, we fitted out your bedroom with all the equipment we needed. Downstairs became our vanilla utopia, upstairs our BDSM wonderland. However, over the years visitors that would drop by unannounced lessened. We were no longer the 'new couple' that had just moved in to their designer four bedroomed barn conversion together. Blackout blinds on the windows mean no one can ever tell if we are home or not, our Saturday nights are ours. As you finish roping up and adding the sheets, you decide, yes the hooks will stay.
Positioning the sofa at one side, you take one of our lamps, a small table and put them in the fort. At least this one you can almost stand up in. You close and shut the blinds, and for added security close the curtains, that really are more for decoration. You deadbolt the front and back doors, and shut the kitchen blind too, just in case. Now, there is no physical way anyone can get in, or see into our home. Pulling out the bed inside the fort it has a warm cosy feel, and you haven't even added all the blankets yet. But you have spent far too long away from me, and you head back upstairs, with a new found wave of excitement for our weekend, you didn't think would return.
Upstairs the film has stopped, I am still sleeping. You get on your bed and shut your eyes, you're as exhausted as I am.
A few hours later...
You wake, outside it's going dark, how long have you been asleep? You check your watch and see it has just gone 6:51pm. Dam its later than you wanted to sleep, but you do feel better. Looking over the edge of the bed, you see me still sleeping, and you brush your hand over my arm. 'Princess'? You call softly, I stir, and blink my eyes open. 'We need to wake up, do you need the toilet'? 'Yes Daddy', I say sleepily. You get up and stand over my dog bed, holding out your hands. I reach up, and you pull me to my feet, bearing my weight as I find my balance. You lead me to your bathroom, and ease me down onto the toilet, I wince in pain, taking in a sharp breath. When I finish toileting, you wipe and clean me. I could do it myself, but you won't have me experience any more pain than I have to.
You help me to your bed and order me to lie down on it, so I lay down on my front. You tell me you are just going to have a quick shower. When you get out, you dry yourself, come through to your bedroom and apply more lotion to my bottom. You put some lounge pants on and a t-shirt, despite the time of year, because the house is so warm, you really don't need anything else. Helping me up, taking my hand, you guide me to my bedroom.
I'm quiet, still waking up, if I'm honest, still getting over my spanking, and you know I am. You move to my chest of drawers, the top drawer has in it my diapers. You remove one and laying it out on my bed you order me to lie down on it. I do, its very soft, you apply more lotion and then do it up. Just as this morning you told me I shouldn't use it, you say the same thing again. I can't help but smile, the soft diaper feels amazing next to my red raw arse. Then you get out some fleece pyjamas, you help me into the bottoms, and put the top on me. Slipping on my bunny slippers, I’m dressed.
But before we head downstairs you go to my toys ready to be taken downstairs. Your eyes frown, I'm guessing I will be choosing one to take into the fort. 'well, this is no good' you say looking at them all. Then you leave my room, returning momentarily later with your blanket box. 'You don't have enough room for all your teddies', you say putting it on my bed. One by one you remove the teddies I have put in the first box, into the second. Then you look round my room asking 'who else is joining us'? My smile increases and I quickly gather J, Big Teddy and Uni from my bed, and put them in. Then I gather Jessie, Lightning, and Mater from the floor. The teddy box is now full as I put Radcliffe on top.
With plenty of room in the other box, you suggest I put the rest of the My Little Ponies in, and ask me why my Lego isn't in. I explain that I didn't want to get into trouble for leaving Lego on the floor. An almost ironic statement after what I did, but you smile and kiss my head. You suggest I take my magnetic blocks instead, adding we can build a stable and jumps for the My Little Ponies. 'Daddy, My Little Ponies don't live in stables silly'. 'Of course they don't', you say, then looking slightly confused you ask 'where do they live'? 'In a magical place with castles, Daddy', 'oh, right, yes, silly me! Well, lets see what we can build them, you've got two sets of magnetic blocks, and if I stand on them, then it's my own fault'. 'Okay Daddy', I say feeling happier every second.
You pick up the box with my teddies in it and we go downstairs, I have no idea until I see the fort built that you've put it together already. I let out a small squeak of excitement jumping down the last step, you put the box down and lead me in. The sofa bed is already pulled out and made. You tell me to lie down on it and you fetch my teddies. 'Right, it's getting late, and as were sleeping in here for 2 nights rather than one, lets leave your other toys, and the other blankets, cushions, pillows until tomorrow.
Then you reach down grab something, hold your hands behind your back and tell me to choose a hand. Looking at you suspiciously, I tap your left arm. You bring out your hand holding in it a Chinese takeaway menu. We had discussed maybe getting take away tomorrow night, but not tonight. You pull out the menu in your right hand and it's a pizza menu. I can't help but look slightly disappointed, and you read my reaction instantly. 'Yeah, I really want pizza too', you say, and you climb onto the bed, pulling me in to you gently. Putting the Chinese menu on the small table, you ask 'right, what shall we get'? As you spread the pizza menu out in front of us.
End of part 2