daddyś princess
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Daddy's little princess  by raCOON_hoe
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"I get whatever I want, one way, or another"
His princess  by agregg15
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She's a normal girl in a normal city or at least she thinks until she meets a guy who's taken her mom but when she gets there he exchanges a compromise and says he'll let her free if she'll agree to be his princess forever
You're safe now, little one.  by jbug0914
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Emberlynn Raye is a shy and sensitive seventeen year old. Her only way of escaping her abusive family is becoming little again. Going into her head space in the comfort of her room. Surrounded by her stuffies and her blanky. One day it got so bad she ran away. Her two best friends took her away and it was the best thing that has ever happened to her.
Daddy change my diaper by rebecca16432
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This is not real it just a story Brooklyn was sleeping in her crib and daddy came to get brooklyn up for the day and change brooklyn diaper and so brooklyn could play wild daddy make food and so brooklyn play and the daddy pick her up and put her in my high chair
Daddy's Bunny {Book One} by honeybeebaby12
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this is agere ! nottt ddlg / ageplay ! emma is twenty two n she is moving from ohio to california to be with her long distance partner n caregiver,, david !! they have been together for three years :3 but there r also skeletons in emma's closet :<
The Daddy Dom by CheyenneJoy1
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She felt nervous as she watched the taxi drive back down the long and winding driveway and disappear through the imposing, brass gate. She picked up her bags and turned to muster the house. It was large - the size of a small villa - with a brick facade and large white windows. The door was built of dark wood, a brass knocker nailed onto its middle. The garden surrounding it seemed immaculately kept and bore flowers in various shades of yellow which flanked the house walls. A plated stone path connected the driveway and parking area with the steps of the entrance. The entire property was shielded off from the outside by thick bushes, which could easily trump small trees in height. She swallowed. There was no turning back now. The arrangements had been made. The life she had known had been adjusted to accommodate her stay here, so far up in the countryside, so far away from the rest of the world. Hesitantly she began to walk up the path; once in front of the door she took a deep breath. This was it. Two careful knocks. Then it began: