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Ashley’s P.O.V.
“Smell’s good in here” I said with a smile. It was now the next morning and we were at the cabin again. My arms wrapped around his small waist and I kissed his neck, pressing my naked hips into his butt. He was wearing a pale purple satin robe, transferring the heat between us easily.
“I’m making my baby some pancakes.” He smiled, patting my hand where it rested on his hips. I giggled, hiding my face in his hair and making him chuckle. He finished the last two of the pancakes, serving them up with thick syrup and butter. I pulled away and let him lead me to the couch in the living room, sitting next to him on the plush cushions. He fed me lovingly, cutting my breakfast into small bites and kissing me every so often. Sitting next to him naked while he’s somewhat clothed was a subtle act of dominance, but it made me feel more secure like all his other Dom things did. And then there was the fact that he was alternating between feeding myself and him was more of a tender sign of dominance.
The thing that I loved about having Andy with me was that he really did care about me. He cared about my wellbeing and pretty much loved spoiling the hell out of me. He cooked for me and cleaned for me and made me feel like royalty. Like a princess. But part of me thought about what would happen in the future. I didn’t really want to go to college before, but now I seriously didn’t want to go. I wanted to stay with him and be with him all the time and maybe even be married and adopt some kids. Or maybe spend my life with him and his band when they got back together, which they had been working on. He and his two guitar players had been working on some new music, but they were still looking for a new drummer. The lead guitarist, whose name was Jake, could play drums too, but he wouldn’t be able to if they were performing live again.
In addition to being an awesome singer, Andy was a really great bass player. Sometimes we would just sit around and I would listen to him play for a while and he had even promised to teach me to play too. I liked the thought of him teaching me an instrument because my grandma would NEVER buy me a guitar or pay for lessons. That’s why I spent the majority of the time sketching in my sketch book. She may have been able to take away most of my things but that was one item she could never get her hands on. I’ll admit that some of my artwork was pretty odd, but I liked it. I liked drawing skulls and patterns and designs and sometimes sketching out clothes that maybe one day would be real. Who knows, maybe he would help me do that.
But enough of that, let’s just focus on the fun we had together in our special cabin
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I giggled at the suggestion that he just posed to me and blushed. “But Daddy, how you gunna breathe?” I asked. He smiled up at me from between my legs.
“Don’t worry, sweetie. I can breathe. I’ll just be smelling your pretty little butt while I do.” he said with a slight giggle himself. I blushed even harder at the thought, getting butterflies in my stomach.
“Ok Daddy” I said as I moved into position. I scooted myself up and gently sat down on his beautiful face. I giggled and started playing with his hair. “Does that feel good?” I asked. He let out a soft moan and I felt him try to nod, but obviously couldn’t. There was something so incredibly dirty about having my ass LITERALLY sitting on his face. Part of me felt wrong to be on top of him, sitting on him. I knew from some of the porn we had watched that this was usually a domination technique, except now it was the other way around. It was only later when he explained it that I understood what he had been doing.
“The truth is that I find your ass quite sexual and I very much enjoy the taste of it. And in a way, it was an act of dominance, just not in the same way. You see, part of being a dominant, at least a good dominant, is showing a little submission every once in a while. Letting your little be on top of you and be pleasured and feel good. That’s one of the keys of being a good dominant and I’m not about to neglect that”
I continued to giggle and play with his hair as his nose nudged deeper into my butt, the cold metal of his nose ring making me shiver. I couldn’t help myself from wiggling my hips on his face, getting comfortable. There was a moan that came from beneath me, getting me to giggle even louder.
“How’s it smell down there?” I asked sarcastically.
“Smells great to me” he said, though it was muffled by the sound of my ass cheeks in his face. I laughed straight out, my cock already semi-hard as it often was when around Andy.
“You cannot be serious. You actually like the smell of my shit hole?”
“As long as you don’t do anything while actually on top of me, I’m great” he said, patting my butt. There was that weird cuteness again.
“Fucking hell, are all dominants this possessive of their submissive’s asses.”
“Maybe not all of them, but this one is of yours.” He spoke, still breathing through his nose. I shook my head
“God, you’re so weird” I chuckled, I could feel him smirk as I settled comfortably, leaning back against the back of the sofa. I didn’t really get too complacent before he scooted his head further up into me, his nose soon replaced by his tongue. A moan slipped through my teeth, making me simultaneously relax and tense for what was coming next.
Though it was commonly called a rim job, there wasn’t much ‘rim’ involved in this. Mainly it was a lot of tongue and a lot of moaning on my part and two orgasms that came over both mine and Andy’s chests. I had to admit, even though I was totally comfortable with my body and my gender, penises sure make messes. This once again brought to mind some of the extreme porn we had experimented in watching where guys actually get castrated or even completely…..shall we say….amputated, but it certainly wasn’t an option in our case. It’s not like it was really that much of a problem either, I just licked it up when we were done
I posed my penis theory to Andy after he was sitting next to me again, his lips kissing my temples gently. His breath still smelled like my ass, but I didn’t mind really. After all, it was my ass he was just sniffing and licking.
“What exactly do you mean?” he asked absentmindedly while kissing the side of my face.
“Like, it would be easier to eat me out and stuff if I was a girl. And it would be neater too.”
“Awe sweetie, if you had a pussy you would’ve already drowned me with all your arousal juices.”
“Daddy!!?” I exclaimed, smacking his arm and blushing. But he only smirked at me.
“You know it’s true. Plus, you’d ALWAYS be wet. You would never ever be able to keep your panties dry.”
“Oh my goooooooooooooodddd” I said as I blushed even deeper, hiding my face with my hands. I heard his deep chuckle as he pulled me closer, brushing back my hair and kissing my forehead.
“That’s not a bad thing, baby. I’m just saying that that’s why it’s a good thing you’re a boy and not a girl.”
“I guess” I conceded, turning into a whole new shade of red that went beyond blush.
“Besides, if you were a girl, you would make such a mess when I did this” Before I knew what he was saying, I was over his knee with my ass looking up at him from his lap. He landed a firm smack on my left cheek, making me yelp in surprise.
“You see? If you were a girl you’d already be dripping wet” he said smugly before spanking my opposite cheek, the repeating it. And repeating it again. I could feel his familiar hands leaving prints on my ass once again, reminding me that it was his. It was his to own and mark and play with however he pleased, which of course he did. I was solely his and nobody else’s and this was his way of repeatedly marking me. It was also his way of helping me to release whenever I had pent up feelings that needed to be let out by crying. I tried to close my legs as a way of teasing him but it only turned him on more, pushing my legs apart and spanking there too.
“And if you were a girl then you just would’ve splashed your sticky liquid alllllllllll over the place.” He went on. He did this for about 2 teasing minutes before finally letting go of me. I sprung up and made a bee-line up the stairs for the bedroom, getting him to chase me there. I looked back behind me to see his semi flopping between his legs. I tried to close the door when I got to the bedroom but he was too fast and pushed the door open before it was shut. I hid behind the door quietly for all of thirty seconds before jumping on his back and almost throwing him off balance. But before he could fall he dropped me on the bed, leaving me nowhere to escape. Not that I wanted to really.
“Hmmmmm, what should I do with you?” he asked, hovering over me. I blushed (dammit, I do that a lot don’t I?) at his tone, trying to keep myself from showing just how much I loved this.
‘What do you wanna do?” I giggled and bit my lip. He suddenly broke out into a wide grin and leaned down to kiss me, still giggling.
“I wanna spoil you” he murmured against my lips. I looked up at him in slight awe. Here I thought he would say something dominant and aggressive and he says he wants to……spoil me.
“You have spoiled me” I giggled and leaned up to try and steal a kiss. He caught me however and pulled away.
“I wanna spoil you a different way” he murmured, then got to his feet. “Don’t move a muscle, I’ll be right back” And I didn’t. I waited patiently for him to return, seeing him with a bright blue package in hand. It took me a second to realize that it was a Chips Ahoy box in his hand, making me confused.
“Whatcha got there, Daddy?” I asked, my eyebrows furrowing. He giggled, then opened the pack across the top and handed it to me before he propped me up on some pillows.
“Well, I said I wanna spoil you.” he murmured and tucked a piece of dark hair behind my ear, making me blush yet again. “So I’m gunna let you have a snack while I do all the work.”
“But what about you?” I asked, still confused. “Don’t you need to get off too?”
“Check the cookies” he giggled before getting down between my legs and spreading them. I looked in the package and now noticed that part of them were covered with cum, making for an even better treat. Though he was still a recovering smoker and still tasted a bit bitter, I was a cumslut through and through. Then again, so was he. He watched me pick up the cookie and slowly take a bite before he began placing soft kitten licks on my cock in an attempt to get me harder. I moaned softly as he did, taking another bite of cookie and chocolate and cum. Between the sweetness in my mouth and his slow stimulations, there was a whole body pleasure that washed over me. This became even stronger when he slipped a finger into my entrance, making me gasp.
I continued to take bites as his fingers reached deeper and his mouth took more of me in. Though he wasn’t much at all submissive, he was incredibly skilled at giving blow jobs that could leave you gasping for breath on merely a good day. The taste of his cum covered my taste buds while he took me as deep as he could while still sucking. Only a few minutes later while I was halfway through my last cum cookie, he puffed out his cheeks and went down so his lips were wrapped around the base of my cock, getting my shaft to go down his throat. He swallowed around my cock, making me scream and buck. He pinned my hips to the bed and made me stay in place as he alternated between swallowing and bobbing, making the urge to buck even stronger.
“D-Daddy! I’m gunna-“But before I could finish my sentence, he took me all the way and swallowed as hard as he could, making my load shoot clear down his throat. He swallowed it completely as I writhed under him, breathing heavily as his fingers pressed repeatedly against my prostate, making the all over tingling sensation slowly fade with my orgasm. I moaned at the sight of my flesh reappearing from between his lips, the sight making my heart pound. Oh god, he was so good at that. Even as he licked whatever remained of my cum, his pink tongue and soft lips cradling my now soft cock. He looked really at peace like that, making me feel even calmer. I smiled when his gaze caught mine, his cerulean eyes gentle and kind. Slowly, he crawled up my body until his head was laid on my chest and his arms were somewhat wrapped around me. I rested my one hand on his back while the other patted the side of his face that wasn’t pressed to my chest.

Andy’s P.O.V.
The taste of my baby boy’s cum was still heavy on my tongue as I laid against him, listening to his rapidly beating heart slow to a more even pace. His damp skin rose and fell underneath me with every single one of his breaths, his arms seeming to cradle me as one wrapped around me to pat my back while the other gently petted my hair. Wow, that actually felt really nice. I looked up at him again, a smile pulling at the corner of my lips.
“You trying to take care of Daddy, little one?” I murmured before kissing the skin on his chest.
“Yes of course” he said with his own almost undetectable smile. “I know I feel needy after blowjobs and I need lots of cuddle time.”
“That’s alright baby boy” I laid my head back in its original position. “Daddy has needy feelings sometimes too”
“That’s cute” he giggled, fingers combing through my hair. “Can I ask you a question?”
“Sure love, anything.”
“Why did you want to spoil me?” he asked, seeming genuinely confused now. I smiled to myself and started lightly tracing circles around one of his pierced nipples. We still had not yet played with these the way he had asked to, but only because I lacked the proper chains to do so. He giggled at the slow motion, making me smile bigger.
“Because I like spoiling you. And I know that if I do, then you’ll be a good boy for me. Or a very bad boy. Either way, you’ll act the way I want. Plus, that’s what you’re just supposed to do. You’re supposed to spoil your little one and make them feel good. It’s my job to take care of you.”
“Wow. I always thought these types of relationships were mean and strict, not the way ours is.
“Well as time has gone on I’ve gotten more harsh with you. But this is only because I know you like that.”
“I like the way we are. I like being spanked and stuff.”
“Good. Because as your Daddy, I still reserve the right to spoil you a little more.”
“W-What?” he seemed confused again, his brow furrowing when I looked up at his adorable face. I kissed his nipple that I had been playing with and looked up into his eyes.
“Get dressed baby boy. We’re going to go do some special shopping”

Description
Ashley’s P.O.V.
“Smell’s good in here” I said with a smile. It was now the next morning and we were at the cabin again. My arms wrapped around his small waist and I kissed his neck, pressing my naked hips into his butt. He was wearing a pale purple satin robe, transferring the heat between us easily.
“I’m making my baby some pancakes.” He smiled, patting my hand where it rested on his hips. I giggled, hiding my face in his hair and making him chuckle. He finished the last two of the pancakes, serving them up with thick syrup and butter. I pulled away and let him lead me to the couch in the living room, sitting next to him on the plush cushions. He fed me lovingly, cutting my breakfast into small bites and kissing me every so often. Sitting next to him naked while he’s somewhat clothed was a subtle act of dominance, but it made me feel more secure like all his other Dom things did. And then there was the fact that he was alternating between feeding myself and him was more of a tender sign of dominance.
The thing that I loved about having Andy with me was that he really did care about me. He cared about my wellbeing and pretty much loved spoiling the hell out of me. He cooked for me and cleaned for me and made me feel like royalty. Like a princess. But part of me thought about what would happen in the future. I didn’t really want to go to college before, but now I seriously didn’t want to go. I wanted to stay with him and be with him all the time and maybe even be married and adopt some kids. Or maybe spend my life with him and his band when they got back together, which they had been working on. He and his two guitar players had been working on some new music, but they were still looking for a new drummer. The lead guitarist, whose name was Jake, could play drums too, but he wouldn’t be able to if they were performing live again.
In addition to being an awesome singer, Andy was a really great bass player. Sometimes we would just sit around and I would listen to him play for a while and he had even promised to teach me to play too. I liked the thought of him teaching me an instrument because my grandma would NEVER buy me a guitar or pay for lessons. That’s why I spent the majority of the time sketching in my sketch book. She may have been able to take away most of my things but that was one item she could never get her hands on. I’ll admit that some of my artwork was pretty odd, but I liked it. I liked drawing skulls and patterns and designs and sometimes sketching out clothes that maybe one day would be real. Who knows, maybe he would help me do that.
But enough of that, let’s just focus on the fun we had together in our special cabin
********
I giggled at the suggestion that he just posed to me and blushed. “But Daddy, how you gunna breathe?” I asked. He smiled up at me from between my legs.
“Don’t worry, sweetie. I can breathe. I’ll just be smelling your pretty little butt while I do.” he said with a slight giggle himself. I blushed even harder at the thought, getting butterflies in my stomach.
“Ok Daddy” I said as I moved into position. I scooted myself up and gently sat down on his beautiful face. I giggled and started playing with his hair. “Does that feel good?” I asked. He let out a soft moan and I felt him try to nod, but obviously couldn’t. There was something so incredibly dirty about having my ass LITERALLY sitting on his face. Part of me felt wrong to be on top of him, sitting on him. I knew from some of the porn we had watched that this was usually a domination technique, except now it was the other way around. It was only later when he explained it that I understood what he had been doing.
“The truth is that I find your ass quite sexual and I very much enjoy the taste of it. And in a way, it was an act of dominance, just not in the same way. You see, part of being a dominant, at least a good dominant, is showing a little submission every once in a while. Letting your little be on top of you and be pleasured and feel good. That’s one of the keys of being a good dominant and I’m not about to neglect that”
I continued to giggle and play with his hair as his nose nudged deeper into my butt, the cold metal of his nose ring making me shiver. I couldn’t help myself from wiggling my hips on his face, getting comfortable. There was a moan that came from beneath me, getting me to giggle even louder.
“How’s it smell down there?” I asked sarcastically.
“Smells great to me” he said, though it was muffled by the sound of my ass cheeks in his face. I laughed straight out, my cock already semi-hard as it often was when around Andy.
“You cannot be serious. You actually like the smell of my shit hole?”
“As long as you don’t do anything while actually on top of me, I’m great” he said, patting my butt. There was that weird cuteness again.
“Fucking hell, are all dominants this possessive of their submissive’s asses.”
“Maybe not all of them, but this one is of yours.” He spoke, still breathing through his nose. I shook my head
“God, you’re so weird” I chuckled, I could feel him smirk as I settled comfortably, leaning back against the back of the sofa. I didn’t really get too complacent before he scooted his head further up into me, his nose soon replaced by his tongue. A moan slipped through my teeth, making me simultaneously relax and tense for what was coming next.
Though it was commonly called a rim job, there wasn’t much ‘rim’ involved in this. Mainly it was a lot of tongue and a lot of moaning on my part and two orgasms that came over both mine and Andy’s chests. I had to admit, even though I was totally comfortable with my body and my gender, penises sure make messes. This once again brought to mind some of the extreme porn we had experimented in watching where guys actually get castrated or even completely…..shall we say….amputated, but it certainly wasn’t an option in our case. It’s not like it was really that much of a problem either, I just licked it up when we were done
I posed my penis theory to Andy after he was sitting next to me again, his lips kissing my temples gently. His breath still smelled like my ass, but I didn’t mind really. After all, it was my ass he was just sniffing and licking.
“What exactly do you mean?” he asked absentmindedly while kissing the side of my face.
“Like, it would be easier to eat me out and stuff if I was a girl. And it would be neater too.”
“Awe sweetie, if you had a pussy you would’ve already drowned me with all your arousal juices.”
“Daddy!!?” I exclaimed, smacking his arm and blushing. But he only smirked at me.
“You know it’s true. Plus, you’d ALWAYS be wet. You would never ever be able to keep your panties dry.”
“Oh my goooooooooooooodddd” I said as I blushed even deeper, hiding my face with my hands. I heard his deep chuckle as he pulled me closer, brushing back my hair and kissing my forehead.
“That’s not a bad thing, baby. I’m just saying that that’s why it’s a good thing you’re a boy and not a girl.”
“I guess” I conceded, turning into a whole new shade of red that went beyond blush.
“Besides, if you were a girl, you would make such a mess when I did this” Before I knew what he was saying, I was over his knee with my ass looking up at him from his lap. He landed a firm smack on my left cheek, making me yelp in surprise.
“You see? If you were a girl you’d already be dripping wet” he said smugly before spanking my opposite cheek, the repeating it. And repeating it again. I could feel his familiar hands leaving prints on my ass once again, reminding me that it was his. It was his to own and mark and play with however he pleased, which of course he did. I was solely his and nobody else’s and this was his way of repeatedly marking me. It was also his way of helping me to release whenever I had pent up feelings that needed to be let out by crying. I tried to close my legs as a way of teasing him but it only turned him on more, pushing my legs apart and spanking there too.
“And if you were a girl then you just would’ve splashed your sticky liquid alllllllllll over the place.” He went on. He did this for about 2 teasing minutes before finally letting go of me. I sprung up and made a bee-line up the stairs for the bedroom, getting him to chase me there. I looked back behind me to see his semi flopping between his legs. I tried to close the door when I got to the bedroom but he was too fast and pushed the door open before it was shut. I hid behind the door quietly for all of thirty seconds before jumping on his back and almost throwing him off balance. But before he could fall he dropped me on the bed, leaving me nowhere to escape. Not that I wanted to really.
“Hmmmmm, what should I do with you?” he asked, hovering over me. I blushed (dammit, I do that a lot don’t I?) at his tone, trying to keep myself from showing just how much I loved this.
‘What do you wanna do?” I giggled and bit my lip. He suddenly broke out into a wide grin and leaned down to kiss me, still giggling.
“I wanna spoil you” he murmured against my lips. I looked up at him in slight awe. Here I thought he would say something dominant and aggressive and he says he wants to……spoil me.
“You have spoiled me” I giggled and leaned up to try and steal a kiss. He caught me however and pulled away.
“I wanna spoil you a different way” he murmured, then got to his feet. “Don’t move a muscle, I’ll be right back” And I didn’t. I waited patiently for him to return, seeing him with a bright blue package in hand. It took me a second to realize that it was a Chips Ahoy box in his hand, making me confused.
“Whatcha got there, Daddy?” I asked, my eyebrows furrowing. He giggled, then opened the pack across the top and handed it to me before he propped me up on some pillows.
“Well, I said I wanna spoil you.” he murmured and tucked a piece of dark hair behind my ear, making me blush yet again. “So I’m gunna let you have a snack while I do all the work.”
“But what about you?” I asked, still confused. “Don’t you need to get off too?”
“Check the cookies” he giggled before getting down between my legs and spreading them. I looked in the package and now noticed that part of them were covered with cum, making for an even better treat. Though he was still a recovering smoker and still tasted a bit bitter, I was a cumslut through and through. Then again, so was he. He watched me pick up the cookie and slowly take a bite before he began placing soft kitten licks on my cock in an attempt to get me harder. I moaned softly as he did, taking another bite of cookie and chocolate and cum. Between the sweetness in my mouth and his slow stimulations, there was a whole body pleasure that washed over me. This became even stronger when he slipped a finger into my entrance, making me gasp.
I continued to take bites as his fingers reached deeper and his mouth took more of me in. Though he wasn’t much at all submissive, he was incredibly skilled at giving blow jobs that could leave you gasping for breath on merely a good day. The taste of his cum covered my taste buds while he took me as deep as he could while still sucking. Only a few minutes later while I was halfway through my last cum cookie, he puffed out his cheeks and went down so his lips were wrapped around the base of my cock, getting my shaft to go down his throat. He swallowed around my cock, making me scream and buck. He pinned my hips to the bed and made me stay in place as he alternated between swallowing and bobbing, making the urge to buck even stronger.
“D-Daddy! I’m gunna-“But before I could finish my sentence, he took me all the way and swallowed as hard as he could, making my load shoot clear down his throat. He swallowed it completely as I writhed under him, breathing heavily as his fingers pressed repeatedly against my prostate, making the all over tingling sensation slowly fade with my orgasm. I moaned at the sight of my flesh reappearing from between his lips, the sight making my heart pound. Oh god, he was so good at that. Even as he licked whatever remained of my cum, his pink tongue and soft lips cradling my now soft cock. He looked really at peace like that, making me feel even calmer. I smiled when his gaze caught mine, his cerulean eyes gentle and kind. Slowly, he crawled up my body until his head was laid on my chest and his arms were somewhat wrapped around me. I rested my one hand on his back while the other patted the side of his face that wasn’t pressed to my chest.

Andy’s P.O.V.
The taste of my baby boy’s cum was still heavy on my tongue as I laid against him, listening to his rapidly beating heart slow to a more even pace. His damp skin rose and fell underneath me with every single one of his breaths, his arms seeming to cradle me as one wrapped around me to pat my back while the other gently petted my hair. Wow, that actually felt really nice. I looked up at him again, a smile pulling at the corner of my lips.
“You trying to take care of Daddy, little one?” I murmured before kissing the skin on his chest.
“Yes of course” he said with his own almost undetectable smile. “I know I feel needy after blowjobs and I need lots of cuddle time.”
“That’s alright baby boy” I laid my head back in its original position. “Daddy has needy feelings sometimes too”
“That’s cute” he giggled, fingers combing through my hair. “Can I ask you a question?”
“Sure love, anything.”
“Why did you want to spoil me?” he asked, seeming genuinely confused now. I smiled to myself and started lightly tracing circles around one of his pierced nipples. We still had not yet played with these the way he had asked to, but only because I lacked the proper chains to do so. He giggled at the slow motion, making me smile bigger.
“Because I like spoiling you. And I know that if I do, then you’ll be a good boy for me. Or a very bad boy. Either way, you’ll act the way I want. Plus, that’s what you’re just supposed to do. You’re supposed to spoil your little one and make them feel good. It’s my job to take care of you.”
“Wow. I always thought these types of relationships were mean and strict, not the way ours is.
“Well as time has gone on I’ve gotten more harsh with you. But this is only because I know you like that.”
“I like the way we are. I like being spanked and stuff.”
“Good. Because as your Daddy, I still reserve the right to spoil you a little more.”
“W-What?” he seemed confused again, his brow furrowing when I looked up at his adorable face. I kissed his nipple that I had been playing with and looked up into his eyes.
“Get dressed baby boy. We’re going to go do some special shopping”