NOTE: This is a day-in-the-life snapshot of two adults enjoying a low key DDlg relationship. This story is intended to realistically describe the heightened intensity that psychological kinks can bring to otherwise vanilla relationships. This is my first story, and I hope you enjoy it.
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With a sigh of frustration, Samantha closed her laptop and stepped away from her desk. Definitely time for a break. And...maybe more coffee. She made her way downstairs, strolling by Daddy's desk on her way to the kitchen. As she padded by, Daddy swiveled around from his work station, leaning back in his office chair as he addressed her.
"What's shaking, kitten?" he asked, genuinely interested. She stopped and shrugged, sighing in mild exasperation. He patted his thigh, indicating she should come take a seat on his lap and tell Daddy all about it. She reflexively perched herself on his knee, lightly at first (she was a tall girl), then trusting that he could hold her full weight. He wrapped his arms loosely around her hips and turned his full attention on her. Patient and intent, he waited for her to share the mundane vexations of her daily life.
Samantha chuckled a little, feeling her frustrations melt away. It felt good to be held by him, so calming. It embarrassed her to share what she considered to be boring aggravations about her day job. That said, she always felt better after she did. And, he seemed genuinely interested. She cleared her throat and started to explain.
"Well...you know how I've been working with my team to draft amendments to that local zoning ordinance? We had them all ready to go, after hours of consultation and back and forth emails. And now...the chair isn't going to even give it a damn hearing."
There was an edge to her voice, she was clearly annoyed. His hand found the small of her back and caressed her casually, and she responded with an absent minded wiggle. Samantha elaborated on her plight, "and frankly it's bullshit that someone with an inflated ego has so much power over practical matters that will impact the quality of life for so many people. It's SO frustrating and makes NO sense."
Daddy nodded understandingly, his fingers slipping under her shirt so the width of his warm palm could rest firmly against the curve of her low back. It was a small but comforting gesture. Samantha felt her nervous system relax, a layer of tension releasing. She sighed and shook her head, smiling wryly at her situation and letting it go. It was easy to let things go when she was sitting on Daddy's lap, telling him about the petty problems of the world. With him, the world felt external to their existance, and like they were simply observing it rather than getting dragged into it. They sat for a beat in thoughtful contemplation, and he finally asked "Is there anything else you can do to influence the situation? Maybe find a sympathetic stakeholder with a little more clout?"
This made her smile. He was so sweet. Genuine questions like this completely melted her. She loved how he could understand the strategic premise of her problem without being involved in the details of it. This was wisdom at play, and it was a turn on. He worked in an entirely different field, but knew how to apply life lessons to most situations. Feeling like she had a co-conspirator was sexy and reassuring. And, it was a good question that reminded her to survey the lay of the land for a new plan of attack.
"Yes," she said, "There are indeed other stakeholders. I hear the chair owes a lot of his election success to the local healthcare workers union, many of whom live in the neighborhood. I can't imagine they're going to be pleased with his stubbornness on the ordinance." she looked at him, her spark renewed, "I think I've got some phone calls to make."
And that was that. She had gotten her worry off her chest, and had decided on her next move. Now it was time for a little break. She curled gracefully into his arms, which wrapped around her in a knowing embrace. He rested his handsome chin on her shoulder, nestled in her thick hair. He swayed slowly in his chair, rocking her like a small child. This always had a profoundly relaxing effect on her. She sighed and relaxed, wishing they could spend all day like this. They lingered for a minute or two, enjoying their embrace. These fleeting moments were one of the cherished perks of working from home. However, the ability to work successfully from home depended on being disciplined, and Daddy was no slouch. With an inhalation of resolve, Daddy patted her on the butt. Time to mobilize.
"Ok kitten, time for some lunch. What do you say?" She nodded eagerly and hopped up, a little spacey from the sweet moment. She was noticeably more girlish in her demeanor, just from that short time on Daddy's lap.
"What are well having, Daddy?" she asked coyly, playing with her hair. He smiled, inwardly bemused by her ability to get her way without making demands. Suddenly feeling a need for her, he reached out and pulled her back onto his lap. She complied with a hint of mock surprise, throwing her arms around his shoulders and nestling her face into his neck, legs slightly akimbo. She inhaled the scent of him, feeling his warm neck against her cheek. His hands wandered over her ass and thighs as she squirmed subtly in his lap.
"Well..." he growled playfully, "I was thinking of making a sandwich..."
