Daddy’s Girl: My Sweet Macabre Age Play Surrender Daddy’s Girl My Sweet Macabre Age Play Surrender Hi… I’m Lydia. Just a tiny 4’10” goth doll with platinum hair streaked black and wide blue eyes that get all soft when I…

I’m curled up on Daddy’s big leather couch in nothing but my favorite pink ruffled panties and an oversized baby-doll tee that barely covers my tiny frame. My long blonde hair with those naughty black streaks falls in messy waves…

Hey. It’s 3:17 a.m. and I’m sitting cross-legged on my black velvet comforter, black lace thong already soaked through, phone propped against a skull candle. My platinum hair’s falling in messy streaks across my face—those black ribbons I dyed in…

I’m twenty, but I know exactly how to tilt my head and widen my eyes so I look like I just turned legal yesterday. That’s the game, and I play it better than anyone. Tonight I’m in his penthouse—floor-to-ceiling windows…

I rummage through my wardrobe, searching for the perfect outfit to make an impression. The goth aesthetic is my shield, my identity – long black dresses, fishnets, combat boots. But tonight, I want to stand out. To appeal. I slip…