Forced to look into his eyes, she mutters softly “Yes…” as tears begin to well up from the pain. The fear.He smiles down at her. “Good. Now...��s the part you’re going to like…” He turns to the side where a small black leather bag sits. Soon he pulls out a handheld camera and flips it on, pointing down at her naked, kneeling, and helpless body. “You’re going to be a star, bitch.” He chuckles, then motions toward his pants. “Get it out.”She slowly looks up at the camera with fear in her. The dinner went swimmingly well and it was clear that things were progressing very well. We were both comfortable in each other’s presence. When dessert came I ratcheted up the conversation. As I marvelled at the decadent chocolate and fruit creation on plate, I said rather casually, “This looks good, god I’d like to stick it into your cunt.”This was a calculated statement, I knew Carmen liked food play and the word ‘cunt’, and she didn’t miss a beat. “It would be good if you smeared it over my. Maybe it was just mama concerns.“I’m sure Eddie will come around,” I said.“If he stays out of trouble long enough. He was not raised to be in trouble or to hang out with kids who were. I always knew he could get into trouble easily. It’s why I enrolled him in a religious based private school. It took all my salary to pay for his education, but I made it work thanks to my mom and dad,” she explained.“I’m sure they are proud of you,” I said.“I was still growing up myself. Fortunately I used Eddie. All dolls have different names, the rules of the name remain the same. Namely, that she's my creation once I bestow that name upon her. Credit cards will be ordered in the new name and housemates will ask about post for someone with the same surname but a curious first name.Being a little girl's daddy requires effort, because I know how hard it can be for a girl to become a doll for daddy, even if she really, really, really with whipped cream & a cherry on top, wants to be doll. Even if it was.