Plant Daddy (The Submissive Diaries #1) Read Online K.D. Robichaux

Categories Genre: Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Submissive Diaries Series by K.D. Robichaux
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Total pages in book: 147
Estimated words: 137135 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 686(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 457(@300wpm)
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WillDive4Plants:

Gif: Marie from Aristocrats fluffing her fur

*screenshot of Feeld app screen

Terminate Account

What was the main reason to terminate your Feeld account?

() I had some Privacy or Safety concerns

() I had some issues with my connections or Feeld community

() I don’t understand how Feeld works or what it can do for me

() I’ve found something that better caters to my need

(✔️) Other: I manifested one of my fictional Doms into a real person and he happened to be the guy I had a crush on at the gym. Nothing could possibly top that, so time to go ✌🏻

RomanticSadistLL:

Gif: Fifty Shades of Gray. Christian lifting Ana’s chin.

LOL I gotta do that

WillDive4Plants:

😂 I just know me, Sir. I won’t do this again, so no need to take up space on my phone.

Also, you’re damn right I screenshot your profile photo to keep before I deleted my account, since you’re also like my heroes who for all intents and purposes don’t exist, their identities completely erased from the internet by the all-powerful tech guru at the Vatican, Sir 😜

RomanticSadistLL:

LOL! Of course. But I’ll also send you all the selfies you want, little one.

Chapter Eleven

SIENNA

“What are you going to wear?” Vi asks, and my face heats, but it’s definitely not because of the blow dryer I have aimed at my head as I brush my hair straight.

“Uhhh… I’m not sure,” I reply, thinking, Because Zen hasn’t picked which one he likes best yet. The thought brings a secret smile to my lips, because I can’t remember how many times I’ve written this exact situation, a Dom choosing which outfit for his sub to wear, either because he enjoyed that extra little bit of control and receiving obedience, or because—like in my case—decisions are fucking hard, and I don’t wanna!

So just like my fantasy Doms, as if I manifested one and brought him to life, without me saying a single thing about having to pick what to wear to see Lady Gaga tonight, he just knew. He knew this was a decision I’d eventually spend a stupid amount of time struggling over, and he just cut that right out before I even had a chance to think about it and took it off my plate.

I swear to God.

I wonder if this man has actually secretly read my books and is getting ideas from them for Dominating me.

“Me neither,” Vi replies from my phone, where she’s doing her makeup at her vanity while we’re on FaceTime.

“The black one,” comes a deep, familiar voice through the earbuds I have in, so I can hear what Vi’s saying while my blow dryer is making its loud ruckus, and I glance at the screen propped against my bathroom mirror.

Vi is now looking over her shoulder, and in the background, I can make out her husband on the opposite side of their bed. He’s got his hands on his hips, a serious look on his face as he stares down at whatever’s on top of their fluffy white comforter. His black baseball cap—facing forward, unlike the way Zen wears his—tilts up then, and I watch his face immediately go soft when he sees Vi is looking back at him.

“The black catsuit, baby girl,” he repeats, and I turn off my dryer. “It’ll look great with your dark hair pulled back in a super-straight ponytail. And then after the concert, when you drop the kids off at your parents’, then all you’ll have to do is put on the cat mask and come straight to the club.” And then his eyes leave her to look at me on her screen. “She’s gonna look smokin’, Sienna. You won’t leave her side, will ya?”

I grin at him. “You can count on me, Corb. Should I be her incognito bodyguard, or should I play her fake lesbian lover? It is a Lady Gaga concert after all, bro. We were born this way, babe.” I hold my hands up in the claw-like gesture all Lady Gaga fans use to show they’re her “Little Monsters.”

He chuckles. “I saw you trying out that kickboxing class at the gym earlier. ‘Lesbian lover’ would be much more convincing, so we’ll go with that. But only because I know you’d never actually try to touch my girl that way.”

“I’m right here, you two,” Vi inserts, but we both pretend to ignore her.

I shake my head. “Nope. I might try to steal her from you, but I’d have to give her back every once in a while for her to get any sort of sexual satisfaction. Vaginas creep me out. That’s all up to you, dude.” I lean toward my phone so I fill the camera, looking at Vi now when she spins to face me again. “I’m an ally, a total advocate for all humans—and I guess those who identify as non-human too—but Vi, please keep your nether regions away from me, please and thanks.”


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