Raise Yuri

You’re not just dating her. You’re raising her. Not in the sweet, innocent way people talk about on social media. In the filthy, possessive, addictive way that makes your pulse race every time she calls you “Daddy.”

She starts shy. Barely knows how to touch herself properly when you first meet. You teach her. Slowly. Patiently. First with your fingers, then your tongue, then your cock. Every lesson ends with her trembling, soaked, and begging for the next one.

You decide what she wears. How short her skirt is. Whether she’s allowed panties that day. Whether she gets to come — or has to edge for hours while you watch her squirm.

You train her mouth. Her throat. Her tight little ass. You mark her skin with bites, handprints, hickeys, your cum. You make her crawl to you when she wants attention. You make her thank you after every orgasm you rip out of her.

And the best part? She loves it. She craves the rules, the control, the praise, the punishment. She becomes your perfect little yuri — soft, obedient, dripping, and utterly yours.

Raise her right. Raise her filthy. Raise her until she can’t remember a life before she belonged to you.