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She put the finishing touches to today’s outfit. Daddy's message had arrived a few hours earlier, just 4 words he'd sent after lunch. 'Baby doll, baby girl'. That's what he called her. Baby girl, Babe, Girl in front of everyone. It just made her feel so small and weak. So owned, so controlled. She adored her life in Stepford. She hadn't always lived here. Daddy had whisked her away from her old life to this new one of submission, service and bliss. She couldn't imagine any other life now. She had had a career in her old life. Now the idea confused her. How could a woman have a career AND a daddy. How could she keep so many people happy. All she wanted to do was keep one person happy, her daddy, her husband. Every Stepford wife lived to please their man. Some had jobs but baby girl was a dummy. She wasn't smart enough to be a waitress, secretary, nurse, beautician or any of the myriad other jobs suitable for women in the prettiest uniform or outfit. She might be smart enough to be a maid but daddy liked her to be a happy little airheaded homemaker. She got to cook and clean and sew and knit and make the house spotless and create the prettiest of fifties fashions to parade around town in. Showing off how pretty she was and comparing herself to the other pretty wives of Stepford. It was a regular parade of fifties fashions every time she went shopping. It was like Vogue in the fifties had taken over the town to do a fashion shoot. Every where she looked she'd see petticoats, pencil skirts. wiggle dresses. Immaculate sits fitted perfectly to the women where lucky enough to live in Stepford. A life of bliss to which so many left their old lives for. And now so happy that they couldn't imagine going back to their old lives.
She had a number of baby dolls to choose from, Daddy could be cruel and have her try and decide which one to wear. He could be a meany like that sometimes. It just reminded her of how dumb she was now. She'd look at her growing collection of baby dolls and could never decide which one to wear. She'd get lost in the memory of the last time she wore each one and what daddy had done to her that time. So many many wonderful memories. And of course if she really pleased daddy then he'd bring her shopping for new pretty things. He brought her shopping a lot. Her sewing was excellent and a large amount of the items in her wardrobe had been made by her but sometimes she needed a special outfit. Shoes, as she learned to live in higher and higher heels. Or just more pretty underwear. Her corsetting had reduced her waist and she was going to need a new one soon. She'd have to find some way to make daddy extra happy when she told him that.
But she had finally selected her favourite baby doll. At least it was her favourite today. Tomorrow she'd pick a different one if asked. She was such a scatter brain. But that's the way daddy liked his baby girl. Dumb, submissive and pretty. Once she had been a smart girl with a career. But then Stepford had kidnapped and reprogrammed her to be like this. She preferred the phrase whisked away to a life of bliss. It sounded so much nicer that way. She constantly told her old friends how much happier she was now that she had been whisked away to a life of bliss. She really hoped one day it would happen for them too.... Now she had to decide what position she should be in when daddy got home, kneeling or standing at the door with his favourite drink. Daddy liked both but hadn't specified which. Decisions, decisions, she just wasn't made to do that anymore.... Trying to work out which daddy would like would keep her busy till he arrived...

Thanks go to @SlaveHypnoSlut on bdsmlr for putting the idea in my head...

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She put the finishing touches to today’s outfit. Daddy's message had arrived a few hours earlier, just 4 words he'd sent after lunch. 'Baby doll, baby girl'. That's what he called her. Baby girl, Babe, Girl in front of everyone. It just made her feel so small and weak. So owned, so controlled. She adored her life in Stepford. She hadn't always lived here. Daddy had whisked her away from her old life to this new one of submission, service and bliss. She couldn't imagine any other life now. She had had a career in her old life. Now the idea confused her. How could a woman have a career AND a daddy. How could she keep so many people happy. All she wanted to do was keep one person happy, her daddy, her husband. Every Stepford wife lived to please their man. Some had jobs but baby girl was a dummy. She wasn't smart enough to be a waitress, secretary, nurse, beautician or any of the myriad other jobs suitable for women in the prettiest uniform or outfit. She might be smart enough to be a maid but daddy liked her to be a happy little airheaded homemaker. She got to cook and clean and sew and knit and make the house spotless and create the prettiest of fifties fashions to parade around town in. Showing off how pretty she was and comparing herself to the other pretty wives of Stepford. It was a regular parade of fifties fashions every time she went shopping. It was like Vogue in the fifties had taken over the town to do a fashion shoot. Every where she looked she'd see petticoats, pencil skirts. wiggle dresses. Immaculate sits fitted perfectly to the women where lucky enough to live in Stepford. A life of bliss to which so many left their old lives for. And now so happy that they couldn't imagine going back to their old lives.
She had a number of baby dolls to choose from, Daddy could be cruel and have her try and decide which one to wear. He could be a meany like that sometimes. It just reminded her of how dumb she was now. She'd look at her growing collection of baby dolls and could never decide which one to wear. She'd get lost in the memory of the last time she wore each one and what daddy had done to her that time. So many many wonderful memories. And of course if she really pleased daddy then he'd bring her shopping for new pretty things. He brought her shopping a lot. Her sewing was excellent and a large amount of the items in her wardrobe had been made by her but sometimes she needed a special outfit. Shoes, as she learned to live in higher and higher heels. Or just more pretty underwear. Her corsetting had reduced her waist and she was going to need a new one soon. She'd have to find some way to make daddy extra happy when she told him that.
But she had finally selected her favourite baby doll. At least it was her favourite today. Tomorrow she'd pick a different one if asked. She was such a scatter brain. But that's the way daddy liked his baby girl. Dumb, submissive and pretty. Once she had been a smart girl with a career. But then Stepford had kidnapped and reprogrammed her to be like this. She preferred the phrase whisked away to a life of bliss. It sounded so much nicer that way. She constantly told her old friends how much happier she was now that she had been whisked away to a life of bliss. She really hoped one day it would happen for them too.... Now she had to decide what position she should be in when daddy got home, kneeling or standing at the door with his favourite drink. Daddy liked both but hadn't specified which. Decisions, decisions, she just wasn't made to do that anymore.... Trying to work out which daddy would like would keep her busy till he arrived...

Thanks go to @SlaveHypnoSlut on bdsmlr for putting the idea in my head...