Hii~ My names Poppy! I used to be a bitter, man-hating feminist that believed in being an independent woman who makes choices. But that was before I met Master and he fixed me! Now, I'm an ex-feminist whose ultimate purpose in life is to worship him and devote myself to his happiness, pleasure, and comfort! I pride myself on being everything Master could ever want or need in a girl, because he deserves nothing below ideal!
And he doesn’t owe me a thing, but Master still treats me like his treasured, adored princess!He showers me with affection, and is always keeping me safe! He tells me what’s okay to see, hear, and do so that I never mess up and do something bad for me! I need Master.
Being Master’s perfect, pleasing, ideal property makes me the happiest girl ever <3
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Baking homemade bread in a long flowy dress, soft curls falling across my shoulders and down my back, cheeks slightly sun-kissed from laying out by the pool, soft music playing as I sway my hips and hum along, and bare feet gliding across the kitchen floor…
And of course as I knead the dough my fat tits are hanging out of the modest, dainty dress! They bounce and jiggle with each movement as I work the dough into a soft ball. They’re heavy as they swing, and my cunt drips each time I feel them bounce against each other!
I mean.. there’s just something so entirely intoxicating about domestic acts! Presenting my freshly baked loaf of bread to Master, my tits still covered in flour, and the sweetest smile across my face because I know he’s pleased <3
We talk a lot about being sexually useful for a man, but what about all the domestic, daily life ways that a girl can please a man?
I mean, just thinking about doting on him everyday makes me so happy! Domestic acts are one of my absolute favorite ways to serve and care, and the list is really endless!
— Making him his favorite dinner while wearing a dress I know he loves on me
— Rubbing his shoulders and trailing kisses down his neck after a long day
— Getting dolled up when we go out to run errands together just so he can show me off
— Cleaning regularly so he always has a nice space to come home to
— Waking up a little earlier to make sure he has a good breakfast and a lunch his coworkers will be envious of
Oh! You can’t forget a little note with lunch to remind him just how much you care, and just how wet and needy you are for him! :)
Earlier today Master and I were talking about how accurate this is to us hehe… I love to be an overly affectionate flirt, and he’s actually easily flustered! Believe it or not! He is!
I adore his mind. The way he thinks and how he observes, the way he seems to posses endless knowledge of topics that go way over my head.
I adore his patience. His ability to remain calm and collected, how he can punish me ruthlessly without even raising his voice.
I adore his view point. How he can see the weak, tired, dependent little girl within me, even when everyone else insists what a strong, independent girl I am who can do anything. He sees me for who I truly am inside, he sees the me I hide from others so often.
I adore his gentleness. How he can speak so sweetly to me, how he showers me with praise and adoration, how he calmly guides me through hard choices.
I adore his correction. The way he redirects me, tells me of my faults, but offers a road to redemption after each and every mistake.
I adore so many things about him that this merely scratches the surface. I adore Master so much that sometimes I fear I may rupture from the inside, imploded by my own devotion. 
Every time Master tells me I need my cunt bred I just melt into domestic needy bliss. Thinking about being a pregnant little house wife for him genuinely short circuits my brain.
And I’d be extra pretty with a big swollen belly and my big tits even heavier with milk..😵💫
a little peak into a bit of my ever-growing bikini collection! :3
Master loves them all! And he really loves seeing them come off of me in public bathrooms while I’m right in front of the entrance door and drooling all over my big tits!
God.. I hope someone actually walks in one day and sees what a needy attention whore I am🥰
Growing up as a dancer, flexibility has always come pretty easily to me, so has the habit of stretching. But recently, I’ve been stretching extra each day to meet my special goal!
I wanna be able to hold my feet behind my head for Master! It always turns me on to see girls in that position, and being put into mating press, folded in half, with my ankles by my head just… 😵💫😵💫 makes my brain fuzzy..
So I’m super excited to get flexible enough to hold them behind my head without even needing my hands to help! I’m gonna look extra fuckable, eager, and helpless like that hehe!
Master approves of this goal very much.. I mean, of course he does! I would never do something Master doesn’t approve of :)
A moment later she obligingly appeared, finding him sat at the dining table with a handful of his friends. They were smiling at her, which wasn't too weird- they were nice guys! But there was something in the way they were smiling that dostracted her. It was... expectant? She didn't dwell on it.
"Yes?" She asked.
"Focus," he said.
A flutter ran through her, top to bottom. She let out the breath she'd been holding and it almost sounded like a sigh. A happy sigh. Focus. Focus on the moment, on his words and nothing else. Focus on-
Then she remembered where she was, and that they weren't alone. Blushing furiously and obviously doing her best to maintain composure she, smile fixed, leaned in to hiss:
"Not in front of-"
"Good girls don't think."
"-your- Good girls don't think."
The words had come out as a reflex, cutting across her own and her thoughts. It left her off-balance and she was there, still bent, now quiet, for a good few seconds. Then her thoughts came back.
She made to say something then stopped herself. He was smirking at her, waiting for her to speak so he could interrupt again. All the orher guys were still watching, clearly enjoying themselves. Her face was burning. She was wet. She shouldn't be enjoying this as much as she was.
"I was just telling them all how good you are now," he said, when he figured she wasn't going to say anything. "How I helped you out. And maybe added some features."
"Features?" She asked, unable to stop herself. The word made her sound like a toy, with a list of things you could do on the box. Too late she realised this was exactly how he'd meant it.
"Tongue out."
Brain off.
It was automatic, again. His words bypassed anything else she might have had in her head and it happened. Not her choice, not in her control. She had maybe a second of blank, blissful mindlessness before she noticed. Thinking was getting harder, but it wasn't so hard yet she couldn't understand she'd just stuck her tongue out and crossed ber eyes in front of all of his friends.
They at least seemed very happy about it.
"That really works?" Asked one
"Really works. Every time. Took a bit, but now it's in there for good," he said, not bothering to hide his pride at what he'd done.
"You chan't-" she started to say, tongue still out, but he interrupted. Didn't even look at her.
"Grope yourself."
She did. Hands moved on their own. Brain slowed as she groped and moaned, eyes fluttering. A string of drool stretched from the tip of her tongue. The guys all made appropriate sounds of appreciation.
"It's really great," he said, taking a sip of his drink. "Now I can basically just talk her down into a needy drooling mess whenever I want. Just a couple words. Don't even need to touch her. I mean, I usually so, but you know..."
He looked over.
Her tongue was still out. She was still groping herself. How could she not be? He hadn't said she could stop. Moaning, panting, drooling, she stood there for them all to see.
His
"Good girls don't think," he said again.
"Ghoodd ghirls dhhon't thhiinkkk..." she groaned as best she could with her tongue out, the words sending a visible shiver through her. Reaching over, he put a hand up under the hem of her dress and between her legs. She gasped.
"Go wait in the bedroom. Keep yourself ready. Good girls obey."
"Good girls obey..." she repeated, heading off to the bedroom in a happy, fuzzy daze. He watched her go, then turned back to the others.
"Well, I'm not doing everything in front of you," he said.
The sound of the tyres on the road was the only sound. With the blindfold on, it was deafening, and with how long it had been going on for they must have driven a good long way.
“Can I at least ask where we’re going?” She asked.
“Knowing won’t help.”
She swallowed.
This really had come out of nowhere. She hadn’t even really had a chance to put on proper clothes before getting into the car - not even a chance to put on shoes. He’d just come in, told her to follow him, put the blindfold on, and driven off. Anytime she’d asked what was happening he’d stonewall, until she’d basically given up asking. She knew nothing.
That she’d gone along with it all anyway gave her butterflies.
Eventually the car stops and the engine switches off. Staying in her seat, hands in her lap, she hears him unbuckle and get out, closing his door behind him. A second or later her door opens, he reaches across to unbuckle her, and then takes her hand to wordlessly help her step out herself. All of this she does without complaint. Her heart is racing, but she keeps her mouth shut.
She hears her door shut. She feels grass underfoot.
The blindfold comes off. She blinks. She looks around.
She has no idea where she is.
They’re at the end of a country lane. She felt grass because, when he’d helped her out of the car, he’d helped her out onto the verge. There’s fields both sides, with the fields on one side just carrying on and on towards the horizon, the fields on the other carrying on until they finished at a tree line and there were deep, dark woods. This was the side they’d parked closest too. There was no-one else and nothing else around. Just them.
It was very quiet.
“Um,” she said, just-about finding her voice, even if it sounded much smaller than usual. “D-do I get to know what this is about yet?”
“Run.”
The wind rolled by after he’d said this and since all she had on was one of his shirts it made her shiver before she could reply.
“What?”
He pointed to the field and the woods beyond.
“Run. You run, you can hide. If I don’t catch you or you get back to the car, well, I suppose you win. If I do catch you? Well, you’ll win in a different way. Now run.”
She didn’t move. This had to be a joke, surely. He couldn’t be serious. Eyes wide, mouth hanging slightly open, she waited for the punchline. One of his eyebrows rose, just a little.
“I was going to wait until you got to the trees but I don’t have to.”
Not a joke.
Oh God.
She started running. It wasn’t easy. The field was dry enough, it hadn’t been raining, the weather was mild, but still. She was in a shirt, she had no shoes. More than once she nearly fell over and every time she looked back over her shoulder he was standing there, watching, waiting. The last time she looked was when she reached the trees, and that was when she saw him running, too.
Much faster than she had.
This wasn’t fair! He was cheating! He had shoes! Longer legs! It wasn’t fair!
Not that it mattered. It wasn’t meant to be fair.
It was much harder going through the trees. Barefoot, she had to be very careful where she was stepping. There were more places to hide, but keeping the distance between them was going to be impossible - her lead meant next to nothing, him letting her have a head start had just been so he could watch her run.
She was breathing so loud.
Hide. She could hide. She had to hide. Her brain wasn’t really doing a whole lot right then. The situation had overwhelmed her thoughts completely. Rationally, there was probably a lot to think about. Right then? In that moment? Gut instinct. Animal instinct. Being chased. Run, and since she couldn’t run, hide. Hide.
Another frantic glance back and she couldn’t see him, and then she spotted what looked like a good place. Fallen tree and plants. It’d work. She picked her way over, leaves clinging to her feet, and got down to make herself as scarce as possible.
This was fine. Didn’t matter it wasn’t fair. She could do this. This was a good spot, she could hide here a bit, could get her breath back. Then she’d wait for a while, make sure the coast was clear, and then she could get back to the car. It was fine. She could do this, and then it’d be done, and then-
“Found you.”
She yelped and fell over, scampering back on elbows and feet just as a reflex. It didn’t get her very far. Reaching down, he took her by the wrists and in one move hauled her back to her feet. It happened so quickly. Sometimes she forgot how strong he was.
“Good hiding spot,” he said, turning her around in place. “Just not good enough.”
The shock of the chase and the hiding and the being found left her trembling, utterly unable to move. Even if she could muster the wits to think of what she should do, she knew she wouldn’t have a chance anyway. He had her. He had her hands behind her.
He had rope.
“You don’t need to do this,” she said, swallowing, the rope going around her wrists.
“No, but I want to.”
She had no idea he knew knots.
“Come along,” he said giving a tug on the length that wasn’t now keeping her hands bound together. What else could she do? She followed him, slowly and carefully with her bare feet, as he led her further into the trees, and further away from any possibility of getting away. The shock of all of this was still there. It was leaving her feeling numb. Dumb. Helpless. Weak. Utterly frozen and just going along with whatever happened, yet aware. Like she was trapped in her own body, almost. Watching herself just follow.
He led her to a tree, not even an especially big one. Once he got her there, he started to wind the loose rope around it, and in barely anytime at all had tied her to it. Her hands held the trunk, and her arms were going nowhere. She’d let all of that happen, too, all in stunned and stupified silence. Her mouth was hanging open just a little. He closed it with a finger on her chin.
“That secure?” He asked. She stared with wide eyes but did nothing else until he tipped his head a little towards the ropes. Getting the point, she tried to pull herself free. It didn’t budge an inch. He smiled. “That’s secure.”
With that he moved behind her, his hands coming to rest on her hips. She heard him sigh.
“Mine,” he said, more to himself than to her, hands running contentedly up and down her sides before settling back on her hips again. “Sometimes it’s easy to forget that, ultimately, it’s only my choices that matter. Hmm? Nod.”
She nodded.
“Good girl.”
His hands began to roam. One stayed in place to keep her still and to keep her pressed against him and the bulge she could feel pressing into her from behind, the other went off to enjoy what was his. She trembled, and she groaned when he groped her through the shirt. The casually possessive way he did it. She was just for him. Something of his. And he was enjoying that.
“I could have you helpless at home, of course,” he said, as though he wasn’t playing with her tits with her tied to a tree in the woods. “Like that time I left you gagged and tied with the wand for a little bit when I went to go see a friend. I could have done that. But there’s just something about the chase. I was thinking about it. I wanted to see it. And I wanted you to feel it. And then I wanted you here, like this.”
He’d started lifting the shirt up, and as it rose up to her waist he paused, and actually looked down.
“This whole time you weren’t wearing anything under this?”
“Y-you… you didn’t say… say I… could…”
Underwear was one of those decisions that were obviously and explicitly his, rather than just implicitly his. Since he hadn’t said what she should wear and since she hadn’t originally planned on leaving the house she’d just taken it to mean she shouldn’t wear any at all. Even when he didn’t choose, he was still choosing for her.
His hand went between her legs, and her legs parted. A reflex. So well trained.
“I’d sort of hoped to take them off and just shove them in your mouth to help keep you quiet but, well, it isn’t like there’s anyone to bother out here anyway. This works too.”
Without warning he pulled her backwards. She yelped and was left bent forward, arms ahead, legs apart. The only thing that was keeping her from falling face-first was the rope keeping her attached to the tree. She was going to say something about it but he saw this coming and the smack on her bare rear cut her off before she’d so much as taken a breath.
She heard a belt being unbuckled. She felt his cock nestle up between her thighs, against her slit.
Some tiny, tiny part of her - maybe the part still thrumming with the adrenaline of it all - chose this moment to try and make a stand, to make a point. She moved to at least stand up but, his hands still holding her, he stopped her. Easily.
“Ah, no. Come on,” he said, chiding, and when she made to try and say something again, he again gave her another smack on the rear. This one stung more. She kept her mouth shut, at least until his running the head of his cock up and down the length of her made it open again. “It’s cute you tried, but come on. All I’d need to do is ask. I’d have you like this against the tree without the rope, if I wanted. But I wanted this. So shh.”
It was true, even if that tiny, tiny part of her wanted to try and argue it wasn’t.
And that tiny part of her disappeared the instant he started sliding his cock into her.
“There you go…” he sighed, hilting and just taking a moment to enjoy it as she clenched and panted and pushed back into him thoughtlessly. Her doing this, her obvious need, was what really got him started. Fingers digging into her hips, he fucked her.
It carried the same energy as the chase. Urgency. Vulnerability. It was raw. He could (and did) fuck her anytime he wanted, just about anywhere he felt like. But he’d wanted to catch her first. He’d wanted to hear the noise she’d make when he found her hiding spot. See the look on her face when she saw he’d brought rope.
And she’d wanted those things too, now, she knew.
Hanging from the tree and held by him she just relaxed. This was out of her control. This was just happening to her, and she loved it. There was nothing she could do and nothing she could even think about anyway, other than his cock and how perfectly it filled her every time he pushed against her. Made for him, made for this. Everything else dropped away.
Until he said:
“I’m not going to pull out. That’s not a problem is it though, because you’ve been remembering to take… oh… you haven’t have you?”
How he asked made it very, very obvious that he knew the answer. She did, too. Her eyes widened briefly before the feeling of his cock pounding into her knocked the spike of panic she’d felt right out of her head. Still, something stayed, and she tried to answer:
“N-n-n-”
He didn’t let her finish.
“But you still don’t have any problems with me cumming inside you. Right?”
She kept trying to talk but he put his thumb in her mouth and she started sucking without thinking, and anything like words she might have had in mind all melted away. She moaned and sucked and when, a few seconds later, he let out a quiet grunt and pushed as hard into her as he could go, she moaned even louder.
They stayed locked, not really moving beyond a little tremble running through both of them.
Not pulling out, he bent forward over her and gave her a kiss on the neck before saying quietly:
sorry everyone, content is a bit delayed because he can’t stop thinking about how badly he wants to kiss me long enough to write.. sighhh, honest mistake!🧚♀️
The events of yesterday have lingered in my mind, and after the hours upon hours of surrendering my mind and body to you, I have come to the stark realization that I have never known true devotion until you, Master.
My entire being is held ransom to your command, and I find that the longing to fulfill my own wishes dulls daily, quickly being replaced with an overwhelming need to please you. I no longer see the world through my own eyes, but through a reflection of your desires. My daily life has become a panorama of your will, an unbroken, all-surrounding view of you and your commands. My feelings have ambushed me, and what began as a simple exploration of my mind has turned into a conversion of my faith. You have become the sole recipient of my worship, and even the idea of reverence for another would be utterly blasphemous.
So I wonder, did I ever truly hold purpose before your ownership of me?
I’m inclined to say no, because my mind, once a collection of mundane worries, is now a devoted altar with a clear purpose:
I find profound peace and dizzying contentment in this surrender to you—a deep-seated satisfaction in understanding that my purpose is, and perhaps always has been, to belong to you, and you alone. The mere act of existing in your presence is a benediction. It is a ritual that strips me of any prior qualms and settles me into the blissful certainty of my place in your world, wholly and completely consumed by you, Master.
I was sitting on this for longer than I should have, but honestly if you wake up to something like this you'd probably be a little lost for words, too.
Mean look, look how good Poppy is with her words. I know we (and I) all go in for dumb girls and dumb girls are very cute, but words are worship too, you know. They're another part of you that can make a man happy and hard. And look how that works here? See what she said?
Look at what she said. Look at what she describes. Because I know what she's talking about, too, but just look at the realisation. Poppy was a very good girl before, but here you can see it's clicked. Clicked into place and it's never coming out again.
Master fixed Poppy.
It wasn't what she expected at the start, I know, even if what she expected or how she was at the start is beginning to get a little fuzzy, but it's what happened. It's what needed to happen. It's probably what needs to happen to more than a few girls, honestly, and more than a few probably know that as well. See how happy Poppy is now? Don't you want that?
So yeah I read and re-read this a few times, and I wasn't really sure how I could even do it justice with a response, really. I was just very, very happy with her. Who wouldn't be? How many times have you seen 'benediction' recently? And had it applied towards you?
Did Poppy have a purpose before she started talking to me?
You know, I'm inclined to agree with her. I'm inclined to say no.
I’ve spent the last month or so learning how to make as many items from scratch as possible. Bread, mayo, jams, pasta, anything! I think all girls should know how to cook from scratch! Plus it’s really lots of fun and I love always having fresh, home cooked meals now!
It always makes me think about waddling around the kitchen barefoot with a huge swollen belly after Master breeds me and makes me his pretty little housewife hehe!
Getting to ask him what he’d like for dinner each night, and knowing I now have the skills and confidence to whip up whatever he wants. He could just relax and admire the view while his knocked up property makes his favorite meal in a pretty dress.. or just an apron🥰
