Patient. Fine. Balanced. Kind

18+. Submissive. Lover of art, music and literature.

[hislilpunchbag]

Daddy's Rules

I must eat three healthy meals a day, and up to two snacks. (I'm allowed as much fruit/veg as I want.)

I can't touch His pussy without permission.

Drink 1.5 litres of water a day, not including tea or fruit juice.

No chocolate or sweet treats on weekdays, and I need to ask permission for these on the weekend.

I'm allowed three hot chocolates a week and don't need to ask for these.

I can only weigh once a week to avoid reinforcing an unhealthy relationship with food.

I may only edge, orgasms are with permission only - I should expect him to say no.

I ask for permission to spend more than £50 on unnecessary purchases.

I need to keep up my skincare routine - facemask twice a week.

Bedtime is 11:30 but Daddy will often settle me earlier if he thinks I need it.

I will do at least 30 minutes of moderate exercise every other day.

I send Daddy a shower selfie every morning - by 9:30 at the latest. I get a lie in on the weekend.

I don't watch specific TV shows after 10pm, and can't watch more than two episodes of any show without a break.

I am absolutely not allowed to swear at Daddy.

I must brush my teeth twice a day.

I ask permission for alcohol. Daddy usually says yes to this one.

@firmhanduk makes the rules. This lucky little girl gets to follow them 💕

[nikkivenomized]

I wish i would never eat anything ever again.. it's so gross, I'm so gross. I don't deserve food. I'm ashamed of wanting to eat, I'm ashamed of eating. I should live on air and sunlight, i should be light as a fairy. I should prove everyone that I'm clean on the inside but instead I'm filthy 😔

[miyahertz]

I feel like my life can't start until I'm thin,

I'd like to go out, make new friends try new things but not until im like "presentable"?

You know what I mean?

[cungadero]

no offense but making your s/o laugh is literally the most gratifying thing in the fuckin universe

[little--bean-deactivated2016062]

Sometimes you need to remind yourself that you were the one who carried you through the heartache. You are the one who sits with the cold body on the shower floor, and picks it up. You are the one who feeds it, who clothes it, who tucks it into bed, and you should be proud of that. Having the strength to take care of yourself when everyone around you is trying to bleed you dry, that is the strongest thing in the universe.

[deathgasmic]

“i like crazy girls” no you don’t. you like when hypersexual tendencies are symptoms

[amysubmits]

"I like girls with daddy issues" - No you don't, you like taking advantage of a passive people pleaser with a fawn trauma response because you can violate their boundaries sexually and otherwise while claiming you didn't know they were uncomfortable.

[goblinsalt]

i need to be held down, my legs forcibly spread, while you spit on my asshole and press your cock into it until you force me open and fuck my aching hole. it’s for you. it’s all for you. hurt me to bring yourself pleasure. that’s my whole purpose

[missingvibrance]

one of the greatest tragedies in life is that you will always be loved more than you will ever know. someone in class finds your presence inviting and warm, even if you’ve only ever exchanged a few words with them—maybe none at all. someone on the street loves your smile and it gets them down the next few streets. someone you used to be friends with still wishes to fondly call your name. someone you used to be friends with five years ago would give anything to be in the same room as you today. someone who regularly comes into work is disappointed when you aren’t there to brighten their day. someone missed you today. someone noticed you were gone. someone loves you when you’re there; someone loves you when you’re nowhere to be found at all. you think you have always disappeared when you’re no longer in the picture, but you’ve never left the frame.

[yourfav0ritedaddy-deactivated20]

she’s shy but will do ungodly disgusting things just to hear “good girl”

[hypomanix-babe]

Fr

[violent-abuse]

If she wants you to piss in her ass, she’s a keeper.

[cherishedproperty]

Feeling Fine

For the first time in a couple weeks, I was alone in my house today on a non-work day. Most of the time, I relish these days. I am a person that needs time to myself. It’s nice to be able to do whatever I want to do.

But today I just fell apart. I went from feeling pretty good and relaxed to feeling utterly empty. Drained. Monsieur suggested lots of things to help me—getting out of the house, going someplace new, taking my meds, masturbating, writing, getting food from someplace I don’t go often. I didn’t want to do any of it. I didn’t want to feel better. I didn’t want to feel anything. I just wanted to wallow in my empty numbness.

Now, I have been here often enough to know that this is the depression talking. Don’t get up. Don’t shower. Don’t try to feel better. Just stay here where there’s nothing. So I did at least take my meds. I ate. I masturbated a little. But it’s hard to try to feel things. Every little thing feels like a major exertion.

I hate how I can go from feeling fine to being like this. But I suspect that I’m never really fine; I’m just busy. I just move from work stuff to kid stuff to boyfriend stuff, and as long as I keep moving, I don’t feel the numbness. Until I don’t have that stuff, and the numbness hits me like a tsunami.

Sometimes I really feel like I’m getting better. My sex drive starts to come back. I don’t feel as worn out by every little thing. But it’s a process. Two steps forward, three steps back.

I should have seen this current collapse coming though. My office is a disaster. I haven’t been tracking my habits at all, or really writing anything in my agenda, or even turning the page to a new week. I have felt increasingly lonely while also wanting to be alone more. I have stopped wanting to really engage on any disagreements. I just want to acquiesce and move on, because nothing matters enough to argue. The collapse was already here, but I’ve gotten pretty good at keeping myself functional through it. It’s harder to notice, as long as I keep moving.

Maybe…maybe I’m just not good at being happy. I can do it, but I can’t sustain it. And maybe that’s okay. Maybe it’s just not for me. But I used to be more functional. I used to have more of myself to give. I want to know where that went. I don’t even want to be one of the Happy People. I just want to not feel worn out all the time.

Ugh. Even writing all of this feels stupid, because I felt fine yesterday. Maybe I’ll feel fine tomorrow. Maybe I just have to keep moving.

[cheap-pack-of-cigarettes]

Ive had this saved in my phone since April

[themessedupchick]

How that man treats you when he’s mad is gonna expose how much he actually likes/loves you.

Either he gon handle you with love or with venom.

Don’t excuse toxic behavior with “he was just mad”.

That’s another red flag y’all choose to ignore.

[dominant-dominion]

Women who like getting choked during sex are same ones that cry if you sternly talk at them

[wispdove-deactivated20231029]

doms who are selectively possessive? who'd pick out a slutty outfit for you to wear on a night out with them and flash everyone? but hold you tight to their chest so everyone knows you can look but not touch? who get off on the idea of people watching you two fuck, knowing they've got the best of the bunch and everyone is fuming about it? or ones who'd share you with their friends but have rules about where they can and can't touch you/where they can cum/whether they can kiss you? hello?

[rowenalesbian]

i mean, isn’t that what most of us want in the end? to have someone not look away?