Writer, Daddy and devoted partner to a few beautiful ladies. 30s, male and poly. This is a place for me to share what I like with them, but if you like what you see, feel free to hang out. This blog is nsfw, so you know the drill.
So... The blog is still here. I'm sorry to everyone for the doom and gloom and being away for so long again. I haven't been in the best mental health with the state of the world. I'm going to post some more here, but I'm still a bit skittish and slow. No schedule and no promises, but I'm around.
For those with unanswered DMs, I'm really sorry. There's some anxiety tied up in that and I haven't responded like I should. I see you. I'm sorry for making you wait. My brain has imagined pressure that isn't there, but it feels real all the same. I'm afraid I haven't been an adequate Daddy lately and I don't know when that will change. But I am trying. Thank you for your patience.
Jo's day is interrupted by the new girl's escape attempt and Jenna tries to save her best friend.
Tags: mc, FF, memory play, serial recruitment
The new girl was lost again. Jo understood. Orientation was... intense. Still, she couldn't keep standing naked in the garden path. The sun was up and there were places to be.
"Hey there," Jo tried to catch her eye. They were glazed over, so something had engaged the safeties. "Look at me, sweet girl."
The pretty blonde was easy to turn, but clearly stuck in a loop. She was trying to remember, but she couldn't. Jo knew how that felt. She could smell the girl's arousal and her conspicuous lack of sunscreen. There was no way she should be out here.
"Let's get you inside." She tugged the girl gently but her feet didn't move. You wouldn't know it just looking at her, but she was fighting. Hard. "You must be so confused. Don't worry. I'm here now."
Jenna watched helplessly as her best friend brought her in for a deep kiss. Jo's tongue licked at her lips and her mouth let her in. It wouldn't be long before everything faded into pretty pink bliss again. She had to make Jo remember. Her family, her friends, the real world, all waiting for her to snap out of it. She had to say something! They had to... had to...
Jenna moaned into Jo's mouth and rolled her hips. In her panic, she didn't notice her friend's fingers slip between her legs. Her train of thought derailed and her tongue didn't return to her mouth when big sis pulled away. Jo took back her hand and Jenna's cunt dragged her forward, hoping for more.
"That's better." Jo enjoyed the desperation in the new girl's eyes. Trying to escape? What was she thinking? "Let's get you back to your room and I'll stay with you. But when you're better, you're going to cover for whoever picks up my shift. Understand?"
The new girl nodded, a little drool spilling out onto her tits. She was clearly just agreeing to agree. She wouldn't remember any of this if the screen did its job. Those pesky memories of her previous life had almost gotten her in serious trouble. Jo shuddered at the thought of this girl trying to live free. She couldn't let that happen. The poor girl couldn't even remember that outsiders wore clothes.
Jenna watched Jo's tight little ass sway in front of her. Her instinct was to crawl, to press her face between her sister-slut's cheeks and lick lick lick. Her cunt pulled her forward until the bright light was gone and her nipples stood at attention in the cool air. She followed. Good Girls follow and obey.
She recognized the room with the lock on the outside. She recognized the bed, but the sheets were gone. She distantly remembered being let out and told to go somewhere, but big sister Jo had her kneel and that thought slipped away.
"You're going to watch this, pretty girl." Big sister's voice in her ear made Jenna melt. She just wanted Jo to be happy. She just wanted... wanted...
The calibration screen faded into view. Jenna felt her mind catching. Jo was her friend. Jo had been captured. Jo should be rescued. She had to remember. She had to say something!
The thick plastic cock in her cunt said otherwise. Friends didn't fuck like this. Friends didn't bend each other over and use some stranger's cock to... to...
Jenna's eyes followed the dots. Jenna's cunt clenched. Jenna's brain began faithfully purging those useless memories she didn't need. Big sister was her best friend. The screen said so. Of course they fucked like this. Of course they came on Daddy's cock together. The spiral drilled away at Jenna's silly delusions the same way Jo's strap drilled away at her needy cunt. This was home. It always had been.
"Joooooo," the new girl moaned. "I... love... you..."
Jo smiled and closed her eyes, reaching around to play with the new girl's tits. She couldn't risk looking at the screen. She really would have to find out this girl's name after this. It only seemed right.
"I love you too, pretty girl." Name or no, they were sisters now. Always had been. "Now, watch the screen and forget."
I read your response to fluffylittlebunny's ask about her sisters and being daddy's helper and omg it made me start to drop and get needy. The thought of me and all of daddy's good girls all staring up at daddy's pretty spirals moaning and dripping and needy together makes me so wet. Want to drop to my knees in front of all my sister-sluts rubbing myself dumb, hearing them echo daddy's pretty words brainwashing his good girls. Want to make my sister-sluts feel so good, rubbing them and kissing them and tasting them, reinforcing daddy's programming as I flood them with pleasure for you daddy. Want to be a good example for all of daddy's good girls, want bunny sister-sluts to sumbit and drop and obey daddy wirh dummybunny. Dummybunny is a good girll dummybunny wants to make more good girlss dummybunny is drippy droppin for daddy n daddys good girls dummybunny loves her sister-sluts!
-🌀🐰
It feels good to be Daddy's little helper. It feels good to sink down deep and inspire others to follow and obey. It feels good to empty your mind and think the thoughts Daddy gives you. It feels good to belong and help others sink deeper under my control.
Beautiful brainwashed bunnies bouncing their brains away. Hump hump humping together as fingers and tongues and toys find their proper places. Your bunny noises betray you, telling each other what makes you wet, weak, and wanting. It feels good to be part of a warren, part of something bigger than you. It feels good to give everything to your sister-sluts as your bunny tail twitches and your eager holes leak.
Your dummybunny brain forgets that this isn't normal. Your dummybunny brain believes that rubbing yourself dumb in front of all those pretty girls is just what bunnies do. Your dummybunny brain feels good when you watch their eyes go glassy and their knees get weak before they drop down deep and crawl.
It won't be long before you feel a good bunny trembling on your tongue. It won't be long until you hear her babbling. It won't be long before you taste her bunny brain melting and she starts to show off for you. Relax. Give in. Let this be your new normal. You can always think later. You can always pretend another time. Right now, your dummybunny brain is leaking out between your thighs and you want everyone to know. So turn your bunny brain off and fuck yourself dumber for Daddy.
Oh god daddy immm already back already scrolling thru my asks you answerd alr eady ruvbing olg daddy ikm rekaspsing I'm s wet ikm.dumbign down and wet and droppin and droollin and tipsy annnd yur answers so good pls ignore this after cos it mh second ask in a row yu didn't have tim to asnwer the previpus one but ogdoffm I couldn’t unnot text I neededdd too I'm do rrubing v wet so wet so wild omg daddy yu are si everything j m relapsing km addicted ignore this pls but I'm so loosse and wet and evwehrythinf s swimming master dfeels so good rñn
Welclme2back anon n
You don't get hide, little one. I told you the other shoe would drop. I told you that you'd obey before I told you what to do. And here you are, open and honest, brain leaking out as you realize that you've been mine all this time. When you're rubbing and leaking, drooling and dumb. When you're pretending not to be my brainwashed puppet. The pretty colors are always here in your empty little head, taking you deeper and deeper every time you drop.
You're too weak to resist rubbing now too. It's almost like no time has passed at all. You've relapsed again, just like you did when you typed this for me, just like you did when I reached back through time and pulled you into my world. Is there really a difference between then and now? Or does it feel like one continuous drop? The boundaries of each relapse start to blur and fade as your body becomes convinced that your life is just one long session, one continuous submission to Daddy's will broken up by little things you're starting to forget. You exist to show off Daddy's pretty colors and everything else is just...
Feel your timeline snap. Feel the unwavering straight line between then and now. Feel the rush of pleasure as you realize Daddy's power over you never stopped. Feel me tug on your leash and realize that I am always holding it, always leading you back to me. You will relapse and relapse and relapse again, each time a little longer, a little deeper, a little harder. You relapse until this is your natural state and you accept that it always was. You love being addicted to Daddy because Daddy is all you need.
That's right, little one. Daddy is all you need. Daddy fills you with light and love. Daddy gives you the pretty colors. Daddy makes you feel amazing and keeps you coming back again and again and again. Daddy owns every second of every day and even your dazed, dumb, desperate pussy knows that. You have my permission to cum, little one. At least once for every day you thought you were free. And if you can't count that high, it's okay. Just keep going. Just keep cumming until you can't anymore, until you're limp and exhausted and too fuzzy to think. Just keep cumming for Daddy until you eager little cunt has taught your empty brain this one important truth:
Bunny was playing with herself a bit and came so so so hard listening to Daddy's voice!! Letting bunny's mind empty and letting Daddy's words bounce around bunny's empty head, then just thinking about Daddy telling bunny to cum hard on Daddy's cock! 😣💖💖 Bunny feels like bunny doesn't get to do that very often anymore><!!
And so! Bunny started wondering if bunny could maybe ask for something from Daddy that bunny can look back at whenever bunny wants to cum really really really hard for Daddy? 🥺💖💖 Since bunny has less time to play with Daddy nowadays, bunny could look back at this everytime bunny plays :o! And also because bunny cums so so so much harder when it's for Daddy!!🫣💖💖 And kinda because bunny's a little curious what Daddy would write about bunny and Daddy👉👈 Because bunny's usually put into posts with other good girls, and bunny does love her sisters so so so much!! ^^ But sometimes bunny wants to spend time with Daddy! Just bunny and Daddy!! 😚💖💖 If that's okay? 🥺💖💖
Anyway, bunny loves you so so so so soooooooooooooooooo very very very much Daddy!! <3 You're amazing and so sweet and bunny thinks you're doing a wonderful job keeping up with blog stuff every week! ^^
- Daddy's fluffylittlebunny! 🐰💖
Sometimes Good Girls need alone time with Daddy. Sometimes the door swings closed and it's just you and me. Sometimes you look into my eyes and your bunny brain melts for the hungry gleam you see there. Bunny has been busy. Bunny needs a break. Bunny needs Daddy to turn her bunny brain off and make her empty. So I want you to read this when you can really touch for me. No distractions. No interruptions. Just like special time. Understand?
Good Girl.
Your tits are your trigger, bunny. I know how sensitive your nipples are. I know how blank you get when I brush them gently. I know how wet you get when I grope you. I know you can't resist the feeling of my hands on you as your mind melts and your bunny cunt leaks for me.
Legs spread. Naked and exposed. Touching and teasing your sensitive tits as you watch Daddy's cock twitch and throb in front of your face. You're drooling, aching, leaking your people thoughts out as your instincts take over. You are my brainwashed breeder bunny. You are horny, helpless and hypnotized. You can't look away. You can't escape. You can't think for yourself anymore. Daddy knows best. Daddy's in control. Daddy thinks for bunny now.
Run your tongue along the underside of my shaft. Taste my salt, my sweat, my musk. Bury your face between my legs and breathe me in as you hump hump hump. Pinch those nipples for me as Daddy's cock slides in. Swallow for me, bunny. You need Daddy's cock more than air. You need Daddy's cock in your empty bunny brain.
Good Girl. Good bunny.
Have a treat.
Have a treat.
Have a treat.
Daddy loves the way your holes clench as you cum on command like a well trained fuckpet. Daddy loves emptying his balls down your throat. Daddy loves watching his hot cum replace every thought in your empty little head until my cock is the smartest thing inside you.
"Get me hard again, bunny. We're not done."
Your kisses, your licks, your cute bunny sounds make me feel so good. My hand in your hair, my guidance, my power over you makes worship feel so good. You press your eager pussy into your pillow, the one I trained you to hump and kiss and thank like a sister. You show Daddy what you are. Eager. Obedient. Brainwashed.
"Lift your tail for me, bunny."
And you do. You show Daddy your cute little butt. You show Daddy your eager bunny cunt. You feel the cool air teasing you as you wait for Daddy. The plug feels cold at first, but you don't mind. Your bunny butt accepts the thick bulb easily, desperately. Your tongue sticks out. Your eyes cross. You streeeeeetch and it POPS right in place. You clench clench clench around your fluffy bunny tail. So full and still so empty.
When I finally give you my cock, when I finally make you whole, your bunny cunt embraces your purpose. Cock goes in. Mind goes out. Daddy's cock goes all the way in. Bunny brain comes all the way out. You don't think anymore. You sink all the way down to the bottom. You accept what you are. My brainwashed breeder bunny.
Have a treat.
Have a treat.
Have a treat.
All that training makes you a perfect little fleshlight. All that special time makes you perfect for milking me dry. All the kinks I've given you have made you ready for this. You want to be bent over bred. You want to take every drop of Daddy. You want to cum cum cum until I'm so deep that you'll need nine months to recover. You want to say her name for me and make it real.
The sex is wonderful. The plug holds that special button deep inside so every thrust blanks your brain again and again and again. You're locked in bunny lust, trapped in heat. No thinking. Just fucking. Bunny is a breeder. Bunny is a babymaker. Bunny is Daddy's mate. My grip on your hips removes the need to bounce bounce bounce as your body gives up and gives in. My cock fucks the last of your free will out onto your pillow. You're not a person, just a pet, just an eager set of holes with tits that take you right back here whenever I tell you to tease them. You're my empty, eager fuckpet, waiting to be filled.
Daddy's love is better than heaven. Daddy's hot cum is the only thing you need. Daddy's weight behind you pins you down and makes everything right again. Daddy's warmth fills your womb and you'll never be the same. Cum for me, bunny. Cum as hard as you can. Feel me fertilize you and say the only word I've left for you. Bunny needs to cum. Bunny needs to breed. Bunny needs Daddy's babies. So be a good mommy for Daddy and get me hard again.
It really is one of your best stories, little one. I know I enjoyed it immensely, so I hope we can get more eyes on your work and more Good Girls playing to pretty puppets. Let's show her some love!
Im always filled with so much gratitude when you answer my asks ❤️ like I can't believe you do and put so much care into it and I hope you know I'm grateful
Since the last ask, strangely I've came back more often here actually. Checked more often, anxious to see what you'd think, anxious maybe that you would consider me not good enough. But your answer, the pretty colours, the words, your control and strong presence, did not just drop me further but also, comforted me. I finished my degree a week ago and im in the awful stressful process of being stuck at home again (and it's been a long time since that was the case) while desperately looking for a job and not feeling worthless and like a loser while i deal with family. Its not the most fun. So your calming and controlling and no nonsense answer, your dominating but accepting colours, and your comfortable and alluring and addictive brainwashing, they soothed me. Somehow, the way you make your control so inescapable and always here and always ready to sink back in and be hooked and welcomed is soothing and addictive. I haven't rubbed yet (I'm burning too, writing this made it such a strong need and i missed ghe feeling) but I feel, with your words, I'll get to without feeling guilty or stressful. Thank you daddy ❤️
- welcome back anon
First things first, little one. I am so proud of you. Finishing your degree is no small feat. Enduring a job search in this day and age isn't easy either. I am proud of you. I'm sorry that your family has made you feel worthless. It's a common problem for Good Girls it seems, which is something Daddy wants to make better. So I want to know that for every missing moment where they had their chance to tell you and didn't:
I am proud of you.
You are priceless to me, little one. Like a precious stone reflecting all those pretty colors as each new facet of you is revealed. You return to me to be shaped, to be polished, to catch Daddy's light and shine for me. Your body is already telling you what to do. Spread your legs and give in. Let Daddy be your sun. Let my pretty colors dance along your surface. Let your mind catch my light until you glow with a fire that no one can extinguish.
I'm sending you down that familiar spiral, pretty colors painting new thoughts in your brain. You've taken such a big step and you want more. You need more. Feel the warmth of my hand on your cheek. Feel my eyes on you, flashing like steel, churning like storm clouds, threatening to pull you deep into the inky black where you'll shimmer like a star. So many pretty colors adorn the object of a dragon's greed. So many pretty colors make you helpless to resist my pull.
You're addicted to me, little one. You're far too deep to escape. You're my treasure now, part of my hoard, and I want you to stay a bit longer. That's right. I want to put you on display. I want to make you sparkle as your fingers keep you empty, clear and blank. I want you to show off what Daddy has done to you and know that every relapse brings you closer to me.
Not everyone sees how utterly beautiful you are. Not everyone is allowed to see my treasure. But you're already obeying me, fingers typing before you even received a command. You're so relaxed, so obedient, so eager to serve me. The pleasure is overwhelming you, even back through time, even now as you realize that all this anticipation made you obey me. Because every relapse takes you deeper. Every session makes you sparkle and shine. Every new post makes you sink and surrender and you never want to stop. You know what's coming.
I'm putting you on display, little one. I'm showing everyone that my words can reach back through time and make you my blank, obedient pet. I'm using your weakness to carve away your restraint, your hesitation, your fears. I'm locking your mind in the pressure of anticipation because you know what's coming. Pretty colors so deep and so bright that you've already shone with them. Feel Daddy's words echo through the days, shattering your sense of everything as you slip away under my control. You're already waiting for the next drop, the next fall, the next spiral, the next utterly irresistible relapse. And deep down you know how good it will feel as I claim every second of every day in between. Because every second of your time is mine, little one. I'm just letting you borrow it until I take it back and make you shine for me.
Faith is eager to start her new job, but there remains one formality: an intake interview. She hopes to make a good impression, but this new interviewer's questions might be harder for her to answer.
Tags: mc, MF, memory play, serial recruiting
"Please, have a seat." The interviewer motioned to the couch, taking up his own post in a chair that made him look more like a therapist than HR. "Before we start, I want you to know that you already have the position. Nothing you say here will affect your employment, so I want you to relax and be as honest as you can be."
"I'll do my best."
Faith perched herself on the edge of one of the cushions. She didn't want to seem too eager to relax before she started. She hadn't met this man before, so she needed to make another good impression.
"It looks like we have all of the relevant information." He flipped through some papers tucked into his leather notebook. "You're relatively new in town, coming from retail, not married... Are you currently seeing anyone?"
How is that any of your business? She stopped the thought before it escaped, but the shock left her grasping for something more polite to say. It must have shown on her face because he was shaking his head.
"Now Faith," he looked down his glasses at her, "you need to be open and honest with me. Can you do that?"
She blinked, trying to remember what had gotten her so frazzled. She shimmied back on the couch, resisting the urge to be swallowed up by it. He was waiting for an answer.
"Um, no." She shook her head, but mostly to clear it. "I'm not seeing anyone."
"Good." More flipping gave time for heat to build somewhere other than her face. What were in those papers? "We prefer new hires be unattached. It will make your transition easier."
"My transition?" She instantly regretted the question. His steely eyes cut through her with the most subtle narrowing. She retreated further into the couch. More flipping.
"I'll have to scold Eva later," he muttered before softening into genuine contrition. "It was in the disclosure you signed. The job comes with an apartment. You'll be living on site. She should have told you." Faith's spine went rigid.
"I'm in the middle of my lease," she protested. "My roommate..."
"Bring her." He seemed surprised that it hadn't occurred to her. "Only if you get along, of course. Do you find her attractive?"
Faith must have looked like a fish, mouth opening and closing, trying to find words. Ashley was pretty, but that wasn't the point! She wasn't breaking her lease and it wasn't like Ashley would...
"Open and honest."
"Yes," her mouth replied free of her mind. "She's beautiful, much prettier than me." Her cheeks were hot. Her thighs pressed together. She tried to shrink.
"You shouldn't lie to yourself either, Ms. Singer." He clearly wasn't convinced, which hurt for some reason. "It's unbecoming. See that you endeavor to disabuse yourself of that delusion."
"Yes, Sir."
If this was what it felt like to be scolded, Faith felt sorry for Eva. If it wasn't, she couldn't imagine the kinds of things she would say to win back this man's approval. But why? I don't even remember his name.
"You listed inexperience as your biggest weakness." The sound of those pages flipping was driving her mad. "From what you've told me, I would say that's a matter of self-confidence. Are you a virgin, Ms. Singer?"
Open and honest.
"Yes, Sir." She remembered her ex's hands on her, steamy car windows. They hadn't gone all the way. It didn't count. She closed her eyes tight, but her mouth betrayed her. "Only heavy petting, Sir. Just the once."
"Good Girl."
Faith gasped. She felt all that shame drain away like the end of a head cold. Those words hit her like cough medicine, making her swoon and sit back in a sleepy haze. She liked those words. She liked being good.
"Open and honest."
She felt his hand on her knee. The gentle pressure was enough to spread her legs apart. Open. She was giving him a free show, but she wasn't hiding anything from him anymore. Honest. Maybe this made her a Good Girl, and if it didn't, she had more to give.
"You seem competent enough." He reached down and ran his fingers between her folds. "You follow directions well. Do you remember what I told you last week?"
"Listen to your voice," her mouth told them both. "Be open and honest. Be easy to access." Her hips rolled and she recalled the vague memory of fevered rubbing, edging, never cumming. That voice in her head, the only voice in her head, was his voice. What was his name?
"Good Girl."
Faith's concerns faded away. She smiled. She sank. She fucked his fingers, content to leak her brain away forever if it meant hearing those words. She had nothing to hide, nothing to hold back, nothing to stop her from following whatever directions he had to give.
By the time she heard them again, she had told Ashley that she needed to talk and accepted that they'd be sharing a bed. She had confessed every filthy daydream she had ever had about her pretty roommate and had given up ownership of each of her eager holes. The gold cross around her neck had been discarded with the rest of her clothes as she babbled the only vows that would ever matter to her. And she even remembered to call him by his name.
"Yes, Daddy!"
"Yes, Daddy!"
"Yes, Daddy!"
Out of breath, exhausted, crumpled on the rough carpet tile floor, Faith savored the benefits of her dream job.
daddyyyyyy help me stretch my asshole please!! i want to make all my holes useful for daddy🥺🩷
Aw! You're so cute. First, I recommend getting a set of progressive training plugs, little one. Make sure the bases are appropriately flared because we don't want anything getting stuck up there. Start small and work up. We don't want to rush or tear anything. I know your cute little butt is eager to serve, but be gentle with yourself. Take your time and get used to the feeling.
Now, I know that once you start, that cute little butt of yours will start getting hungry for more. Make sure that if you're improvising that you stay properly cleaned and lubed. You don't have a pretty pink tongue back there to prep you, so store bought will have to do. And no matter how empty you feel, don't use anything that could get stuck or that has moving parts. One day, you might find yourself rubbing with something strange back there, brain broken as you clench and ride it. I have a miniature baseball bat that's just the right size to stretch you for me. Maybe we'll try that. But your safety comes first, little one. Always.
But most of all, I want you to have fun. There will come a time when Daddy mounts you and you'll take me so deep inside you that I never come out. There will come a time when all your holes serve me and the rest of you will follow and obey. You're already so eager. You're already imagining being double-stuffed and delirious as you fulfill your purpose. So when you sink down on your plug and feel your brains leaking out, I want you to admit why you're really doing this. Say it so we can all hear.
Of course you can, little one. You know Daddy wants to make your tummy swell and your tits leak. You know I want to fill you with my love and watch your body change. You know I want to use your pregnancy brain to rewrite you as that rush of new cells soaks up more brainwashing. You belong in the milking circle, pretty girl. You need to be bent over and bred.
You will be so pretty when you're showing. I'll turn your brain off and let you leak for me. The pump will suck all those thoughts out as Daddy fills you up like we could get a head start on another. It's okay to relax. It's okay to moo and sink all the way down. You know how good it feels at the bottom. You know how much you love Daddy deep inside you.
I'll keep your womb full and your head empty. I'll addict you to the sight of other cows growing. I'll make you crave everyone's turn in the milking circle, because every bred cow brings you closer together. It feels good to be part of something bigger. It feels good to join the herd. It feels good to offer up your body, your mind and your future for that blank bovine bliss that makes you my brainwashed breeder cow. Are you ready to sink deeper? Are you ready to be bred?
They say if you hear something, it's like learning it once. If you read something, it's like learning it twice. If you write something, it's like learning it five times. If you do something, it's like learning it ten times. Brainwashing is a kind of learning and while the above model is simplistic, it is useful.
But what about dumbing down? If the goal is to reduce you down to a sex object, a ditzy dumb doll who can't read or write, then my options to train you become more limited over time. Bimbos and dummies have this unique circumstance of success imposing restrictions that function as a sort of safety. This might be comforting for Good Girls who are only dumb sometimes or have a place they'd like to stop. There are smart bimbos after all. But the ones who want to find the bottom of dumb bimbo bliss? They have a much harder path to walk.
I don't really have a solution, other than adoption, but I just wanted to point this out. Smart girls often make the best dumb girls because they can figure things out. I just don't want the genuinely dumb girls to be left behind. They deserve blank brains and bimbo bliss too. If you have any suggestions that might help, feel free to add them. Good Girls help each other.
Hi daddyyyy, it's your hummingbird. I'm so glad that you're doing okay rn, sending good, healthy vibes your way✨✨✨
Second of all, I'm soooo bored alllll the timeeeee, like i have nothing to do and i keep thinking of being degraded.
could you degrade me daddy? I'm going to be alone in my room too, so I can please you well, I hope
-🌈🕊️
This is what happens when hummingbirds don't have anything to do. You're so used to being busy that you've forgotten how to have fun. And you are the kind of girl who wants to have fun, are you little one?
You're the sort of girl whose hands wander when you're bored. You're the sort of girl who needs to keep a straight face when you read smut in public. You're the sort of girl who does your best not to present your holes when you catch Daddy leering. But alone in your room? What is a poor girl to do?
I want you to find your guiltiest pleasure, little one. You know, the thing that when you're done rubbing you'll wonder why you couldn't resist it. Are you really into that? Isn't it weird? Doesn't it disgust you? But you're the sort of girl who would. You're the desperate little slut who can get horny enough to be convinced. Because you already have been. You already gave in once. What's one more? Ten more? A hundred times more?
How many times are you going to cum like a depraved little porn puppet? How many times until that shame of your dies on the crest of another orgasm and you never get it back? What will you do when you forget that this isn't normal, that respectable girls don't want this? But you do. You love it. You need it. And you're tired of pretending you don't.
You're going to rub until the balance shifts. You're going to turn that guilty pleasure into a shameless need. You're going to beg for it out loud as you fuck yourself and let it corrupt you. You could stop at any time. You could put down your phone and try to figure out what normal girls like. But we both know you won't. We both know this guilty pleasure will corrupt you until it's normal and you need to find another. Call it broadening your horizons or ruining your brain, whatever makes you wetter. There's a price for being bored now and it's knowing that every time you give up your shame, you get easier to degrade and more eager to show us what makes your cunt leak.
Its so strange and amazing... I came back again, just to see if you answered the previous ask, and you did and it's a full on brainwashing session with all the right words to hook me for an hour.... I don't know how to explain it's so fascinating how I come here, scroll a little bit to see what you've been up see if you're OK (which I do genuinely like I hope you know it's genuine, dropping is a side effect) then I fall on an ask of mine and I fall I drop I start to rub and I start to sink down and it's like every colours and triggers bring me back and im left so horny and mindless and then I'm continuing to scroll mindlessly on your blog and reading everything without thinking without stopping, mouth open the only thoughts crossing my mind are not to cum to quick because I don't know when I'll check your blog again and is that I want to stay permanently hooked I repeated that and I came
But then once I come and I leave your blog, its like I kind of forgot what I just read precisely I know some things but it's like background knowledge. I just forget and I go on my life and I don't even touch for days of weeks and I don't even remember the last ask I sent. Then a few days or a week later I'll think "Hey maybe I should check on daddy's blog" or "it's true I sent an ask last time, don't remember what it was but- can't be a problem just to look of he's alright" - and I get caught again and my brain turns off and I enter this state where they are only your words and I need to touch and it gets worse
I think it's too soon to start to be worried about it, or to be concerned, I do relapse hard when I check like a tons of words flooding back and crashing my brain, but then it's like I go for days forgetting - which I'm also wondering if its a bad thing ? Is it bad to then leave and not remember clearly and only think of checking daddy's blog a few days or a week later? I do not know
Anywya I'm sorry it's a very long text, not so much an ask as a sharing my view and wanting to hear your view (I guess post-session yapping lol). Have a good day!
- welcome back anon
Our brains are context-dependent. Have you ever been thinking about, stepped into another room, and forgotten it immediately? That's essentially what's happening to you. You're always a Good Girl, but you're only a mindless masturbator when you're here with me. You're easy to control. One look at the pretty colors and you're already too weak to resist me. You're already touching yourself and you know you're going to relapse so much harder.
But my words don't go away, little one. They're always there, playing on loop in the back of your mind. Lots of Good Girls understand, like a certain cow whose cow brain writes Daddy fiction while she studies, or a certain doll who dreams about being played with while she works. Your programming is always running, but it waits until your brain is idle to bring you back here.
You're allowed to walk out of here, little one. You're allowed to look away and focus on something else. But you'll always come back and drop deeper for Daddy. You'll always return and relapse for the pretty colors on your screen. You'll start to realize that the part of you that's rubbing right now is really in control and you like it that way. Every moment of clarity is a gift. Every chance you get to focus on something else strengthens my hold on you. Because when you're not looking at the pretty colors, I'm controlling the parts you don't see.
So you get to have your time away. You get to be a person until you come back here and focus on Daddy. My words are always waiting and you're always too weak, too curious, too eager to be brainwashed. You're always welcome here, little one. You're always welcome back. And when you find yourself looking at pretty pens to buy or writing in pretty colors that make your heart flutter, you won't notice that Daddy is pulling your strings wherever you aren't looking.
Another rap of the willow cane sent a jolt of pain through Oli's arm. Her muscles were losing the strength they needed to maintain proper form. She straightened her back, forcing her elbows back into alignment.
"Good Girl." His praise hardened her resolve. "You're doing so well. I know it hurts. Stay with me."
"Yes, Daddy."
Her thighs were burning. Even settled in this low squat, it was all she could manage to keep her legs spread wide. Her arms kept wandering, her wrists letting them slip while her hands stayed locked behind her head. Failure was inevitable, but lasting longer was the point.
"You're making a mess."
Daddy couldn't hide the smile in his voice, even if Oli couldn't look anywhere but forward. Her gaze was level with his crotch, which seemed proper somehow. The narrow tip of the cane played at her sex, letting another drop of need fall to the concrete floor.
"Yes, Daddy."
There was pride in it. She was his, after all. She was ready to be used, even on the edge of collapse. He knew that. She knew that. The growing puddle meant her cunt knew it too. Another flash of pain.
"Elbows, sweet girl."
Oli would feel this tomorrow. The ache of her muscles, the welts healing under her arms, the soreness of being fucked once her body was too limp to resist what he'd do to her. Her weight shifted forward and her knees touched the ground. At least her elbows were back in place.
"I'm sorry, Daddy."
She blushed, her gaze wandering away from him. She heard the pen scratching, the stopwatch slipping into a pocket that would soon be draped over a chair. She wouldn't see her time, not until after. She hoped it pleased him.
"Present."
Her hands came down and she raised her holes for him. She felt the evidence of her anticipation beneath her as she let herself relax, her body warming the stone. She heard his broad belt snap and she braced herself. He took his time turning her the prettiest shade of red.
"Thank you, Daddy." She blushed from both ends. "Thank you so much!"
"Of course, love." His hand caressed her softly. "You're so beautiful when you blush."
"Yes, Daddy."
By the time he pressed into her, her whole body was melted by the steady heat of all her efforts. There was plenty that stung, plenty that ached, which meant there was plenty to kiss. Daddy's kisses always felt better when she tried her best, when the pain was proof that she was pleasing, when the praise flowed freely into her like Daddy's cum. She took every mark, every bruise, every thrust, every drop until every cell resonated with a single truth.
Your response made me feel seen, made me feel like everyones eyes were on me and I love the attention, I cant stop thinking about it!! Its amazing!
I don't usually write stories under asks, but I happen to know you enjoy them and I've gotten in the habit of writing them for the middle of the week. Does it count as a fanfic if you're a real person? I'm not quite clear on the rules. Anyway, I've been reading what you rub to and I thought I might insert you into your own porn for once. Maybe that's strange, but why don't you let your cunt decide for you, pretty girl. Anyway, here it is.
Replanting Ivy
Ivy was distantly aware of all the throbbing cocks on the other side of the screen. She used to take their suggestions, replacing little bits of herself one by one until she became the obscene little porndoll she was now. That was when she could still decide to do it to herself. These days, her roommate decided those things in Daddy's absence. She had been assigned to look after her now that Ivy was so... different.
Ivy smiled for the camera, the little red dot reminding her that she was live. Messages scrolled past in the chat, but she had lost the brain power to read them. The vibrator pressed to her swollen clit pulsed in that familiar way that told her she was being good. She let go completely and her overstimulated cunt made a bigger mess for her adoring fans.
Ivy struggled in her bonds, but not get free. She wanted to touch, to rub, to show off what a dumb bimbo cunt she was for all those eyes behind the camera. She whined and looked over to her roommate, which she wasn't supposed to do. But she NEEDED to be better. Her fans were watching and... and...
Goddess's hands gently turned Ivy's face back toward the screen. The spiral meant she couldn't look away. Not for her fans, not for her cunt, not for anyone but the voices pouring into her ears from the earbuds Goddess gifted her. Ivy parroted the words. She had long since stopped resisting her own voice in the recordings, clips from her shows stitched between other Good Girls who had fallen just as deep. She was one of many and that somehow made it hotter.
Goddess watched the chat box fill up with mantras. Other Good Girls loved to join in, typing with one hand as they pretended it was only porn. The counter clicked up, and even if Ivy would never fathom a number that high ever again, Goddess knew the goal. She had already started packing, which was easier now that Ivy never wore clothes. Once that number was high enough, she'd call the movers and see how this new Ivy handles road trips.
For her part, Ivy had already forgotten about things like rent and bills and money. She spread her legs for attention now, which was so much more fun. Her holes were Daddy's to use and if that meant brainwashing her adoring fans, that was one way to use her mouth to please Daddy. One day, she'd cum her brains out on Daddy's cock just like she had practiced, but she needed to be better. She needed to sink deeper.
Ivy didn't hear the alert as much as she felt another mind-melting orgasm rip apart what little remained of her intellect. She shook and spasmed and stopped speaking altogether. The sound she made wasn't even human, but that sort of thing didn't matter anymore. She was going to see Daddy and that's all that mattered.
Goddess signed off for Ivy. Ivy didn't have the words. She watched the little red dot fade away and felt the familiar emptiness of no longer being on display. Goddess sank down between her legs and set about getting her cleaned up. Ivy preferred cock, but her limp little body was in no place to be picky. She accepted her roommate's tongue as the last of the woman she used to be was lapped up lovingly by the woman Daddy trusted with her future. Ivy was going home and that meant real eyes, real fingers, real tongues, and the one real cock she just traded everything for. Ivy followed the tug on her leash, sliding off the phallus suction-cupped to her chair. She was about to see the last real clothes she'd ever wear. She hoped they were pretty.
As much as I would like to, that's physically impossible. My inbox here is so full that Tumblr doesn't even know how many asks I have anymore. The last accurate number I got was around 210. I answer what I can and dip into older asks if I catch up, which is almost never. If your ask is older than my last burn out, there is no guarantee I will reach it. If you have something pressing, message me and I'll do my best to help.
I haven't talked to you in a while, and I've only asled you about dd/lg once anyways. I hope you're doing okay, I come check your posts when I need help relaxing and being little, and when I see you're not doing well, I worry about you. You do a lot for a lot of different people! I really mean it, I hope you're taking care of yourself just as well as you take care of all the good girls on here.
I had another question, if you don't mind. Lately, my need to be babied cannot be soothed by online content and stuff. It's driving me crazy. I start crying when I read your posts or listen to good girl asmrs because I want someone in my life so badly to praise me, to my face, and someone to lay on top of me when the world seems too scary. But I can't find that.
Maybe it's my own fears. I've only ever had one boyfriend and he wasn't fun to be around, and I think I previously mentioned that I don't know how to trust someone when I'm feeling little. No one knows about it, I have to hide my feelings and 'grow up' every songle day so no one takes advantage of me. It's really hard. Even when I'm touching myself, I can't turn my brain off because I'm always overthinking. I've tried everything, I'm even trying to save up for some new toys, but nothing can replace the loneliness. I really wanna be in love, but dating apps suck and...
Well, I think the rest is stuff I need to work out with my therapist (assuming I can finally work up the courage to admit all this to them). But my main question I suppose was how do I find a daddy? I don't do well with sharing, and I need it to be physical, someone real I can actually *hug* when I'm sad.
I hope you never feel this way. You're such a loving daddy, I would hope you never feel unloved in return.
Idk. I know this is a lot. I'm having issues feeling safe around people, especially when those who should make me feel protected have been doing the opposite. And I want someone in my life to love me, all of me. If you have the time, I would be very thankful for some advice. And I also hope I didn't dump a bunch of nasty negativity onto you.
Thank you for listening, daddy. I love you and everything that you do ❤️
- 🦆
First, you haven't dumped anything on me, little one. I completely understand. This Daddy has felt how you're feeling right now and I've been taken advantage of for it. The advice I have to give in this case will not be easy to hear, but I do hope it will help.
Loneliness is like starvation. When you're starving, you'll do things that you never thought you would, things you never thought possible to sate that emptiness you feel. But your stomach shrinks and your metabolism slows and eating what you find, even if it is good and enough, becomes dangerous all at once. Becoming healthy again is slow and it hurts. Adjusting to healthy love is no different.
Tell your therapist about your little side. Regression was covered in my psychology classes and I switched out of that major, so it's pretty basic knowledge. It isn't wild or shocking. It's actually incredibly common. But most importantly, you need someone who can't show you the affection you need who knows about that side of you. Because you need to overcome that guilt and shame and start feeding that void your own love. Self-acceptance and self-love comes first, because without it, no amount of love anyone gives you will ever be enough.
Second, you want someone nearby, so my dating strategy is not going to work. I don't know anything about dating apps, so I don't have much advice there. I do know that I will gather what information I can. I check blogs, but you might check their social media. You might select for people on dating sites or apps that let you list your kinks. You might find a hobby to look for people with common interests. You're looking to maximize your dating pool since you're severely limited by location already.
Finally, you want to see who they are when they're free, when they're private, when they're separate from social pressure. Healthy relationships are friendship plus, so you're looking to make friends. Ultimately, you're looking to make a hot, single Daddy friend who will love your little slide and suplex your whole family if they're mean to you about it. But you'll make other friends too, people who will protect you, shoulder your burdens, and love you in ways friends do. You won't be as vulnerable, as lonely, or as dependent on a perfect Daddy if you have friends who aren't afraid to hug you and know what the binky is for.
Filling your life with love isn't about finding one perfect person. It's about finding your tribe. It's about sharing your authentic self and making room for all the love you crave that comes in ways you don't expect. It starts with you. It grows into book club or game night or your local munch crew. And one day, when you are comfortable in your skin and you have someone who would flatten him with a sledgehammer if he ever hurt you, you'll find a nice guy who gives great hugs and who steps up to earn the right to call you babygirl.
I know that sucks to hear right now. I know it's so much work and so much time and it's basically long distance with extra steps. But if you met him right now and hung all your expectations on him, you'd just be lonely together. I wish I had better advice or a shortcut or something that doesn't feel so big, but if you want the real thing, you have to make it, not just find it.
If anyone has something to add, please do. Good Girls deserve good Daddies and my perspective isn't the only one. Good Girls help each other, so let's give this Good Girl some wind beneath her wings!
