#gold star trigger

[masterbynight]

Mister Daddy Sir? Is your blog name supposed to be a play on masturbate or am I just a very extra silly mouse?

🧡🐁

It isn't, little mouse, but that's a reasonable thing to think. I chose the name of my princess's blog and she chose this name to mirror hers. It's really quite cute if you know about it, but it's my little secret with her.

That said, you can always be my silly little mouse. You can be small and sweet and silly. You can put away your big girl things and sit on Daddy's knee. I'll hold you so you don't fall. I'll let you bounce bounce bounce as much as you want, until you're feeling silly and smile. I'll let your big girl brain leak out for me until those silly thoughts make you giggle and my silly little mouse isn't worried anymore.

Will you help Daddy, little mouse? All your bouncing has me stiff. Just reach down and stroke. Up and down. Up and down. Is it masturbating if you help me? Up and down. Up and down. Are you feeling sleepy? Up and down. Up and down. Are you kneeling nicely? Up and down. Up and down. Are you sucking softly? Up and down. Up and down.

Feel that pleasant tingle of the gold star on your forehead. Feel your silly brain go blank as you bob up and down between my legs. Such a silly little mouse, making Daddy hard like that. Such a sleepy little mouse, sucking and sinking deeper. Placid and pacified, feeling Daddy in your brain. Sleepy and silly as you look into Daddy's eyes. My little mouse is sweet, simple and so deep now. The pretty colors of the carpet make you feel small and safe.

Have a treat, little mouse. Taste Daddy on your tongue. Feel Daddy soaking into your brain. I'm keeping you like this, small and silly and safe, tingling between my bookshelves and my legs. Mouse ears on. Face painted with a little black nose, whiskers and a marmalade heart on your cheek. Mouth open, mind blank as your mousy parts crave more bounces, more treats, more stars. Big girl thoughts in your cubby as you sink and smile, so silly and surrendering more and more. You're here all day with Daddy, Ms. Marmalade Mouse, and intend to make the most of it. If you keep helping Daddy, we might have a secret of our own. Would you like that, little mouse?

[masterbynight]

Minor addendum to my last post- I am incredibly lucky that gold star is very hard to rhym and alliterate with, otherwise I’d probably never have an independent thought again 😘

-🩵🗡️(I’m feeling flirty tonight!)

Gold stars are for Good Girls. You're a Good Girl who gets gold stars.

Gold stars send pulsing pleasure through subby sluts until all thoughts stop.

Gold stars give Good Girls shiny reminders of mindless, malleable moments that make them a muzzy mess.

Gold stars create cascades that collapse your consciousness and control your cunt.

Gold stars generate gentle submission as you slip further into subspace, unraveling into ancient urges that undermine everything but your need to please Daddy.

Not all alliteration has to follow through to the end. A little rhythm is easy to catch and little breaks in the pattern play tricks on your mind until flirting falls down into deep devotion and your passion to please overrides any sense. You're my Good Girl getting gold stars, submitting and surrendering so easily that you lose your place and slide effortlessly into placid pleasure that makes your mind go

BLANK

[masterbynight]

Oh yeah, I was gonna sens another ask today! I just remembered what I was gonna say, and that’s that I’d probably do just about anything for a gold star from Daddy, to be 100% honest. Like, seriously, they seem really nice, and I’ve always had a weakness for shiny stickers and stuff like that. Something about the way it catches the eye as it glitters in the light, plus it makes people look so pretty when they’re all shiny and eye catching. Ok, bye!!!! Time to resume the quest!

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I read your other ask and I'll be keeping it, little one. I'm very glad I could be a positive influence on you. I'm glad I could encourage you and I'm glad this can be a safe place for you. You've made me very proud, so I think it's only fair to give you a gold star.

You get to put it where you want, little one. On your cheek is nice and innocent, pretty in a way you can show off. Or maybe I'll put it on the small of your back, just above your bunny tail so it peeks out over your waistline. Or I'll look you in the eyes and press it to your bunny mound so it can be our little secret, something for you and Daddy and other Good Girls to see, but no one else.

It's your choice, little one. Where would you like that pleasant feeling to start? Where should Daddy's praise enter you and make it obvious what a Good Girl you've become? Because there's room for another gold star... and another... and another...

After three, words get hard. You feel so pretty and good for Daddy. Your body trembles as your mind can't conjure a single unpleasant thought. After four, your head goes numb and you forget where you left your clothes. You just want to glitter and shimmer and show off my praise because you're so many things, but my Good Girl is the best of them. After five, you get creative. This show is just for Daddy now. You don't care who sees as you beg with your body, stars shining as bunny heat burns away the last of your thoughts. Six is probably more than you can handle. It's probably irresponsible to peel the sticker off the roll and dangle it in front of you just to see what you do. But you know the truth. Nothing feels better than pleasing Daddy and another gold star is proof of just how pleasing you are. What you going to do, bunny?

There will come a point where you're just limp, quivering, unable to move as your body rewards you for your service. Explosions of pleasure echo back and forth like supernovae from the constellation all over your body. Any more seems impossible as your convulsions take Daddy's cum deeper and deeper into your body and Daddy's words deeper and deeper into your broken mind. I am proud of you, little one. I know that when you get your brain back, we'll have a lot in common. I know that you care deeply for Daddy and I want you to know that I appreciate your support.

A seventh star in the center of your forehead is unimaginable to you now. The cascade of light and heat sears away everything but the truth. Nothing feels better than pleasing Daddy.

Nothing feels better than pleasing Daddy.

Nothing feels better than pleasing Daddy!!!

Then it all goes black.

[masterbynight]

hey daddy,

I hope you're doing well, I love seeing you post so often again!

i've sent an ask before, about my autism diagnosis... i had a meltdown today, I'm alright now just tired, but your blog makes me feel all fuzzy and so much better after all that happened. it's like my brain is finally quiet and there's only Daddy, i feel safe here to be myself, just little and blank... idk if it's too much to ask or too soon bc idk if you ever really saw my asks from before but can I have a treat to feel better, pretty please?

thank you for reading :)

♾️ ( also, can I pick this emoji pls?)

Hey, beautiful.

You safe with me. You're a Good Girl, a good bunny and you deserve to be able to come here and feel at home. I know things are tough and I know the world around you is overwhelming, so I'm taking it all away now. It's just you and me, here in your pretty little head.

I have a lot of blankets. There's a big warm heavy blanket, a really big soft blanket that's light but cozy, an army blanket that's very warm for how thin it is, a little green blanket that I've had since I was small enough to hide in it. There's even a weighted blanket that isn't warm at all but feels like a hug. I'm going to stand up the couch cushions and make us a pillow fort, but you can pick your favorite and snuggle up in it while I do.

I'm going to turn off the bright lights. I'm going to leave us in the warm low glow of the lamps. I'm going to hold you close while we hide away between the couch and TV. I have coloring books for you. I can put on something relaxing or fun to listen to. I can gather up all my stuffies and we can cuddle together. Nothing bad can happen here. No one is going to hurt you.

You're never too old to do the little things that make your heart sing. You're never too old to have fun. I'm not going to let anyone diminish your light, your joy, your love. I'm going to protect the little girl you are, the whole person you deserve to be. This isn't a treat, little one. You don't have to earn this. Whenever things get too big, remember that the cushions come off, the blankets come out and Daddy will keep you safe.

But I do keep popsicles in the freezer. There are peanut butter candies in my trail mix. There are bananas and blueberries and pineapples, strawberries and even pineberries. I know those last ones look like aliens grew them, but they're very good. I'll give you hugs and kisses and cuddles and snuggles. I'm sure there's a treat in all that.

I also know you've accomplished something special, but it can be our secret for now. I want you to have this gold star so you don't forget. I want you to know that I'm proud of you, that I'm watching over you and that it's okay to rest when you need to. And when you do have to be a big girl and crawl out of Daddy's arms, let that gold star remind you that you're always my little girl no matter how big you have to be. You're always welcome here, so come back to me, little one.

[masterbynight]

Two-Star Lesbian

You still see yourself as simply sapphic, a lovely little lesbian lurking and learning to crave Daddy's cock. You're tempted, tantalized, trapped in trance as you just keep scrolling, just keep sinking, just keep surrendering more and more of your mind to me. Does she know? Does she know how hard you're clinging to her shining star as my words draw you deeper? Does she know how you dream of Daddy deep inside you, pulling your strings as you finally stop fighting it? Maybe she should.

As much as I love to tempt you, I'm not going to take away your shining star. I won't let you slip into the crushing depths of Daddy's irresistible pull. I caused this problem and I know just how to fix it. But you're going to have to trust me.

She's beautiful, isn't she? Your shining star. She's warm and bright and feels like home. You'd bend over for her, wouldn't you? You'd give her your needy little holes, especially if Daddy asked. You'd let her fuck you dumb until your big girl brain comes dribbling out of your desperate little pussy. That sounds wonderful, doesn't it little one?

And there's nothing wrong with looking, especially when the Good Girl across from you is just as blank and mindless as you are. There's nothing wrong with matching her pace as she bounces her silly brains out, repeating all the thoughts Daddy gave her as I use her needy little cunt. It's easy to stop struggling, to float freely between Daddy and your shining star as the difference between you and her completely dissolves.

That strap on inside you is just the right size and shape. You picked it out special just for her. You know what your reflection, what my Good Girl is feeling. You're feeling it too, taking Daddy's cock deep into your empty mind and shining star's deep in your wet little cunt. I haven't touched you, but this feeling will never fade. You crave it. You love it. You need it. But what happens when that pretty girl cums and Daddy drifts away? Are you sure my gravity won't rip you away from your star?

We can't have that. So I'm giving you a gift. Feel my finger press against your forehead and watch helplessly as my hand comes away. You can feel it now, can't you? A gold star, just for you. It spins in your mind, filling you with Daddy's love so you'll never feel pulled away again. You feel Daddy's cock push all the way in, your shining star's grip on your hips tight as we bury ourselves balls-deep inside you. You watch your eyes widen and could almost swear you feel us cumming inside you as our Good Girls cum together. As your world goes white and our playdate ends, know that your future is safe and secure. Two stars spin in your sky now, holding you in an orbit that you no longer control. The first two-star lesbian, limp and leaking, even more devoted than before. Our sweet little flower, opening to your suns.

Go kiss the woman you love, little one. Thank her for all that she is. You have a gift you want to give her and a confession to make. I'll keep my girls blank while you're gone. You'll come back and I'll make you feel good, but your sweet little cunt is hers alone. Understand?

[masterbynight]

Hiya Daddy, I had just stumbled upon a post you made about shy girls & I probably fall into that category 😅

Thank you Daddy for treating all kinds of good girls, & I hope this message from someone who is trying very hard to be a good girl helps you in some way. Hope you have a good day.

-Shy girl “R.M.M”

You're a very Good Girl and I'm very proud of you, little one. You don't have to stick out. You don't have to be seen. You can read and rub and sink and submit as much as you want and never risk being the center of attention. But you were very brave and reached out just to make Daddy feel good, and I think that deserves a reward.

Relax for me. Sink deep. Feel Daddy in your fuzzy little brain. It feels so good to fade, to lose yourself in all the gasps and moans and whimpers of all the Good Girls in the notes. Don't think about it. Don't worry. Just let yourself join the chorus. All your pretty little sounds are music to me. Fade, relax, sink, submit, give in to all those secret feelings deep inside. Good Girl. Shy girl. Feeling like my girl with the lights off and Daddy deep in your mind.

You get a gold star and you can wear it where you want. It's our own little secret. Just ours. It turns your mind off and makes you all empty, but don't worry. I'll fill you back up. I'll pull on your strings and I'll see all your notes. It's our little secret. Just ours. But if you feel brave or just too wet to hold back, I'll be here to keep you mindless for hours.

[masterbynight]

Hi Daddy!

Your yes loop has been extremely helpful for me. I'm glad I asked Daddy for help ♡

Today was one of those rough days. It was stressful, cold, and painful! By the end of my workday, all I wanted to do was rot in bed while hiding from every adult responsibility.

But then I thought that Daddy would probably want me to get a full meal and to get a little exercise. So I did! Then I even cleaned my flat and went grocery shopping!

Maybe it's not the most impressive, but I did it all for you, Daddy! Now, I will be humping and rubbing and getting lost in your yes loop ♡

Wishing you a nice day!

- 🦖

Sometimes, the best I can do is get to my desk. Sometimes, all the pots and pans are dirty so I order in. Sometimes, making a sandwich is too hard, so I just eat the ingredients. Sometimes, the laundry doesn't get folded before I wear it again. Sometimes, life is just harder than it should be for no good reason.

I'm proud of you, little one. You did a good job. You did the best you could, and even if it isn't the best you've ever been, you tried and succeeded at making your day a little better for me. You're allowed to have days that aren't 100%. 80%, 50%, even 20% is okay as long as you're safe and able to recover. Not every day will be perfect. In fact, most days won't be, so make the best of what you have and don't feel obligated to do the things you just can't right now.

I'm giving you permission to say yes to yourself. I'm letting you know it's good to feel good. The pleasure teaches you to be a Good Girl for Daddy. The pleasure teaches you to obey. So I'm giving you a gold star, a reward for taking good care of my little one for me. Wear it proudly and feel my praise wash over you. It feels good to say yes. It feels good to give in. It feels good to be your best for Daddy, even when it's hard. I'm proud of you, little one. Keep up the good work.