Bella

18yo Lana Del Rey <3

[daddiesblog0232]

When she knows she can’t be too loud or it gets harder.

[that1bellasblog]

I’ve never experienced father’s love.

Never felt it.

He was absent, always.

Even when he was present physically, he wasn’t there fully.

How would that affect a little girl’s future?

A lot.

More than one would’ve thought.

Her future is ruined.

Wrecked.

She became desperate.

For attention.

Love.

Lust.

Anything a man is willing to give.

She’s willing to take it all.

To feel, anything at all.

And as times goes by.

She becomes more resistant.

Not in a good way, she’s not getting better.

Only worse. And worse. Miserable.

She falls deeper into the darkness, normality doesn’t exist anymore for her.

It hasn’t for a long time.

It won’t ever.

[feminine-obedient-alexandra]

[that1bellasblog]

My purpose in life. 🎀

Hopefully I’II find a husband who’II help me achieve it.

[that1bellasblog]

Being ruined is something I crave from within. 🎀

[daddiesblog0232]

When she starts taking back during spankings.

[that1bellasblog]

A need. 🎀

[pusheenpink1]

kiss me daddy 🫠

[that1bellasblog]

I need a daddy like this… 🎀

[that1bellasblog]

I’II forever be grateful to Lana Del Rey for introducing me to older men. 🎀

[that1bellasblog]

Why is german language so hot?

I wish I could speak it.

Or have a daddy that speaks it. 🎀

[that1bellasblog]

I am easy to please… 🎀

Hopefully I’ii find a daddy who will…

[that1bellasblog]

This is every girls dream 🎀

Pregnant and married.

Or better phrased.

Bred and owned.

[mahlasv]

[that1bellasblog]

What a girl craves. 🎀

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What I hope my future looks like… 🎀

[that1bellasblog]

There’s just something about older men. 🎀

Hopefully I’II find one for myself

[that1bellasblog]

I feel so lonely.

Empty.

Aching.

It hurts.

I’ve never been with a man before, but I suppose my body knows what it needs.

An actual need.

Similiar to the one I have for air, water, food…

Though it can’t be satisfied so easily, an orgasm worsens it.

Makes you feel lonelier, more desperate.

Crave more…and more…and so on.

Until finally a real man in on top of you.

Pinning both your wrists using just one of his hands.

You feel his hot breath on your neck while he’s occasionally kissing it and whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

His warm sweaty body pressed against yours.

Maybe his other hand wraped aroud your throat.

The pleasure between your thighs as he begins to move faster.

The warm feeling. The fullness. The vulnerability.

His breathing becomes heavier.

As he presses his forehead against yours, you can feel it.

You feel all of it.

You are full.

Satisfied.

[vgsytyk]

[that1bellasblog]

A dream… 🎀

[anachronistica]

giving up my power brings me peace.

This might make some people uncomfortable, and that’s okay. It’s not for them. But for me? My peace, purpose, and deepest joy come from one thing: being beneath the man I belong to.

Not figuratively. Literally. In our home, in our dynamic, in our life - he is above me. I am his. And I am less.

There. I said it.

Not “equal in different ways.” Not “partners with differing roles.” I am inferior to him in our chosen lifestyle. Willingly. Proudly. With full knowledge and full submission. I gave up my power, and in doing so, I found peace.

Modern culture tells women like me that we should fight to be on top. Or at the very least, to never be less than anyone. We’re supposed to demand equality, keep score, share every burden, lead just as much, assert constantly. And I tried that. I lived that life.

And I was miserable.

Because deep down, I didn’t want to fight for control. I didn’t want to lead. I didn’t want balance. I wanted hierarchy. I wanted to kneel. I wanted to serve. I wanted to surrender completely, not because I’m weak, but because my strength was never meant to be used to dominate—it was meant to be poured into devotion, obedience, care, and loyalty.

So I gave him everything. My choices. My voice. My body. My rules. My freedom.

And what I got in return was structure, safety, protection, purpose. A love that wraps around my soul like a blanket fresh out of the dryer. Warm. Complete. Anchored.

He is above me in every way that matters in our dynamic - his word outweighs mine, his comfort comes before mine, his judgment overrules mine, and his needs always outrank mine. My role is to serve. To obey. To please. Not as a performative thing, but as my actual identity. It’s who I am, every minute of the day.

And strangely, that kind of complete surrender brings freedom. Because I don’t have to be in charge. I don’t have to lead. I don’t have to split everything 50/50. I don’t have to carry the weight of the world alone. I get to kneel in my rightful place and just be. Small. Soft. Humble. His.

It’s not popular to say, and I don’t need it to be. This isn’t for the world to understand, it’s for me to live. And I live it joyfully.

I am beneath him, and I love it here.

[that1bellasblog]

Why are masculine men so hard to find…?

It is really difficult to find a real man who will protect, lead and discipline me.

I hope my future husband will be such, someone who will be a gentleman in public but a dom in bed.

I want to be completely at his mercy.

🎀