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@the-polished-pet
Forever His dark angel.
Indelibly marked by His love.
Relegated, by circumstances, to the shadows.
Worshipping Him from afar.
Humbled by His care.
Appreciative of His most valuable time.
Grateful for His endless presence embedded deep into my soul.
Kneeling for Him every night.
Eternally devoted to Him.
All my respect.
All my awe.
All my heart.
Forever and always His sideline cheerleader.
Be well.
Live well.
Love well.
Master of me.
💐
Humble.
Demure.
Grateful.
Respectful.
Obedient.
Waiting patiently to be of service again.
Waiting to be used for His comfort.
Waiting to be given a purpose.
Waiting to follow His orders.
Always waiting to please Him.
Spontaneous scarf wearing cuz her neck is all bruised up.
I don’t remember much.
I kept waking up with my ankles bent up by my head and to Daddy pounding relentlessly hard into my aching asshole.
Then He would choke me out again.
In the morning, Daddy said He had made me pretty by decorating my neck.
Now I wear a lovely necklace made of Daddy’s bruises.
Everyday my necklace turns a different, pretty color…black, blue, purple, green and yellow.
Daddy says it makes me so very beautiful.
I want to be pretty for Daddy.
I want to make Him happy.
Daddy says I have to wear a scarf when we go out now because other people won’t understand how truly pretty my necklace really is.
Daddy says it’s our little secret.
I do what Daddy says.
He owns me and I always want to please Him.
Taken.
Violently used.
Passed around.
Sold off.
Who will ever believe it?
I’m just a silly, little girl.
Completely insignificant.
Who will ever believe me?
No one.
No one will believe it.
No one will believe me.
They’re big, strong men.
Older men.
Powerful men.
Dignified men.
They’re too strong.
They have too much standing.
No one will ever believe me.
I just need to endure it.
I just need to survive them.
I just need to shut up and take it.
No one will believe me anyway.
I love it that you don't complain, pet.
I love that you suffer for Me in silence.
You just take what I give you.
And I have so much more suffering to give you, kitten.
I see your discomfort.
It makes Me hard.
I see those prickly barbs beginning to cut open your soft, creamy flesh.
Makes Me want to push them in deeper.
I see the awkward way you're moving, trying to avoid the kiss of that razor sharp steel.
Makes Me want to pull up tight on that slack and keep you in your fucking place.
To suffer for Me.
To take what I give you.
In silence.
I just love it that you don't complain, pet.
Good girl.
Daddy always lets me lean on Him.
Even in the most mundane circumstances.
He lets me know He’s always there for me.
He always makes sure I can feel the strength of His physical presence.
So that I always feel safe.
He always has my back.
He protects me.
He loves me.
He owns my heart, my mind, my body and my soul.
And He always lets me lean on Him.
Terror.
Fear.
Darkness.
Paralyzing my mind.
Choking my sanity.
Making my skin crawl.
Strangling my frail spirits.
Fear of not pleasing.
Fear of disappointing.
Fear of not measuring up.
Fear of failing Him.
Again.
Desolation and sorrow are my only companions.
Fear of displeasing.
Fear of disapproval.
Fear of His discontent.
Fear of rejection.
Fear of retaliation.
Fear of vengeful acts.
Fear of isolating punishments.
Fear of hospital recuperations.
Try hard not to think about it.
Thinking is too difficult for little girls.
Just try to breathe through the despair.
Perhaps devastating fear will assuage the hunger the dynamic requires?
Perhaps the piercing bleakness will befriend me to accompany the desolation and the sorrow?
Try hard not to think about it.
Thinking is too difficult for little girls.
Just embrace the terror.
This is where you live now.
This is all you’ll ever have.
This is it.
This is where you live now.
Someone’s about to get a spanking.
Always correct me.
Correct my position.
Correct my tone.
Correct my attitude.
Correct my thoughts.
Correct my posture.
Correct my style.
Correct my mind.
Correct me.
Pretty, pretty please…
Always correct me.
mysubmissivemind3 ♥️
Attached.
Connected.
Joined.
Even in His absence, I am still linked to Him.
Our souls, forever entwined.
He owns me.
In every way.
Completely Mine.
My most cherished possession.
My property.
Owned.
Controlled.
Cared for.
Marked.
Used.
Fucked.
Punished.
Rewarded.
Loved.
Adored.
Completely and utterly Mine.
There, there, little one.
Why so dramatic?
I knew you could take it.
Didn't I tell you so?
Remember?
I told you l was almost finished.
I told you what a strong, brave girl you were.
You just kept making Me harder and harder with all that pathetic sobbing of yours.
Really it’s all your own fault, pet.
You know that, right?
Why do you keep forcing Me to push past your "limits".
I just don’t understand it.
Why not just take it like a good girl?
I tell you l'm almost done.
I tell you that I’m close to spilling Myself deep inside your warm, wet, slit.
But instead of just quietly enduring My abuse for a little bit longer, like a good girl would, you wail and whine and scream no, no, no, no, pleeaase.
You left Me no choice, really.
You see that, right, darling?
You see how I had to go even harder on you, right?
Push even deeper.
Press even harder.
You see that, right?
Right?
Good.
Good, little one.
I’m so glad you agree with Me and see the error of your ways.
See, there’s no need for all this drama, is there?
No, of course there isn’t.
Here, let’s dry up those beautiful, glistening tears.
There, now.
There’s my good, little girl.
I’m so proud of you.
You’re so strong and brave.
You believe Me, right?
Good.
I’m so glad you do, pet.
You’re going to need to be My extra strong and brave girl now too.
All right?
Good. Very good.
Let’s turn you over, now, face down and ass up.
No, no, don’t fight Me.
Just do as you’re told.
Good girl.
See, how easy that was?
See how pleased I am with you?
You want to please Me, right, little one?
Oh good, I’m so happy you do.
Now remember, you’re My big brave, strong girl, right?
Yes, you are.
I know you are.
I need you to keep being brave and strong for Me, all right?
Because I’m going to rape your little asshole right now.
No, see now, you start crying and I start getting harder.
No, little one, pleading and begging won’t help you either.
Now I just want to hurt you even more.
And it’s going to take Me even longer this time to finish, pet, because I already came in that tight twat of yours.
There, there, little one.
Why so dramatic?
I know you can it.
Remember?
I just fucking told you so.
make me do things
Undress here.
Yes, right here in the park.
Right now.
Be quick about it.
I have My meeting soon.
Good girl.
Now, get on your knees.
Good.
Your obedience turns Me on, pet.
Yes, you may have My permission to pull My zipper down.
Such a sweet kitten to ask.
Yes, you may take My cock out.
Good pet.
Look at Me now.
Just hold me in your hands and look up at Me.
Yes.
Just like that.
Fuck.
Yes.
God, yes, I give you permission to suck Me off.
Go deep, little one.
Fuck.
Such a good whore for Daddy.
Daddy loves that you do as you’re told.
Daddy loves how you debase yourself for My pleasure.
Daddy loves His sweet, slutty kitten.
There.
Keep going.
Daddy’s going to cum.
Fuck.
Swallow it, cunt.
Swallow every drop.
Don’t you dare fucking spill or make a mess.
Or Daddy will have to beat you here on the street.
Good girl.
That’s a good whore.
You’re Daddy’s good, little whore.
Clean Me off now and zip Me back up.
Get off your knees.
Get dressed.
Hurry up.
I don’t want to be late.
Good girl.
You pleased Me so much.
I’m so lucky to own a good, little girl like you.
Now go on home and lock yourself up in your cage.
Daddy will be home for lunch.
I will give you another chance to please Me then.
Good girl.
Pretty, pretty please…stop the demons from running through my mind.
Stop me from overthinking.
Quiet my brain.
You’re the only One who ever knew how.
Pretty please stop my endless thoughts.
My invasive overthinking.
I don’t know how to do it.
I am lost without Your guidance.
I need Your control.
I need Your insight.
I need Your sage advice.
Pretty, pretty please…
Put an end to all the intrusive sentiments.
Kill my prying doubts and meddlesome insecurities.
Ease my broken psyche.
Pretty, pretty please, Daddy.
I’m begging You.
Pretty please tame all my wayward thoughts.
Just as You have tamed me to be Yours.
Thank you.
(via Mauricio Dom (@mauriciodommyr) / X)
Do not make Me repeat Myself, cunt.
I already told you no.
You're fine out here.
I do not allow pets in My motor home.
As I've already said.
You'll stay out here.
On that rock.
Tied up like the animal you are.
When I feel the need to empty My balls, then you can prove your worth to Me.
Until then, I expect you to shut the fuck up and remain quiet until you can prove yourself useful to Me.
I work hard and camping is My way to unwind.
I come out here to relax.
Nutting in your holes is My recreation.
Don't worry, I'll throw a soft blanket over you at night.
But for now, you've pissed Me off by making Me repeat Myself.
Repeat Myself to you...a pet... My animal.
Such a disrespectful cunt.
So I'm going to skull fuck that pretty little face of yours and bang your head against that rock until I nut deep in your throat.
That's how we'll reset this camping trip, pet.
Now, where does My little cunt of an animal stay on My camping trips?
Good.
Outside.
Good cunt.
Yes, that's right, where animals belong.
Good girl.
Now, open that throat up wide for Daddy.
Go ahead, little girl.
Try and wash it all away.
But you will never get rid of the filth.
It has already sunk deep down into your bones.
It has been absorbed into the depths of your very soul.
And now, all you know is darkness and depravity.
All you crave is abuse and violence.
All you respond to is objectification and cruelty.
This is who you are now.
Accept it.
Embrace it.
Serve it.
You cannot wash away the filth, little girl.
You ARE the filth.
You look like you were traumatized young. Want an owner?
Wanna own my trauma?
Wanna own my fears?
Wanna own my stress?
Wanna own my anxieties?
Wanna own my darkness?
Wanna own my filth?
Wanna own my nightmares?
Wanna own my trust issues?
Wanna own my insanity?
Wanna own my mood swings?
Wanna own my anger?
Wanna own my regret?
Wanna own my mutilation?
Wanna own my bad memories?
Wanna own my shame?
Wanna own my humiliation?
Wanna own my self-consciousness?
Wanna own my broken heart?
Wanna own my shattered soul?
Still wanna own me?
Yes. Without question cunt. When an owner says he has claimed you, unless he is reckless and unbecoming to lead a woman, they often have taken everything you bring to the table in consideration.
If I say I want to own you, that means I own your history, your traumas, your pain, your fears, your debts, your communication, your finances, your stresses, and yes even your broken heart and shattered soul.
To doubt me, is to doubt the work I have done on myself to be capable and worthy enough to have a woman follow me.
If I say I own you, I do so enthusiastically with zero fear or trepidation.
If I say I own you, you better believe I am never letting you go and I will not let little things like your fears and your past dictate our future.
Perfectly said.
Perfect reply.
Perfectly insightful.
Perfect consideration.
Perfect.
Simply perfect.
Period.
Humble.
Waiting.
Reflective.
Grateful.
Quiet.
Obedient.
Servile.
Submissive.
Collard.
Chained.
Owned.
Free.
