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So cuteeeeeeeeee
Find a girl who wants to be violently raped yet blushes when you make her say out loud that she wants to suck your cock
Fuck me when I’m so tired that nearly unconscious. Fuck me, when I can’t even move. Use me, when I can’t fight you. Pin me to the bed, to the wall, to the desk. Slap me so I don’t fall asleep and if I do, put your dick into my mouth and facefuck me without any mercy. Treat me like a whore.
All the good girls want this done to them.
Daddy’s little cock sucker
“Sometimes I go to bed like this and pretend to sleep just to see what he’ll do. He’s such a nice guy but…could he resist touching me in my sleep? Or doing more? Maybe he’ll lose control one of these nights and try to wake me up with an orgasm.”
daddied in public
We were waiting for the train and I was being incessantly pouty because he wouldn’t let me go to the other side of the city to retrieve a pair of boots I keep at the office. They’re super sexy and I wanted to wear them, but we had plans and no time to rearrange our commute. His logic was sound, but being told no still made me feel a wee bit petulant.
He tolerated it for a bit, but then he gave me The Look. You know the look I’m talking about. It’s also called the Careful, Young Lady look, or the You’re Pushing It look. Whenever I’m on the receiving end of it, I get squirmy and immediately feel tiny. I buried my face into his chest. I do that a lot when I’m in trouble or being chastised; I leaned into him as if snuggles were going to save me from a spanking. I mumbled sorry into his shirt and he said, “sorry, what?” I hesitated, not expecting him to prompt me in public, even though the subway platform was mostly empty. “Sorry daddy,” I said. I felt myself starting to throb.
On another day, we were in Zara and I couldn’t decide between two tops. I really wanted them both. I help one up, stared at it longingly, and looked at him. “I can have both?” I asked. I expected either a yes or no, but he said, “How do you ask permission for something?” My eyes widened. The store was busy enough that it would’ve been easy to be overheard. People pushed past us every couple seconds.
“But we’re in public,” I protested.
The look on his face made it very clear that he didn’t care.
“May I have both, please?” I whispered. He didn’t make me call him ‘sir’ or ‘daddy’, but I still felt like I’d been reminded of my place.
I got to have both tops.
When he daddies me in public like that, it’s always a pleasant surprise. It pulls me out of whatever distracted headspace I’m in and anchors me. Goes without saying that it’s hot as hell, too. I’m still getting used to being mindful of my behavior outside of the bedroom. It’s not that I forget I’m his submissive when we’re out and about; I just don’t usually make a conscious effort to behave like his submissive when we’re not behind closed doors.
It’s a good thing, then, that he’s there to remind me of exactly who and what I am.
He’s there to remind me that, no matter where we are, I remain firmly under his thumb.
I need this. Because it’s not a game. It’s accountability, everywhere and always.
when he says no
I love begging him to extend my bedtime. I love when he says no.
I love asking if I can buy a sugary latte. I love when he says no.
I love asking if I can skip my workout because laziness. I love when he says no.
I love begging to watch an extra hour of TV on a weeknight. I love when he says no.
I love asking if I can buy that pretty top I saw when I went to return something, even though my credit card bill is ridiculous. I love when he says no.
I don’t ask because I want to be denied. Not really. I ask because I want something I’ve always immediately granted myself. I ask because I have desires and impulses and I need to express them. And even though there’s the teeniest bit of disappointment when he says no, there is also relief and inner peace. I feel taken care of. I feel like I’m becoming a better person with improved habits. I feel healthier, happier and less stressed. No more guilt. It’s gone.
It makes his yeses so rewarding. The latte tastes sweeter. The next episode of that TV show is funnier. The top is prettier and feels worth the money. With his permission, I can have guilt-free indulgences. I can find joy in things I’d often shamed myself for, the things you’re supposed to enjoy. That was no way to live.
I said it before it was my reality, and I’ll say it again:
Everything just feels better when you have permission.
☝️☝️☝️ ALL OF THIS
if you’re a girl and you don’t lick the cum off your fingers when you’re done masturbating... wyd??? it’s a must
Daddy likes handlebars
come home so daddy can rape his little girl
well shittttt
Does your daddy get you pregnant?
This is just a fantasy, don’t actually have a dad to fuck
This is true about my little
May I slam you hard and cum thick loads inside you
why are you even asking
How tall are you hun
5’2
I could really use a good little girl where are you located?
Florida
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