The most perfect time ever

As Daddy and I have been busy, we haven’t seen much of each other in over a week. It’s so hard to be away from Him. But I keep myself centered. Read old texts! Look at His pics.See him for breakfast. We stayed connected,  but it’s hard when life throws you so much to deal with.

But tonight, we put everything else aside. It was our time to just be together. The moment I saw those beautiful blue eyes, that smile, that great body. Omg, it’s always hard to believe just how lucky I am, that He picked me. He loves me! He’s with me. I adore Him.

When He walks in the room , He takes my breath away. He’s here, really here, near me, about to devour me , use me, bind me, spank me, surround me, electrify me, entice me, hold me, kiss me, talk to me. I wanted it all, whatever He could give, I was taking.

It was so hard to hold back. Keep my subbie self calm, let Him direct. All I wanted to do was throw Him on the bed. Kiss the fuck out of Him. Show Him how much I love Him. But He is in charge, and I love that too.

So, He starts nice and slow.  Put the hitachi on my clit, makes me go wild and scream with excitement, over and over. He then let’s it go, grabs the silk rope, ties my legs to my headboard, tells me not to move. Lastly, binds my wrists. While He sits back and admires His handy work,  He looks pleased with himself. He’s humming and singing to himself. That’s usually when I know he’s in a fantastic mood, on top of the world!

As He tortures my body, He’s loving every minute. Our eyes meet, I can’t get enough of this man. I hope He’s got plans for the rest of His life, with me, of course. Once He’s ready, He slides His huge cock deep inside me, shows me who I belong to! In and out, in and out, the pleasure between my legs is building, in and out. Oh fuck, that feels so good Daddy! When He cums, He does it on me, letting me be covered by His sweet fluid. I open my mouth wide so I can swallow some too.

He then takes time to untie me, let my body rest. But I’m still bound to my headboard. He leaves to shower quickly, when He’s out, He cleans the cum off me, His property. He lays on the bed next to me. Just grabs me, pulls me close to His chest. He wraps His strong arms around me , I feel so wonderful, so loved. As I snuggle up close to Him, I find my favorite spot, near His heart. I love to hear His heart beating, I close my eyes, I hope when i open them it wasn’t all a dream.

I slowly open my eyes, He’s really here, it wasn’t a dream. My Daddy is holding me, showing me His love. This is so much better, than hugging my pillow and thinking of Him as I drift off to sleep at night. Nothing compares to the real Daddy, nothing. I am still listening to His heart best. I love that sound too.

In case you couldn’t tell, I had the best night!  Even us laughing and goofing off with my kids, watching one of our favorite movies, just being near Him. Sharing some time with Him. Hearing about His stories! He knows how to make me laugh! I got to know how he’s doing.

All good things must come to an end… but just for the night, we both work in the morning. Til we can do that again!!!

Thank you Daddy♡

♡ your babygirl


How do I love thee… ( sonnet 43)

This is one of my favorite poems. It’s words reach you on a level that no one can describe.

How I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth, breadth, and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight.
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day’s
Most quiet need, by the sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhoods faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose.
With my lost saints, I love thee with the breath
Smiles, tears, and of all my life; and if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

Elizabeth Barrett Browning.  1801- 1861

I love you Daddy♡

♡ babygirl

How the fuck did he do that???

Ok, so I leave at a reasonable time with a friend of mine,  Lee. We take his son home.  We leave my house at just before 8pm.

I’m on my phone texting friends, putting memes in my phone. I’m so NOT paying attention.  Not until Lee says
“Hey. Put on your GPS were lost, there was so much damn construction I got lost”

Me laughing,  says: ” how the fuck did you do that?” Still laughing my ass off!

Now, before we left my home I had to pee,  but my thought was, the kid lives close, 20 mins we will be back. As I’m writing this blog post, we are still driving, it became a 2 hour trip, but my GPS saved the day! Even with mountains around us, I did fear my GPS might not work, but if you want something bad enough, and your heart is pure,  you will get that!

Good, cuz according to my GPS we will be home in 15 mins, and I really really really have to pee!

But the signs of ‘watch for horses’   have to admit a bit unnerving! Would they really wreck his car, we are low on gas, no lights, no food, only 1 NOS drink ,his. Would anyone ever find us again?

Thank goodness I have a phone with GPS that works! 

Lee, I love ya but you’re a dumbass!

Still laughing… it was a nice Sunday drive, to bad it was dark as shit and couldn’t see a damn thing! What a night!

I need to pee!  Laughing is not helping…

For anyone near Az, we wound up near usery pass. Wow!


Update: I finally got home, and got to pee!

Sir & kitten, a meeting of the minds (original story)

Sir, had a bad week and kitten didn’t make it any better. Out of everything Sir had to deal with kitten meant the most to Him. But to let her keep her attitude was not on His agenda. Sir had a very cunning plan. And kitten was the target.

Kitten came in from work, headed for the shower. As she was undressing to take a hot steamy shower, she was greeted by Sir.

”Hello kitten, we need to talk NOW”, said Sir.
“Yes Sir, right after my shower”, kitten purred.

Sir smiled at her, a most evil grin. He shut the shower off, grabbed hold of her wrist and pulled her into the bedroom. She started to feel very sexual, thinking some fun was coming her way. Sir, put her hands behind her back and locked them there. He was pulling off some tape to put over her mouth.

“Sir, if you put tape over my mouth, I can’t talk or use my safeword” she said.
“That’s the idea kitten, tonight you listen” Sir said with a growl.

Kitten swallowed hard. She knew He has been mad, but she’d never seen Him like this before. She struggled a few moments to see if she was able to get free. No way. Sir, saw the struggle, and smiled at her another evil smile. Kitten thought they were going to have sex, her favorite thing to do with Sir.

“There will be no sex tonight kitten, not unless I change my mind” he said

She looked at him with fear now. When Sir is mad he’s still sweet, but when he’s angry He’s mean, unpredictable. More demanding, not reasonable at all. She considered herself a strong sub. A real force to be reckoned with. Only Sir has plans for het tonight, and it will be his way, or no way.

“Where are your rules kitten?” He said in a questioning tone.

She motioned towards a shelf with her head. He walked over to pick it up. He started reading them aloud. Kitten knew she had made him mad recently, but was unaware of how mad he was.

“Have you ever broken any of these rules kitten ?” He asked
Kitten shook her head yes. She tried to talk thru the tape. He removed the tape, put his hand over her mouth. He looked her right in the eyes and said,
” Don’t make a sound, not one word. If you do you will find out what’s coming”
She shook her head yes in agreement. The look on his face told her that he meant every word.

“Shall we start kitten? You will listen, you will do as I say. You will remember your place from now on, you will not question me. But you will be able to ask questions, or for something you need when and only when you approach me the right way verbally. Do you understand ?”

She shook her head yes again.

“As of late, when I speak you don’t respond correctly. It’s not ‘Yes Sir’, it’s asking questions,  or adding in comments, or even rolling your eyes in another direction thinking I can’t see it. You signed up for being my sub, did you not?”
She shook her head yes again, but this time she opened her mouth to explain.
He picked her up, turned her around, took off his belt and within seconds it was across her bottom. She yelled out in pain.

” I warned you didn’t I kitten?” He asked her
She just shook her head yes, said not a word.
“When we got together we signed up for a certain kind of life. We are not vanilla even though we are in a vanilla world. You were the one who felt you were a sub and so you are treated as such. I am the Dom and yet you answer back, continue to be bratty, question my authority, speak out of line. I have had enough. You are the sub, I’m the one in charge. I do care about you, I want you to be happy, I want to know how you feel, I want us to communicate, I want you to feel loved, to never question how important you are to me. You are mine. I want you to be mine always but if this doesn’t change you are free to go. Do you get my point kitten?”

With tears in her eyes, she shook her head yes. She wanted to explain and thought maybe he would allow her to, but all he did was pick her up again, turn her around, and put his belt back over her ass, only this time the hitachi on her clit. “That better stay on your clit kitten” and she moaned and screamed out in pain. He knew she hated the hitachi so while they talked he made her body go crazy, with no chance of her cumming.  It was nearly to much for her to take.

“I love you kitten, but only one of us is in charge. This is how our life will work from now on. Do you want this with everything in you ?”

With tears streaming down her cheeks, she shook her head yes.

“Then we will write some new rules, keep some of the old ones. It is time for a change.  I want to be proud of you all the time. You are my world kitten. I will expect you have some opinions on what you want changed. I want to hear you, I promise to listen, but I have final say on everything. Just remember you didn’t like the punishment now, you won’t like what’s coming my sweet kitten. If I think you are fighting me then we will see if we belong together at all. But from now on this is how it is. You belong to me. You may still have your friends, your job, your shopping as I say, but I am to be your first thought in all of it. As long as I feel we are both happy,  we can proceed to make this more permanent in the future, as that is what I want kitten. Is that what you want?” ” I don’t expect perfection, you are only human, but when I know you are truly sorry for what you have done then I’ll be fine. I know change can take time, but as long as you work hard to show me change, you will always be forgiven”.

She shook her head yes, she was fully listening to him now.

” I see you are finally hearing me. Not giving your opinion, no comments. Now that you understand me better I wish to hear you speak. I will ask you questions and you will answer from your heart. And I make the final decision, are you ready?”

“Yes Sir” she said with a slight grin. She knew even though he was mad, he was fair, and he loved her beyond words.

Sir untied his kitten, picked her up, laid her on the bed and sat next to her. He comforted her and he asked many questions,  and she answered and obeyed completely.  The love between them was as strong as it ever was. For they both knew that what they had with each other was rare and to be protected.  It was that forever kind of love.

Once they talked and Sir held her a while. They spent some intimate time together. Kitten finally got to cum!

” oh, thank you Sir”

They both smiled and held each other. She knew He could handle her, and wasn’t wanting to go. She could finally release that part of her that she always held back from him.

The big push

Title won’t make sense, yet…

The longer I’m with my Master, the more He brings me out of my comfort zones. At first, I truly hated it. I was comfy back there. Why was He doing this to me? Now, I see each and every time, it was love pouring out of Him.

If you truly care for someone, you don’t leave them to wallow in their old shit. He has required me to be more of a grown up, then anyone ever. I like to use my excuses,’ I can’t do that’, ‘ this is to scary’, ‘my kids can’t do that/ I can’t do that’,  ‘but I’ve been hurt before’, which I have but not by Him, so it holds no merit. And of course He calls me on it.

He used to be kind and gentle about it. Like coaxing a baby animal to come to you so you can touch them ,show them you’re safe. Now that I have approached Him. He finds that putting me up to the task will get my ass moving. The slave in me, wants Him happy , so what do I do? I put 150% of myself into whatever He has chosen.

Recently,  He had me make a blanket. I had a time limit. I don’t sew, I don’t know anyone who sews. What the hell am I supposed to do? He smiles and says, ‘relax babygirl, go look up  ‘ no sew’ blankets ‘. And then He’s on His merry way. He seems delighted at times when I freak out. I long to please Him, but how the hell am I supposed to get this task done. I walk into a fabric store. I inquire about this type of blanket.  It was a real thing! I bought material, I MADE A BLANKET! Not one, but 3 now. When I’m done, I text Him. He doesn’t seem surprised. How did He know I would not fail? I hate it when I’m on the spot,  He delights in it! I see me going to fail before I ever start. I come up with excuses, none of which change His mind. I’m still on task, and the clock is ticking. I have had to try to outsmart Him. Beat Him at His own game, so to speak. I want to turn the tables and show Him I’m just as smart He is. But then that was His point in the first place.

I’m glad there is no security cameras up in my home. From the moment a task is thrown my way. I’m not fun. Like I said, I try to find anyway out of them. I am even yelling at the walls ‘ what does He want from me?’ ‘ why does He do this to me?’  Once I finally make peace with the task, and get going. I notice they’ve gotten harder. And yet I’m still smart enough to get them done. He has brought me to a place inside myself that is a miracle to see. I think of myself as smart. I haven’t felt that in so long. And obviously no one before Him even cared. It endears Him to me. I smile at my phone ( because I look at His picture! I’m not crazy) ok, not certifiable anyway.

I must say it quiets my mind that I can finish a task. Know deep inside He will have to admit I did it. No matter how hard some of them are. A few months back,  it was cleaning out my closet. Get rid of things I don’t use/need. I needed it all, it’s my stuff. He did not care. It was so hard, I even thought about putting the stuff in storage where He could not see it. Call a friend, ask them to take it so I may eventually get it all back. Knowing Him , He would notice. I did none of that. I actually gave it to a thrift store, and believe me I wanted to go in and shop to get it all back, He was onto me. It was a NO. Plus He made sure to ask for pictures of it all going bye-bye. Which one of my kids, so lovingly did for Him. I couldn’t send all the pics, as I did keep flipping off the camera as my child made remarks. Maybe it was sort of to the kid. Just shut up and take the damn picture.  I knew I couldn’t send Him those 2, as I was sure He would feel it was to Him. I do talk under my breathe at Him sometimes. But once the task is done , I’m happy I put Him first, I pleased my Master.  Months later, I don’t even miss that stuff now. Yes, He was right.

So, recently I was given a task, but this one failed. I will explain as much as I can. I hope to not disrespect Him or myself. I wanted to finish the task, and much to my delight it was almost there. Fuck, I have worked so hard on it. I have no guilt about that part.

The guilt comes in when the other person said something I didn’t agree with. To me, I felt disrespect from this person. Then the claws came out. Really girly, you want to play in my yard? Here’s the deal, be respectful.  You don’t love Him like I do. You won’t share your life with Him, as I do.  Don’t treat anything here as common. I serve 24/7, I am His slave.  This to me is real life, I do it each day, I am honored to be called His.  I feed Him, laugh with Him, disciplined by Him, I follow His rules, I am trained by His own hands. I report to Him.
I  then felt vendicated to share my attitude with my Master as well. Only to be reminded of my place, as He should. I do respect Him even more when I’m not allowed to get away with things. As He explained things to me. I really wanted to know that I’m valued, the fact that He called me to talk did show my value. I couldn’t see that.

Now it’s another day. I failed my task. I’m at a low point.  And now it hits me… oh yeah, it didn’t matter. I do serve Him. I really am His slave. I do get to spend time with Him. Be a delight to Him. I am here for the 24/7.  I do report to Him. I am disciplined by Him. Right now that thought makes me worry will I need the morgue or a hospital. As I haven’t faced Him yet. His words cut right through me.  I was allowed to feed Him. I’m so thankful for that.

No whore will ever matter to Him, like I do. My insecurities are what He tries so hard to break down. He really does delight in me, most of the time. He guides me, offers advice. I saw it as a rejection. How did any whore take over my attitude? I’m better than that. It could be the amount of stress on me at the moment. It is great. When I look at myself,  I must admit He’s done quite a bit of work on me. I like the changes. Granted there’s still more to be done, obvi ( teen word!) I hope someday I am to be the most beautiful treasure anyone has ever owned. That I fully understand my worth. No more insecurities.  It will take time, nothing changed overnight. I like how gentle,yet firm He can be with me. He knows I won’t break in two, I have strength.

I think I’ll know when He’s done with me. When I finally appear to myself ,as I see my 2 friends who are long time slaves. They are beautiful.  I love watching how they are, so ladylike. So much reverence.  They do say, it didn’t happen overnight. I look upon them with such envy. When will I get there?  They both remind me, it took years to find the right Master. That He knew He had His work cut out for Him, and did not run. Yet, He took a broken and damaged slave, and is polishing her up. To be a beautiful lady, for His enjoyment. Can I really handle it? They both say Yes. That if I couldnt, He would have never started the work in me. That He is up for the challenge.  While this made me feel sort of like Sandra Bullock in ‘Miss congenitality’.  I got there point.  I finally belong. I belong to Him. I want to see a look on His face, as their Masters have for them, what an honor.

Now, hopefully you can understand the title. With each task He sets before me, comes a big push to get out of myself, out of my comfort zones. How could I not respect that?  I know why I’m not allowed to drink any longer, I know why my partying days are in the past.  How can I honor Him if I’m just not serious, but looking foolish won’t help. I see what He’s doing.  But this time, I failed. 

The slave in me, the woman in me

Yes, confession is good for the soul, cleanses your heart. So I hear, I’m here on my own blog to confess to those who read my writings. I’m not perfect. Today proved it.

About 5 years ago I changed to being a sub, threw the slave me out. I wanted nothing to do with her. She was a doormat, or so I felt. Maybe she wasn’t,  maybe it was that she chose the wrong men, and could have fixed that. That could be true, but now i have a Master like none other. My Master saw that there was a slave in me. I put her out to pasture, but He desired I bring her back. Be my true self. 

While my Master and I have  been together nearly a year, I have only been back to being a slave for about 9 months. I did go to a friend of mine, i will call her (J). I needed her guidance,  her slave ways,  her thinking, her servitude.  Plus she has a babygirl side like I do. If anyone could guide me, it’s her. I do love my friends, but there is something about a long time slave who prides her self on putting her Master first in her heart and thought, and deed.  That she devotes herself to him, no matter what.  Since my memory didn’t recall everything, I needed the pieces of the puzzle filled in. That’s where ‘J’ comes in. She’s the slave to adore, she makes being a slave look so damn easy, she’s quiet, she’s calm, she’s the epitome of perfection. She brings a smile to her Master’s ( Mr.F) face , he beams with pride of owning her.  Which is what all true slaves strive for. So, in my quest to get back to myself, I treasure her help.

I’m not perfect, not even close. But  ‘J’ let me know I’m on the right track. Yet, she knows how hard I am on myself. She gives sound advice. Her ways are what I sort of remember myself being like. Just years ago. She believes I can get back there, but more time is needed.

After all the hard work, where am I at? Well, some days are good, and some days I lose it, I head back to my subbie ways. I felt shame today, once I texted ‘J’ to tell her how my day went. I could clearly see my wrong doing. She was so kind and sweet to pick up my spirits and put me on track. She knows how hard I am on myself.

She saw where the communication break down happened. I did too. But the shame was already there. The way I spoke to Him. The way I embarrassed myself in front of Him. I was not a good slave today, and It broke my heart. It made me cry. I love the man I serve. He’s my world. He’s everything to me. Yet, I once again embarrassed myself before Him, and I didn’t stop it. It’s like I was oblivious to it, til it was done. He must be so proud of me, not. I’m not even proud of myself this moment.

The only way I could see to right my wrongs, was to give my Master some space. Hope He still values my submission. As I wonder if He Still feels I’m the woman He loves and wants me in His life. How does He feel about the slave who serves Him. Does He still want the  babygirl who craves and adores Him.

I’m getting better, I can tell, progress is progress. Once He called me today to talk, which surprised me and made me feel loved,  it went well then went downhill. My attitude disrupted what He was trying to do, which was communicate with me. Once He knew I was on a roll, He hung up. My old ways were to call Him and try it again. This time, I didn’t do that. I decided to keep my mind on what He was saying, He was trying to comfort me. Trying to explain. I heard Him, I just wasn’t listening. I didn’t call back and disrespect Him or myself again.  That used to be a pattern. Keeping my mind still and on Him was my only thing to do at that moment. It was the only way to show Him I want to be His slave. And as His slave ,calling Him to argue is not an option. But being able to put myself in my place was feeling good to me. I didn’t want to make more unhappiness. All over a misunderstanding. 

If I could only take it back. I would. I wanted Him to have what He wanted, my goal was His happiness. I really wanted that. I was looking forward to that, so much. I wanted Him to feel the care and love I put into His task. And in one moment, I was lost. I do regret it. I was so happy to make Him feel proud that He owns me. Proud that I am His. In a world filled with people, He chose me! I’m grateful each day. I love Him so much. But my actions showed it at first, then it was gone.

Where is a slave to go from there…

What about the woman in me. This is a side we tend to forget. It’s not all about the lifestyle. I can be a slave, but I’m always me. How do I feel about myself… today was a tough day. I wished on my first text that an explanation was asked for , and given. I feel maybe the entire thing could have been avoided. That the task at hand was what I wanted. It wasn’t about getting my way. But I felt ,in that moment, I didn’t matter. Which I know in my heart was dumb. I should have asked for information.  I know the woman in me, is not perfect either. I know you are so surprised! The one thing I do know today,  I hurt my man’s feelings,  he’s my best friend, my lover, my Master, my Daddy, my King, my BEAST, my counselor, my love. He is everything to me. I would go to the ends of the earth for Him. I need Him, he’s my first and only love of my life.

I need to look into His eyes, I find myself. I need His laugh,  it reminds how wonderful life truly is. I need His strength,  as some days are tough and He gets me thru them. I need His smile, as it melts me inside.i need His hug, as it makes me feel loved.  I need His talking with me, as it keeps me intrigued with how brilliant He is( i think so!).  I just need Him, as He keeps me grounded. To send Him a morning text, so He knows He’s the first person on my mind when I wake up. I know what I want. The woman in me loves time with Him for many reasons, as I’ve mentioned. Sex with Him is just icing on this cake, orgasms are the sprinkles!

What Does My Heart Say:









I love you Daddy

– His slave , His woman

It takes a beast, to calm a beast

I have writings that have never been published,  for my eyes only. As I was reading them I realized just how far my Daddy and I have come.

When He started training me, I fought Him like a baby animal, with thoughts in my head that I would win. Well, look at me now! Almost a year together, and I don’t piss Him off every time I turn around! Just occasionally now. Working on it. It’s wise to work on, cuz I don’t want Daddy near my ass, well unless He’s fucking it. But then He’s behind me and anything could happen. Always stay aware…

As I was reading my diary excerpt, I was intrigued so I started at the beginning and really paid attention to what I wrote. The one thing I can say about my Daddy, He pays attention to detail. He knew why I fought Him so hard back then, was that others had failed miserably,  and He would not. How He knew I would eventually give up, I don’t know. When did He know that we belonged together, and this would work? Beyond me. I had no idea it would last this long, but I’m so glad it has.

I used to pride myself on making sure no man could get through my walls, the barbed wire, electrified fence, moat with crocs in it, and poisonous snakes. Guard dogs. I was one woman, that even hell didn’t want to touch, yet somehow someone knew that to fight me, you need a demon. So, for me, they sent Satan himself. I do call Daddy, a beast. Only because He had His hands full when we started, I’ve calmed down immensely,  not that He should relax anytime soon! But He’s got me, and I like that He conquered me! As I know it was no easy feat. And why should it be. I have been damaged, I’ve been to hell and back, so the only man that can really claim me, or even share my bed with me, must be a demon. Head demon to be exact.

Why did it have to be such a rough beginning. This is a good question that I ask myself. I could be all hearts and flowers, but if you know me then you know it’s fake as hell. I have refused to be on my knees for men before. Just because we are in a lifestyle that calls for submitting,  doesn’t mean I was going to. I had never been on my knees for a play partner, or anyone who hasn’t earned my full respect! This is no lie. I have bowed down only 3 times my entire life as a slave.

Funny thing , none of them ever seemed to notice. And that was their failure right there. I was the only who knew they’d be gone quick, so quick. I would use them for my own pleasure, then be done. While they are trying to gather their own thoughts , I’m already onto the next. This was the old me. I’ve taught many subs/slaves. If He wants you, He must prove it. Which makes my point all the more sweeter, ‘ most dominants in this lifestyle are players’. Never bow down to  that.

Be careful who you kneel before. You will have to submit too. Another pride of mine.  I won’t submit. Still, old me, old way of thinking.

When did this change for me? Well, from reading my diary excerpt, it started to change last summer. My Daddy, had had enough of my behavior. I really figured He would just run home to His mommy and need cuddles. But NO, this man, this dominant,  this fucking BEAST stayed put, and right in my path. It takes a beast, to calm a beast. I finally met my match. The showdown was spectacular.   I have always tried to believe I didn’t need anybody. I couldn’t be loved,  I wouldn’t submit, or kneel. Fuck them all for even trying. But the BEAST in front of me was either going to learn a lesson, or He was going to turn me into a pile of mush.

I never wanted to be soft or gentle.  But now I am. He won. The beast in me, fell to her knees. I submitted wholeheartedly.  I knew I had to. For this BEAST broke me down to my last breath. A fight like no other has ever known. Nearly an apocalyptic event! No man could do what He has done. There is proof, my girls have never seen it happen, but they’ve seen me have my way, and my damage path was full of headstones of old dominants, or shall I say ‘wannabes’. Tail between their legs, curled up in the fetal position, thumb in their mouth, crying for mommy. But not my BEAST,  He stands proudly, let’s me stand by His side. I proudly kneel before Him, I smile to myself each time I’m in position and He enters. He earned it!  I enjoy it! As He shows me all the time ‘ Who I Belong To’ I’m always beaming with pride!

Hell had one trick left up their sleeve, they saved the best for last.  He’s mine! I’m so His!  I wasn’t His first, but I’m damn sure I want to be His last! I’m broken down, He broke me over and over til there was nothing left. He builds me like an architect makes plans for their finest building. Beaming with His own pride, He deserves to be served like the slave that I am. I will serve my Beast as long as it works for us both.

He never has to worry. I don’t look at other men. Why? Because no mortal man has ever done what my BEAST has, conquered me. I don’t care if he’s vanilla or kinky, rich, thinks I’m hot. FUCK YOU ALL . Only one man deserves ALL of me! The one which has my respect, the one who didn’t back down from me, the one who I kneel before and serve. I know my Daddy is a mere mortal man too, but in my eyes, He’s perfect. There is nothing He can’t do. He already did the impossible,  got me to submit. He has my respect. I don’t care about other men. They don’t impress me. There isn’t anything they can give me that Daddy doesn’t, and more. Yes, I love sex, but empty sex is not what I’m after. Daddy has what I need. He owns me. I’m fully His. I want my Daddy! Only my Daddy! No one could take my eyes off of Him!

I love you Daddy♡ my BEAST ♡