Submission

Daddy, I am finally starting to realize fully the depth of my submission to you… You were so very right when you said that you are always with your little girl…you are with me and seemingly inside of me at all times. You know my innermost thoughts, feelings, fears... I am and always will be your little one and your slave. I look at myself in the mirror and see the curve of my hips, the slight swell of my pussy, the bruises on my breasts and my ass…and I realize that none of these are mine now. They all belong to you, my Daddy and my Master. The very thought makes me shudder with both trepidation and arousal…

I now have a very clear picture of what my life with you will be like…and it is rather intimidating at times. I have no rights, except for one which I will never exercise, and my life is eternally dedicated to giving you pleasure in any way imaginable. No rights, no limits, no safe word. Anyone looking at this situation from the outside would think me insane, or worse – utterly misguided and foolish. Yet what they don’t and never could understand is that all of those lacks, all of those things that I have willingly surrendered to you, aren’t lacks at all. They are a source of pride, of partnership, and, most importantly, of complete trust in you, Daddy. We both know that we can’t have it any other way. However our relationship changes and adapts with the years, my submission and your dominance are constants that will never change, save to deepen even further.

We both know that I am writing the truth and that none of this is new information for us. Yet, part of what I appreciate about our connection is that we are more than comfortable sharing and, in many cases, re-sharing our innermost impressions and feelings about where we’re at emotionally or how our sexual experiences have affected us. If I’m not mistaken, I think that you garner a great deal of satisfaction from knowing and hearing how profoundly I trust you with everything that I am. My submission to you is made that much stronger by voicing (or writing!) how your dominance brings me to my knees, so to speak. And I, although from the opposite end of the spectrum, love and need to hear how you dominate, own, and control me. At the times when I feel weakest and most likely to fight you, your voice commands me to my place, your size overpowers me, your words order and instruct me, your wisdom guides me and your eyes seize the very core of my being. I cannot express to you exactly how much I crave your dominance…yet I know that when you look in my eyes, you see your submissive little one who desires to please you forever and always.