Right about now, I would do anything for an entire day of Daddy/baby girl alone time – just one whole day in which Daddy and I could focus on each other and be our unchecked, unfiltered selves. We are connecting in so many small, barely tangible ways that it makes my heart swell with desire and pride in the love that we share. Yet we need some time to reconnect in private and reinforce the D/s dynamic of our relationship.
That being said, I can’t believe I’m writing this. I can’t believe I’m sharing this. I can’t believe I’m going to beg for this. But I am.
And what exactly is this uncomfortable truth? This embarrassing “this”?
I need pain. I am Daddy’s little painslut and I need him to break me. If I got my wish of an entire day with Daddy, I would beg him to use me, to hurt me, to abuse me, to bring me to tears, to push my limits beyond anything that I may have anticipated, and to force me to submit by means of the deep hurt that only one of his pain sessions can provide. I need him to use my body, to spank and cane my ass, to fuck all my holes into oblivion, to put me into subspace, bring me out, and then beat me again, to break me and remind me that I am his little whore and that I exist only to serve him.
The good little girl in me wants to delete every last word of what I have just written…a good little girl would never beg her Daddy to hurt her. A good little girl would never want pain.
But I am a good little girl…Daddy tells me so all the time. I’m a girl who does as she’s told, who obeys her Master, who takes what she is given (both pleasure and pain), who doesn’t refuse her Daddy anything. And part of being my Daddy’s good little girl is taking, needing, and begging for that wretched, yet desired pain.
Please hurt me, Daddy, please…
1 week ago