Little Slut

“You like it when Daddy uses you this way. You need to be forced open every day by your Master’s cock. Take it…take it…”

Almost every time that Daddy pushes his way into me at the start of a sex session, he talks/whispers/growls to me… He always lets me know who and what I am to him at that moment – my use value according to him, a list of precious assets (pussy, mouth, ass, tits), my status as slave. But every once in a while, he’ll use a specific term that catches my attention more than usual and puts me in a place that I never see coming…

“You little slut.”

God, I love being called that… Part of my affinity for the term is that “slut” is such a wicked, debasing word and having it directed at me doesn’t form part of my normal, daily existence. The other part is the fact that when Daddy calls me that, there couldn’t be a more pure distillation of my essence at that moment. I’m pure slut, a nasty whore who craves a hard fucking more than anything in the world. I don’t want to be a slut, but it’s in my nature and I cannot and must not deny it. Daddy wouldn’t allow that.

And Daddy loves his little slut. He loves controlling her orgasms and making her cum while he hurts her with his cock, rapes her into submission, and degrades her with his epithets. He loves picking the precise moment when the pain has reached a boiling point and then commanding an orgasm from his baby girl’s ravaged body… “You see what a little slut you are? Cumming so hard while Daddy hurts you? God, that’s so wonderfully degrading, little one…”

Yes, it is degrading. And yes, I love it. I’m such a little slut…