Effortlessly, I’m lifted off the bed. There is such a thrill in knowing I’m your little paper doll, practically weightless. Years of athletic dedication have sculpted you, and throwing me around is no task at all. There is no want for masculinity here: you personify it.
For a moment I try to visualise myself through your eyes, keenly aware that “Clever Pet” has been made unintelligible by the combination of sweat, spit and cool cotton of the sheets.
Brought to the lounge room mirror, you place me on the floor, holding the rope to steady me from toppling. One hand there, the other cupping my face. The load you left between my cheeks is sliding down my thighs, mixing with my own arousal.
“Look, little one. Aren’t you lovely?”, your hand squeezes my face a little tighter, forcing me to look at myself in the mirror. I don’t dare look away, as much as the sight fills me with an unnerving cocktail of humiliation, shyness, and want.
I nod in response.
“Do you know what your back says, baby? Or were you too preoccupied with how I filled your little cunt?”
“I don’t know”, I whimper, near breathless, longing to have you fill me again.
You hold the Polaroids in front of me and I bite my lip at the scene.
“Angel. Kitten. Precious” reads my back, and my heart swells a little, my head spinning into the trance of sub space.
The last photo momentarily stops my breathing.
“Property of….”, my muscles tense as I read your reddit username, boldly printed across my ass.
And then the cursive officiality of your signature, strategically penned under your favourite avocado.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/j9g0ec/letters_to_daddy_3_mdom_fsub_bodywriting_bondage