I knew what I was doing was wrong, but wrong doesn’t mean it wasn’t fun. I reread my paragraph upon paragraph of porn proudly, ‘no going back’ now I think to myself. Scanning the letters already sent just to make sure I haven’t spelled anything incorrectly due to being on my phone, I even get a bit hot and bothered myself. The last paragraph is my favourite.
“I promised you I’d be good yesterday but now you’re ignoring me and you know that’s no fair. So now you can think about how I’m fucking my self without you. You can do nothing about it either because apparently this shitty meeting was more important. Just imaging your baby girl playing with all the toys you bought for her and I mean all of them. Dildo, nipple clamps, ass plug, hell-I’m even wearing my collar. But you’ll get nothing, no pictures, no videos, no nothing. Exactly what I got from you. See you at home
P.s , we’re out of bread”
The writing was perfection, I know how he wants me to tease him but know I just need him to see it. I’m not even planning on doing anything because once my Daddy is home he’ll use all my toys on me later when he gets home , Daddy will do it better anyway.
I was only told how long this meeting will take “roughly 3 hours “ were his exact words and Daddy is yet to see my messages so I am feeling cowardly I have the ability to delete them and only be punished for trying to hide things from Daddy. A far easier punishment than what I’m in store for now. The thought brings a smile to my face.
I go about my day and by a half an hour of working on my daily tasks I have forgotten what I had said. That is until my phone beeps. I have to go looking for where it is , finding it on my desk with the work I had finished and I see a text.
From Daddy. Oh shit
“Count your blessing you little slut”
I don’t know if it’s fear or lust filling my body but I am intrigued by it. I can’t wait until he gets here .
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/m6bkfj/texting_my_dom_f_perspective