I scrolled upon a photo of a woman with clothespins on her pussy and marks on her ass. Her Master did that to her. I thought about my own. Thinking about Daddy makes me instantly wet.
I wish I was on all fours being degraded and spanked. I felt the urge to touch my soaking wet pussy, but I hadn’t been granted permission. I kept staring at the photo, and finally I decided to share that with him.
It’s not up to me what happens to my body, I have given my body to him. Truthfully, I’ve given him all of me. I feel tingles down my spine just thinking about it. I am lucky to be his. The luckiest.
He sees the message.
“I saw photos of a disobedient slut. Her master put clothespins all over her pussy and had her on all fours for some serious spanking that left her very bruised.” I felt tingles.
“And you want to tell me that your flesh is at my disposal in the same manner when I choose?” He replies.
I pause and think about this. Of course, I’m turned on by the idea of this happening, but I’m not the one that makes those decisions. It’s him. I submit to him. I chose to give myself to him, and I’m at his disposal in any manner however and whenever he chooses—whether I like it or not.
I trust that Daddy will take care of me because I am his. He knows what’s best for me and my body.
“My flesh is always at your disposal” I respond. My heart is pounding. I long to make him proud with my thoughts and my entire being.
“What a good girl!” His response makes my pussy wet. “So proud. My obedient slut. Tomorrow buy clothespins. Enough to do more than your pussy.” My pussy is throbbing.
I receive his permission to touch myself. My legs spread open, and I start to rub my clit in a circular motion. I rub my middle finger along my slit and the wetness increased. “God, I love my Daddy. I need my Daddy. I crave my Daddy.” Chills work there way down my spine and across my entire body.
I close my eyes and imagine him telling me to undress and get on all fours. I think about him smacking my ass with his bare hands. The sound of his voice is my head. He likes to remind me what a filthy slut I am…a trashy whore whose purpose is to serve him and be used by any man or woman he allows.
I rub harder and faster. “Goood girl. Gooood girl” his voice in my head is the only way I can cum without him. My body tenses up.
Trash.
Whore.
Slut.
Good girl.
Good girl.
I’m proud of you.
Fuuuuuck. My body trembles, my pussy floods the bed, I keep rubbing intensely as I cum for Daddy.
I take a deep breath. “Thank you Daddy. I love you.” I say it out loud knowing he’s not around, but my orgasms belong to him. I lick my wet fingers clean. I’m the luckiest.
A warm indescribable feeling consumes my entire body as I close my eyes. I think about what tomorrow might bring when I hand him the clothespins. I drift off to sleep with his voice in my head “good girl.”
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/pm78l3/good_girl