I’m what I would consider to be a good daddy. I’ve been doing it for over a decade now and have had many ups and downs. A lot of trial and error on my end, especially in the beginning. But I’ve always been there for my girls during their lowest and most vulnerable moments. I’ve been there to cheer them on and be their life coach, guiding them to do better. I’ve been there for every tear that’s been shed, every depression episode, every scary anxiety inducing moment. Talking them down from the ledge metaphorically, and a couple times literally. I have been there to help them through their toughest days. Reminding them to take their medicine, eat and drink something, to encourage them to do self care and be kind to themselves. I’m practically an unlicensed therapist by this point. And don’t get me wrong, I LOVE being a daddy more than anything. I love being their safe space they can always come to. Being a daddy just comes naturally to me. I wouldn’t have changed a single thing about any of my girls. And I’m proud of each and every one of them.
But… all work and no play makes daddy a dull boy. It’s hard being a daddy sometimes because while you’re taking care of your littles needs, it means I’m often putting my own needs aside until they get better again. In good conscious I’m not going to initiate any sort of play if my girl isn’t in the right mind set. And sometimes that goes on for months.
It wasn’t until an old former baby girl of mine reached back out to me did I discover what I really needed in life. Through her I discovered my love for cnc blackmail. Her and I talked for years on and off. She has BPD and the usual anxiety/depresso espresso combo. And she would be fine for awhile, until her BPD would get really bad and she would disappear again for awhile. This wasn’t uncommon for her. She would get bad and then disappear for months, sometimes close to a year. But she always comes back for a month or so, and we’d catch up like nothing happened. That was our routine.
Now this particular little girl of mine was very kinky and into a lot of fucked up things like I was. She was beautiful in an alternative punk rock way. Tall, fit, short hair, really busty for her frame, and a no fucks attitude. And my god was she ever bratty. I forget how it originally started. But her brattiness got the best of her. It always did. We used to talk about all the ways I would rape her and make her submit. She got all cocky and bet me I wouldn’t be able to find her after giving me her name. Well… she lost that bet! Not even 10 minutes later I had texted her a screenshot of her private Facebook and her apartment number. She was impressed… and very wet. I showed her screenshots of family that shared her last name, friends that had liked her posts. I reminded her of all the pictures I still had from over the years displaying her slutty, wild side and how easily I could send them out to everyone she knows. Now I was going to really make her pay for her bratty ways. I pushed her to do things she never tried before. Soon enough she was finding herself naked in places she never imagined. And all of the horrible things about blackmail and rape written all over her most private parts. Having to beg permission to use the bathroom. She was a dripping wet mess usually. Until her BPD got the best of her again and she dipped out. She’s since reached out again and is doing much better.
But now I was hooked on this whole blackmail thing. The feeling of power is indescribable when you hold someones (social) life in your hands. With a few messages to friends or family I could easily destroy her social circle. If they could see her through my eyes they’d never be able to look at her the same again. To them she’s an aspiring girl, working hard to achieve her goals. She’s well educated and not afraid to get her hands dirty to earn what she deserves. But to me, she’s the rape loving, little cum guzzling slut, eager to keep me happy. Or at least she was. Once you get a taste of blackmail it’s hard to go back to an ordinary caregiver role. Since then I’ve been blackmailing women for fun, twisted sadist needs, and a few times have even helped get former girls out of blackmail situations.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/s4bp5a/all_daddy_and_no_dom_until_i_turned_to_blackmail