My Daddy owns me. All of me.
I wasn’t sure what I was looking for when I started out here. I was unfulfilled, empty, and looking for some quick relief. Something about Daddy’s initial message stood out to me. I remember him telling me my inbox would be flooded with hundreds of messages, but his would be the one I wouldn’t want to miss. Boy, was he right.
I met my Daddy about a month ago now. It seems like that isn’t a long time. Yet, in many ways, I feel like he knows me better than some of the closest people in my life. Sometimes, he knows what I want and need better than I do myself. He knows when I need to be pushed, punished, and used. He knows when I need a hug and to be told how special I am. He knows when I need a gentle kiss on the forehead followed by a harsh slap across the face.
He gets it.