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Entry #3
wasn’t expecting to write an entry so soon after the last one, but holy shit, [Daddy texted me today](https://www.reddit.com/r/MaxineSapphire/comments/6atcnk/i_said_yes/).
I found [this](https://www.reddit.com/r/MaxineSapphire/comments/6avg1c/v_hoping_to_get_collared_this_week_x/) while packing, and it almost seems like fate.
Entry #2
*Bang Bang – Nancy Sinatra*
It’s been a week since I’ve last written, so I figure it’s time for an update.
Though I have been following the schedule relatively well, I’ve found that I’d rather have tasks to accomplish during the day at my convenience instead of following the rigid time schedule introduced in [Entry #1](https://www.reddit.com/r/MaxineSapphire/comments/69b49m/maxines_journal_entry_1/). While my snapchat hours will remain consistent, I’ve decided that the rest of the tasks on the schedule just need to be done by the end of the day.
What’s weird is that, just a week and a half in, I feel great. In fact, I feel incredible – today is my 10th day sober, and following all of the tasks has made my life so much simpler in a number of ways: I’m exercising more, eating better, stressing less, and sleeping earlier.
The boyfriend, having noticed my sun-kissed olive skin and the slight toning of my ass from exercising outdoors this past week, has been fucking me more frequently than usual.
Entry #2
*Bang Bang – Nancy Sinatra*
It’s been a week since I’ve last written, so I figure it’s time for an update.
Though I have been following the schedule relatively well, I’ve found that I’d rather have tasks to accomplish during the day at my convenience instead of following the rigid time schedule introduced in [Entry #1](https://www.reddit.com/r/MaxineSapphire/comments/69b49m/maxines_journal_entry_1/). While my snapchat hours will remain consistent, I’ve decided that the rest of the tasks on the schedule just need to be done by the end of the day.
What’s weird is that, just a week and a half in, I feel great. In fact, I feel incredible – today is my 10th day sober, and following all of the tasks has made my life so much simpler in a number of ways: I’m exercising more, eating better, stressing less, and sleeping earlier.
The boyfriend, having noticed my sun-kissed olive skin and the slight toning of my ass from exercising outdoors this past week, has been fucking me more frequently than usual.
Entry #1
*There’s No Home For You Here – The White Stripes*
I had originally imagined that I would be writing my first journal entry under happier circumstances, but I find myself writing today as a little girl without a Daddy.
He ended things with me this past Monday. We were communicating by text, and he asked me to do a small task. Admittedly, that morning I was feeling particularly bratty, so I asked Daddy how he could know whether or not I had done the task, and how he could know whether or not I’d lied. He said that he was relying on trust, so I tested the waters–I’ve wished hundreds of times that I could take this moment back–and lied, saying I’d done it. A minute or so later, I texted him that I actually hadn’t, and waited with anticipation for his reply.
I was wet at the thought of disobeying him, because I thought I knew what the outcome would be: when he finally came to Seattle for the first time to see me, he would show me what disobedience leads to. My clit pulsating, my mind began racing with thoughts of all the possible punishments he could possibly inflict on me–tie me down, spank me, make me cry Daddy, fuck my whore throat Daddy, abuse me into submission until I’m a spit-and-cum-covered mess, so you can show me that I am nothing without you.