bree🤍

I need rules. I need the structure, the stability, a way to obey you even when you’re not around. I’ll whine and complain about them, but we both know that deep down, I crave them. That I want you to put me in my place when I act up or don’t listen. That I want to shine under your praise when you tell me that I did such a good job listening, that I’m such a good girl for you. Daddy, I want you to be in charge, and I want you to show it. To take care of me and make sure I take care of myself. I just want to obey you.

You aren’t really worthy of it anyway.

Blushing furiously 

where he strokes your hair and moans? And tells you you’re such a good girl and how he’s so proud of you? And grabs your ponytail and shoves his cock down your throat? And tells you how pretty you look with a mouthful of cock? You know those? Yeah. Those are my favorite.