It's actually true and it works exactly the way it's written here. My baby girl was always on her own, making tough calls, working her ass off, taking care of her family, never thinking about what she needed or wanted. She was tough, but deep down, she was starving for something more. Then we met, and her world flipped. I put her first, gave her the kind of care she never thought she deserved. She got hooked on my attentionβconstant, overwhelming, like a drug she couldnβt quit. Lust, desire, satisfactionβit hit her hard. She fell for me, and how could she not after being ignored for so long?
She came to the conclusion she didnβt like being in charge. She wanted me to decideβDaddy picks what she wears, what she eats, what she does. Now she canβt live without giving up control. All she wants is to be shaped into what Daddy needs, what Daddy wants. She says it herself: her job is to serve me, not stressing about decisions, just simple life, pleasing Daddy.
Nobody ever asked what she liked, what she needed. No one cared. Nobody taught her to think and do something for herself. When I stepped in, I opened the gates, her real desires came rushing out like on fire. All she talks about is being my personal slut, being used, taken, put in her place. It makes her shake, gets her wet, lights her up inside. She loves the power I have over her, she likes the taste, she craves for it.
At first, she fought me. Edging? Hell no. βYou say you love me, so why deny me?β sheβd snap, all fire and stubbornness. Now sheβs obsessed, overdoing it because she knows if she's a bad girl, she gets punishedβand she loves it. "I am trying to be good but it's so difficult" she often says. Iβve never seen a girl so eager to be molded, so damn grateful for it. Her obedience is truly extraordinary and yet she likes the punishment each time she misbehaves. She is only able to cum when I say so, especially when sheβs right on the edge, begging for it. She is always pushed past her limits, not allowed to hold back, trembling, soaked, her body screaming for release and yet, despite all that her mind is locked on pleasing me. That moment when sheβs lost in pleasure, hitting that sweet spot, touching the bliss, the hair separating her from heaven.. I can tell her noβand she will pull back. For me. Thatβs what gets her off more than anything. Me saying no, because in her opinion a Man with a mind of his own is more sexy than a boy who has no balls to decide.
Weβre working on her denial now, training her to wait, to feel that ache and not break. Sheβs so damn good at it, itβs wild. Women like this, who give themselves up like that, to be shaped and trained into what her owner thinks is best and thank you for it are a special type of breed. They deserve to be loved, owned, cherished and fucked hard forever.
