A Daddy Dom, Just For You

Whether you just want to sext him or humiliate me too

I’m just desperate to see him talking to other girls and having them send him pictures

I want him to tell me how much hotter they are

Or be in a group chat and see all the messages of them sexting

Made me better

I let him inside my head and he put everything back the way it was supposed to be

And now I’m not a feminist anymore.

Now I’m a good girl

He fixed me

I work properly now

Like how I’m supposed to

He didn’t change me

He didn’t make me different

He just helped me find what was always there, took away things that were in the way

He fixed me

It felt weird at first, strange, wrong sometimes

But he explained it so nicely and simply for me, and I saw he was right

He knows best

He fixed me

I listened and it made sense and now it doesn’t feel wrong, it feels right

Because it is right

It’s natural

It’s how I always was, I was just confused

Head full of things I didn’t need and don’t want anymore

He put me back the way I was supposed to be

He made my cunt work how it was meant to work

Now I’m wet and ready all the time, like a good girl

I’m a good girl now

He fixed me

I was a feminist, or thought I was

But it was just a phase

I got better

So, dear bimbo, I have some bad news for you - you can't actually, permanently, reduce your intelligence, barring genuinely getting brain damage, I guess. Trust me, I tried. A lot. Ultimately, you still have a lot of learned habits, ideas and neural pathways that can't just be erased with some hypnosis and a snap saying "you're totally stupid now".

Except I lied - that's not a bad thing at all. In fact, it's a very, very good thing. It means that your big, smart head, so full of ideas about literature, language, engineering, medicine, law or history - whatever it was you decided to be smart at, is also capable of redirecting your "intelligence" into actually important things.

Which is why I would like you to stop thinking about your IQ, or your EQ, or whatever silly smartness score there is that you care about. No, we need to talk about your PQ. Your Porn Intelligence.

"What is Porn Intelligence?" I hear you ask.

Simple, my little curious thing, it's a measure of how smart you are at being porn. If your brain is so smart, so full of ideas, then why do you think you can't fill it up with all the ideas of how to be the best porn you can?

Why are you trying to empty it, to make yourself dumber, when you can instead make yourself smarter in a much more useful way?

Why focus your smarts on the unimportant stuff, on being someone smart. A lawyer. A teacher. An engineer. When you can instead learn what are the best camera angles to show off your tits?

So, I wanted to coin something - a score you all dumb sluts can work on increasing, realistically. Each new way you find to make yourself more like porn. Hotter, sluttier, easier to jerk off to, you can gain a point of PQ.

Make a tracker, even.

Learning that it's better to always show off cleavage? That's a PQ point.

Finding out that always having something tight around your ass, so that people can stare, even without you knowing? Another PQ point!

Posting your tits on the internet, for others to jerk off to? I'd give you three, just for that! So smart!

Learning all about what kinds of fake tits will make you the best slut? Jerking off to the imagination of yourself with them? Yeah, that's a point too.

And actually getting them? Making yourself irl jerk-off fuel, permanently, irreversibly. Well, that'd put you into the "genius" part of the PQ curve, wouldn't it?

So, girls, whores, sluts and bimbos - why are you wasting your precious, silly little brains trying to be stupid, when you could just get a super high Porn Intelligence instead?

@daddyslittlepuddle wasn't born to be a person. Who was born to be a wet hole.

I need a daddy. Not in a performative way—not for roleplay or cutesy scripts. I need someone who actually sees the parts of me that fall apart without structure. Someone who knows how to step in when I’m spiraling, who doesn’t flinch at the mess, and who doesn’t make me feel like a project.

It’s not about calling someone “daddy” because it’s hot. It’s about what that role means to me. I want to be cared for in a way that’s steady and protective. I want someone who gives me rules and checks in when I’ve gone too quiet. Someone who knows when I need correction and when I just need reassurance. Someone who doesn’t just tell me I’m safe—proves it.

I’m stepping into something new right now—something that scares me more than I expected. And it’s making me realize how badly I crave containment. I don’t need someone to fix it. I just want someone to hold the space around me. To be bigger than the fear.

He allows me to be wholly myself, while gently and firmly guiding me toward becoming even more. With him, I am free in his ownership, cherished, and protected. And because I am safe in his hands, I can surrender to every delicious, wicked, playful thing we share. To serve and please him.

I could not place him higher in my heart he is already my sun, my axis, my everything. I revere him, I worship him, and I would crawl beside him into fire and through darkness for all eternity. This is not a passing kink—it is the very fabric of my life, a bond that is sacred, consuming, and magical beyond words.

recently i mentioned that i could never go back cuz i love having a soft, smooth pussy. Daddy decided to teach me a lesson for thinking i get to decide anything about His toy. i love what He wants me to love. so now i have a landing strip cuz Daddy said so. i hated it soooooo much at first but its only been a month, maybe 2? and i already love it, just like Daddy said i would.

evry time i shave i get so fucking wet thinking about how im doing this just cuz He decided to make me do it. and evry time i touch myself and my hand slides over the little strip of hair, i remember how evry part of me belongs to Daddy - it makes me soak so quickly and start breathing fast, almost like Hes there touching me. and i get so close to cumming so much more quickly knowing im entirely His, stopping right on the edge cuz only Daddy makes His pussy cum 💗

you act like falling apart was some grand tragedy. like you fought back. like you resisted.

but let’s be honest— you were easy. a few names, a little attention, and suddenly you’re drooling on command. spreading when told. whimpering just to be noticed.

you weren’t broken. you were waiting to be ruined.

there’s nothing strong underneath. no mystery. nothing special. just a pathetic, brainless mess desperate to be ruined.

i didnt think about it or hesitate at all. i knew with every cell in my body that He was right and dove onto His feet. it was like i was making love to them, licking, sucking, kissing and moaning in ecstasy the whole time. because i absolutely worship every inch of Daddy ❤️

He told me i was a good girl and let me continue up His legs to His Balls and Ass while He rubbed His Cock all over my face and slapped me with It. using my face to worship Him just felt so right. then He finally let me take Him all the way down my throat and told me to cum.

it was one of the best orgasms i think iv ever had - i couldnt breath at all and i didnt care, i just kept swallowing and i think i saw stars when Daddys pussy started throbbing and squirting. i started to bring my head back up and Daddy pushed His hard Cock even deeper into my throat. i swear my eyes rolled back in my head and He made me cum again. and again.

I look down at my handiwork. She is sucking me for all she is worth. Her whole focus is my cock. There is not a single thought left in her head. She sucked them all out.

It’s fun to use her submissiveness against her. That and all the conditioning I had down to make her want to suck. To want to worship. To want to please. To want to feel my cock down her throat. To taste my cum. All of that has led to here. Her sucking me off. The only thought she has is suck. So that’s what she does.

She started off playfully. Teasing me. Getting me hard. Licking her lips. Talking about how good she is. How she has trained for this. I smile and let her begin. She gives a wink as she takes me in her mouth.

What she doesn’t know is that there is a suggestion right now that is effecting her. The more she sucks me….the more she sucks her thoughts away. She sucks until there is nothing left and the she sucks more. All emotion is gone. All thoughts are gone. There is just sucking. Sucking harder. Sucking like a good mindless girl. Sucking like the good obedient toy I made you. This moment is about me. My pleasure. And your reward is my cum.

Luckily for you my cum is also what gives you back your thoughts. The best part, your mind so easily accepted all of this. Let’s see how long it takes to free yourself from this. To earn my cum.

I love becoming a cockdumb suckslave....

Aww... Too much?

Huh? Did you say more?

I want him to shush me and tell me it's all gonna be okay as he pushes his cock in and stretches me out.

#1 Day Out with Daddy

On Sunday, Daddy woke me up and wanted to take me out to breakfast before bringing me back home to play with (see post #3 for that story).

He had me put on a dress as usual, but put my new Lush toy in, and we went to breakfast. we walked there and He kept teasing me, bringing me closer and closer to the edge, and i started holding His hand, just to keep it together. i kept begging Daddy to pleeease let me cum, but evrytime He would say no and remind me that i love to edge for Him.

We had an amazing breakfast. He didnt play with me too much there, just a bit after we finished our meal and while i was in the bathroom. then Daddy wanted to walk to a local record/video store to buy a movie to watch later. again i couldnt help but squeeze His hand like crazy to keep from moaning and gasping but i just felt like evry single person knew, like they could see on my face what a whore i am, or they could smell it on me or something. i kept getting all these looks which only made me blush more.

i felt so "watched" the entire time and of course cuz i am Daddys whore, that only made me more humiliated and excited. finally, in one of the stores, right in front of the security cameras, Daddy turns it up really really high and tells me to cum. i saw the cameras, i knew i was right in front of them, but it was too late. before i knew it i was cumming and squeezing Daddys hand as hard as i could to keep from screaming.

we walked home while Daddy continued to tease me, made me loudly tell Him that "im a good girl", and then when we got home He stopped me just inside our front doorway, put me on my knees in my position and made me cum again.

#2 Anal Toy

hard to not have this be my #1 moment from the weekend, but you'll have to wait for tomorrow to see what that was 😉

anyway, the drugs we ingested at the start of the night are finally starting to wear off so we decide to do some more. i sit up as Daddy grabs the plate thinking id rail some, when Daddy corrects me that i need to get in my position (thats been a thing for most of our relationship - me face down, ass up, on my knees). so Daddy gets ready to insert the drugs in my asshole, laughing at me for being dumb enough to think i do them like a normal person. as He said, "toys take their medicine with their holes"

So i finally get to take my medicine, and it hits HARD and FAST. im moaning and writhing on the bed in ecstasy, so Daddy keeps playing with my asshole and grabs the lube to start fucking me. and as He's not even all the way inside me, im begging Him to stop cuz it hurts and all i can think about is how much it hurts and how could it still be this painful when iv spent all week stretching my hole for Daddy like a good girl.

so Daddy grabs the anal desensitizing gel from His drawer and im thinking about protesting but i need to be fucked so bad and i just want it to feel good. He put the gel in and i kind of feel this hot burning sensation and then just like that, evrything goes numb and i cant feel anything at all. and Daddy starts fucking me hard and doesnt stop until He's finished and i cant fucking think or string two words together anymore.

Isn’t it obvious? My happiness is your happiness. Anything that makes me happy makes you happy, too. Anything that makes my cock hard makes your cunt wet. 

So when I hit you, and it makes my cock hard, it’s going to make your pussy wet. When I spit on your face, and it gives me butterflies, it’s going to make you feel all warm and fuzzy. When I rape you, and I cum inside you, you’re going to cum all over my cock. 

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