Daddy’s Emotional Support Fleshlight

Because I had been Disgusting Little Pervert for almost a decade and I was bored.

And because Daddy calls me his emotional support fleshlight since we saw it somewhere.

My Daddy is @englishdom. I am variously his baby, his whore, his sex toy, and his partner of 8 years.

My kinks are very focused on orgasm control, humiliation and dehumanisation, with some pain and giving up control, and recently exhibitionism.

Hard limits: scat, blood, bruises, anything permanent, children, racist or ableist play. I can stand some degree of misogyny but general ‘submit to the patriarchy’ play feels lazy to me.

I would love to make subby friends, particularly female, to chat and exchange experiences and ideas. Whilst my DMs are disabled, if you send me a non-anonymous introductory ask, I will reach out. Also open to chatting with dommes, subject to Daddy’s approval.

I don’t engage in any role play, sexting or submitting online. Happy to chat with men who want to talk about D/s in general, philosophical terms but if you want anything sexual, talk to Daddy. If you want to refer to yourself as Daddy or Sir, find your own sub.

Useful tags (all tagged here for easy navigation):

#personal is my own writing, covering fantasies, experiences and musings

#daddy has experiences with Daddy

#whoringchronicles covers stories of the times when Daddy has made me fuck men for money

#tits are magic includes mostly reblogs of women with gorgeous large tits of whom I am extremely jealous

#anal only covers a period of time when Daddy wasn’t fucking my pussy

Daddy pulling my face down to his cock so I can just hold it whilst he watches porn. Feeling my mouth fill with saliva, getting slicker and heavier as his cock settles into the entrance of my throat. He reaches down and strokes my head, tousles my hair, and I could live here forever. Sometimes he grabs my hair to hold my head in place whilst he rocks back and forth, fucking my mouth; other times he uses that same grip to set the pace for me to suck him. It’s lazy and quiet and peaceful.

A little later, clambering back into bed after water and a pee, I ask if he’ll fuck my face whilst it hangs off the side of the mattress. He agrees and pushes into my mouth in one stroke. When I open my eyes, I can see his balls and ass cheeks and my world feels so reduced. With his cock still stuffed in my mouth, Daddy begins hitting my cunt. It’s over the pyjamas so not too painful but each slap makes my brain go quieter. Then, he’s jerking himself off while I lick and suck his balls, I’m not thinking anymore, just doing what comes naturally.

I love him so I don’t safe word out loud (even though I’m screaming it in my mind) when he arranges for numerous men of little attractiveness and sexual skill to pay him to fuck me.