Rules of the game. You will roll the dice and the dice will tell you the position and what you need to attempt to fit inside your pussy. Afterwards you’ll send me proof in dms or submission that you got it to fit. If you fail, you must try again. If you get any options that aren’t possible because you don’t have them or can’t do them for whatever reasons, then simply reroll.

Roll 1: Position

1.) Down on all fours

2.) Stand legs spread wide

3.) Kneeling legs spread wide

4.) Bent over bed

5.) Laying down on back

6.) Laying down on stomach

Roll 2: Item (Roll 3 die)

3.) Marker

4.) Tooth brush

5.) Hair brush

6.) Panties

7.) Your favorite toy

8.) Doorknob

9.) Cucumber

10.) Plunger

11.) Pop Bottle (Roll for size of bottle 1-2 for 12 oz, 3-4 for 20 oz, 5-6 for 2 liter)

12.) Pop Can

13.) Remote

14.) Object to your left

15.) Lit Candle (Roll for how many)

16.) Champagne Bottle

17.) Makeup Brushes (Roll for how many)

18.) Bat

Hey there slut ;)

My phone dings as the message appears on the screen. Another one from another new number. He’ll never leave me alone. He’s been doing this for years. I have no idea who he is, how he got my number, or why he’s so obsessed with me. I’ve denied him countless times but he always pesters me. He knows that if he messages me when I’m vulnerable enough, I’ll give in. But I’ve been good lately. I won’t give in.

I pick up my phone to block him again when another message appears.

I figured out your address, little one.

I stop, paralyzed, and stare at the screen. I’m suddenly freezing in the hot, sticky room. My heart starts racing and I can hear it in my ears. My stomach turns and I start shaking so bad I drop my phone.

The phone hitting the floor stirs something inside of me and the terror fully sets in. All the r4pe threats, all the teasing about what he would do if he ever found me. I knew it was no longer just a fantasy to him. My legs feel like jelly and I fall to my knees next to my phone. I’m too scared to pick it back up.

I hear another ding.

Shakely, I grab my phone, but now it seems to better resemble a bomb. On the screen is my address. He wasn’t lying. Under it is a warning and a list of instructions.

You’re going to do exactly what I say. You’re not going to be able to stop me this time so you can either make this easier on yourself or have a worse punishment. Your choice. Your Daddy is finally going to be able to have his fun with you. But I have to punish you for ignoring me first.

A shiver runs up my spine as I remember the videos he’d send of sobbing girls being fucked and 4bused while being forced to beg for more. He always said those men were too easy on those girls.

You’re going to leave your door unlocked tonight. I have other ways of getting in but the easier you make it for me, the easier I’ll be on you. You’re going to make a copy of your key for me. I will find you in nothing but some cute panties for me to rip or there will be severe punishment. Make sure you have alcohol for me to get my little one nice and easy to use. I’ll see you tonight, whore ;)

I feel like I can’t breathe. Sobs shake my chest before I even realize I'm crying and the tears stream endlessly. The room is spinning and it’s as if I just stepped into an alternate reality. I can’t believe this is really happening. I try to stand but I feel too weak. I try to focus on taking deep breaths when I notice the ache between my legs. This can’t be real. I can’t be getting wet from this.

I reach under my skirt and before my fingers even touch my panties, I can feel the wetness leaking down my thighs.

Another ding from my phone.

And remember, Daddy does this because he loves you.

Her dirty fuck-hole gets thumbed (but 100% not enough in my book!)...

But still finds a moment to tidy her hair...

That's what i call 'maintaining standards', girls!