Please Degrade and Humiliate Me

i like being slapped around and spit and pissed on and made into a pathetic mess but only after ive been told how precious i am

i like being “daddys filthy slut” but i dont like being a “worthless ugly bitch”

It’s not always wet pussies and spanked asses. 

Sometimes it’s moodiness and hormones and rough days. It’s stressful work lives and busy schedules and anxiety. Sometimes it’s all of the above, when not only do I struggle with getting into a submissive headspace, I don’t even want to try. 

That has been a difficult truth to accept. I know that doesn’t make me a bad submissive, but I’m still surprised by how my inability to submit during a difficult day could also be absent of my desire to submit. Aren’t I supposed to always desire it, no matter what?

Yesterday, I was PMS-ing hard and was the most hormonal I’ve been in a long time. I had a long, emotionally draining day and desperately needed an orgasm at bedtime. I hadn’t cum in several days and pretty much thought I would die if I didn’t do so. But like most girls with Daddies, I needed to ask permission to masturbate, and I needed to ask properly. 

The problem? I wasn’t in the mood. I’m a little ashamed to admit that I felt entitled. I’d had a hard day. Didn’t I deserve an orgasm? BB would understand, right?

“I would really like an orgasm,” I stated.

“I know you would,” he responded. “Ask properly, please.”

“I feel too grumpy to ask properly,” I confessed. It was true. Replacing my crankiness with deference felt impossible. I wanted to feel strong, not small and vulnerable.

“Do it anyways,” he said. “Grumpiness doesn’t get you out of my rules. You submit to me regardless of your mood, particularly on something like this. So, ask properly if you want to cum tonight.”

I felt his words starting to chip away at my bad-day-hardened exterior. I knew he was right, and his adamance that I comply with the rules was comforting. He was not about to fold for me and I didn’t have a choice. It seemed like I did: ask and maybe get an orgasm, or don’t ask and don’t get an orgasm. Here’s the thing, though–I obey orders. It doesn’t matter how grumpy I am; if he tells me to do something, I’m compelled to do it, even if it takes me a minute to get there. Barring a legitimate issue, I don’t ever tell him no.

Finally I said, “May I cum tonight, please, daddy?”

I expected him to deny me, but he allowed it. He felt that I’d needed it after the shitty day, but he also made it clear that, short of something serious, my mood doesn’t matter in submission. Just as it’s his job to take care of me and look out for my best interests even if he’s grumpy, it’s my job to reciprocate when I’m feeling that way, too. 

After asking permission, I softened. I allowed myself to be small and vulnerable, and I remembered that I love that feeling. That feeling of being taken care of through discipline and structure and the consistent reinforcement of rules?

Let’s be honest, girls have anxiety.  Studies have shown that women have a higher likelihood of having anxiety and have it more severely than men.  And if your girl has panic attacks, they can devastate her.

It’s your responsibility to help her avoid them.  So let me give you an example of how I dealt with my girl’s imminent panic attack last night.

My girl dances for a major ballet company where I live, and it’s Nutcracker season.  She had a major part in front of a huge audience last night, and she mentioned that she felt like she wanted to run to the nearest exit.

So I took her by the arm and literally dragged her to the nearest private bathroom.

When we got inside, I said, “put your nose in that corner and breathe deeply until I tell you otherwise.”

She was confused.  She didn’t understand why she was getting a time-out.  But, being the submissive little thing she is, she complied with a sheepish, “yes, Sir.”

She stood in the corner for two minutes.  Every time I didn’t see her breathing deeply, I just commanded, “breathe deeply, I said.”  As the seconds passed, I kept gently reminding her, “I’m still here.”

At the end of four or five minutes, I commanded, “face me.”  She spun around.

Her face was colorful again.  Her panic attack had been averted.

“It’s gone?” I asked.

She nodded with a smile.

Just because she has an affliction, doesn’t mean she has to handle it herself.  On the contrary.  When she has any kind of issue, particularly anxiety, it’s the man’s job to bring her down to earth.

That’s your job.  That’s why you’re the man and why she’s the girl.

I carry lavender essential oil with me wherever I go.  Mainly for Christina, but it helps me a great deal as well.

Whenever I feel an anxiety attack coming, I get on my treadmill (or go out) and walk for 15 minutes at a fairly fast clip (2.1 mph / 3.4 km/h).  Then I do 100 curls of my barbell (40 lbs.).   Because of the deep breathing, it relaxes me completely.

As a matter of fact, I just did this routine this morning.  I felt an anxiety attack coming, hopped on the treadmill, did 100 curls, and was so relaxed from the deep breathing that I just woke up from a 2 hour nap.

Now I’m fine.  And the best part is, I didn’t take any medication and my body is getting healthier from treating anxiety.

Everyone has to deal with anxiety in their own way, really.  I just happened to have found what works for me and Christina.

But she doesn’t.  Not because she doesn’t want to or doesn’t know the signs, but because I prefer to deal with it myself.

If your girl knows the signs that your anxiety is increasing, great.  You can teach her how you deal with it.  Maybe she could carry a small bottle of lavender essential oil in her pocket or purse, or maybe she could make the suggestion that you go for a walk.  

Somehow, though, I don’t like being told by Christina how to take care of myself.  In my view (and only my view), her problems are my problems, and my problems are my problems.

Defer to him as much as you can.

A friend asks if you can come over tonight?  Tell her you have to ask him.

A salesman wants to know if you want to buy that product today?  Tell him you have to ask your man.

You want to buy something?  Ask your man if you can afford it.

When you defer to him, you’re allowing him the opportunity to create reality out of the vision he has for the relationship and, believe it or not, he does have a vision.

Besides, deferring to your man on even the smallest issues will make him feel needed and will make you feel like he’s in control of your universe - and that lowers your stress level.

Don’t fool yourself into the common girl-trap of “I don’t want to bother him.”  He absolutely loves to be asked these kinds of questions.  You’re handing more control of your life over to him every time you ask his permission for something.  You’ll find your man always, always, always has time for more control.

Defer to him.  You’ll both be happier.

“Just changed you x amount of time ago and you’re already wet again?”

“You’re such a little baby, sitting in your wet diaper.”

“You don’t have potty privileges. You can sit right there in your diaper and go potty like the baby you are.”

“Show Mommy/Daddy how wet you are baby. Knowing you, I’m sure you’re not dry. You never are for long.”

“No you’re not allowed to change. You’re just a baby. You’re not to be concerned about your little diapies. That’s Mommy’s/Daddy’s job.”

“Time for a diaper check baby. I don’t care if you didn’t go. You’re too little to be able to check on your own.”

“Go put on a diaper, then you can potty. No toilet for my little baby.”

“You’re so fucking wet and you love it don’t you?”

“Put some panties on over that wet diaper. I want every inch of that pressed against you so you don’t forget what a little baby you are.”

“Piss yourself for me, like my little baby.”

“Tell me how much of a baby you are while you press that wet diapie against yourself.”

“Mommy/Daddy is going to go potty in the toilet while you sit there in your little wet diapie like a proper baby.”

“Oh you want to be sassy? There’s goes your opportunity for a change. That’s another hour for you. I don’t care if you leak.”

“Let’s see how much those can hold. I’m sure Mommy/Daddy’s little one can fill those up in no time.”

“No big boy/girl panties today. I think today will be a no potty privileges day for my baby. “

“You’re not a baby? Why don’t you say that to me again but this time press on that soaking diaper between your legs.”

“Aww you leaked? That’s okie sweetheart that’s what happens to babies that can’t control when they potty.”

“You wanna use the big kid potty? Alright go sit on it but keep that diapie on. You can pretend you’re a big kid. Oh no, that’s not what you meant? I don’t care. Go. Now.”

“Go sit on the potty with your diaper on baby. Mommy/Daddy wants to see you try to go like a big kid. Your diaper will hold up, don’t worry.”

“Go put on a diaper. I don’t trust you to keep those pants clean. You’re just a baby after all.”

“Aw sweetie did you have an accident in your diapie? Such a good boy/girl for Mommy/Daddy.”

“That diaper is sagging something fierce baby. Good. Now you look like the baby you are. Sit down.”

“Since you like to not do what you’re told so much, why don’t you just go and pee your little pants. Show me how much of a big kid you are without your diapers.”

“If you don’t want to listen, you can put a fresh diapie on over that one. Then we will see how much you feel like being bratty, hm?”

“I want that diaper thicker. My baby is such a little potty pants, we have to make sure you’re properly protected.”

“You can’t walk properly? Good. You can crawl.”

“You’re squishy? Aw darling that means your diapers are working well.”

“My baby had an accident? Aw aren’t you glad Mommy/Daddy knew enough to put you in diapers?”

“Today is diaper day. No excuses or negotiation.”

“Look at my baby trying to be all tough when you’re sitting there in a soaked diaper. You’re cute when you try to be all big.”

“It’s little time. Diaper on, and pacifier in until Mommy/Daddy says. You talk with it in and you ask permission to take it out.”

“I said keep your paci in. Ten minutes humping that soaking little diaper of yours. Maybe that will teach you to listen to Mommy/Daddy.”

“I think you need a reminder of who owns that cute little tushy. Diapered and in the corner. Time out time. Don’t worry, your diapie will catch all your accidents”

“Yes sweetie, you look very big in those big kid undies. Now stop playing dress up and lets get you in a diaper.”

“Are you trying to hide that you’re wet? Oh silly, Mommy/Daddy already knew you were. Why do you think we asked for a diaper check?”

“I know you’re wet. The question is, how wet?”

“Lay on your tummy baby, and keep your paci in. You need some tummy time.”

“I love my little potty prince/princess.”

“You look so good with that paci in your mouth, why did I ever let you take it out?”

“Is my baby fussy? That’s get that little rush changed and down for a nap. No, you don’t get a choice.”

” Aw, baby. You’re too little to use the grown-up potty. Sit on my lap, relax, and go potty in your diapee/pull-up. I’ll help you if you need it. “

” Do you need to go potty? Oh no, you’re too little to use the grown-up potty. I’ll take you to your little potty chair. “

” Let me cut your food up for you, sweetheart. You’re too little for such big bites. You could choke! “

” Here’s your bottle, baby… lay in my lap, you’re too little to drink it yourself. We don’t want it to spill on your clothes, do we? Let me hold it for you. Just put your hands on your tummy and relax~. “

” Uh-uh-uh! Those are adult clothes! You’re much too little for those! Let’s get you in a snug diaper/pull-up–after all, we don’t want you having an accident in big kid clothes~. Stains are hard to get out. We’ll find you more age-appropriate clothes too. “

” Uh-oh, did someone make piddles in their diaper/pull-up? Aw, don’t cry. You’re too little to know when you have to go potty. Let’s get you cleaned up. “

” Nap time, baby~. What’s that? You’re not sleepy? Don’t be silly, you’re too little to go without a nap, you’ll turn into a fussypants. “

” You know the rules; you hold my hand when we’re out. You’re too little to wander around by yourself. You stay by my side at all times. Or do I need to put you in a stroller? “

” Oh no, baby. The public bathrooms are for adults. You’re too little for those. Just go in your diapee/pull-up, and I’ll change you as soon as we get back to the car. “

” You’re too little to check yourself to see if you’re wet or messy. That’s my job~. And no, you can’t change yourself. “

” In the back seat, let me buckle you in nice and safely. Of course I’m using the child-locks. What’s that? You wanna sit in the front? Nuh-uh, you’re too little! “

” Oh, you silly baby! You’re too little to dress/undress yourself! Let me help you. “

- being grabbed from behind by daddy, a dummy gag pushed into my mouth - pinned onto the bed, arms tied above me, legs splayed apart tied whilst multiple nappies are put on me -hands trapped in mitts -put on the floor, forced onto all fours. ankles bound by rope, only enough give that i cant spread my legs open enough too stand without falling over - the nappies so thick that i cant close my legs - given a suppository, forcing me too mess myself - the humilation of being put on a baby mat for a nappy change - force fed a babybottle, the contents dribbling down my chin from where i’m struggling against the bottle - put over daddys knees and spanked for putting up a fight and resisting being “the baby i know i am”

All of this bringing me too the tears, the humiliation being almost too much, Daddy realising how wet its making me.

Being cooed at, “you see, a real baby, you’re wet, you finally know your place”

Its making me wet just imagining this.

Its made me even wetter imagining if daddy watched this being done too me by another sub joining in with him

1. Rules give structure which is very comforting to a submissive mind. To be able to see what is expected, and what is forbidden, allows a little girl to navigate the relationship easily, and with less stress. 

2. Rules remind a submissive who is in charge. Whether she is obeying them, or breaking them, Daddy put them there, and she is reminded that every time she navigates around them, or takes one off the shelf and breaks it. 

3. Rules are useful tools to improve your submissive’s life, and make her a better person. Don’t like that she keeps a messy room? Make a rule that changes that. Don’t like that she eats sweets before bed, and that it makes it hard for her to fall asleep? It must be rule time. Rules help Dominants take care of their littles, because we can’t expect them to take care of themselves all the time.