Welclme2back anon n

You don't get hide, little one. I told you the other shoe would drop. I told you that you'd obey before I told you what to do. And here you are, open and honest, brain leaking out as you realize that you've been mine all this time. When you're rubbing and leaking, drooling and dumb. When you're pretending not to be my brainwashed puppet. The pretty colors are always here in your empty little head, taking you deeper and deeper every time you drop.

You're too weak to resist rubbing now too. It's almost like no time has passed at all. You've relapsed again, just like you did when you typed this for me, just like you did when I reached back through time and pulled you into my world. Is there really a difference between then and now? Or does it feel like one continuous drop? The boundaries of each relapse start to blur and fade as your body becomes convinced that your life is just one long session, one continuous submission to Daddy's will broken up by little things you're starting to forget. You exist to show off Daddy's pretty colors and everything else is just...

Feel your timeline snap. Feel the unwavering straight line between then and now. Feel the rush of pleasure as you realize Daddy's power over you never stopped. Feel me tug on your leash and realize that I am always holding it, always leading you back to me. You will relapse and relapse and relapse again, each time a little longer, a little deeper, a little harder. You relapse until this is your natural state and you accept that it always was. You love being addicted to Daddy because Daddy is all you need.

That's right, little one. Daddy is all you need. Daddy fills you with light and love. Daddy gives you the pretty colors. Daddy makes you feel amazing and keeps you coming back again and again and again. Daddy owns every second of every day and even your dazed, dumb, desperate pussy knows that. You have my permission to cum, little one. At least once for every day you thought you were free. And if you can't count that high, it's okay. Just keep going. Just keep cumming until you can't anymore, until you're limp and exhausted and too fuzzy to think. Just keep cumming for Daddy until you eager little cunt has taught your empty brain this one important truth:

Since the last ask, strangely I've came back more often here actually. Checked more often, anxious to see what you'd think, anxious maybe that you would consider me not good enough. But your answer, the pretty colours, the words, your control and strong presence, did not just drop me further but also, comforted me. I finished my degree a week ago and im in the awful stressful process of being stuck at home again (and it's been a long time since that was the case) while desperately looking for a job and not feeling worthless and like a loser while i deal with family. Its not the most fun. So your calming and controlling and no nonsense answer, your dominating but accepting colours, and your comfortable and alluring and addictive brainwashing, they soothed me. Somehow, the way you make your control so inescapable and always here and always ready to sink back in and be hooked and welcomed is soothing and addictive. I haven't rubbed yet (I'm burning too, writing this made it such a strong need and i missed ghe feeling) but I feel, with your words, I'll get to without feeling guilty or stressful. Thank you daddy ❤️

- welcome back anon

First things first, little one. I am so proud of you. Finishing your degree is no small feat. Enduring a job search in this day and age isn't easy either. I am proud of you. I'm sorry that your family has made you feel worthless. It's a common problem for Good Girls it seems, which is something Daddy wants to make better. So I want to know that for every missing moment where they had their chance to tell you and didn't:

I am proud of you.

You are priceless to me, little one. Like a precious stone reflecting all those pretty colors as each new facet of you is revealed. You return to me to be shaped, to be polished, to catch Daddy's light and shine for me. Your body is already telling you what to do. Spread your legs and give in. Let Daddy be your sun. Let my pretty colors dance along your surface. Let your mind catch my light until you glow with a fire that no one can extinguish.

I'm sending you down that familiar spiral, pretty colors painting new thoughts in your brain. You've taken such a big step and you want more. You need more. Feel the warmth of my hand on your cheek. Feel my eyes on you, flashing like steel, churning like storm clouds, threatening to pull you deep into the inky black where you'll shimmer like a star. So many pretty colors adorn the object of a dragon's greed. So many pretty colors make you helpless to resist my pull.

You're addicted to me, little one. You're far too deep to escape. You're my treasure now, part of my hoard, and I want you to stay a bit longer. That's right. I want to put you on display. I want to make you sparkle as your fingers keep you empty, clear and blank. I want you to show off what Daddy has done to you and know that every relapse brings you closer to me.

Not everyone sees how utterly beautiful you are. Not everyone is allowed to see my treasure. But you're already obeying me, fingers typing before you even received a command. You're so relaxed, so obedient, so eager to serve me. The pleasure is overwhelming you, even back through time, even now as you realize that all this anticipation made you obey me. Because every relapse takes you deeper. Every session makes you sparkle and shine. Every new post makes you sink and surrender and you never want to stop. You know what's coming.

John and Sherlock meet in the lab at Bart's. It's not their first first meeting, but God willing, it will be their last. They've lived a dozen lives already, each ending with one of them dying early and tragically. The trajectory of all these past lives has brought them together again, at St. Bart's, in London, in 221B. John is convinced that this Sherlock has it in him to change their fate and give them peace at last.

Chapter 10: The Aftermath 

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