sweet misery

Does it hurt?

Is it uncomfortable?

Is your ass burning from My beating?

I want to see you suffer.

I need to feel it.

You want Me to take you in? To own you? To guide you and teach you? To take care of you and protect you?

Then I must know that you’ll suffer for Me, girl.

I need that more than anything.

And only the strongest and most special little girls can give Me what I need.

So suffer for Me, girl.

Show Me what you got.

When he calls me good girl, I melt. 

When he calls me good girl, I feel safe and protected and cherished and heard.

When he calls me good girl, I know that I’ve done well. That I’ve pleased him and made him proud. Which is one of my greatest joys in life.

When he calls me good girl, I want to curl up in his arms and have him hold me forever. But I don’t need to because his words are a warm embrace all their own.

When he calls me good girl, I want to try and work even harder to please him.

When he calls me good girl, I feel squishy inside.

When he calls me good girl, I feel like I’ve been given a gift.

When he calls me good girl, I slip into a pile of warm ooey gooey submissive happiness.