Kept Little Kitten

Loved.

Protected.

Adored.

Worshipped.

Respected.

Connected.

Compatible.

You make Daddy so proud.

Keep sucking the nice man’s cock.

Up and down.

That’s it.

Show him just what a good, little cocksucker you are.

No hands.

Just your mouth, tongue, and throat.

Good girl.

You make Daddy so proud.

Slobber all over the nice man.

And don’t forget to lick his balls.

No, don’t suck them.

He likes them licked, not sucked.

Get that saliva all over his hairy balls.

Lick him like a lollipop, baby girl.

Like the lollipop I bought you at the county fair that time, remember?

Yes, baby, the one I bought from that other nice man.

Yes, and then I let him use your pretty pussy while you laid on your back in the dirt and licked your lollipop behind the Ferris wheel.

Such a good memory for such a little girl.

You made Daddy proud that day too, baby.

Ok, that’s enough ball licking for now.

Go back to sucking the nice man’s fat cock.

Daddy is so proud of you, little girl.

Now, you keep your focus on this man’s pleasure, baby.

Keep him moaning and cursing just like he is.

See how much he’s enjoying your young, sweet mouth?

You’re making him feel so good, baby girl.

And that makes Daddy so proud of you.

Daddy loves you because you’re such a good girl.

Now don’t get scared, baby girl.

This nice, nice man is going to hold onto your arms super tight.

See how he can fit them both in one of his big, huge hands?

Good girl.

And now he has his other big hand free to control your head if he needs to.

Why, baby?

Well, in case he wants you to take his fat, old man cock deeper in your baby throat, of course.

Or, in case you start to make too much noise.

Why would you make noise?

Well, baby girl, while you’re making Daddy so proud sucking this nice man’s cock, Daddy needs to use your little girl bottom.

Daddy just can’t take it anymore, baby.

Daddy is going crazy from dreaming so much about your sweet little bottom hole.

You don’t want Daddy suffering, do you, baby?

You want to make Daddy proud, right?

And you want Daddy to keep loving you, don’t you?

Daddy will love you so much more if he can put his cock deep into your tight, untouched, bottom hole, baby.

He’ll love you more than anyone has ever loved you before.

You want that, don’t you, baby girl?

Don’t you want Daddy to love you more than he has ever loved anyone else before?

Good girl.

That’s Daddy’s very best, good, little girl.

I love you so much, baby.

Hold her tight, now, man.

Don’t let her push away.

And when she starts to scream, push yourself deep into her throat.

She can take it.

It’s ok if she passes out from not being able to breathe.

Daddy’s going inside your little bottom hole now, baby.

And it’s going to feel so fucking good for Daddy.

Fuck yeah.

Daddy needs this, baby.

Daddy needs this so bad.

Just choke on the nice, man’s cock.

Choke on it, baby girl.

That’s it.

Choke on it while Daddy goes deep in your butt.

Fuck, your asshole makes Daddy feel so fucking good, little girl.

Daddy has to go harder.

Daddy can’t ease up.

Fuck, it feels so good.

Your blood is helping me slide in easier, babygirl.

Such a good, little girl to bleed for Daddy and help him fuck you harder.

Yes, babygirl, I hear you.

Daddy knows it hurts.

But your pain makes Daddy feel so good.

Daddy wants to love you.

This is how you gain Daddy’s love.

So you just keep choking on that cock.

Do your part, baby.

Daddy has to tear your ass up.

Good girl.

Will You hurt me even harder if I make You tell me again?

Will Your opinion of me sink even lower than it already has if I make You tell me again?

Will You be even more mean and degrading to me if I make You tell me again?

Will you be more forceful with me, physically, and cause me more harm if I make You tell me again?

Will You punish me by throwing me into a group of mean, heartless men as a free use whore if I make You tell me again?

Will you cause me deep, psychological scars that will never ever, ever heal if I make You tell me again?

Will Your overwhelming brutality increase exponentially in proportion to Your frustration level with me if I make You tell me again?

Will You stop loving me, permanently, if I make You tell me again?

It’s ok.

You can tell me the truth.

I can take it.

Indelibly marked by His love.

Relegated, by circumstances, to the shadows.

Worshipping Him from afar.

Humbled by His care.

Appreciative of His most valuable time.

Grateful for His endless presence embedded deep into my soul.

Kneeling for Him every night.

Eternally devoted to Him.

All my respect.

All my awe.

All my heart.

Forever and always His sideline cheerleader.

Be well.

Live well.

Love well.

Master of me.

I kept waking up with my ankles bent up by my head and to Daddy pounding relentlessly hard into my aching asshole.

Then He would choke me out again.

In the morning, Daddy said He had made me pretty by decorating my neck.

Now I wear a lovely necklace made of Daddy’s bruises.

Everyday my necklace turns a different, pretty color…black, blue, purple, green and yellow.

Daddy says it makes me so very beautiful.

I want to be pretty for Daddy.

I want to make Him happy.

Daddy says I have to wear a scarf when we go out now because other people won’t understand how truly pretty my necklace really is.

Daddy says it’s our little secret.

I do what Daddy says.

Violently used.

Passed around.

Sold off.

Who will ever believe it?

I’m just a silly, little girl.

Completely insignificant.

Who will ever believe me?

No one.

No one will believe it.

No one will believe me.

They’re big, strong men.

Older men.

Powerful men.

Dignified men.

They’re too strong.

They have too much standing.

No one will ever believe me.

I just need to endure it.

I just need to survive them.

I just need to shut up and take it.

I love that you suffer for Me in silence.

You just take what I give you.

And I have so much more suffering to give you, kitten.

I see your discomfort.

It makes Me hard.

I see those prickly barbs beginning to cut open your soft, creamy flesh.

Makes Me want to push them in deeper.

I see the awkward way you're moving, trying to avoid the kiss of that razor sharp steel.

Makes Me want to pull up tight on that slack and keep you in your fucking place.

To suffer for Me.

To take what I give you.

In silence.

I just love it that you don't complain, pet.

Even in the most mundane circumstances.

He lets me know He’s always there for me.

He always makes sure I can feel the strength of His physical presence.

So that I always feel safe.

He always has my back.

He protects me.

He loves me.

He owns my heart, my mind, my body and my soul.

Fear.

Darkness.

Paralyzing my mind.

Choking my sanity.

Making my skin crawl.

Strangling my frail spirits.

Fear of not pleasing.

Fear of disappointing.

Fear of not measuring up.

Fear of failing Him.

Again.

Desolation and sorrow are my only companions.

Fear of displeasing.

Fear of disapproval.

Fear of His discontent.

Fear of rejection.

Fear of retaliation.

Fear of vengeful acts.

Fear of isolating punishments.

Fear of hospital recuperations.

Try hard not to think about it.

Thinking is too difficult for little girls.

Just try to breathe through the despair.

Perhaps devastating fear will assuage the hunger the dynamic requires?

Perhaps the piercing bleakness will befriend me to accompany the desolation and the sorrow?

Try hard not to think about it.

Thinking is too difficult for little girls.

Just embrace the terror.

This is where you live now.

This is all you’ll ever have.

This is it.

Correct my position.

Correct my tone.

Correct my attitude.

Correct my thoughts.

Correct my posture.

Correct my style.

Correct my mind.

Correct me.

Pretty, pretty please…

Connected.

Joined.

Even in His absence, I am still linked to Him.

Our souls, forever entwined.

He owns me.

My most cherished possession.

My property.

Owned.

Controlled.

Cared for.

Marked.

Used.

Fucked.

Punished.

Rewarded.

Loved.

Adored.

Why so dramatic?

I knew you could take it.

Didn't I tell you so?

Remember?

I told you l was almost finished.

I told you what a strong, brave girl you were.

You just kept making Me harder and harder with all that pathetic sobbing of yours.

Really it’s all your own fault, pet.

You know that, right?

Why do you keep forcing Me to push past your "limits".

I just don’t understand it.

Why not just take it like a good girl?

I tell you l'm almost done.

I tell you that I’m close to spilling Myself deep inside your warm, wet, slit.

But instead of just quietly enduring My abuse for a little bit longer, like a good girl would, you wail and whine and scream no, no, no, no, pleeaase.

You left Me no choice, really.

You see that, right, darling?

You see how I had to go even harder on you, right?

Push even deeper.

Press even harder.

You see that, right?

Right?

Good.

Good, little one.

I’m so glad you agree with Me and see the error of your ways.

See, there’s no need for all this drama, is there?

No, of course there isn’t.

Here, let’s dry up those beautiful, glistening tears.

There, now.

There’s my good, little girl.

I’m so proud of you.

You’re so strong and brave.

You believe Me, right?

Good.

I’m so glad you do, pet.

You’re going to need to be My extra strong and brave girl now too.

All right?

Good. Very good.

Let’s turn you over, now, face down and ass up.

No, no, don’t fight Me.

Just do as you’re told.

Good girl.

See, how easy that was?

See how pleased I am with you?

You want to please Me, right, little one?

Oh good, I’m so happy you do.

Now remember, you’re My big brave, strong girl, right?

Yes, you are.

I know you are.

I need you to keep being brave and strong for Me, all right?

Because I’m going to rape your little asshole right now.

No, see now, you start crying and I start getting harder.

No, little one, pleading and begging won’t help you either.

Now I just want to hurt you even more.

And it’s going to take Me even longer this time to finish, pet, because I already came in that tight twat of yours.

There, there, little one.

Why so dramatic?

I know you can it.

Remember?

Yes, right here in the park.

Right now.

Be quick about it.

I have My meeting soon.

Good girl.

Now, get on your knees.

Good.

Your obedience turns Me on, pet.

Yes, you may have My permission to pull My zipper down.

Such a sweet kitten to ask.

Yes, you may take My cock out.

Good pet.

Look at Me now.

Just hold me in your hands and look up at Me.

Yes.

Just like that.

Fuck.

Yes.

God, yes, I give you permission to suck Me off.

Go deep, little one.

Fuck.

Such a good whore for Daddy.

Daddy loves that you do as you’re told.

Daddy loves how you debase yourself for My pleasure.

Daddy loves His sweet, slutty kitten.

There.

Keep going.

Daddy’s going to cum.

Fuck.

Swallow it, cunt.

Swallow every drop.

Don’t you dare fucking spill or make a mess.

Or Daddy will have to beat you here on the street.

Good girl.

That’s a good whore.

You’re Daddy’s good, little whore.

Clean Me off now and zip Me back up.

Get off your knees.

Get dressed.

Hurry up.

I don’t want to be late.

Good girl.

You pleased Me so much.

I’m so lucky to own a good, little girl like you.

Now go on home and lock yourself up in your cage.

Daddy will be home for lunch.

I will give you another chance to please Me then.

Stop me from overthinking.

Quiet my brain.

You’re the only One who ever knew how.

Pretty please stop my endless thoughts.

My invasive overthinking.

I don’t know how to do it.

I am lost without Your guidance.

I need Your control.

I need Your insight.

I need Your sage advice.

Pretty, pretty please…

Put an end to all the intrusive sentiments.

Kill my prying doubts and meddlesome insecurities.

Ease my broken psyche.

Pretty, pretty please, Daddy.

I’m begging You.

Pretty please tame all my wayward thoughts.

Just as You have tamed me to be Yours.

I already told you no.

You're fine out here.

I do not allow pets in My motor home.

As I've already said.

You'll stay out here.

On that rock.

Tied up like the animal you are.

When I feel the need to empty My balls, then you can prove your worth to Me.

Until then, I expect you to shut the fuck up and remain quiet until you can prove yourself useful to Me.

I work hard and camping is My way to unwind.

I come out here to relax.

Nutting in your holes is My recreation.

Don't worry, I'll throw a soft blanket over you at night.

But for now, you've pissed Me off by making Me repeat Myself.

Repeat Myself to you...a pet... My animal.

Such a disrespectful cunt.

So I'm going to skull fuck that pretty little face of yours and bang your head against that rock until I nut deep in your throat.

That's how we'll reset this camping trip, pet.

Now, where does My little cunt of an animal stay on My camping trips?

Good.

Outside.

Good cunt.

Yes, that's right, where animals belong.

Good girl.

Try and wash it all away.

But you will never get rid of the filth.

It has already sunk deep down into your bones.

It has been absorbed into the depths of your very soul.

And now, all you know is darkness and depravity.

All you crave is abuse and violence.

All you respond to is objectification and cruelty.

This is who you are now.

Accept it.

Embrace it.

Serve it.

You cannot wash away the filth, little girl.