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| �Who do you belong to, little one? Tell your girls who is your Daddy!� �You are Sir,� I whispered. �Speak up!� �You are my Daddy Sir, you are!� �Are you sure this is what you want, little one?� �Yes Sir! I�m sorry Daddy,� I said as I began to cry. �Take off your clothes down to your panties and T-shirt, little one.� I did as I was ordered in front of my girls and in front of Jimmy who I flirted with and was hoping to play with. I striped down to my black panties and Tank top. I was kneeling for over 15 minutes when my Daddy ordered one of my girls to get me a pillow to put under my knees. Jade walked over with the pillow, but didn�t make eye contact. I took the pillow, and placed it under my knees. �Thank you, Daddy,� I said. He didn�t respond. I knew he was mad at me, and I knew he hated having to punish me. But I also knew I deserve it. Another 15 minutes passed before I felt Daddy�s hand on my shoulder. I didn�t hear him get up, or walk over to me. I leaned my head into his arm, and started crying again. �I�m sorry Daddy,� I said as tears ran down my face. He gave me his hand, and helped me off the floor, and I cried some more. He held me close to him, as he rubbed my back. I experienced a sense of relief I didn�t know I could. I strongly believe that I would have to be taken forcefully to submit to Daddy. I never knew that I would have to submit to my need to have a Daddy before I submitted to Daddy. I was in bottom space that entire weekend. Daddy and I didn�t play physically like I played with my girls; it was more of a mental domination. A mind fuck! Before he would fuck me, I had to beg him for it; telling him how much I wanted to feel him inside of me, or how bad I wanted to taste his cock in my mouth. I waited on Daddy hand and foot. Whenever he requested something everyone knew not to move, that I would get it. I tried my best to make it up to Daddy before he left that weekend. He told me that he was proud of me, that I finally got over the barrier that prevented me from submitting to anyone. He told me that he loved me, and that he was proud to be my Daddy. It became easier and easier for me to submit to Daddy. He constantly pushed my limits by ordering me to submit in front of Doms that knew me as a Dom. I knew that was his way of keeping me in my place. I didn�t mind because I really wanted him as my Daddy. I needed him as my Daddy. ~ Nowadays people know me as a switch. When I tell them that I have a Daddy they ask me why, why not a Master or a Mistress. I guess the easiest answer is: Daddy�s have more love, intimacy, compassion, and respect for their grrls or bois. Sometimes I need that, and I know my grrls and bois need it as well. Millarca -Daughter of Darkness |
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