Shame is the killer of our spirit.
I am a baby girl who needs a Daddy Dom. I'm not a little or a slave, he is my Daddy. Yes I obey him. Yes I let him guide me. But I don't do it because I'm afraid of punishment, even though that could happen, I do it because he loves me so very much. I do it because Daddy knows how desperately I need to feel protected. I do it because Daddy makes me feel safe.
My collar calms me. My blindfold helps me feel peace. My restraints keep me present in whatever expierence He is leading me through.
The soft strokes from the flogger center my scattered thoughts.
The shock and resounding sting from the riding crop push my brain until I'm just barely holding on.
Then the smack of his hand on my ass. The delicious feel of his skin on mine. The warmth that spreads across my ass gains footing in every inch of my body.
Daddy knows exactly when I have finally let go. He knows when my brain has finally shut down and given me peace. He knows when I'm ready to give myself to him body and soul.
This is when he gives me the perfect gift and fucks his baby girl until I am a quivering mess begging him to let me cum. And when he says "yes" I am wholly his with the explosion of my body.