How It Feels To Call Him Daddy
I have a dirty little secret… I ache to be controlled. And to be used in selfishly dirty ways. And also to be protected.
These desires are difficult to admit to myself, let alone share them with somebody else. My kinks are dirty. I want to feel pain. I want to be forced. I want to be made to do things I’m too embarrassed to even write about anonymously.
I crave rules.
I crave him.
He has strength and power. My body betrays me. He has complete power over my body before the first touch. Certain words he says and the way that he says them… I throb instantly. I ache. And then when he does touch me, it’s game over for my sanity. I am completely his in every way possible.
Understanding is much deeper than knowledge. There are many people who know us, but very few who understand us.