“I crave her obedience like oxygen.” — Unknown I need that. I need to be told what to do to make Daddy happy. I need him to crave my obedience. I need him to want that. It would be so easy to say yes if I were just asked the question.
Tag: BDSM
It Couldn’t of Happened any Other Way
Maybe my submission was destined from the start.
The Perfect Sadist
He is the perfect sadist to my emotional masochist. Daddy has left marks without even lifting a hand or touching me. Leaves me with that uncertainty and unsettling feeling. Some marks puncture the skin and draw blood, but that is not necessary to get the blood pumping and the heart racing. Maybe though, I will… Continue reading The Perfect Sadist
Packing Up
My first step into bdsm was actually through romance novels, more specifically, Harlequin romances. I stole a few from my mom first when I was in junior high, and as I was packing up some things today, I noticed I still had the first two. They are worn and slightly yellow, but the silverfish never… Continue reading Packing Up
Haunting
You haunt me. But I want to haunt you the way you haunt me. I want to affect you the way you affect me. I want you to feel the desperation. I want you to feel me possess you.
Lisa Gray 