You’ve hypnotized me, Daddy. You’ve turned me into your little whore. Every time I’m near you my pussy throbs thinking about you. You’ve got me swollen and wet right now. Dripping. Clit pounding.

I arch my back. My fat pussy lips pressed into my panties. I could cum now like this. If you commanded it. Listen, Cum, Obey. Remember Daddy.

Remember how I would fight back? And you would tear my panties down and put all your weight on me. Then, whether I was ready or not, you shoved all of your dick deep in me. Sometimes you would rip me, or drag my lips in with you. My pain for your pleasure. Right?

You knew how much I loved it too. Within seconds I’d be dripping wet and on the verge of cumming. Ready to submit. Ready to listen. Ready to cum. Ready to obey. 

You bring me to that place Daddy.

The place where our demons dance. The place where my pain and your pleasure live. The pain is not misery. I crave it as only a true masochist would. It’s nothing short of delicious.

I love what the pain creates in me. I love leaving my head and only existing in my body. No thoughts. Free from the constant stream that is real misery. Going to that place is like ecstasy to me.

I’ve become brainless.

All that I feel is the energy coursing through my body. It’s a place where I live to please you and I’m your special little girl. With eager ears, I listen. Your words become poems. Your voice mesmerizes me until it’s all I can hear. I willingly fall deeper into your trance. 

What you speak is my command, and you always seem to start off with all the things I love to do. You make sure to tease me. Controlling when I cum. Fucking my mouth or my ass because you know how my pussy cries to be filled by you. 

Then you call me the best little fuck toy. Daddy’s special girl. 

I’ve captured all your attention. 

Daddy’s sweet little princess. His favorite little toy to play with. The object of his adoration. Thank you, Daddy. Thank you for making me feel so special. Daddy knows I would do anything just to make sure I’m his favorite girl. 

You make it so easy for me Daddy.

The way you touch my body. The way you kiss my pussy. The praises you rain down on me. All the time that you spend on me. Under your spell. The words you say become my thoughts. My body is under your control. I am your toy to play with.

Then you’d tell me to cum. It doesn’t matter if you are inside of me or not. You don’t even need to be touching me at all. I will cum for you. And when you’d say it again, I focus all my attention and energy on cumming again, then again, then again… 

I’m hypnotized, Daddy. Mesmerized by you. You’ve trained me. I belong to you. You own me, Daddy.

You make me feel so good.

But only when you want to.  Why do you have to make it so hard for me? It feels so good to be adored by you. I really, REALLY try Daddy.

I don’t want to be just your favorite girl though Daddy. I want to be the bestest girl. The only one who gives you everything. Even if it hurts me. Especially if it hurts me. 

But the more pain you give me, the more pleasure I want. Isn’t that fair Daddy? I give you my pain for your pleasure all the time. Any pain you want from me in exchange for any kind of pleasure. 

Do you know what I really want Daddy? I want a lifetime of pain and a lifetime of pleasure. I want you to promise to always fuck me, always bring me to my place, always train me, always use me, and always protect me. 

I don’t understand why you don’t need it as badly as I do. 

How could I ever enjoy another when I’ve been trained to find my pleasure in pleasing you? How could any other voice command me to cum? How could any other man control me? How? You’re the one that trained me. You’re the one that owns me. 

I don’t understand how you can let it slip away.

I miss having you in my bed every night Daddy. I miss waking up to you inside of me. I miss your voice in my ear, telling me to be a good girl for you. I miss you so much, Daddy. I miss having you in my life every day. I miss being a good girl for you. 

I still train for you, Daddy. I want to be ready for you. Whenever you are ready. I train for you, Daddy. I watch our videos every time I touch myself.  I imagine you are here with me. I touch my body the way that you touched me. I can hear you commanding me. I cum only when you tell me to. 

Why don’t you want me anymore Daddy?

Was I not a good girl? Am I no longer your favorite girl? Was I ever?

I only want my Daddy’s love and adoration. I only want to feel loved and adored by you. 

All I have are the memories of moments when I felt as if I was special to you. Just a little taste of what it could be like to have Daddy’s complete admiration and devotion. Despite everything that we did and all that we shared, Daddy was never truly mine. 

It broke my heart while you were here with me and it breaks my heart still. It’s so much more painful now though. At least when you were here with me I could pretend that you needed me too, because I had you here next to me.

Now I’m all alone. 

I’m left to face the truth. Daddy doesn’t want me. He never wanted to own me. He only wanted to dance with my demons. He only wanted a vessel to pour his sadistic desires into. I was never special enough to mean anything to him beyond that. 

I know I am flawed.

I’m damaged. Injured. Impaired. Fucked up. Broken.

Too damaged to be desired. Too injured to heal. Too impaired to ever understand why you still mean so much to me when I always meant so little to you. Too fucked up for anyone to put in the effort to figure me out. Too broken to be worth the effort.