Daddy likes my blog!  He read everything so far and was pleased so I'm happy!  Hopefully as he reads this, he'll comment on the blog itself so all the world will know what he thinks.
I was hoping to chat with him today, but he must be busy working so I just have to let my imagination run wild.
Speaking of running wild, the one thing that won't be running wild is me when Daddy gets me alone in his place.  I think the first thing that's gonna happen is Daddy will take my by the neck and put his collar on me.  When that leather gets cinched around my neck and he attaches a leash to it, I know I'm going to feel pride in submitting to a real man.



I can't stop obsessing on this and knowing that I will soon be in my leather skirt and heels being trained by Daddy in how to be the best slut that he wants.  I'm excited for the discipline.  To know that if I'm disobedient, or if I just hesitate, my ass will burn with the pain of Daddy spanking or paddling me.  It will be only a matter of time until he breaks me to his will. I know he will give me pain, clamping my nipples, spanking me to tears. But I know that in causing me pain, he will be freeing me.  Daddy's gift of pain is my slut training.  How will I ever make Daddy proud when he shares me with his friends if I can't take his training lessons? I will thank Daddy with my tears and my begging as he owns me with every smack.


Everyone knows that there is only one way to stop a crying slut and that is to give her mouth what it needs and craves.

Daddy's Hard Cock.