Daddy showed me about forced orgasms last night.


I cried and cried and, afterward, Daddy told me that I did a good job.

Me: *sniffles*

Daddy: And, I’m so, so proud of you, babygirl. Cause you did such a good job of being obedient. I could tell you didn’t want to, but your little hands just kept going, didn’t they?

Me: Yes, Daddy.

Daddy: Who’s a good girl?

Me: Uhm…me?

Daddy. That’s right! And who’s my good girl?

Me: I am! Me!

Daddy: That’s damn right.