I love the bruises Daddy left me. Not only are they pretty, but they feel nice, too. This is just one if many all over my body.
Daddy’s bruises are a reminder that he loves me. Some are from pinching, sone are for biting. But all of them were because I was a bad girl. And what does a Daddy have to do to a bad girl? Help her learn right from wrong. Teach her how to behave and to obey Daddy; Daddy always gets what Daddy wants.
When does things like that or holds my throat in public, people look a little uneasy, most likely thinking it’s an abusive relationship. But I always have a big smile on my face, and I giggle when we squeezes tighter.
I happily submit myself to him. My submission is very special, and I don’t just give it to anybody. I submit to him because we love each other equally. I submit because I can trust him. I submit to him because he’s rough with my body and gentile with my heart.
I’m his; and only his. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
~Enchant