fuckyeahsirharder:

Yeah, that’s about right.

rolledtrousers:

She got an illicit thrill from calling him ‘Daddy’. The words would fall from her mouth with the slightest break in her voice, as if she was admitting a little secret, and a shiver would run through her body. They were moments she savoured. 

But when she dressed up for him, with that in mind, that shiver ran through her uninterrupted. When she felt the pigtails brush against her shoulders, the thought would flash across her mind, that single word, that single feeling. An illicit thrill.

And when he looked at her, dressed like that, the feeling was amplified as if through a microscope, everything too big and powerful to fathom. It was that that she sought, above all else. That feeling of being completely minuscule while at the same time the centre of his entire world. Adorable, and adored. 

And then she’d call him ‘Daddy’, he’d smile, and she’d melt. 

masterfin:

phoenyxsgirl:

Head up, ass up, crawl like you mean it.

Well said

firmdaddy:

well said

misterzodiac:

Good girls maintain eye contact unless told otherwise.

smutcentral:

(via slavetrash)

forpets:

Breaking is finished, domestication is nearly complete, all that’s left now is training and care.  She’s well on her way to a wonderful life.

deservingoftorment:

She will remain here until the next client arrives to use her.

fuckyeahballgags:

still counts!