Some version of you exists in my mind, Drenched in sweat, Quivering So degraded and humiliated you’re trembling, Skin stinging from rope and an open palm, A clit so sore you don’t want to move, Burning, scorching marks from the paddle, Nipples pulsating from the bite. You don’t understand. You don’t understand. How could you? […]
I am the other side of you Daddy. Ying to your yang.
Love this entry. It is a beautiful read. Thank you for sharing Daddy. I love you.