Daddy said this dumb little bitch might get a chance for a cummie if I edge my leaky little button throughout the day….oh please please tell him I’m being such a good leaky girl and I deserve my cummies….🥵😵💫🥵
Daddy has me wearing my small plug in my needy cunnie today at work. It’s so frustratingly small that it teases me without providing any real satisfaction…as I stand waiting for my train this morning all I can think about is how it feels like Daddy teasing my needy cunnie with the tip of his thick cock…laughing at how pathetically wet and needy I am…seeing how my thighs quiver from such little stimulation…. I can feel myself dripping down the plug 🙈🙈🙈my mind keeps drifting…wanting to grind against everything I see…. I don’t know how I will last all day at work being this needy 😵💫😵💫😵💫
My worst coping mechanism isn't the pain. It's missing it.
I grew up believing love was something you survived, not something you received. So now, when life is quiet, I find myself longing for the very thing that destroyed me…Not because I enjoy suffering but because my trauma convinced me that if I'm not hurting, I'm probably not being loved.
People think healing means forgetting. I remember everything. I remember that little girl who would've accepted anything..cruel words, abandonment, humiliation..if it meant someone stayed a little longer. She never stopped waiting. She just grew into an adult who mistakes destruction for devotion and emptiness for comfort.
Now i chase the very thing that once destroyed me…I beg men to use me, hurt me, break me…to leave me broken and empty because this is what I am meant to be. After all, defective runts like me are not real women…we’re simply property…toys for men to play and break.