u/Persimmonsandhoney11

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I think as a woman, being bred is the ultimate form of submission. My Daddy/fiance and I want kids in our future, so breeding is definitely on the cards! But for now, until we're ready, it's just gonna have to be a fantasy for us.

But MY GOD what a fantasy it is 🥵 I have spent an inordinate amount of time fantasising about the day he finally gets rid of whatever birth control I have left. Just the thought of him all firm and authoritative, yet hungry and primal, whilst he pops each pill into the toilet one by one and flushes them all away. Telling me delicious things like, "You won't be needing these anymore." Or "It’s time I made you a mother."

Omg. It's ridiculous how much the thought of it turns me on. Especially when I'm ovulating, it's like my body is screaming at me to get pregnant. I can't wait to see how my tits and nipples swell, and watch as just one drop of his seed completely changes my body 💕

I think as a woman, being bred is the ultimate form of submission. My Daddy/fiance and I want kids in our future, so breeding is definitely on the cards! But for now, until we're ready, it's just gonna have to be a fantasy for us.

But MY GOD what a fantasy it is 🥵 I have spent an inordinate amount of time fantasising about the day he finally gets rid of whatever birth control I have left. Just the thought of him all firm and authoritative, yet hungry and primal, whilst he pops each pill into the toilet one by one and flushes them all away. Telling me delicious things like, "You won't be needing these anymore." Or "It’s time I made you a mother."

Omg. It's ridiculous how much the thought of it turns me on. Especially when I'm ovulating, it's like my body is screaming at me to get pregnant. I can't wait to see how my tits and nipples swell, and watch as just one drop of his seed completely changes my body 💕

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My fiance/owner works irregular shifts, so sometimes he has to get up for work at 4am. I don’t have to get up until much later, but I still enjoy helping him get ready in the mornings and being awake to see him off.

This morning, he woke up very horny and desperately needed relief. As a submissive woman, I love waking up to my Man needing me, and feeling his hardness against my back is enough of a turn on in itself! I keep myself edged and denied, so i often wake up wet and ready. This morning I was still a little hazy, but feeling him firmly pull my hips into him was such a perfect way to start the day. You can't have a bad day when you start off with a warm load of your man's seed inside you 🥰

I ended up getting up with him, and whilst he showered and got ready, i made him coffee to take on the drive and a light breakfast to have later. He always seems so happy to see that I've prepared food for him, and it makes me melt every time. I don’t think I'll ever get tired of it 💕

All day he's been texting me sweet messages and calling me adorable nicknames. Keeping your man's balls empty and his belly full really does work! It's a classic for a good reason 🥰

My fiance/owner works irregular shifts, so sometimes he has to get up for work at 4am. I don’t have to get up until much later, but I still enjoy helping him get ready in the mornings and being awake to see him off.

This morning, he woke up very horny and desperately needed relief. As a submissive woman, I love waking up to my Man needing me, and feeling his hardness against my back is enough of a turn on in itself! I keep myself edged and denied, so i often wake up wet and ready. This morning I was still a little hazy, but feeling him firmly pull my hips into him was such a perfect way to start the day. You can't have a bad day when you start off with a warm load of your man's seed inside you 🥰

I ended up getting up with him, and whilst he showered and got ready, i made him coffee to take on the drive and a light breakfast to have later. He always seems so happy to see that I've prepared food for him, and it makes me melt every time. I don’t think I'll ever get tired of it 💕

All day he's been texting me sweet messages and calling me adorable nicknames. Keeping your man's balls empty and his belly full really does work! It's a classic for a good reason 🥰

This morning i had the fun task of trying to handle a work client who was being unnecessarily aggressive. Things weren't going their way, and they felt the need to lash out at me about details that did not make any real difference. I am not a fan of conflict, so I did my best to placate them and come to some sort of compromise.

After I got off the call, my heart was pounding and I felt pretty unsettled. So i texted my fiance/Daddy for reassurance, and he could immediately tell I needed support. He let me spill my thoughts, which looking back probably sounded like gibberish at the time 😂 and just listened whilst I got it all out.

Then he said, "What difference will this difficult client make to your life five years from now?" And that made me stop and think.

The answer was none. This person has zero bearing on our lives whatsoever. In five years time, hopefully we'll be married with a child, or a baby on the way. As my man's woman, my duties are to him and our family first and foremost. They should always be coming first in my mind. Not some stupid client who can't handle their emotions.

He told me to take a step away from the laptop and to go get a drink of water. Then I did some breathing exercises and edged under his direction, which has become almost meditative for me. He told me to pinch and flick my nipples, and I did. He told me to hump a towel and to imagine my stress leaking out with each thrust of my hips. And i did. Whilst I edged, I recited the mantra, "I'm meant to breed, not to lead." Most importantly, he told me when to stop, and I did.

When I got back to work, I was calm again. I was more confident in my abilities to handle this person one step at a time, ironic given my mantra 😂

Remembering what's really important makes all the difference. And sometimes all a girl needs is a reminder of that from her man. He and our future family always come first. Everything else is secondary 🥰

This morning i had the fun task of trying to handle a work client who was being unnecessarily aggressive. Things weren't going their way, and they felt the need to lash out at me about details that did not make any real difference. I am not a fan of conflict, so I did my best to placate them and come to some sort of compromise.

After I got off the call, my heart was pounding and I felt pretty unsettled. So i texted my fiance/Daddy/owner for reassurance, and he could immediately tell I needed support. He let me spill my thoughts, which looking back probably sounded like gibberish at the time 😂 and just listened whilst I got it all out.

Then he said, "What difference will this difficult client make to your life five years from now?" And that made me stop and think.

The answer was none. This person has zero bearing on our lives whatsoever. In five years time, hopefully we'll be married with a child, or a baby on the way. As my man's woman, my duties are to him and our family first and foremost. They should always be coming first in my mind. Not some stupid client who can't handle their emotions.

He told me to take a step away from the laptop and to go get a drink of water. Then I did some breathing exercises and edged under his direction, which has become almost meditative for me. He told me to pinch and flick my nipples, and I did. He told me to hump a towel and to imagine my stress leaking out with each thrust of my hips. And i did. Whilst I edged, I recited the mantra, "I'm meant to breed, not to lead." Most importantly, he told me when to stop, and I did.

When I got back to work, I was calm again. I was more confident in my abilities to handle this person one step at a time, ironic given my mantra 😂

Remembering what's really important makes all the difference. And sometimes all a girl needs is a reminder of that from her man. He and our future family always come first. Everything else is secondary 🥰

Today I had a salad for lunch, with grilled chicken and edamame beans. It sounds like such a small thing, but it means so much more than just lunch.

I used to go for ready meals and junk food far too often. Busy day? Slap a sandwich together and snack on chocolate and crisps. Too tired to cook? Order ubereats or get fast food. It was easy and convenient, and I "deserved" a treat for getting things done and being busy.

But my Man has made me realise the importance of taking care of my body and my health. It's no longer about me. He deserves property he can show off to the world, and I should look my best so that he is proud of me. When I'm working out and struggling to push through, i think about the look in his eyes when he sees me in a form fitting dress, and that's the motivation I need to get through the last few reps. We want a family in the future, and I need to be fit and healthy if I'm going to bear his children and be the mother they deserve.

Treats every now and then are ok, but they add up. The temporary taste of chocolate is not worth the bad habit of reaching for sugar, and feeling sluggish and heavy before you know it. My Man deserves me at my best. 🥰