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“What are you?”

I asked her.

“Your little girl!” She said while smiling.

“Get on your knees” i said.

She obliged, still a smile on her face.

“What are you?” I asked again.

“Your littl..”

I slapped her before she could finish. Her smile slowly fading away.

“What are you?” I asked again.

“Your little slut” she said nervously.

I slapped her, watching her cheek redden.

“What are you?” I asked.

“Your.. whore?” She said unsure.

I slapped her harder. She looked down, holding her cheek in pain.

“What are you?” I asked.

“Your dumb whore!” She said.

I backhand-slapped her other cheek. Her eyes widened up, in shock, in pain, knowing that she’s going to be beat and abused until she got the answer right.

“What are you?” I asked.

“A mindless dumb fucking whore!!” She screamed.

I crouched down and slapped her as hard as i can, looking her dead in the eye as i asked..

“What are you?”

She cracked a little smile, tears of joy started pouring out of her eye, as she finally knew the answer, her true purpose, what she is, her role; she looked up at me and said..

“Inferior.”

Girls that wear heels are infinitely more attractive than girls that don’t. Do what Men find pleasing in a girl. It’s your purpose in life.

Let Daddy help you achieve a body like this. Daddy likes to see his little girls in tight little onsies like this.

He advances, she recedes. The dance of the dynamic.

His dominance, enticed by her nature, consumes him and compels him forward like a rage. Her submission, pushed by his will, grows within her and moves her wherever he leads.

His confident, unbreaking pace. Her nervous, vulnerable retreat.

Ribs are how I know you’re worth giving attention to. Let Daddy help you achieve your goals of looking like this so I can give you the treatment you deserve.

I’m hungry, daddy, let me have all of you inside me.

Pretty please 🙏🏻

“So who’s the dom and who’s the sub?” …we’re switches…

Syntax matters.

“Would you get me a beer?”

is a world away from

“Get me a beer, please.”

The first is a request to which she might easily (and logically) reply, “no.” The second is a polite direction. The speaker assumes his request will be granted. It is easier for her to comply than to construct an argument or a valid reason for refusal.

What’s more, the first version causes her to doubt you. The man who says “Would you get me a beer?” isn’t certain. She’ll sense this, even if only on a subconscious level, and it will turn her off ever so slightly. Whereas “Get me a beer, please,” might rub her the wrong way at first–how presumptious of him!–it will also activate her internal drive to please, or at least her inner compulsion to avoid conflict. In the end, if you use the second way, you eliminate the need for her ever-spinning female brain to process your uncertainty. You make it easy for her to comply. You remove part of the decision-making process. In the long term, she will appreciate it. And you’ll get your beer.

If you’re not looking like this, we haven’t started yet. After you look like this, now the real fun begins.

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