Archiveofabrokenpast

It’s cold outside Daddy, build me a fire and play with me?

the aphrodisiac of obedience

of course I know how to take initiative and do it own my own. 

I am strong, and smart, and perfectly capable of achieving my own pleasure and can aptly handle the challenge of denying myself the same.

but it’s so much better, and I am infinitely wetter, when it’s what he wants and because he tells me to.

Beautiful markings.

daddy belted me for being a brat with his mates

normal person: oh i could never hurt them, they’re so cute.

sadist: woah they’re cute, i want to hurt them.

Talk down to me.

It’s so hot when men don’t take me seriously. I can’t help it - when a man simply looks at me and assumes I’m a clueless, helpless little dolt, it makes me melt. It makes me mad, and insults me, and frustrates me… but mostly, it gets me so damn wet.

A condescending, patronizing tone just cuts right through me, making it clear that in his eyes, I’m just a pleasing body and not much of a brain. It’s insulting, demeaning, and I wish I didn’t love it.

But fuck - I do.

Tell me how dumb I am. Roll your eyes at me when I try and show what I know. Mansplain to me and pat me on the head. No matter how hard I try not to, I’ll love you for it.

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 🙏🏻

Sweet girl, this homework isn’t important. Your education isn’t important. You don’t need to be smart. Daddy does the thinking and makes the decisions. You just do what you do best. Be a pretty, pink princess, and a good little girl for Daddy.

daddy, can you help me do my homework?

Do you swallow?

how else would i drink water?? fuckin idiot

My Final Thought

After seemingly endless deliberation, I’ve decided that I must part from this blog. I know I just recently stated that I am nearing a return to writing, but such a path is not feasible for me at this time.

This blog has taught me a lot. To those with whom I have conversed, I thank you for your time. To those of you that derived pleasure from my writings, I am glad that I was able to help you along. To any that I have been unpleasant with, I sincerely apologize.

Last but not least, to any faithful followers or glancing newcomers, do not expect an expedient return or quick change of heart. This blog was deeply intertwined with my alcoholism, which I denied, and a failure of my own conscience to see right from wrong. Suffice to say, I must disconnect from this environment of unhealthy desires for my own sake.

As an ending note, I say the following:

Prioritize your mental wellbeing and stability over all else. Not a thing in this world is more important than your time. Spend it wisely. The clock is ticking whether you hear it or not.

Farewell, Tumblr.