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Alecta
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i am looking for intelligent, genuine, and honest people to chat with and hopefully become friends with. my interests are varied and i'm not easily shocked. i have several years of experience living in a 24/7 M/s relationship.
Since i am now spending more time on this site, i feel that i need to add some information to my profile. I have tried to keep it very brief and to the point because i get the idea that no one reads profiles, but i seem to be asked the same questions repeatedly so i thought i would attempt to address them here. I would also like to point out that if i have sent You an email or am chatting with You, i have read Your profile and would appreciate it if You read mine. I find it very frustrating to be asked several times a night for my “asl” when that information is easily accessible on my profile.
I want to start by stating that i am not trying to be rude or to top from the bottom, i just want to be completely honest with everyone. I feel that honesty from both sides is best and who knows...it’s always possible that Dom A will decide to have a relationship with Domme B and They will decide that They want me to be Their little girl. In that case, would it not be best if They were both told the same thing? I will always be completely honest with You whether in chat or through email and i expect the same from You.
i am currently in school and will continue to attend University for several years. This is something that i need to do for myself and i am not willing to put my schooling on hold or to stop attending for anyone. In my personal life i am a strong, intelligent and independent woman and i fully intend to be able to support myself. Because i spend so much of my time and attention focused on my school work, i do not feel that i have the time required to serve a Dom/me the way They deserve to be served at this time. i do however enjoy spending time on this site, reading journals and chatting with others, but please understand that i am not in a position to commit to anyone. With that being said, when i remember to add it to my nick in chat, i do wear a collar of protection.
i believe it is also important that You know that i am a big girl. i do not know how much i weigh as i haven’t weighed myself in several years, but if You have something against BBW, then please move on and let me be. i don’t have the time or the patience to explain how this came to be to someone who is going to be rude and degrading towards me. If You are willing to accept me for who i am, then i will gladly explain what i have been through and how i intend to deal with these issues in the future.
i also have two children who of course come first. This means that there are times when i need to run off because i am being called or i need to hide the web page quickly because one of them has appeared. If i disappear without having the chance to tell You that i will be right back, it is due to this and not because i am trying to disobey You or to be disrespectful. i would also like to be completely clear that i will not bring my children into this lifestyle in any way, for anyone.
More to come when time permits...
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Merci a ceux qui ont pris le temps de me parler en français. Je sais que mon français est effroyable, mais vous avez m’aider. Mon professeur de littérature du 16e siècle était étonné à mon niveau de vocabulaire aujourd'hui. Il m'a recommandé sur ma capacité de parler des soumises, la servitude, la dominance et la supériorité des hommes en général.
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I'm a student and i've been sick for over a week now. Today, while i was trudging through the hallway trying to get to class, i passed a rack with some pamphlets in it. The first said "flu" (yup), the second said "cold" (yup), and the third said "sexual violence" (yes please). *giggles* |
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This question has been on my mind for a long time now. Perhaps someone out there can give me some insight. If a Master has a slave for many years, and then one day, the slave is released, should that Master protect their old slave in some way? i suppose there are many factors that could weigh in on this, and different circumstances would call for different measures. The question is just a general one, and i'm not taking abuse or horrible situations into consideration. On the one hand, we are all supposed to be grown adults, capable of caring for ourselves, but on the other hand, if a slave has given up everything, could she possibly need some assistance getting back on her feet? It's just something i've been tossing around for a while. Any thoughts? |
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i feel you inside me, giving me strength
Your power courses through me with every heartbeat
i feel your words whispered in my ear, urging me to fucus
You take over my thoughts, possessing me
i feel your invisible bonds locking around me
You restrain me, control me, own me
i feel all of my resistance melting away
i am your slave, my sole purpose to please you
my desire is to be bent to your every whim and need
And if i should displease you, i expect to be punished
and i will thank you for it
because i am yours
and i love you
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For so long i thought that there was something missing, like there was a hole inside me. But it's not me at all is it? There is nothing missing, but i am not whole either. i am a small piece of you, and i will not be complete until we are together.
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He is my Daddy, and oh how i love him...
Daddy gives me water and cuddles and caresses me. i lie naked in his powerful arms, taking strength from him. He runs his gloved hands over my body and i feel my passion rising again. My breathing becomes harder and faster and i wrap my fingers in his shirt as i moan with pleasure. Daddy places me gently on the blanket and stands before me.
"Kneel princess," he commands.
"Yes Daddy," i assent.
i kneel at his feet and look up at him, desire showing in my eyes. He gives me the signal and i start to undo his belt buckle. i slowly unzip his jeans and pull them down just low enough to get to what i want. my mouth opens in anticipation as i tenderly remove his hard cock from his underwear.
i look up at him again and he nods with a smile. i lovingly kiss the head of his cock and then rub the length of it down my cheek. i run my tongue slowly around the head of his cock and then take it into my mouth and suck tenderly on it. While massaging it with my tongue, i gradually take more and more of Daddy's delicious cock into my mouth. Once it is all wet, i set about licking and sucking it at my leisure, enjoying every moment of it. i move back to the head and swirl my tongue around it, then let it dive into the little hole at the tip. i can feel Daddy pulsing so i take him back into my mouth and pump his cock until it slams into the back of my throat a few times before i almost completely remove it and use my tongue stud to massage the sensitive spot just under the head.
i am so focussed on pleasing my Daddy, and so lost in the pleasure of serving him, that i do not hear his command to stop. The next thing i know, he has a fist full off my hair and is using it to fling me on the blanket before him. i lie there gasping and vulnerable.
Daddy towers over me, his cock still rock hard, but a look of displeasure playing over his face.
"I told you to STOP babygirl," he says quietly but firmly.
"i..i..i'm sorry Daddy. i didn't hear you." i say, dropping my eyes.
"Get on your hands and knees," he growls in a low voice.
i quickly do as he says and he is soon keeling beside me. He wraps his hand in my hair and pulls my head up so that our eyes meet.
"Who do you belong to babygirl?" he asks me.
"You Daddy," i reply.
"What are you princess," he asks me.
"i am your slut Daddy, your whore," i answer.
"And who is your MASTER?," he demands.
"You Daddy. You are my Master." i say, starting to shake.
"Good girl," he says, "Don't EVER make me repeat myself twice."
"Yes Daddy, i'm sorry," i say, my voice shaking.
Without letting go of my hair, Daddy's hand lands firmly on my ass. i let out a scream as the pain washes over me. Daddy continues to spank me and i feel the heat rising on my ass. He lets go of my hair and i feel him grasp my hips tightly as he slams his hard cock deep inside me.
my screams of pleasure and pain seem to be swallowed by the forest around us as Daddy continues to pound my dripping pussy. He grabs my hair and yanks it hard as he cums inside me. i scream out again in pain and i hear Daddy's evil chuckle behind me.
He releases me and i drop to the blanket as he stands to do up his pants. He wraps me in the blanket and kisses me on the forehead.
"Rest babygirl," he says "I will be back in a moment..."
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submissive's creed
i am a submissive woman.
i find pleasure, joy and fulfillment from being submissive to Another in a loving relationship.
i am not weak or stupid; i am a strong woman with firm views and a clear concept of what i want out of my life.
i do not serve out of shame or weakness, but out of pride and strength.
i will look to my loving Master for guidance and protection, for never will i be more complete than when He is with me.
i know that He will protect my body, my mind, and my soul with His strength and wisdom.
He is everything to me, as i am everything to Him.
His touch awakens me and His thoughts free me.
Only in serving Him do i find complete freedom and joy.
His punishments are harsh, but i accept them thankfully, knowing that He has my best interests always foremost in His mind.
If He desires my body for pleasure, i shall joyfully give it to Him, and take great pleasure in myself knowing that i have brought Him happiness.
However, the pleasure of the flesh is but one facet of any relationship.
The love, the trust, and sharing, the words spoken and felt, those are all parts of this relationship.
my body is His and if He says i am beautiful, then i am.
No matter what i look like to others, i am beautiful in His eyes, and because of that, i hold my head high, for who can tell me that my Master is wrong in seeing the beauty in me?
If He says that i am His princess, then i am that, regal and gracefull.
And if i see laughter at me in the eyes of O/others, i do not recognize it, for who are T/they to call my Master wrong?
If He says i am His toy, His slut, His tramp, then i am that, as wanton and dirty as He desires me to be.
And if O/others do not see this, then it is T/they who are blind, not my Master.
my mind is His to expand, to explore, to know as only He can.
i have no secret from Him, for secrets are a thing that would keep me from being more perfectly His.
Secrets would put walls up between my Master and myself, and i do not want walls.
His lessons are not always ones i would seek on my own, but they are lessons He has decided i need, and so i learn from Him.
my soul is His, as bare to His touch as ever my skin could be when i kneel naked at His feet.
Never a moment goes by when i do not feel His presence, be He miles away, or standing before me.
If i were ever to displease Him, His displeasure would be a blow to my soul, worse punisment than any lashes could be.
The anguish of my soul that i feel when i disappoint Him is harder to bear than the physical anguish i feel when His belt caresses me with fire.
i spend my days knowing that the energy and thought He puts into O/our relationship is as much for my benefit as for His, and look forward to each lovingly crafted scene that W/we do together.
His part is much harder than mine, and i know this and am grateful that He cares enough about me to spend His time and energy so freely on me.
i have the easier job: to feel, to experience, to let myself go and abandon everything to Him.
i am His pleasure and responsability, and He takes both seriously.
i am a submissive woman.
i am proud to call myself that.
my submission is a Gift that i do not give lightly, and can only be given to One who can appreciate that Gift and return it tenfold.
Only to He who has that strength will i give myself fully, because i am strong and proud.
i am a submissive woman.
~author unknown
special thank you to the Dom who shared this with me
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Did you know that when you get lots of corrosive liquid in a cut it really hurts? i didn't even know i had a cut! i'm going to go with the excuse that the fumes made me high...yeah...
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i know that some of you have been reading my story as i write it. i thought i should let you know some things about myself and the story.
i am not a writer, but have been encouraged by someone, you know who you are, to start writing again to help me heal. i have found comfort in it and it is helping. i'm not sure where the story is going, or how much time i will have to spend on it, but i am enjoying it so far.
i have also been offered some ideas of where i can go with it, and those are appreciated. In fact, they are great ideas and i am going to try to incorporate them. If you would like to share some ideas, or even comment on what you have read, please email me and let me know. Your comments are appreciated.
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i feel myself drifting into sub space as the moans escape my lips and Daddy's whip continues its cascade of sweet kisses over my body...
The pain is transformed into a warm feeling that envelops my whole body. i am completely relaxed and at ease as Daddy masterfully works me over with his tools. Time seems to stand still as i am consumed by the love i have for my Daddy. i am at his mercy and yet i know that he will protect me above all else.
my skin tingles and my head falls back as a sensuous moan flows from somewhere deep within my soul. Daddy's hands are on me, wrapped in his suede gloves. He slowly runs them over my burning flesh, caressing every inch of me. my mouth falls open and i am filled with desire. i can feel my legs start to shake as my juices flow down my thighs.
Daddy wraps his powerful arm around me and i feel his hot breath on my ear as he whispers, "Don't move babygirl."
i can feel the blade of his knife on my belly. The cool steel causing me to shiver as it runs up my body. It passes over my breasts, my neck, my cheek, and then my arms drop suddenly as my bonds are cut. i fall into Daddy's strong arms and he carries me back to our blanket under the shade of the big tree.
i sit in my Daddy's lap, snuggling close to him, the smell of his cologne taking me even deeper into my trance. He holds me tightly and i know that i am safe and where i belong. He is my Daddy, and oh how i love him...
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He is behind me in a few strides and i feel the blindfold being securely attached behind my head...
i tug on the bonds encircling my wrists, testing them, but as always, Daddy has tied them fast. i can feel the bark of the log beneath my bare feet. It is uncomfortable yet somehow soothing. i can hear Daddy rustling around in the bushes behind me, but he is back in a moment and i can feel his presence at my side.
Something soft is caressing my skin. Daddy runs it slowly up my belly, my chest, my neck, my cheek. i lean into it, feeling it, enjoying it. It is soft and smells earthy. i think it is moss. Daddy runs it back down my chest and over my breasts. He teases my nipples with it. i lean forward and thrust my breasts out towards him. i can feel my nipples harden and the wetness forming between my legs as i moan softly. Daddy runs the soft stuff over my back as he playfully teases my nipples with his tongue.
i feel Daddy's sturdy hiking boot between my bare feet as he pushes them apart and gently but firmly commands "open". i carefully open my legs as wide as i can, changing my position so that i am standing on my tippy toes. i feel the softness in Daddy's hand trail over my ass and down the inside of my thighs. i let my head fall back as i moan again.
Daddy sticks a finger inside me, and then another and pushes them deep into me. my knees become weak and my legs start to shake as i become even wetter. He skilfully teases my gspot for a moment and then pulls his fingers out.
"You are so wet angel," he whispers in my ear.
i struggle to make my voice work and am barely able to get out "yes Daddy" before i moan again.
Then i feel Daddy's wet fingers against my lips and i greedily lick and suck them clean. i hear Daddy chuckle as he pulls his fingers out of my mouth. i am still searching for them, wanting more.
i hear Daddy walk behind me and there is a sharp snap. i jump at the sudden noise. From behind me, Daddy runs his hand up my side and over my right breast. i can feel his warm breath on my cheek and turn my head towards him. He captures my lips in his, kissing me, demanding something from me, and at the same time he pulls and twists the nipple held prisoner in between his fingers. i moan and yelp and feel my wetness dripping down my thighs. Daddy bites my lip and then releases me. i am left breathless and wet, his prisoner.
His firm hand cups my ass and squeezes it roughly. i moan and push it out towards him, wanting, craving, needing his touch. Before i have time to register the sound of the switch moving through the air, i feel the effects of its blow coursing through my body. i scream out in pain.
SLAP SLAP SLAP goes the switch across my ass.
i bite my lip trying to control my screams. Within minutes the switch has played out its little dance all over my ass and thighs. my skin is on fire and i can feel the heat of the welts as they rise from my skin.
CRACK from behind me.
my body tenses at the sound. Daddy has brought his favourite whip. i would recognize that sound anywhere.
CRACK
i tense again, this time it was so close that i felt the air being forced against my skin.
CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK
Daddy's whip rains its kisses down my back. i feel myself drifting into sub space as the moans escape my lips and Daddy's whip continues its cascade of sweet kisses over my body...
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okay seriously...i think i need to find a mechanic who will work for blow jobs.
...and maybe someone who knows how to use power tools...
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Okay, so i have ascertained that i'm not good with power tools, i'm better at screwing up vehicles than fixing them, and now i'm going to try my hand at plumbing. Oh boy. So, i turn the water off BEFORE i pry the toilet off the floor right?...LOL
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Should a woman not be allowed to scream a little...when using power tools...for the first time...without instructions...or supervision...
i don't see what the problem is...
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i feel myself melting as he wraps his strong arms around me...
i look up at Daddy and he brushes some stray hair out of my eyes. He lets his hand run down the side of my face and i close my eyes enjoying his touch. A shiver runs through my body as i sit in his lap.
"Are you cold babygirl?" he asks.
"No Daddy," i reply smiling up at him.
i snuggle closer to Daddy. His left arm is wrapped around me tightly and he uses his right hand to gently run his fingers along my face, my neck, and my arms.
"Do you remember me telling you about the little stream with all of the power angel?" he asks me.
i nod my assent but keep my eyes closed.
His hand travels over my breasts and i feel my nipples harden at his gentle touch. A soft moan escapes my lips. He cups one of my breasts in his hand and squeezes lightly. i wiggle in his lap and thrust my chest up to him.
Although my eyes are closed, i can hear when he speaks that he is smiling.
"Even though the stream is small, it has the power to change the strong rocks that surround it."
i open my eyes and look back up at my Daddy questioningly. He slides his hand under my shirt and starts playing with my nipples. i let my head rest on his shoulder as i moan again.
"you are small and beautiful like the little stream babygirl, and yet you have the power to change even me," he says to me.
"but...i don't understand Daddy" i say.
At that, he places me in front of him on the blanket, takes my hand, and places it on the front of his pants. i can feel his hardness pressing against the front of his clothes.
"ooooooooooooooh" i say with a smile.
"Take off your clothes princess," he says quietly.
my jaw drops, "but Daddy" i say as i look around.
"NOW", he orders.
i jump to my feet and start removing my clothes as fast as i can. Once naked, i look up at my Daddy who is standing there holding a long rope in his hands. i gasp as i see the look in his eyes. He smiles at me but there is something about the look in his eyes that scares me a little.
Daddy takes me by the hand and walks me over to a log underneath a big tree. As we walk over, i am aware of everything. i can feel everything i step on under my bare feet, i can feel the breeze on my skin, i can feel leaves and branches brushing against my naked body, and it feels like nature itself is watching me.
Daddy looks down into my eyes and says, "Trust me babygirl."
"Yes Daddy" i say, still a little scared.
"Hold onto me angel, and step up onto this log."
i put my hands on his chest and climb up onto the log. i am now almost eye to eye with my Daddy and this brings a smile to my lips. The smile is quick to disappear though as Daddy slips my wrist through a loop in the rope. He then throws the rope over a branch on the tree above my head and with a quick pull on the rope i feel my wrist being hoisted above my head. Daddy ties the rope securely to the tree and i am left unable to escape.
"Daddy?" i ask, my voice wavering.
"Yes babygirl?" he replies, running his hands down my naked and helpless body.
"What..." is all i could come up with to ask.
"Shhhhhh" is his answer as he goes back to his backpack and pulls out blindfold. He is behind me in a few strides and i feel the blindfold being securely attached behind my head...
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What is a punishment?
i am a slave and would never be able to punish anyone. It is not in me. i guess when i think about it though, the punishment must fit the infraction. There is also the fact that some may enjoy their punishment and therefore it would not be a punishment at all but more of a reward.
There are times when i would like nothing more than to be bent over Daddy's knee with my panties pulled down around my knees and his firm hand slapping blow after blow on my warm red bottom. The pain would be exquisite and yes, my pussy would be dripping. Would this really be a punishment?
Last night i admitted to Daddy that i had touched myself without his permission. His punishment for me? To insert the very dildo that i had used and to keep it inside me all night, even while i slept. As always, with my Daddy's punishments, i wasn't sure if it would be a punishment at all, but it was. How could i try to concentrate, or not concentrate, so that i could sleep, with this giant dildo in my wet cunt? Just knowing that he was doing this to me drove me crazy. i had orgasm after orgasm. i'm not even sure how many i had because one just seemed to blend into the next until i feel asleep out of pure exhaustion.
i woke up with my legs spread wide, dildo still half inserted, and wanting more than anything for my Daddy to come and fuck me.
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i cannot stop laughing. It amuses me that it is not just the Doms that expect my undying loyalty and obedience but the Dommes as well. Yes my profile says "slave", but it also says that i have a Daddy.
i can read, can You?
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So i have tried to find ways to keep practicing my languages this summer since the only one i took in school was English. i have talked over msn to friends in Mexico, France, and Quebec, surfed the internet for interesting sites and even posted some fun/evil things in Italian, but this week i have found a more interesting way to practice. *smiles*
i wonder what my professors are going to say about my new BDSM vocabulary. *giggles*
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It's such a beautiful day today and i was thinking about how wonderful it would be to go hiking with my Daddy.
The sun is shining down, warming my skin, and there is a nice cool breeze blowing gentle kisses on me. As i gaze up into the sky, i can see the shapes forming in the big fluffy white clouds against the background of the blue sky.
Daddy takes me by the hand and off we go, up the mountain path. As we go, he points things out to me. my Daddy, ever so knowledgeable, tells me about the vegetation, the rocks, the animal tracks, and the birds and small game that we come upon. i look up at him lovingly as he teaches me.
We come to a beautiful and quiet spot near a stream. Daddy tells me about the geology of the area and explains the power of the small stream. i smile up at my Daddy, he knows everything. Daddy tells me that we are going to stop here for lunch and asks me to spread out a blanket under the shade of some trees.
i chose a nice flat spot under some beautiful old trees, spread out our blanket and prepare our lunch. Daddy looks down at me smiling. i feel my cheeks redden and my body warms at his gaze. i look down. Daddy kneels down beside me on the blanket, cups my chin in his hand and pulls my face up so that our eyes meet.
"You make me proud babygirl" he says.
i smile up at Daddy and then hand him a sandwich and a bottle of water.
Daddy takes them and watches me as i look through my backpack and pull out a bag of trail mix. He raises an eyebrow at me. i stop as my cheeks redden again. Daddy puts down his lunch and starts to tickle me. i squeal and giggle as he lectures me, then he hands me a sandwich and a bottle of water and tells me to eat my lunch.
We eat together in this beautiful spot, and i feel so safe and loved with my Daddy here beside me. After we have eaten, Daddy motions for me to come sit in his lap. i feel myself melting as he wraps his strong arms around me...
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i am wondering about the word "Dominant" that i keep seeing in so many profiles. i know what it means to me, and i know its definition as given in the dictionary. What does it mean to you?
Why do i keep getting emails and PM's from these so called "Dominants", demanding respect and service because my profile says slave? Is this lifestyle not about trust, honesty, and respect? my profile says "i am Daddy's girl. i love my Daddy very much. i am not looking for anything but friendship on this site." Does this statement lead these so called "Dominants" to believe that i want to bend to their will and do as they please?
What makes a Dom/me a Dom/me?
When i asked for my release from my Master of 10 years, he said nothing. When i prodded him further, he agreed. i had given him everything of myself and asked for nothing in return. A week later i found myself fighting for my life. Do the laws of the country no longer apply when a "Dominant" has to show that he is still in control? Does he have the right to try to control a submissive who no longer belongs to him? Does fear command respect?
i wonder if there should be another category on CM and all other BDSM sites for profiles. Perhaps they should consider adding "Abuser". Perhaps this would be more appropriate for those "Dominants" who don't care for truth, honesty, and respect.
What does Dominant mean to you?
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my Daddy is travelling for work and i miss Him terribly. He has been leaving me messages to tell me how He's doing and to ask about me. The messages mean so much to me and i feel like a little girl on Christmas day, opening up her gifts every time i read one of them. i feel so loved and cared for.
my days have been very difficult as i have been working on some very emotionally trying issues. At night when i am alone, i tend to feel lost and scared as i go over my day in my head. There have been many times when i have been dealing with public official and i have felt my Daddy standing beside me, urging me to be strong, to keep my chin up, and to keep fighting. At night i have felt His hand on mine, giving me the strength to keep on going.
i miss You Daddy
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Daddy says that i have to start keeping a journal. i'm not sure what to say, but Y/your comments are appreciated. i guess i'll start by saying that Daddy makes me feel special. Under His guidance, i feel strong and capable. my desire to submit to Him and to please Him grows with every new day.
i try hard to please my Daddy, but sometimes it is hard. There are times when i feel like no matter how hard i try, something always gets in the way. i want so badly to please Him that this frustrates me so much. i will keep trying though, because i want my Daddy to be proud of me.
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| Age: 20 |
| Saskatchewan,
Canada |
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