I am a pet.
I am a pet who needs an owner. I delight in sitting at my owner’s feet so that I can look up at him when he speaks to me. I want to be close to him always and am greedy for his attention and affection.
I like the feeling of a swift tug of the leash, especially if I have been bad. I have never been corrected and disciplined consistently. I need to feel that I am not in charge. And I know that leash needs to be kept quite short at times!
I love to be fed. To be told to open my mouth, …….I sit there feeling like a sweet little baby bird. It is a wonderful moment of dependency and makes me feel so cared for. I love feeling small and obedient as I sit quietly, eagerly awaiting each bite to be given to me. Then the yummy flavors fill my mouth and I am so thankful.
The sounds that naturally come out of me when I’m being fucked sound like the whimpers and whines of a puppy. I can’t help it! 
I absolutely thrive on praise. I listen for it….i wait for it…..i crave it. I long to hear that I am being a good girl. Voice is so important to me. It conveys so many things and without it, I am lost. I focus on my owner’s voice and want to hear nothing else. The tone of it, the words that are used, the directions it gives, and the praise it awards. It is generally the only thing that will bring me to orgasm.
I am a little girl.
I am a little girl who needs a Daddy. I love to feel little. It makes my big, strong Daddy seem that much more powerful. I need to feel protected and I need to feel safe.
I love to be called “little girl.” It makes me feel accepted, understood, and cherished. When Daddy says, “Come here, little girl,” or tells me what a pretty little girl I am, all womanly things get to go away and I am transformed into that little girl who is shy and sweet and special. I feel heavy with vulnerability at those moments and it sexually excites me. That’s hard to admit, but it is true.
I have the playful spirit of a little girl who likes to jump on the couch in my pink pajamas, get piggy-back rides, go to the movies, and play air-hockey with Daddy. I like to be sassy and make Daddy smile and laugh.
What a loving and sensuous thing for Daddy to undress me and bathe me! I wish for a Daddy who gains pleasure from doing this.
I do have a bit of a Daddy/daughter fetish that I have only explored once, but would like to explore further. I have found that some men are very turned off by that whole idea and therefore are initially turned off by being called Daddy. But the Daddy that I speak of here is something much bigger than that. Saying the word “Daddy” and hearing it said, just DOES something to me. Someone truly being my Daddy is the epitome of the D/s experience for me. It is the equivalent of “Master” to me, but just feels and sounds so much more intimate.
I am a submissive.
I am a submissive woman who needs a dominant man. This I know. I feel more balanced and “happy” when I am with a man who is strong and stable, a man who has a deep need to own a cherished pet, to take care of a little girl, and to exert control over a woman who desires to submit. It has so far been quite a challenge for me to find a man who is stronger than I, a man whom I cannot easily manipulate, one who has an intellect and emotional capacity to match or surpass my own. It is a true and full submission that I offer and need to give, and I cannot give that to a man that I can easily control. That just doesn’t make sense.
I don’t think that one person in my daily life would describe me as submissive, but there is nothing that makes me feel more peaceful and more sexually excited than to be made to feel submissive to a loving man.
I feel safe when I am under his control. I feel great calmness to follow his directions. I feel wanted when I am used for his pleasure. I feel loved when I am being punished. I feel excited when I am exposed to or shared with others. I feel treasured when he washes me. I feel passionate when he takes me roughly. I feel deliciously meek when I am being inspected. I feel aroused when he makes me be his slut. I feel protected when I am lying across his lap being spanked. I feel adored when he places his hand on my head and tells me what a good girl I am. I feel beautiful when he leaves bruises and marks on my body. I feel proud when I endure every whack, slap, and sting he wants to deliver.
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