Being a girlfriend is not just about being beautiful and attractive for your guy. It’s not just about letting him chase you, letting him do sweet things every time you’re mad at him and not just receiving flowers and gifts during your anniversaries. It’s not about doing those girly things just to get his attention and not just about feeling mighty every time he did everything you want. It’s also being an emotional partner wherein you support him in every opportunity that he takes, you appreciate everything that he does for you and you thank him for doing it, you remind him on the things he must do and what he must not. Just because you know that you can always keep him on his feet, doesn’t mean you can manipulate him. You understand him not just as a partner but as individual too. you help him in every way showing him, that in a relationship, there’s no “I” or “you”, there’s only “we” and “us”. You know also that a man has their ego, and even when it become a little irritating sometimes, you still understand that it’s a part of his nature. A girlfriend is not just a term, it also has responsibilities that every girl must know. You’re a friend, a sister, a second mom, a teacher, and a best friend.
If I was a famous author I would publish a book with ten different endings which all went to print with varying degrees of rarity, but not tell the fans about it so that I could watch their confusion as they disagree over how the story ended. Then when they figured it out I would ‘come clean’, telling them that I had released eleven alternate endings and watch them panic again as they all try to find the last ending.
Your safe word is the only thing that can stop this now, because that’s what you begged me for. You begged me to scare you, princess, you begged me to take you against your will; force you down and use your body as I see fit - and oh, I will.
But first, a few things. You asked for this- remember that, you asked me for it. When you’re scared, sitting in that dark room and you feel that cold metal along your flesh, hands gripping onto your form, clothes being ripped away - remember you asked. When I have you pinned to the dirty floor, my hand wrapped around your face, my fingers deep in your throat and you’re gagging on them - remember you asked. When your body trembles and shakes, when you have waves of pleasure and pain rushing through you, when you’re begging me to stop - remember you asked. Little girl, when you’re screaming my name, and I’m taking away your breath with my thumbs pressing to your neck - you just remember that you asked me for that; and that I’m giving it to you.
Above that, kitten - make sure to remember Daddy loves you, and when you wake up in the morning, sore and bruised; that you asked your Daddy for those badges, and that you’re to wear them with pride.