“There is a time and place for everything, little lady”.
Maybe I’m not one to champion degradation all that much, yet I’d be lying if I said I was not warm to the idea of you giving a side of yourself to me that knows no bounds or limits.
It is the submission, not so much the act itself.
You never thought you’d crawl across a floor with a collar around your neck, a leash pulling you in my hand, did you? Never thought you’d kiss my bare feet, my cock, my body, as you have this around you, did you, darling?
Never thought that, as a proud, confident, independent and strong woman, that you would submit yourself so naturally, did you?
That not only did this seem an odd conundrum in your mind but that you’d actually love it more than even me. That you would feel so at home in this world, gifting yourself to me in a way you never thought was inside you, but then you did it, and you knew it was there all along.
Just dying to come out.
Now it doesn’t have to be the leash and collar, per se. It could be a million things that help you reach that place in your submissive soul, but whatever it is, you know it and I know it – that it feels so damn right.
So embrace that little submissive soul of yours and let Daddy tend to you for a bit. Crawl over here. Nice and slow.
Because I am going to make you my fuckdoll now.