There are certain phrases I say to you, where a part of me worries about speaking them too often; I never want them to lose their value by saying them too much.
The list is very short, yet you hear them all the time regardless of my fear because I just cannot stop myself. I just tell myself “fuck it” and say it anyways.
“I love you” is the obvious one.
“You are such a good girl” is another.
“I am proud of you”, another.
I am, after all, proud of you, so why not? You are, after all, such a good girl. A good submissive who aims to please me, and I know I aim to be a better Daddy to you. Everything I do I try and be calculated and thoughtful with you and your vulnerability. I try, to make you proud of me.
So when I whisper in your ear, “you are a good girl”, and I reach between your legs to claim what is mine, I hope you understand that these words are not like the others. That they carry something deeper as I speak them. They carry with them hours upon hours of thought behind them.
When I say “I am proud of you”, I hope you understand, this is not like the other words I say. It means I have thought, for a very long time before I spoke this, what kind of sacrifice you have made to give this side of yourself to me. That I know it was not easy to release this side of you and to trust in me with your open and defenseless state.
That you submitted – all parts of you – not just your body – to me.
So, as I say “I am proud of you”, I am really saying so much more. As I say “you are a good girl”, I am saying something so much deeper. And as I say “I love you”, I am saying it with every part of who I am.
And as I take your body, in the flesh, and speak these phrases to in a physical way, you need to understand what I am saying. When I grab you, pull you towards me and grip your pussy, you should know that I am claiming all of you. Every part. As I bury my face between your legs and force you to orgasm, you really need to know, I am devouring you with my soul.
As I make you crawl across the bed struggling to gain a sense of what is happening to you, there will come a moment when you look up and see my eyes. You will see a window into my inner self, in pure adoration for the angel who is trembling in a happy fear of me.
And as I close in on you, grab you, spread your legs, and shove my hardness inside you, it is important that you understand I am proud to be the Daddy of you and only you.
That you – is who I am proud of. That you – are who is my good girl. That you – are the one I love.
Also published on Medium.