Reblog If You Need A Hug

Hey, stop that right now, young lady. What do you think you’re doing? You know you’re too little to be doing that all by yourself, Princess. Come here, let Daddy help.

Here’s the thing that some people don’t seem to understand about sex & kink. You have to respect boundaries before you get to push them. You have to show people they’re safe before you get to make them feel scared. You have to respect people before you get to degrade them. You have to be normal with people before you get to be dirty with them. You can’t be skipping steps. Treating them like a person always comes before treating them like a toy.

god scrolling through tumblr always makes me sooooooo needyyyyyyy

when u snuggle ur stuffed animals the love gets storred in the stuffing for later and then when u hug them later u feel the love come back out its like a spomge

Seeing my mutuals follow/reblog from the same person who sent me this sucks.

I need to be fucked like the good little slut I am but too shy to ask

there’s stuff i wanna try but it is expensive (aka costs any money bc i am broke and in grad school) and i am so violently embarrassed 🙃

she got a soft belly and soft titties and soft thighs and a soft ass and a soft heart

Let’s Be Honest

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Let’s be honest, ladies. If you’re on this site, looking at a page like mine, then you’re a slut. No, really more of a whore, actually. You’d have to be to get off on the kind of shit I post. Why don’t you just admit it? You secretly fantasize about being Daddy’s good little girl, or maybe even his naughty little girl, don’t you? You just want to make your Daddy proud, doing whatever it is he asks of you, even if it means admitting what a dirty, disgusting little whore you are.

But that’s exactly what you want. You want to be forced to admit it. You want me to bend you to my will. To force you onto your knees, where good little girls belong. You want to stare up at me with pleading eyes and drool hanging from your lips. You want me to make you beg. Go ahead. Start begging. Beg me to treat you like a little girl. Beg me to let you call me Daddy, and to treat you like a helpless child who just can’t seem to manage or take care of herself.

Show me what a good little girl you can be for me by opening your mouth wide and hanging your tongue out until you’re a drooling mess. I’m serious. Open it right now, while you’re reading this. And keep it open until you finish this post. If you close it before you’re done, I’ll be disappointed in you, and we both know you wouldn’t want that. No, you want to make Daddy proud. You want to be his best little girl, so obedient and respectful, even when it means degrading yourself and making yourself look like a complete and utter fool. Because that’s exactly what you are.

A mindless baby bimbo is all you’ve ever craved being. And you’re well on your way, so long as you listen to Daddy’s instructions. Keep reading my posts. Let them hypnotize you. Over time, you’ll start to see what a good little whore you could become for me, and how it’s truly your life’s purpose. This is what you were made for. In fact, it’s all you’re really cut out for. You just can’t handle the complexities and responsibilities of adult life. That’s why you edge your brain away to these posts, until your “princess parts” are pleading with you to find that sense of release. But you’re not quite ready for it yet, are you, princess? No, Daddy thinks you should edge a bit longer. Push it just a bit further, until you’re a completely brainless little doll for me to play with however I see fit.

Good girls don’t cum. Good girls edge and drool their minds away until there are no thoughts left. Good girls make their Daddy proud, and do as he says. And let’s be honest, you’re all my little babies at this point, aren’t you? We both know how badly you want it. So go ahead and be a good girl for me and tell Daddy that you did as you were told. That you want to be his mindless little slut for the rest of your days. Never free to make her own decisions, but always trusting in Daddy’s judgment. Go ahead. It’s what you were made for.

good girl.. atta girl.. that’s my pretty girl..