Baby’s all caged up again

i hate the cage.  i hate it sooo much.  Granted, i was being really mouthy… but still.  i was at B’s house again and i forgot to text Daddy when i was supposed to.  (It’s not like i even did anything that wrong.)  Ugh, i got such a caning when i got home i swear i still can’t sit properly ^_^  On top of that, i got locked in the cage for what felt like forever; Daddy takes such delight in watching me beg.

So now i’m grounded again and only have the computer for company.  i’ve been so restless all day, i’m tempted just to go out and see S or B or just shop or something.  i’m soooo bored!  How much more trouble could i possibly get into? ;o

Think i’m gonna be good today and just go out into the backyard and roll around in the grass with the sprinkler on. (resisting temptation is harder than it looks!)

-ana

Release me

Daddy said it right as He came during our session last night.  It escaped from His mouth so stealthily, i almost  missed it completely.  It baffled me at first, but when i asked Him about it He said that forcing me into submission (and being able to do anything He likes with me, controlling me, and training me)  fulfills a need inside Himself, just as i live to serve Him.  And nothing makes me happier than when Daddy pats my ass and says “That’s my good girl.” It makes my entire body sing with euphoria.

Daddy’s admitted to having a difficult childhood but He always gets really quiet and serious when i ask Him. Its been a problem for Him for some time so i try not to bring it up; how i wish i could end his pain.

So anyways, i haven’t been paying attention to my schoolwork lately. Instead i’ve been listening to my ipod. it’s been miraculous (pun intended) that i haven’t gotten caught yet. i don’t know, lately i just feel inclined to daydream.

i adore my Daddy and i need to serve Him better.

i think Daddy’s going to have a pretty good night., i’m making salmon, a Greek salad, and some Tabbouleh 🙂 i love learning to cook things (God bless you, Food Network!)

~p