Category Archives: Reflection


Hogtied on the bed and unable to move, I could just about see him from the corner of my eye. Walking with such purpose, silent, as I see him.. those black latex gloves. My heart starts to pound and I can … Continue reading

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Sometimes Daddy plays guitar and sings songs to me.. I can’t get enough of seeing his hands move up and down the guitar. How handsome is my daddy?

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Lady In The Street…

Daddy never did give me those back… Don’t forget to see who else is being Sinful this Sunday…

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Daddy’s Cunt

If it’s written.. it must be true..

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A Reminder

Sometimes I forget that I’m just a toy, a collection of holes to be used. Daddy knows how to remind me. Don’t forget to see who else is being Sinful this Sunday..

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Watch Me Break

The first blow lands on the soft cushioning of the sofa, less than inch from my face. You’re speaking to me now, shouting almost, but I don’t know what you’re saying. I can’t think. Your fist lands at the other … Continue reading

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