Bratty Slut's Personal Corner

I knew dead on that I'm in trouble. I should have paid more attention to Daddy's instructions and the discussions we had in the past few weeks. He has hinted many times yet I've been really ignorant about it. Daddy looked at me – his eyes dead-on furious as he observes me carefully, deciding what to do. “Where is he?” “He's in the bathtub. I thought he wants to rape me” I whimpered in fear. “I'm sorry, Daddy. I'm sorry. I didn't know”. Daddy was furious at first. He then took a deep breath and pats my head lightly as he shushes me. “It's okay baby girl. You didn't know... you probably forgot. I'm sorry I scared you.” He then bends over to face me and said, "We talked about this baby girl. You knew it will happen within this week. Yet, you've not been paying much attention uh." He gave a threatening look that I've not seen except during days I was being a brat and was being punished. I panicked but I couldn't say a word. I

I could hear the rain outside. I pulled my comforter higher up as I snuggled, rub my face and hug the warm body beside me. Wait, did I say warm body?! I opened my eyes and look at the person beside me, speechless. Daddy was naked beside me on the bed. I blinked and rubbed my eyes. It must be a dream. He was supposed to have a meeting this morning. I followed him as he had work and he thought it would be fun to have me taking a break out of home – by the beach for a little bit. I looked at him – torn between waking the beautiful Italian man in front of me or to have him in my arms for a little bit more. I was about to wake him when he said, “Don't question, baby girl. Massage my balls and lick your favorite lollipop. I've been watching you for a while.” I rubbed my eyes awake. “Hmm... Morning Daddy”, slowly looking at him as I could see his eyes still covered by his right arm. I find it amusing that he knows what I'm thinking although he's clearly not looking at me. Wit

I was suddenly dragged into a room. Unknown to anyone; unknown to me. Probably, 2 people, I knew but they're not the ones that needed to talk to me. The room felt bare. Dark. Silent. Until he spoke. No, I don't know who he is. The only word that came to my mind then, Mysterious. If you want to imagine, it'll be like the movies where the spotlight is on me and the ones that interviews and observe are nowhere to be seen - only heard.

Have you ever wondered how it feels like to talk to your inner voice? It feels like it's you yet wiser,  deeper and patient. Here's my conversation with my little... Closing my eyes It's where I am now... Where am I? In the depths of your very own mind. How? It's your choice, not mine. Why? You did say you'll not run. When? It's anytime you are ready... anywhere you physically might be. What now? Listen, breathe and believe. For you are safe. I'll not hurt you baby, I promise I won't. And so I did... stepping a little into the depths of my own mind. Afraid yet aware of my fears. Unshaken for it is all of me. And so... words again flowed in.  The way it always had been... Why am I like this? Why do I always end up here? The voice in my head smiled.. "For you are alone"  Is this the way it will always be? Loneliness cannot be replaced For it's within you Deep into your soul you are. I embraced

(Daddy's View)  I couldn't stop tapping my finger on the table, It's been ages and my clearance is still not coming through! Why?! Why does a stupid unexpected security breach is happening right now?! It's been 7 hours, I'm 5 hours late! I spoke to Richard, the head of the security team. At least let me make a call but protocols are protocols. I hate protocols yet who am I to say when my personal life with baby girl is all about protocols! No, this can't be happening... I can't let her be suffering. I need to do something! My anxiety was getting to me. I remembered her words, “Daddy, can you not ignore me? Will you stay with me?”. I know how hard it is for her – and here I am, punishing her in the toilet for over the time limit. This isn't going to be good. Shit... (My View)  I think I've lost my voice. I could no longer cry. It hurts so much. It hurts more inside. I don't know what to do... I am scared... Daddy, where are you. It&

I was sitting down in my room, questioning my existence of love. I choose to be poly for I no longer want to be hurt. Tying myself down to one or binding myself with a commitment to one feels more of a burden I'm throwing to another as I struggled to find my footing on this beautiful earth. Poly works for me as I have more of a choice - to turn to the different partners for the different needs I have, yet I learn to realize I'll never be satisfied for nothing completes me. And so... I decided to write. Not knowing how it'll be. I allowed myself into my little space and here's my internal conversation.