Bratty Slut's Personal Corner

Something touched my cheeks softly. Caressing with a soft gentle voice saying, "Baby. It's time to get up." I stirred. Groaning. I don't wanna wake up. I'm exhausted. And so, I turned the opposite way. Again, the gentle touch. This time on my neck, slowly caressing down my nipples. Gently flicking it before a warm, slimy touch of the tongue loop around it. This time I moaned softly and edged slightly closer towards the person waking me up. But I could barely open my eyes. I wanted to sleep more. I wanted to just enjoy that touch.

Darkness - Am I being blindfolded? For it feels there's something over my head. Dead silence - There's something in my ears. I can't hear. Locked - I can't budged. I can't move. Well, not more than an inch on my hands or my legs - completely bare and starfish on the bed! Speechless - I can't speak. Something slightly bouncy but big is in my mouth. Am I gagged? I tried to move - my hands, my legs, my head - hoping to remove the blindfolds or the ear plugs or the bindings but to no avail. And so, I tried to scream but I feel I'm only listening internally to the sounds I'm trying to make. This went on for 5 minutes as I slowly digested where I was.

I arrived. After hours on the plane, I finally arrived. My first time alone traveling to see the love of my life - the man that changed my views on BDSM, relationships and my self-worth. From a distance, I saw his beaming smile and his open arms. He didn't look that tall as everyone around him was about the same height but it does feel like I stepped into the land of giants as I felt like a midget in the eyes of hundreds of people in the airport. My knees shook as the reality of things started coming into my head. Just a couple of weeks ago, he had a huge row with his wife because he had to break the news about my existence. They haven't been talking much apart from arguing over the smallest things possible since then. I felt as if I was the reason for their broken marriage and questioned my decision constantly if I should even take this trip. However, his smile in front of me melted everything away and I fell on my knees, shaking in tears as I realized this is no longer a ...

Part 1 Note: Merry Christmas Daddy. I hope you'll enjoy this little Christmas gift I made for you.   His fingers lightly brush along my body as we lay by the fireplace talking about our first conversation online. The dim lights makes our little Christmas Eve moment a little more special as it was our first time physically together. His smile gives me the little butterflies despite being deadly sleepy from my flight to Great Britain. He wanted to take it further but I shook my head, rejecting it altogether. I could see his disappointment in his eyes. However, he smiled and stroke my hair knowing that I would want to treasure this moment with him.  The truth was far different from that though... Me: Daddy... Daddy: Yes, Babygirl.   He looks at me with his beautiful grey-blue eyes, stroking the ends of my hair gently.  Me: Mmmhhmm... Can I give you your Christmas gift earlier?  Daddy: Do you want yours earlier too?  ...

(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...

He put his cold fingers on my back as he caresses with an unbelievable amount of tenderness. Every inch of his love could be felt through that soft touch of his. I ache for him, trying to arch my back closer towards him but to no availed. Tied, bounded, locked at a position – my belly on the bed and blindfolded. There's nothing much I could do. I let out a loud moan and he pulled my hair roughly, inching his face close to mine. I could feel his heavy breathing as his lips caressed my face, about to reach my lips. But before I could feel it, he stuffed a ball gag into my mouth and locked it down. I moaned but it sounded like a sniffle. He laughed coldly, “Finally, my little brat isn't gonna be able to fight back with both holes ready for Daddy to play.”. I struggled in my reins and failed miserably – moaning in response. “So, baby girl. Tell daddy. Which hole do you want me to use today?”. I couldn't respond to him. “Baby girl, 1 finger for your cunt. 2 for your ass....

Remember this my dear Sir Mistakes made are reflections  Of pain, fear and loss  It's never meant to directly hurt you For the other had always been suffering It's neither your fault you're not enough  Nor is it hers for not communicating  It's just how life had always been When our minds aren't strong to withhold the pain Hence I truly pray That your days and night Be filled with love  Let the joy in your heart Be the guide Let it all be free Let the pain dissipate And the angst released Not forgetting the hatred forgiven As happiness to replace them For nothing is more worthy Than your very peace of mind For nothing can ever be enough Than your love for self As the right one is waiting for you to be cleared and free. -BrokenBrat, 10 August 2018

Each day a new crude message Seeking to berate me Hoping for closure You see, I've loved you From that very first day You're my hope, dreams And my very shelter But life thought me this Love is not everything I needed more Can't you see... I'm sorry... I'm sorry... Daddy please let me go I'm not good enough for you I tried to talk But you're not around So, with swollen eyes I questioned my deepest needs My letter to you Was filled with fear That'll you'll not understand Why I needed this It's not always about sex Or scenes and play There's more I needed For me to stay I'm sorry... so so sorry... Daddy please let me go I'm not ready today My heart and mind Conflicted and torn Between a safe space And actual help I wished you'd observed And understood my silent needs To grow with awareness Though the BDSM path I found my answer A beacon of light He understood what I needed He's patient but strict I'm sorry... Daddy I am... P...