

Picture this: You’ve had a hard day at work. Everyone you’ve dealt with was an all mighty cunt and you’re furious. You have so much frustration and anger inside you. When you get in the car, you know exactly what you need to vent your frustration. Grabbing your phone, you send a text: “Daddy has had a bad day and I need my little slut ready for me to use when I get home. I’ll be there in 10 minutes. Be on the bed, on your knees, blindfolded. Have just your cute lacy panties on, and set up your restraints. Daddy is going to use you HARD my girl. You’re going to be my free use slut. Three holes and a set of tits to be ravaged. My toy. It’s going to be brutal, but you’re my good girl and I know you’ll be a willing stress toy for Daddy. Be ready.” When you get home you are greeted with this perfect view and all your frustrations come out in a long, animalistic, frantic session. You ruin me. I’m aching, bruised from your firm grip and hard spanks. Love bites darkening the pale skin of my breasts and the nape of my neck. But all that rage is gone, and your contented babygirl is snuggled against your chest, recovering slowly. You feel my heart rate slowly returning to normal as you kiss my forehead and gently caress my back. Finally able to move again I slowly look up at you and you kiss my softly smiling lips. “I’m proud of you my girl. You were a perfect fuckdoll for Daddy’s frustration.”