Archiveofabrokenpast

Ribs are how I know you’re worth giving attention to. Let Daddy help you achieve your goals of looking like this so I can give you the treatment you deserve.

I’m hungry, daddy, let me have all of you inside me.

Pretty please 🙏🏻

🍃 it’s lil ol me 🍃

Doesn’t take a genius to realize that this is definitely “asking for it”.

I don’t see ribs yet. If I’m not seeing ribs, that means you’re fat. Don’t worry, I’ll provide you with rules on when and what you can eat. You’ll be my skinny little fucktoy in no time.

Good thing you have me, little pet. Otherwise, it’d be a feeding frenzy, and you’d be a fat fuck.

I want to feel used even when we are relaxing.

Give me rules before I come home from work to make sure I know what I can expect. If you aren't at home yet, give me instructions as to how you want to be greeted after work.

Let me dress into something you want to see on me, including uncomfortable things like a big butt plug, clamps on my nipples, restraints in any form you desire or diapers.

Give me exact instructions what I have to do when I am home. This can range from preparing dinner to kneeling next to you in the kitchen cause you are in charge of that for now. That may also entail being positioned somewhere to wait until used.

Make me wear a ball gag occasionally to ensure that I know you can take the privilege of speech from me anytime you like.

Make me wear a vibrator whenever my horniness is unsatisfieing and I beg too little or am not desperate enough.

Feed me more often than not so I learn that food comes out of your hand and may not be granted. Let me kneel next to you to enhance that I am not a person who gets a place at the table.

tbc.

The meaning of submission

My submission is more than following a set of commands and awaiting to comply with instructions. 

I’m constantly looking for ways to serve him, to make him happy, to bring him some form of comfort or pleasure, to somehow improve the quality of his life even just by the smallest of fractions. 

Quite often that means I do things without being asked or told to. 

I take mini videos of making sure the stove is turned off, windows are shut and doors are locked before we go out just in case his OCD flairs and he needs extra reassurance. I write love letters to him every day and hide them for him to find later. I bake treats and drop them off to him fresh when I have some foresight that indicates it might be a bit of a difficult day. I spend time with his mom and gran learning their recipes and his favorite foods from childhood. I mend his clothes when I notice they need mending. I have an entire hard drive of images, youtube links, articles, quotes and random little things I save for quick pick me ups in case he needs them. I plan dates and surprises for him. I have learnt his favorite scents and keep stashes of different types of candles, incense and infusers around so that every day I can make sure he comes home every day and is greeted with a scent I think will complement or lift his mood. I take random photos to arouse him or make him laugh or smile and sometimes I have a burning desire to do something for him but hit a blank on ideas so send messages like “If there was one thing I could do for you right now that would make you happy what would it be? Hypothetically…even if it’s super weird, crazy or outlandish”

There are lots of little things I do for him without being asked because he deserves every happiness in this life, he deserves the most fulfilling and rewarding life possible and it’s my greatest pleasure and most profound honor to be able to help make that happen in even the smallest of ways. 

I also know that all of his rules, guidelines, instructions and commands are designed to either make me happy, keep me safe/healthy, improve our relationship and bond with one another, work towards the future we both want together and occasionally, far too occasionally to really be able to call it balanced…occasionally they are based purely on Misters wants or give him some short term pleasure or gratification. 

He is a wonderful Dominant, he’s the best person I have ever known and he makes me feel happier, safer and more loved and cared for than anyone ever has before.   

A big part of his dominance, though, is prioritization. 

More often than not, when it comes to giving commands or creating rules and guidelines his priorities are: “us”, me then him and his own wants. I love him for that, I really do, and I also know that if there was ever a problem or if one of his needs wasn’t being met that he would absolutely address it with me. 

Serving him, to me, means restoring the balance wherever I can. 

It’s noticing the little things and going out of my way to actively make him happy, it’s understanding that it’s still a big thing for him to ask for something that requires a lot of work or effort just for him, and it’s showing through my actions that I want to do those things, that I gain pleasure from making him happy, that I would go to any lengths and every effort just to see him smile. 

Mister is my first priority and my greatest passion. I will do anything and everything in my power to help improve his life or make it easier for him. 

Perhaps the definition of submitting to him would be better described as finding additional ways to bring him joy, pleasure, fulfillment and satisfaction within the rules and boundaries he has set, rather than simply passively awaiting to obey.

~Wyn xx

Sparked by a number of asks recently noting I seem to do a lot of little things for Mister and proceed to either genuinely enquire as to whether I am in fact a switch right through to insinuations that taking initiative disqualifies me from calling myself a 24/7 submissive. 

Dumb whores shouldn't use their mouths for talking - get on your knees so I can put it to better use instead.