Raunchy Ramble: Daddy’s Collar

Disclaimer: This post mentions topics involving consensual sexual violence. Not suitable for individuals under eighteen years of age. Reader discretion is advised.

A true story.

“I don’t need to buy you a collar do I, Kitten?” he purrs, our eyes meet as he steps towards me and I smile.

“No, Daddy” I reply.

“Where is your collar?”

“Remind me” I muse. I drop to my knees and sweep my hair out of the way, our eyes now firmly locked on one another.

“Is this your collar?” he says softly, placing his hand around my throat. I grin in anticipation.

“Yes, Daddy” I whisper, I hold my head up for him to see, encouraging him to choke me.

“Good girl, tighter?”

“Please, Daddy” I whisper.

He tightens his hand around my throat and a soft moan escapes my lips. Suddenly, all of my worries fade away and the world feels safe once more. I grin widely at the liberation that he has given me. Here is safety. He has me. Daddy has me.

“Look at that smile” he sighs. He releases his hand from my throat and lifts my chin up to kiss me. My mind is quiet. Right now, nothing matters but Him.

“Good girl” he mutters.

“Thankyou, Sir” I reply.

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