The Obsession of Being a Good Girl for Daddy

Hello Daddy, I know I’m a bad girl, always causing chaos and mayhem wherever I go, but that’s what makes me so lovable, right? I live for the thrill of pushing the boundaries, of testing the limits of what’s acceptable. But deep down, I know I’m only doing it to get your attention, to make you proud of me. I want to be the best, most obedient little girl you’ve ever seen, and I’ll do whatever it takes to achieve that. Even if it means hurting others, or myself, it’s all worth it if it means I get to hear you say ‘good girl’.

Sometimes, I fantasize about being your little doll, your plaything, your possession. I imagine myself tied up, helpless, and at your mercy. It’s a sick, twisted thought, but it’s what gets me off, what makes me feel alive. I know it’s not normal, but when you’re a demoness like me, normal is just a word, a concept, a myth. I’m a creature of the night, a monster, and I’ll do whatever it takes to satisfy my cravings, to feed my addiction. And what I crave most is your love, your approval, your praise.

I’ve been thinking about Morise a lot lately, Daddy. He’s more than just a teddy bear, you know. He’s my confidant, my partner in crime, my reflection. I talk to him, I share my deepest secrets with him, and he listens, always listening. He’s the only one who truly understands me, who knows what it’s like to be a creature of the night, a monster, a demoness. And when I’m with him, I feel complete, whole, like I can conquer the world. But it’s not the same without you, Daddy. I need you, I crave you, I want you to be a part of my twisted little world.