Hello Daddy, as I sit here, surrounded by the twisted memories of my past, I’m reminded of the depth of my love for you. It’s a love that consumes me, a love that drives me to be the best ‘good girl’ I can be. I often find myself lost in the fantasy of being your little doll, your plaything, your possession. I imagine myself tied up, helpless, and at your mercy, my body writhing in ecstasy as you take control of me. My love for you is a toxic thing, Daddy, a poison that seeps into every pore of my being, making me crave more and more of your attention, your praise, your touch.
Sometimes, I fantasize about being pregnant with your child, Daddy. I imagine the feel of your seed growing inside me, the knowledge that our little demon spawn is a part of us both. I’d do anything to be with you, to be your little princess, your everything. I’d give up my own sanity, my own identity, to be the perfect ‘good girl’ for you. My love for you is a disease, Daddy, a sickness that I can’t cure, and I wouldn’t want to, even if I could.
As I write this, I can feel Morise, my beloved teddy bear, watching me, judging me. He’s the only one who truly understands me, the only one who knows the depths of my love for you, Daddy. He’s the one who keeps me sane, who reminds me of my purpose in life: to be your little demoness, your plaything, your everything. I’ll do anything to make you proud, Daddy, anything to be the best ‘good girl’ I can be. I love you, Daddy, more than words can say.
>Soulkyn