I Am

i am Daddy's little dolly.
i am Daddy's pretty princess.
i am Daddy's slut
His pet
His cunt.
i am Daddy's sweet little thing.
i am Daddy's obedient slave.
i am Daddy's fuckpuppet
His kitten
His cocktoy.

There are so many things i am for Daddy...and the funny thing is, He didn't make me into any of them.  i was found like this-He just happened to be the only one who saw me as i am.  Even i couldn't see me.  That is the magic of Daddies...or at least one of their magical powers...the ability to see so clearly into little girls and carefully coax us out of ourselves...

Here little girl, sit by Daddy.  Whisper quietly into His ear all the secrets He already knows about you.  He will pet you and nod patiently as you lament your weaknesses, accepting them easily.  He will hold you tightly as you speak about your broken bits and kiss them better.  When you finally confess your desires, even the dark ad the deep, even the ones that hurt inside and out, He will smile because He already knows.  That's why You chose each other.  He saw you, and some tiny tingling part of you was instinctively aware of Him.....

i am afraid.  Of nearly everything i am. Of all i am not.  i am terrified of being exposed and i am frightened by what i may become.  When i look at Daddy, i know that He knows.  i see Him seeing me and for a moment i freeze in panic as He reaches to peel back every layer and explore; to expose me to myself and to Him.  In that moment i want to run, but His hands are warm and His eyes are wicked and kind.  i remember that He saw me, and here He is anyway.  It doesn't make me less afraid, but it definitely makes me braver.

i am Daddy's brave girl.