Life. It’s a strange thing. Ever since I was younger, I’ve always wondered what is the point of it all. What’s my purpose? What does fulfilment look like? Is it ever enough? Am I ever enough?
Ever since I was little, I’ve always been a deep thinker, a deep feeler. Even now, grown up but still little, I’m a deep thinker, a deep feeler. I notice things others don’t, I see things others don’t, I carry things in my heart and mind others don’t.
I was a good girl as a child. I always wanted to please others. Do the right thing. Be worthy. Be enough.
I am a good girl as a woman. I always want to please others. Do the right thing. Be worthy. Be enough.
As a child, I loved ice cream. My favourite flavour was vanilla. I liked a chocolate flake, raspberry sauce and sprinkles on top.
As a woman, I still love ice cream. There is a time and a place for vanilla, but I crave a different flavour now. A darker flavour.
Sometimes, I want to run to the safety and familiarity of vanilla, but the taste of other flavours is a temptation I struggle to resist.
Daddy provides my ice cream. That’s what Daddy’s do. They treasure and cherish their little ones and feed them sweet treats. That’s their job, to look after them and feed their cravings. To regulate and control them, keep them healthy and safe, but indulge them from time to time.
It is wonderful to be treasured and cherished. The girl in me needs to be treasured and cherished. The woman I am needs to be treasured and cherished. Allowing myself to be treasured and cherished is a precious gift I have. It is special. I am told I am special.
Special. It’s an interesting word. It has multiple meanings.
“Not ordinary or usual.” I feel very ordinary. I am so very ordinary. So, no, I don’t feel special describes me correctly. I am not special.
“Especially great or important, or having a quality that most similar things or people do not have.” I’m definitely not great or important and I possess the same qualities that many others do. So, no, I don’t feel special describes me correctly. I am not special.
“Having a particular purpose.” Maybe, I am special after all?
Daddy. Someone once sat me down and explained what being Daddy meant. What Daddy provides. I sat attentively, naive, wide-eyed, curled in a little ball as I listened to the words spoken.
“A Daddy gives his little one everything she needs. Love. Respect. Her safe place. Her place to be upset. Her place to share anything. Her place where she will never be judged. Her place she can run. Her place to escape. Her place to get advice. Her place to vent. Her place to cum. Her place to be put in her place. He will never hurt her. He will always be there. He will never leave.”
Daddy’s don’t leave. That’s what I was told. I believed every word.
In return, it was explained, “She will, willingly, give Daddy everything he needs. She will submit to him. She will respect him. She will honour him. She will please him. She will adore him.”
She did. I did.
And then, Daddy was gone.
Sometimes, when thoughts and feelings are just too big to process, I blink and give my head a little shake. I hope, that by doing so, they’ll simply fall out of my chaotic little mind and leave me peaceful and serene. It doesn’t work.
As a child, I had a special little toy. A little pink bunny. It was my comfort and stay. I talked to it. I hugged it. I sucked and chewed on it. I adored it. I don’t know where it went. I need it. I miss it. I wish it wasn’t lost. I wish I wasn’t lost.
In the silence, as I looked for Daddy, she hopped into my life; Little Bunny. My Little Bunny. She is beautiful. She is sparkly. She is joyful. She is light. She is dark. She talks like me. She thinks like me. Our giggles align. Our capacity for love aligns. She is special. We are soul sisters.
Little Bunny holds my hand. She wraps her fingers in mine. She holds me. She watches over me. She covers me in tender bunny kisses. She ties ribbons in my hair. She listens to me. She understands me. She is wonderful.
I look into her beautiful blue eyes and whisper, “I don’t know where Daddy has gone, Little Bunny. I am lost and alone.”
Little Bunny strokes my hair and smiles at me, “Let’s go on believing he will be back soon, no one would ever let you go. I would never let you go.”
I smile, “Thank you, Little Bunny.”
Her soft arms wrap around me and I feel her love radiate through my body, our hearts beat in tune, their gentle melody providing a comforting overture to the tragedy of my story.
Little Bunny giggles and continues, “If I was a Daddy, I would take you away and never let you go. I would buy a little cage in which to keep you.”
“I would be safe in there, Little Bunny,” I reply, wistfully.
Little Bunny looks at me with loving eyes, she whispers, “I would keep the key around my neck like a charm, you would have your own food and water dish and you would wear little fox ears and tail for me. You would be my Little Fox Girl.”
My eyes twinkle and a small tear escapes and falls down my cheek, “Keep me safe, Little Bunny, while I am lost and abandoned, keep me safe, please.”
Little Bunny wipes the tear with her finger and places it against her soft lips. She licks it tenderly, “Do not despair Little Fox Girl. The light from your smile will light up all the darkness! It lights up mine. I love you. I will keep you safe. I will treasure you! I will cherish you.”
“Maybe I am just not enough, Little Bunny,” I whisper as a deep rueful sigh escapes my lungs.
Little Bunny, slaps my bottom firmly, “No! Stop that. You are enough. Daddy’s are not good Daddy’s if they just leave. Unless they are dead.”
I smile and giggle, “I don’t think Daddy can come back or contact me if he is dead, Little Bunny.”
Little Bunny pulls a stern face, “Nonsense, he should find a way, no matter what, Ghost Daddy!”
“What will I do without a Daddy, Little Bunny?” I cry.
“Do not fret Little Fox Girl. I will be your Bunny Pimp, I may have to have to auction you off to the highest bidder! I will make millions because everyone will want you!” Little Bunny giggles.
I smile, “What will you do with all the money, Little Bunny?”
“I will be your Sugar Mommy, I will have all the money, all the riches and wealth in the world.”
“But, you won’t have me, Little Bunny.” I say, “You will have to come find me, kidnap me, take me by force, tie me up, lock me in a dungeon and fuck me!” A cheeky smile spreads over my face as the words tumble out.
Little Bunny giggles, “Yes, I will put you in a cage, in our castle, and keep you as my little captive pet. I will only bring you out to fuck you. I will feed you scraps from a little bowl, pull you out by your hair and walk you around on a little collar and leash.”
“What about if I am naughty?” I ask.
Little Bunny’s eyes darken slightly, “I will make you lick my boots and I will spank you with your leash. I will make you wee on command and rub your nose in it like a dirty little fox bitch.”
I giggle, “I will learn little tricks for you, like roll over, you can then sit on my face with your beautiful bunny pussy.”
“I will smack your pussy while I grind on your face. My Bunny juices will leak all over your cheeks and you will barely be able to breathe.” Giggles, Little Bunny.
“I will be an abandoned little feral fox cub. An unwanted stray, lapping at your soggy pussy. Every time you slap my pussy, I will let out a little groan that will vibrate on your clit,” I murmur.
“I will say, not good enough, try harder my dirty little fox bitch, my cunt juice will fill your nostrils, smothering you.” Little Bunny growls. “You can breathe again when you have made me come.”
“But Little Bunny, you are not allowed to come, your Mistress has strictly forbidden it. I will never be able to breathe again.” I plead.
“Then you will wither, you will draw your ragged desperate breaths under my bunny cunt, and you will go to slut heaven.” Little Bunny, sniggers.
As my ragged and desperate breath leaves my little body, I drift up into the subspace that is slut heaven. My face covered in bunny come, used. Looking around, my eyes blink into focus. Standing before me, my Daddy. His eyes fixed on mine. I sink to my knees before him and bow my head.
Daddy smiles slightly, his eyes fixed on me, “What took you so fucking long? Look at you, my dirty little fox slut, covered in bunny come. How many times did you come this week, little one?”
Knowing I am not supposed to come, I keep my head low and say, “Seven times, Daddy.”
Daddy slaps my face and bellows, “Seven?!”
I look up, the fury of his abandonment rising within me, making me brave and bold, “Yes, Daddy, but, I am only fucking little and I was left unattended. I had no option but to fuck my Little Bunny.”
Daddy slaps my face again, my cheeks now stinging and pink, “Seven! You fucking needy little slut, my desertion is not an excuse to break your fucking rules.”
Little Bunny peeks up into slut heaven, Daddy sees her and says, “Bunny bitch, hold her down and sit on her skanky little face. My little cub needs to be punished for her disobedience and dishonour.”
Daddy’s hand raises and the first slap lands on my breast, one… two… three… four… five… six… seven…
One slap for each forbidden orgasm.
Daddy moves to the other breast, one… two… three… four… five… six… seven…
Daddy tears off my panties, “Dirty little whore,” he growls.
Little Bunny giggles, bouncing on my face, forcing my tongue into her pussy. She yanks at my hair to push me deeper into her sodden cunt. She is excited and aroused in the moment unfolding.
Daddy scratches and pinches at my body leaving my skin red and marked. He forces his Daddy fingers into my dripping cunt, the cunt he owns. His thumb pushes up inside my arse, he starts fucking his holes relentlessly.
Little Bunny giggles, “Little Fox Slut looks beautiful now, red patterns on her skin, covered in come, she’s sparklingly skanky.”
I start to build, my body starts to shake and spasm, I beg and plead, “I am going to come, I need to come, please Daddy, let me come for you.”
Daddy twists and pulls my nipples and says, “Shut the fuck up, you are not allowed to come, only I am allowed to come.”
“Please, Daddy!” I gasp.
Daddy growls, “No! You are not allowed, you two slutty little subs are not fucking allowed to come. This is Dom heaven and, here, I rule all the little sluts.”
I start to cry and howl, “But, Daddy, I am a good girl, your good girl. I sent you messages. I emailed you. I searched for you. I tried everything to find you.”
Daddy smirks, “You should have tried harder, my little slut, spent less time fucking Little Bunny and more time searching.”
Daddy takes his dick and pushes it forcefully inside me, into the cunt he owns. His cunt to use, his cunt to plunder. Little Bunny squeals in delight and digs her nails into my skin making it burn.
“You reek of pussy come, baby girl,” Daddy says, his eyes dark and hungry. His cock plunges into my cunt and into my arse in turn, “I am giving you what you fucking deserve, fox slut, you are just three fuck holes to be used. It is your only purpose. It is what makes you special.”
My body goes limp, floppy. I drift off into subspace. Cunt in my mouth. Dick in my holes. Scratched. Slapped. Marked.
Little Bunny looks at Daddy and a tender smile forms over her beautiful face, “She really fucking missed you, Fox Daddy.”
Daddy smiles, a warmth emitting from his carnal eyes, “And I fucking adore my little fox cub, but I am gone and I need her so she needs to be gone too. It is the only way she can be with me, to serve me for all eternity, to fulfil her purpose.”
A tear falls down Little Bunny’s face, “But I only just found her, I love her, I need her too.”
Daddy says, “Little Bunny, you can’t stay here. Your Mistress needs you. You belong to her. Smother my bitch, make her sleep, make her drift off beneath your pussy, your parting gift to her, to let her be my gift forever more.”
Daddy looks down at me, “Come for me, little cub, come for Daddy.”
Little Bunny smothers my face. Daddy fucks me hard. I wail. My legs shake. I come the hardest I have ever come, clawing in desperation to get oxygen into my lungs. I feel my senses leave my body as I enter the utopia of subspace.
With her come, Bunny draws a B over my heart, hops off and runs back into the arms of her beloved Mistress.
Daddy, scoops me into his arms and holds me tight. I am spent. My eyes open and gaze up at him, “I thought I had lost you, Daddy,” I whisper.
Daddy looks down at me, “You are such a good girl. You are special. You are wonderful. You are enough. Daddy’s never leave, poppet.”
I am enough. I am special. I am my own Daddy. All I need, for me, for now…
