Sunday, November 6, 2022

Everything a Good Gurl Should Be

With a true gurl, total submission is everywhere you look. It’s in her arms, raised over her head, out of her Daddy’s way. They aren’t interfering, they aren’t distracting, and they are nowhere near her soft, little, limp, dribbling clitty. It’s in her legs, held back and spread wide over her head to expose her greedy, greasy cunt, making it completely available for Daddy’s pleasure. It’s in that little clitty forgotten, soft, pointless. It’s in that shower shot cleaned out pussy, raised to just the right height, just the right angle, to maximize the convenience for her Daddy and his rut. And it’s in her face, her eyes. The gurl doesn’t try to hide anything. She lets her need show. Her need to submit, her need to be used, her need to show her complete obedience, her need to worship, her need to know she is pleasing her Daddy, her need to be allowed to completely be her true self, the gurl that she is. There is so much gratitude in that face, gratitude for being allowed to submit, gratitude that her hungry pussy is being filled and stretched out til she is very happily sore and bred.

A true gurl knows her submission is in going pussy up when Daddy needs her too, in keeping her bush trimmed short, in her ovaries, taint and cunt being kept shaved smooth at all times, in doing her daily or more pussy exercises with her favorite dildos, and in going over Daddy's knee bare pussy up when she misbehaves and needs spanked.

Submission is also doing his cooking, cleaning, laundry, grocery shopping, entertaining their friends with a good meal, shining his shoes, saying she loves Daddy, holding his hand in public, taking his last name as hers when they marry, and greeting him at the door with a kiss when he comes home from work. It's her total devotion to the man she loves for letting her be her true, authentic self: his good girl.  She takes tremendous pride in hearing her Daddy tell her that, "It's true princess I do love you; I just happen to love your pussy a tiny bit more."

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