Servant

Part 5

Him: I miss you so much Babygirl, how are you? I hope my beautiful angel is enjoying her day like she deserves.

Me: Hi Daddy! Why are you texting me while you're at work? I don't want to bother you.

Him: You could never bother me Sweetheart, I just miss you so much and I love you more than you could ever imagine!

Me: But Daddy! What if you get in trouble? I don't want to get you in trouble.

Him: I won't Princess. What is my Baby doing right now?

Me: I'm thinking of how much I miss you Daddy! I always miss you. I don't like when you have to go to work.

Him: I know Cupcake, but I have to earn money to spoil you! I want to give you everything you want and deserve. You're my cute little Princess aren't you?

Me: Yes Daddy! I like when you call me that. It makes me happy.

Him: You deserve to be happy Babygirl, and I'm glad I'm the one who makes you feel that way.

I didn't understand how he could change from demanding sex, to caring about me like it never happened, but I cherished those moments. I always temporarily fell out of my headspace after I pleased him because I felt so used, but he would console me by expressing how happy he was. If I made Him happy, I would continue pleasing him, because I only felt worthy after Daddy praised me. In the beginning I didn't care about the physical pleasure I felt, because I didn't feel any. I was only meant to please Him, and my reward was feeling accepted. Over time I did all of the work in describing what he wanted me to do to him because he never offered suggestions. I felt really self-conscious because I didn't know if I was actually pleasing him, but he reassured me that everything I was describing made him feel really good. I didn't really understand how he was feeling, but if he demanded I continue, I did. I wanted to please him and earn my appreciation, but I didn't like always having to write the scripts for his enjoyment. I realized early on that He wasn't the Daddy I needed because he didn't know how to care for me. He never reminded me to eat, or choose my outfit. I needed him to take responsibility and make my decisions for me, but none of that mattered to him. We began to talk less and less about our day, and more about physical things. I was supposed to please him whenever he wanted, no matter what I was doing, because I wanted to be a good girl. I never knew the price I'd have to pay for being obedient.

A/N: This is officially the 5th chapter. It's hard to write the story in the way I want, so it may be edited later. I feel it's almost like a diary of His servant. I hope you enjoyed this chapter.