This stupid slut broke fundamental rules over the weekend. I drank too much alcohol and I didn’t take care of myself, feeling sick the next day. I also forgot to ask Sir for permission to eat on multiple occasions, even after he reminded me. I was excited because it was my birthday weekend and this made me a clumsy and forgetful whore who didn’t pay attention to Daddy or my normal routine and rules. It was disrespectful of me to be so absentminded and forget my place - which is to do whatever Daddy asks me and always be ready to please him. I was not able to be used by Daddy when I had made myself hungover. My pussy should always be available for Daddy to play with because Daddy owns me and everything I do should be in an effort to please him. I’m incredibly sorry for letting you down Daddy and being a selfish and inattentive slut who should remember her rules no matter what is happening or where we are. Daddy made it clear that he would subtly squeeze my leg when we were in public, to let me know when he would allow me to start eating. I forgot to wait for this sign on numerous occasions when we were with other people, letting daddy down when we are in public. I’m sorry for being such a disappointing slut Daddy. I should always wait for you to give me permission to eat. I am yours, physically and emotionally. Udders, cunt and whore body belong to you. When and what goes into this body is yours. I will request Daddy help me to remember our rules in the future. Sluts deserve and need repetitive and easy to understand instructions, especially ones with small bimbo brains! Writing rules down repetitively or similar tasks, before going away or being in public, might help prevent this whore forgetting to wait for permission to eat as well as reminding me of my place.

I am an object for Daddy to use. as, when, wherever and however he pleases. I exist to make Daddy’s life easier and provide a wet and warm hole for his cock. I should look pretty for Daddy and act like a perfect princess, who is owned, respectful and obedient in private and in public. My behaviours and actions are a direct reflection of Daddy, which is why it is so important that I follow the rules and protocols Daddy sets. Rules are there for sluts safety, because otherwise the simple airheads would be excited and unruly cock garages, lost without structure and strict protocols. Rules remind me of where I belong. At your feet, Daddy. They teach me to wait on your every word, ready to serve and provide anything you need. Your cunt should always be ready to be claimed by you, udders ready to be beaten and mouth drooling, taking or waiting for your cock. I’m to be used as a cum rag, waitress, alarm clock, doormat, plaything, pet, dress up doll, slave. I’m here for your entertainment, to be your puppet and take whatever position that would be of use to you.

Rules are important because they are a basis on what you would like to modify me and my behaviour into. They show that YOU are the one with the power, an invisible net, stopping your slut from swimming freely. Rules remind me that I am looked after and safe, they remind me that I don’t hold the power. They are there to keep me in line and serve as a constant reminder that you own me and you know what’s best for me.

I know Daddy wants to empower me and support me in everything, my personal goals included. Daddy creates rules that keep me safe and conscious of the result of my actions i.e not drinking so much that I sleep through my birthday the next day! Daddy knows what will make me happy and carefully thinks through what will keep me a flourishing, positive and humble good girl.

Daddy has created a standard that my behaviour and actions should meet. The rules and rituals demonstrate his dominance, power and mind fucking control. A list in my notes app dictates my day. I’m trained to learn and obey commands that serve no purpose other than to entertain Daddy on the surface. Preparing a meal and watching Daddy eat it while waiting for him to let me take a bite and wondering if he has forgotten, while my food goes cold. Or, immediately dropping to my knees at Daddy’s feet, head down like an obedient dog when he says a one word command. At first look, they’re a simple display of humiliation and control. Under the surface, the rules embed the feeling of safety in not making decisions for myself. The rules allow me to be consistently guided by Daddy’s expectations of me. Commands and rituals that serve to snap me back to who I am when day to day life consumes me.

I disobeyed the rules and I allowed myself to become distracted and let slip my focus on the obedient whore I should always be working to become. Daddy had made clear his expectation that I wait for his permission when we were eating in public. A subtle, vanilla looking squeeze on my thigh that I forgot to wait for 3 times. Daddy creates rules around my wellbeing, making sure I have structure and routine. Making sure I prioritise my physical and mental wellbeing. I got drunk and had to spend the next day in bed, recovering, sweating and feeling sick. My thoughtless disregard of our agreed rules are the perfect example of why they’re so valuable. They keep me safe and healthy. Our rituals keep me focused on who owns me, gives me structure and insatiably hungry for Daddy's approval. Daddy deserves a slut who remembers her rules, who respects and meets his expectations. I will be what Daddy needs and deserves.