Training starts this week.

What that entails is equal parts exhilarating and nerve wracking.

The submissive slut in me is hidden buried beneath poor experiences. Breaches of trust that left me self conscious, broken, confused, and empty. Forever chasing the glimpses of subspace I experienced so long ago. When I was naive and leapt blindly into the world.

Lessons learned. Boundaries crossed. Feelings confirmed. A world I belong to. A name to my desires. Submissive. How I yearn for those fleeting moments that feel nothing but a dream anymore.

A new opportunity has been brought forth. One of new potential. It’s hard to tell the sub lurking to stay calm, to not get my hopes up, to be chill, aloof. But oh how my pussy disobeys me.

Warmth that rushes to my core every time I read “good girl”. Every text of praise. Memories of a night where his hands found my head, my hair, my throat. Kisses when it was time to go, how he knew what I needed. How hard I came after he left, which will result in punishment, with a wand pressed to my clit and a dildo that at one point he slammed into me while his cock was in my mouth.

Excitement for what’s next. To take his cock further into my mouth. Into my throat without gagging. Training that will leave my jaw sore and my throat raw. Knowing the smile I’ll have, looking up at him and pride shining down on me. Slowly. It needs to be slow at first. He should know I take it better that way… at least for now.

Will he let me try?

Or will his hands find his way into my hair and push my head until my nose touches his skin? Holding me there as I squirm and fight for breath.

“Again,” he’ll say, “stick out your tongue and open that pretty little mouth”.

I’ll oblige because I’m so eager. Eager to earn that praise. Eager to show I’m not all talk. Eager to learn. Eager to be the girls I’ve watched online. Eager to see if I am the slut I think I am.

I want to be used.

No one has earned me clipping that one last thread of my complete and utter submission. No one has gotten me out of my head enough to trust. To let me embrace the slut inside. Where I won’t worry about what’s happening or what I look like or how I’m reacting. To not be ashamed of any of it. To not be ashamed of how wet my pussy is and how hard I know I’ll cum. Because I’ll know how safe I am. How adored I am. How much Daddy cares for his perfect little sub.

Training starts this week.

For both of us.