“You were such a good girl today.I’m so proud of you.Did it feel good to follow a strict routine, Briana?”
“Yes, Sir.”I’m not sure I’m telling the truth.It’s not the routine that feels good.It’s obeying him and earning his approval.I’m like a drug addict.I need more.Iwantmore from him.I get excited when I see his texts.I look forward to them.Sometimes my leg bounces while I wait for him to send me another message, no matter how simple.
“You’ll sleep better at night if you eat healthily, get your work done on time, and keep your space tidy.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“You just needed someone to be accountable to, didn’t you, princess?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I whisper, sliding deeper under his spell.It’s like he hypnotizes me with his words, drawing me into his strange world.A world filled with order and rules.I know it’s not a world he’s creating just for me.He lives in it, too.“Did you take my melatonin?”I blurt out, remembering the missing pills.
“Yes, princess.You don’t need the crutch.I want you to stop taking it.”
I swallow.Sometimes his controlling ways frustrate me to death.But I need to control my reactions.“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.I’m going to reward you for being so well-behaved today, princess.”
I smile.“Thank you, Daddy.”I’m surrounded by warmth.Ooey gooey warmth.The kind of care I probably missed out on as a child.I’m getting this part of me filled that I hadn’t known was empty until my stalker pointed it out.
He leans in closer.I always know this because his minty breath hits my face.His toothpaste smells like mine.“I need you to trust Daddy.It’s important that you be very quiet tonight.Your roommates are home.”
I nod.How does he know that?I don’t ask.This man is all-knowing.“Yes, Sir.”I’m ridiculously eager to please him.It’s nonsensical.But I can’t stop the trajectory of this out-of-control freight train.I’m riding it.I can’t get off.It’s going too fast.I don’t even want off.I want to know where it’s going.
I’m committed to following the demands of my stalker.My Daddy.He’s taking me to places I never imagined possible.I have no doubt he will tonight, too.
“You need to wear the ball gag tonight, princess,” he says in a firm voice.
I wince.“I don’t like that thing,” I whine.
He strokes my cheek again.“I know you don’t, pretty girl.But sometimes you’ll do things you don’t like because they please me.”
Sniffling, I purse my lips.The ball gag is awful.
“It keeps you from making loud noises, princess.You’re not trained to do so on your own yet.I’ll work with you to help you learn to be silent when I demand it, but you’re not ready for that.Do you understand?”
I nod, but I’m still whimpering.“It makes me drool,” I whine again.
“I know it does, princess.And you’re so pretty when you drool.It makes Daddy very happy when you do things that make you uncomfortable to please me.”
I’m trembling.Is he giving me an option?
“I’m not asking for your permission, Briana.I’m simply telling you because you deserve an explanation.I’m earning your trust.The ball gag isn’t negotiable.”
That’s what I figured.Should I be grateful he’s being kind about it before he does it?
His finger comes to my lips.He traces around them.“Your mouth is so beautiful, and it looks so pretty when it’s stretched open, when you have no voice.”
I’m sniffling again.“Okay, Daddy,” I murmur, consenting even though he wasn’t asking.I want to please him.
“Such a good girl.Open your mouth, princess.”
I stretch my lips as wide as I can, panicking as soon as my mouth is filled with the rubber ball.It’s scary.
He lifts my head to fasten it securely behind me and then props me up with two pillows so my head is elevated.“This gag is slightly different from the last one.It has holes.You can breathe through it, princess.”
Panic sets in anyway.I drag my arms out from under the covers and reach for the gag, shoving at him.I can’t do it.I thought I could, but I can’t.It’s too scary.Claustrophobia or something.Maybe that’s exactly it, since I’m also blindfolded.
Moaning loudly behind the gag, I try to grab it with both hands.