I still take a picture of my pussy when I pee, but it’s overkill since he can also watch me urinate any time he wants.When I had my period, he enjoyed seeing the string hanging from my cunt.He watched me remove it and replace it.He watched me clean myself up.He texted me afterward to tell me how fucking hard he was.
I’m in love with my stalker.I’m not quite right in the head.And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Should I be worried about Daphne, the woman my brother has in his room?Should I defy both Daddy and Silver and somehow warn her?
It won’t happen.She’s going to have to forge her own way in this house.I never have a single moment of freedom that would allow me to approach her.If I did anything that defiant, I’d probably get locked in this kennel for a week.Hell, I’ve seen some of the sadistic toys Daddy owns.He often holds me in front of him while he opens his toy drawer, forcing my panic to rise as he slowly chooses something new to torture me with.He knows my imagination must run rampant from all the mysterious things I’ve seen.
I once Googled nipple clamps so I could see how they work, but that did not bode well for me.Daddy has remote access to my computer just like my phone.When he got home, he put those vicious clamps on me without a word and caned my ass while they tugged on my nipples.
He never specifically told me not to research whatever I desire, but I won’t be trying anything like that again.He prefers to shock me.So I keep my curiosity at bay now.
Time keeps ticking by.I have no idea how long I’ve been in this naughty box.A long time.Long enough that my bottom has stopped throbbing.My teeth would be chattering if I weren’t gagged.That’s how cold I am.Uncomfortable doesn’t begin to describe my plight.My legs feel numb from sitting on the hard surface.
I take more deep breaths and endure because it’s what I do.I’m a slave to Daddy’s whims.I can’t deny him.I’m as addicted to his evil ways as he is to doling out his punishments.
I’m relaxed.My heart is calm.Because I’m loved.Cherished like no one on Earth.I’m living in my authentic skin with my perfect match.I’m so lucky.I never want this to change.
I belong to my stalker.He took over my life and made me crave his filthy ways.And now I’m his.
I’m relieved when Daddy touches my cheek.His fingers are so gentle as he slides them up to remove my headset and then my blindfold.
He holds out a hand.“Come, Briana.”
The moment I crawl out of the kennel, he picks me up and cradles me in his arms.He’s smiling at me.That’s rare.He kisses me as he lowers me onto the bed.When he climbs over me, straddling me, he looks into my eyes.
I tremble under his intense scrutiny.
Rook lowers his lips to my ear and whispers, “Idolove you, Briana.”
My breath hitches.My heart races.I know he won’t say that to me often, but he’s saying it now, and he means it.
I lift my arms and wrap them around his neck.“I love you, Rook.So much.”
I know my life isn’t going to be conventional, but it’s going to be full.It’s my life, and I choose to live it under the control of my stalker.