Popping 18 Balloons For Daddy
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Daddy ordered me to blow up 18 white balloons while he was away at work. Of course I dont hesitate in obeying his request. I now have 18 lovely white balloons blown up and inflated and tied off waiting. Waiting for what is what I don't even know until I call him and tell him I did as he requested. He then gives me another set of orders to obey. He has me record what I am doing to ensure I listen to his sweet but stern voice. I voice my hesitation as he tells me there is a sharp metal object with a handle waiting to be used to destroy the balloons. He knows Im fearful of cutting objects but I know he only has me do what will only make me stronger. I will do anything for him, my daddy, my lover, my master. I hesitantly grab the long handled blade and know that I must destroy every single one of these balloons no matter how scared I am. My true genuine reaction to just holding the blade is so true but popping these balloons is what I must do, therefor I obey. I hold them with my hand, my legs, my feet, and allow the couch to be my hands as I penetrate each of them causing them all to turn into the shards against their will, but not against my masters will. He will be so proud of me as I held the blade and used it to destroy each of these loons into hundreds of pieces. ahh..I wonder what my reward will be, other than the joy of pleasing my daddy?