One thing I have learned from my Daddy is how strong I am. I used to act like a doormat because I thought being submissive meant being nice to all men. There is this guy — let’s call him M — that I used to roleplay with. I enjoyed roleplay with the little freak, but there were times when I was busy or just didn’t feel like it. He would usually badger or charm me into playing anyway.
The last few days have been extremely difficult, and the last thing I want to do is roleplay. M knows what’s going on. Yet, he still was pushing me to roleplay. I considered my options. I could have roleplayed. I could have ignored him. I could have said “Maybe tomorrow.” I could have pretended to crash. Instead, I let myself get a little bit angry and spoke my mind.
M: Put on your best outfit for me! Me: Nope M: Aww Me: *pokes him* M: *Ish sad* M: *is back* Me: wb… where did you go? M: got DC’d Me: oooh… that sucks M: Anyways… back to being sad Me: *is an emotional sadist…. loves when he is sad* M: How very **** of you. Me: hm? what is? M: Being an emotional sadist Me: *gasps* How did you read my mind like that??? M: *taps the back of your skull* One of numerous implants I had put into you. Me: hmm Me: You know what I like about you? M: What? Me: You’re very charming and fun M: I try. Now come run away to a wonderful world of mischief and deviance with me! Me: Oh wait though. This is kinda like the good news/bad news situation… you know what I dislike about you? M: What? Me: You’re pushy and self-absorbed. M: I knew I shouldn’t have asked. Me: Oh you know curiosity would have eaten you upHa! Take that. Better run before I get out the boxing gloves. Previous owners would be upset that I spoke like that to someone, because they felt my actions reflected on them. Maybe that’s ok for them… but I prefer being trusted to take care of myself and put pushy men into their proper places. Thanks, Daddy.
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