His days are my nights. My days are his nights. The distance is rough because I long for my Dom. I wish we were closer because I really want to submit to him in person and I fantasize about him using all of my slutty holes.
When he’s busy, it means I don’t hear from him as much. He still talks to me daily, but just not as frequently. I’m a needy sub and I always need and want my Dom. Even when I’m sick, I still want my Dom.
Maybe it seems like I’m being a baby or a spoiled brat in the middle of a candy store. Can you imagine it? “Please Daddy please can I lick the lollipop?”
But I’m not a little. I don’t call him Daddy. That’s not our dynamic. In fact, it would probably feel weird to call him that. I call him Sir and sometimes mein Herr. I know what I am…I’m his slutty submissive. His slut. His whore. His fucktoy. His little Japanese porn star.
That’s how much I want my Dom. I beg him to use me. I beg him to fuck me. I crave him.
The hours when he’s asleep and I’m awake are quite lonely especially when I’m not at work. Is it crazy to miss someone you’ve never even seen in person? Am I insane for getting attached in less than three months?
Though I am dating someone, it’s not quite the same. Different personalities. Different dynamic. Dating someone that I have a lot of sex with just doesn’t take the place of surrendering to my Dom. I love sex, but there’s a greater thrill in giving up control.
Am I crazy? Have I lost my mind? Or am I just so in tune with my submissiveness that I’m suffering from withdrawals?
The Sassy Sub Daily