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Freedom in Submission
My rational mind said that Noah was an asshole for making me kiss his brother, but there was this other side of me that was at peace for the first time.
I was following orders the way I love to do. I was being a good girl for my Daddy Dom. My trust in him to not allow it to go too far was rewarded. My anxious mind could stop questioning what I did because he knew what I needed and wanted. I knew he would have food for me. Coffee was less often than I liked but it was probably for the best. He looked out for me like a father would and I loved my father, not this way, but I respected him and took his advice. I didn't question my father and I don't question Daddy. They are two different people entirely but both bring me peace and the freedom to follow the road less traveled because they've given me permission to do so.
Yes, I'm a grown woman who doesn't need permission and yet I've allowed countless hours of my life wasted on worrying about what the other person tho
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