Learning How to Be Good for Daddy

TW: imposed food restriction

When I first came to Daddy I was a mess. I didn't know how to behave myself, what to wear, how to use my body for the pleasure of others, but Daddy has spent months helping me learn. He still has to correct me sometimes, but I'm much better now than I was before. Daddy saved me and I am grateful for everything he has taught me, even though that wasn't always the case.

At the beginning Daddy had to discipline me often. I would cry and beg him to let me go back to my boyfriend, my family, but that was not good behavior. I understand now that he had to hurt me when I said those things. Daddy doesn't like it when I remind him of the way I used to be in my old life. It hurts him to think of me out in the world without him to protect and love me. Now I can't imagine my life without him.

The first thing Daddy did was fix my diet. I had been gluttonous before and Daddy didn't like to see me overeat. Daddy limited my diet to the leftovers from his meals. It was hard at first, but now I know that Daddy always knows how much I need. Some days it's just a couple of scraps, but other days he leaves practically a third of his plate for me. On special days, when I've been very good, Daddy even adds a load of his precious cum to my plate. On days when I've been bad, sometimes he will add other things to my plate: old coffee grounds, dirt, his chewed gum. I eat it all gratefully, because I know that Daddy would do anything to take care of me.

Daddy's diet helped me become more useful to Daddy. With a thinner body, I am more attractive to him, which makes me better able to please him. Once he was pleased with the shape of my body, he began to teach me how to dress. I learned that wearing most clothes is bad behavior. It is okay to wear thongs and bras (no cotton, only lace), dresses (as long as the hemline is at least eight inches above my knees, and, of course, the collar that Daddy keeps around my neck at all times. Shoes, pants, sweaters, and anything else that might hide my body from Daddy or make it more difficult for him to access my body is not allowed. Daddy keeps me naked most of the time, his clothing rules are mostly for my own knowledge and self-improvement.

At night, Daddy lets me sleep in a cage next to his bed, my collar clipped to a leash attached to his bed frame. This is for my safety. I sleep soundly knowing that Daddy is close by to protect me. In the beginning Daddy kept my cage in the basement because I was too noisy at night. I cried a lot and it kept him awake. Some nights, when I was too noisy, he would strap a dildo gag to my face so that my mouth was filled and I wouldn't be able to keep him awake with my noise anymore. I'm glad that Daddy was patient with me and that I'm now allowed to share his bedroom at night. Most nights, when I'm good.

Most of Daddy's lessons have been about how to use my body to please him. Daddy likes me to keep my pussy wet for him at all times. This was very difficult for me in the beginning when I didn't understand that Daddy wanted the best for me. I'm ashamed to say this now, but I was scared of him, and my body was not behaving well. To help me, Daddy attached dildos to several of the surfaces in the house: one on a dining room chair, one on the coffee table in the living room, one in the shower, and one on the footboard of his bed. This way, anytime Daddy wanted to use my pussy I could warm myself up for him first. I would ride whatever dildo was nearest until Daddy was satisfied that I was wet enough. Sometimes it was just a few minutes, but sometimes it was hours. My thighs would be burning from the effort, but I knew that Daddy would tell me when was the right time to stop. Now I am always wet for Daddy without a warmup, but sometimes he still has me ride the dildos for his entertainment. Daddy's entertainment is important to me and I'm grateful he lets me amuse him with my body.

In the beginning, Daddy had to help me a lot. When I didn't clean my body well enough, he would do it for me. He locked my ankles into a wide spreader bar, tied my hands over my head, and pulled the rope through a hook in the ceiling so that I was stretched taut. He showed me the places where I was still dirty and cleaned them with icy water from the hose. Then, to show me good cleaning practices, he would turn the pressure on the hose up and spray down my entire body, head to toe. He would leave me tied in the basement until I was dry. It was cold and uncomfortable, but eventually I learned how to take better care of myself. Just one of Daddy's helpful lessons.

Sometimes Daddy uses me to make himself feel good. But even when he is thinking of his own pleasure, Daddy is thinking about my education. He likes to have me kneel in front of him while he is sitting on the couch watching TV. When I've been good he puts his cock in my mouth. Sometimes he will leave it there, completely still, while he watches his show. I know to stay perfectly still during these times, letting him focus. When the show ends, he will use my mouth and throat the way he likes to: first slowly, letting his cock reach the back of my throat and holding it there for a long time, then hard and fast. He doesn't usually allow me to swallow his cum because of his strict control of my diet, but I am usually allowed to accept his cum on my face or tits. Sometimes he turns me around and cums on my ass. It makes me happy when Daddy cums on me because then I know he thinks I'm beautiful.

When Daddy wants to use me to feel good even though I've been bad, things go a little differently. Rather than kneeling in front of him he will tell me to curl up on the floor by his feet and suck on his toes. Sometimes he will force more and more of his foot into my mouth until I am choking on it. Daddy knows that I don't like to do this, but that's why he tells me to: I need to learn that anything Daddy likes is good for me. One day I will find pleasure in this, too.

One of Daddy's most important lessons has been that my pain is good because it pleases him. Lately he has been helping me with pussy pain. He says that since this is the most sensitive part of my body, it is the part we need to work on the most. One of the things he likes the most is tying my legs open and hitting my pussy with a riding crop. A lot of times I still cry or squirm when he does this, especially when the crop hits my clit, but this is bad behavior. Daddy says I need to learn to receive pain with a smile and a thank you. Only then will I be pleasing to him. He says we have a long way to go.

Sometimes I remember my old life and it makes me so grateful that Daddy found me and took me away from all of that. He is my world now, and I know that he will take care of me forever.