Fantasy - Rape me.

It is Sunday and I was horny all day today. My pussy soaked through my panties. The cotton material was stuck to me and my scent was all I could smell. I tried to keep my mind off of my desire; I started listening to music and dancing. That didn't help though, my moves were too sexual. I finally stopped fighting it and hopped into my bed. I pulled out my little vibe and pushed aside my panties as this fantasy played in my head...

I am washing the kitchen floors. My headphones are blocking out any noise, music blaring into my ears. My hips are swaying to the music, my shorts are more like panties they are so short. I'm only wearing them and a sports bra. I should be alone in the house but I feel strange all of a sudden. I turn around and see him, standing in the doorway, licking his lips. I go to run but slip on the wet floor as I try to get up. A growl of a laugh comes from him. I try to stand up once again as he slowly walks over. As I finally get to my feet he grabs my wrist and tugs me down to the floor again. I start to scream out for help but he twists my arm until I am screaming in pain and he tells me to shut up. I listen and shut my mouth. He rips off my shorts and panties in one quick swipe. He calls me names. Filthy whore, as he dumps the dirty water over my face. I am gasping for breath. He just laughs. He shoves me into the position that he wants and takes me hard. Nasty slut. Your cunt is dripping. Disgusting bitch. I am left like that when he finishes. He walks out of the door, leaving me in a cold heap on the floor.

Degrade me.

Slut. Whore. Naughty College Co-ed. Most women would be offended if someone called them these words. Heck, I am too in certain circumstances. However, when my Daddy whispers these into me ear... It is instant wet panties. I love that kind of talk. I don't mean just when he whispers it, when he tells me, "Tell me you are my naughty slut" or "You want my big cock stretching that wet cunt". He has it down to an art. I have always loved to be called a slut. It is something inside of me that turns on the inner me. It makes me feel vulnerable, but strong. It is such a weird thing, but I love it. I remember in the past I would be close to cumming and in my head I would be thinking, "call me a slut, call me a slut, call me a slut". My Daddy does that! Not even when I am close to cumming, but all the time. It keeps me constantly turned on.

Degradation is much more than calling me names and the such, but one of my favorite things is face slapping. If you had told me a year ago that I would be into it, I would have looked at you like you were crazy. But the moment my Daddy first did it... I still get goosebumps. He was on top of me, and when his hand came down across my face I was shocked. I wasn't expecting it. I am sure that my face was priceless in the moment right after. It took me a moment to process what happened, my first thought was that I should be like, "what the hell" but then I realized... I liked it! Now it is one of my favorite things. I can honestly say that it is very very intimate. My face is very dear to me, and slapping me there is very intimate. I love the sting. I love his hand. I love how it puts me in my place.

Another thing that I adore is my Daddy spitting on me. I think this has a lot to do with putting me in my place. I love how that feels. Being reminded that he is powerful and do what he pleases. It is nice to be able to be free and know that he is in control.

I think that degradation is all about my place though. So that is ultimately where all of my adoration for it comes from. I am put in my place. I am underneath him. I am his and he does with me what he wants.