There are times when Bettie needs tough love. Thank goodness Mr. X knows just how to give it to her…..
All has not been well in Bettie land. From work to play, I’ve been dragging. And moping. And whining. Such gloomy moods have not been lost on Mr. X, who I am embarrassed to say, has been on the brunt end of many a temper tantrum.
I crave praise, the ability to prove myself worthy, deadlines, boundaries, and as it stands now, my life isn’t set up for such pleasures. Ah, but you don’t want to hear me whine. And neither does Mr. X.
I just…I just feel so empty. So pointless, so incapable…
Shut UP. God. Do you talk a lot.
I…what?
Do you think I like sitting here listing to you whine about how your life is pointless? Your life belongs to me. You belong to me. Your purpose is to serve me, to make me happy. All you have to do is take care of me, tell me you love me, be my good willing little servant. I think for you, I speak for you, I fucking breathe for you. Your life is easy. Don’t you agree?
I. Yes, of course.
So when you say things – stupid things – like your life is boring and meaningless. You know these things hurt Daddy. Do you want to hurt me, baby?
No! Of course not!
Then why do you say such stupid things? Are you a stupid girl?
No, Daddy, I’m sorry. I won’t be a stupid girl anymore.
Good. Say “I love you, Daddy. Thank you for taking care of me”
I love you, Daddy. Thank you for taking care of me.
If anyone should complain it’s me. It’s up to me to take care of you, sweetheart. Ah, but you’re a good girl and you deserve it. Does my sweet baby girl feel better now?
Yes, so much. Thank you for knowing what I need.
Of course, your Daddy’s a genius and he knows exactly what his good girl needs. And tonight, my good little girl is going to go to bed early and dream about all of the nasty things I’m going to do to her when I see her next week.
Baby, you better rest up now because I plan on having you on your feet all day, working for me. Getting me beers, vacuuming my carpets, sucking my cock. My little girl is going to look so pretty in a white apron over a little black dress. The perfect little maid. God baby, you get me hard just thinking about watching you on all fours, no panties, scrubbing my floors – how could you possibly think your life has no purpose.
….Thank goodness Mr. X is around to set me straight. Bettie is going to have sweet dreams tonight!
(In an unrelated note, the partial name sake of this blog – Bettie Page – died today. Her image was hugely influential in making it “okay” to have bondage fantasies, enjoy bdsm as a woman, and have awesomely awesome front style bangs. I for one am full on grateful to Miss Page and hope her memory continues to live on in glossy photos for years to come.)
