Daddy’s second load of the morning is not as plentiful as His first, which is still leaking from my boy hole, but like a greedy little whore i still want every drop of it. He shoots on my face, denying me the pleasure of taking Him in my mouth because He’s ordered me to wear it all day, to let it dry on my face where it lands. If it’s gone when He returns i’ll be severely punished. He thinks i’ve gotten too complacent, too comfortable and self-confident. i mustn’t forget what i am or who’s in charge.