I met him while I wasn't looking for someone. Someone to put my trust in, to cherish, and give total submission. He was strict, caring, and loving. He paid attention to every little detail about me, every little hint that I gave him. He knew how to make me scream his name without even touching me. He was the sweetest, nothing I do go unnoticed by him. I was his bratty little girl, his treasure, and his little kitten.
Everything was good until he started to distance himself. I started questioning myself. Is it because I'm not enough? Is it because I'm a brat? Why did I trust him like I'm never gonna lose him? Everything seemed black and still does. I started to think that I imagined all the stuff that we did but every time I dream about Him calling me "Kitten" I couldn't keep denying his existence. I wish I knew how to get rid of his voice telling me "cum for Daddy, Kitten" " You've been such a good girl" "You're Daddy's only, right?"
I hate myself for not being able to let go. Someone that couldn't tell you a simple "goodbye" isn't worth it. Who am I kidding? He was worth it. How selfish of him. He knew the effect he had on me. I wish I could cry but it seems that nothing is coming out. Hey, Sir was it too hard to say goodbye to me? Do you know I still hear you scolding me for not eating on time and getting to work 10 minutes earlier? Do you know I still love you and I hate myself for that? The kitten you left behind is slowly dying... How unfortunate.
