Just a reminder of what you own daddy

Todd sent me another video.

He didn’t ask if I wanted it—he knew I did. Because at this point, he doesn’t even question it. Showing off for me isn’t a request anymore. It’s his need. Not just to tease—but to submit.

To prove, again, that he belongs to me.

The camera followed every curve, every flex, every exposed detail. His hard tight body, athletic ass, needy cock. He wanted me to see it all—because that’s what gets him off now. Not just the act of showing, but the idea that I’m watching. That I own the view.

That I decide if he’s a good enough toy to keep.

He doesn’t care where he is or what time it is. When the urge hits, when the need to serve takes over—he grabs the camera. Because being seen by me is the only thing that makes him feel complete. He craves that moment of approval more than anything. And when he finally gets a message back

“Good boy.” He melts.

Because in his mind, there’s only one place he belongs. Exposed. Obedient. And completely mine.