No hesitation anymore

Todd can’t believe how far he’s come. He doesn’t hesitate anymore. He doesn’t second-guess. He just obeys me.

The other day he found a pair of his ex’s panties buried in a drawer—something he never would’ve paid attention to before. But now? His first thought wasn’t confusion. It was me.

“Would Daddy want to see me in these?”

That was all that mattered. Not where they came from. Not why they were there. Just whether or not they could please me. And of course he asked.

Eager. Willing. Already imagining my reaction. Because that’s what he lives for now—my approval, my attention, my control.

He’s not just following orders.

He’s becoming something new.

Every time he checks in with me, every time he waits for my yes or no, it pulls him deeper. And yeah, from the way he looked in those photos—tense, flushed, barely holding it together—anyone could tell:

He loves every second of it. He’s not fighting anymore.

He’s exactly where he wants to be.

Mine.