=Daddy says=

Daddy says that I should suck on something all the time when I'm not sucking on his cock.

Daddy says I should suck my thumb if I'm not sucking his cock or a pacifier or a ring pop.

Daddy says I might sometimes have to wear a diaper in order to help me unlearn self-control.

Daddy says sissies don't need self-control; Daddy says that's what sissies have Daddies for!

(i wore this outfit to our anniversary dinner Friday night.  Daddy assured me it was perfectly appropriate. But looking at it now, i'm not so sure. Appropriate for what?! 

There was a time when i could not have imagined it possible that I'd ever wear such an outfit in public—never mind in public: in front of anyone, not even in private! Now i can't imagine a time when i could not have foreseen it. Now it seems that it was all but inevitable. 

How in the world could there ever have been a time when i could possibly have imagined myself to be a man in any generally accepted sense of the term!? Whatever world I was living in then, it's long met its apocalyptic meteor. It's been demolished, blown to smithereens.
It's gone & no more.
I'm living in another world entirely.)