Candy's Diary II

February 28

Daddy told me everything would be fine, so I stopped worrying and edged for two days straight. Edging makes me happy. Edging makes me obedient. Edging makes me want to please cock.

The landlord came in today, and I was happy at first. Last time he used my mouth instead of charging rent, so I felt giddy at the prospect of pleasing his cock… maybe letting him use my tight ass! And I tried to, and I know he was super hard just looking at me, but he told me this month he actually needs money or I’ll have to leave my apartment and I don’t get why and I’m upset and I can barely write. Pleasure is better than money. Still, he insists that I pay him and I think I had some savings before but I used them to get cute clothes and fun toys and all I made at the club I gave to Daddy and I don’t know what to do. I just don’t feel like… like, the world makes no sense now. Edging is simple and obeying is simple and pleasing cock is simple, so why do other things have to be so complicated? It’s like people want to be unhappy and now they want to make me unhappy too. Maybe they’re jealous. I found a way to become a complete fucking slut, so wet and empty and happy… and they are still like, thinking and stuff. Maybe they should edge themselves dumb like me. It’s so unfair!

Thank God I have Daddy. Daddy thinks for me, and he’s so smart! He knows stuff and he’ll tell me what to do, I know he will. He will call soon, and I should make sure I look my best for him. I think I’ll go with the fishnet bodysuit.