It’s Called a Safe Word Because You’re Safe With Me [Script Fill]

Transcript

Welcome home darling, I wondered where you ran off to today. I ignored my calls last night and refused to so much as read my text this morning. I've felt a rift forming between us lately.

Messages more infrequent, their contents growing shorter and devoid of any feeling. I was waiting, waiting to see if you'd be a good girl and tell me what's wrong. Like I know you're so capable of.

Waiting to see when best to make my move. I may be many things, my own messed up little jack of all trades. A man of many skills and talents.

But patience is not one of those skills or talents, listener. It's fine that you won't give me what I want. Almost better really.

I love to force things into and out of you. That's the thrill of it, isn't it? The hunt.

The kill. God, I love the smell of you. I could pick you out from a crowd in an instant.

Been lying in wait for you for hours. Waiting for my rabbit to sneak into her warren where she believes she's safe. How laughable.

How naive. How ridiculous of a belief that my dumb fucking bunny could ever think she's safe when she knows I'm so close. 45 minute drive is nothing, sweetheart.

I've walked further distances for less than some pussy. You think you can get rid of me that easily? Not as long as I'm alive.

This is what you get for thinking dumb, bunny. How many times do I have to remind you? I'll run you through this.

I'll wipe your stupid little brain of anything else other than how to fucking pleasure my cock. Because that's all you're good for, dumb bunny. There she is.

Red in the face, deer sting in the corners of her eyes in preparation for when my palm will sting her ass. Face. Cunt.

Wherever the hell I damn well fucking please. Master's cum starve little breeding slave. There's my girl.

Does it make you uncomfortable? I want to get this close to you. Am I scaring you yet? Oh, fucking exquisite.

I could sip your tears like wine. I want to. I'm going to.

I hope your throat's warmed up, baby. Because I'm about to make you fucking. ..

Because I'm about to make you fucking. .. Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Heard you loud and clear. Safe word is a safe word. See, look.

Mask's off. It's okay. It's just me.

I know, that one's a little intense. It's been building up for a few days, hasn't it? What's the matter, sweetheart? Other than the need to calm down.

You look like you have something else to say. You know you can talk to me, precious. Tell me your thoughts.

Please. That's not that gorgeous mind of yours. Hey, it's alright.

There's no reason to feel embarrassed. You have done nothing wrong. I'm not upset at you, sweetie.

The furthest thing from it, actually. Are you okay for physical contact right now? I'm going to hold you when I.

.. Okay. Good for contact.

Got it. God, you're so cute. You know that? Yeah.

Yeah, you're okay. It's okay to cry. I know I was scary.

You're alright. Alright. Don't you ever apologize for crying around me, alright? Lord knows I've done enough of it in my lifetime.

That's human. You are human. We are human.

What I was saying is, I am so, so proud of you for speaking up for yourself and using the safe word. That takes an immense amount of courage and confidence and strength. Oh, honey.

It hurts my heart to know that you felt that way. You should never be scared of the safe word. It's the foundation of trust from which every kink-filled relationship is built on.

None of your partners should leave you or immediately abandon you just because you're feeling overwhelmed. No, sweetheart. You are so much more than this to me.

We are so much more than this to you. It's called a safe word because you're safe. In reality, safe with me.

I care about you as a person. I wouldn't feel comfortable accessing my own headspace with you. If I didn't enjoy spending time with you in and out of it.

If I didn't have the utmost trust in you. No, what? Yeah, of course it requires trust on my end as well.

Ah, fuck. Yeah, sometimes I forget that this is your first experience with this kind of stuff. I am always happy to give you assurance that I care.

Do you remember what I said to you when we first started doing what we do? I only love to revel in this realm with you when we're both enjoying it. I need to trust that you'll be able to communicate any needs you may have if things end up going badly.

Things ended up going a little bad today. That's okay. It's okay to have needs.

Beyond even that, it's okay to have wants. For example, I want you to be okay. I want you to be happy.

I want you to trust me to be able to tell me some of the things you want. Not to just what you need. I love playing in our headspace together.

I love exploring it with you, holding a lantern up to every nook and cranny and discovering what does and doesn't work for us. And if we find something special, a particularly dark corner that feels like it devours the light that we both have fun in, so much the better. But, I'm gonna need you to look at me when I say this next part.

I need to know that it really sinks in for you, okay? I have the absolute time of my life playing your monster. By the end of the day, when playtime is over and the lights come back on, I want you to know that it's just a costume.

I need you to know that I actually do care. I know the things that we do together can make you visit the deepest part of your mind that are so scary to explore alone. Can make you feel like the confidence in yourself you've been working so hard to build is breaking.

It's not breaking. It's not breaking, sweetheart. Not really.

It's just a little wear and tear. That's the fun of what this is, for most people. Hmm? Oh, gorgeous, no.

I didn't mean it like that at all. I meant that the wear and tear is good. Better than good.

It's amazing. But even more incredible than that is being together with you afterwards, outside of the headspace. Hmm.

Where neither one of us has to put on an act or pretend where we can just be us. Where I can help buff out the wear and tear and put you back together even stronger, more confident, more beautiful than ever. I say all of that and all you heard is you're beautiful.

You really are something else. Do you have anything you need to communicate? Alright.

I'll trust you on that. How about once? I know you've had a rough week.

I came over tonight specifically to cheer you up, not just for the rough stuff. You know, I'm not the type of person to just sit around and do nothing. I'm not the type of person not just for the rough stuff.

I want to know what would make you feel better right now. I wanna know what you want, sweetheart. No holding back.

Hmm, look at you. So flustered and overwhelmed. It's okay if you can't speak.

Do you wanna try writing it down like we practiced? Or do you wanna. ..

Hmm. Yeah? Oh, honey.

This is perfectly fine. More than fine. I love kissing you.

I love kissing you like real people do. Especially when you're this close to me. You're in my lap and I can wrap my arms around you.

And I can put you in as close as I really want to. And I can run my hands all over you. And hear those soft little whimpers and moans you know I can't get enough of.

Mmm, yeah. Just like those. Mmm.

Mmm, fuck. Fuck, I'm sorry, sweetie. I'm supposed to be the responsible one and de-escalate the situation here.

I'm sorry. Okay. Let's.

.. Maybe not. Oh, you're telling me what you want.

You're showing me. I like that. I like that a lot.

Mmm. I like you a lot. You are so special to me, sweetheart.

Mmm, yeah, sure. You're a little weird, maybe. But so am I.

You're my kind of weird. The completely irreplaceable kind, you know that? Good girl.

What does daddy's good girl want tonight, hmm? Hmm, hmm, hmm. Oh, baby, you already know what I want.

I know you feel the way my cock is digging into you through my sweatpants. I'm pressed right up against this perfect pussy. Lift up that skirt for me.

Mmm. Mmm, look at you. Such a perfect fucking body.

Mmm, it's mine. You're mine. Mmm, of course.

I'm yours, too. Mmm, mmm. Fuck.

I want you so bad. Mmm, from the feel of how soaked your panties are. You must want me just as bad.

Nuh-uh, no, no, no. Don't you dare cover your face. Arms behind your head, baby.

That's right, there you go. Fucking gorgeous. Eleven-year-old, stretch out like this, and I can press my face into your tits.

And there's the melt. It's fine, sweetheart. Oh, it's more than fine.

Grind yourself against me, baby. Let the fire of my passion melt the ice in your heart. Mmm.

Let your water put me out before I burn this whole house down with both of us in it. There you go. Oh, it's all right.

Don't focus on holding yourself up or anything. I've got you. Oh, you can squirm all you want.

I'm not letting you go. I'm not gonna stop rubbing your clit until these panties are completely drenched. Mmm, I want a visible wet spot to form in my pocket.

I wanna put them in there. You hear me? Oh, baby, of course I'm gonna take them when you're done.

No? No, you don't want me to? Oh, but baby, how do you plan to stop me? You've never been able to stop me before.

Never really even tried to stop me before. It's almost like you like it. Oh, there's the agonized whine of embarrassment I've been waiting for.

Good girl. That is good, girl. Such a dirty little pervert.

You know that? Oh, baby. You're starting to shake.

Mmm, you're doing okay, sweet girl. You still alright to continue? Mmm, we can stop.

I won't be a. .. Mmm, fuck, sweetheart.

You roll yourself against me like that. Oh, it drives me insane. Mmm, I need.

.. to be inside you. Please.

Please, baby. Be a good girl. And let daddy fuck you.

Mmm, yeah. You want that? You want me to fuck you? Use that pretty voice.

Say it. Say you want me to fuck you. Louder.

Oh, perfect. That's my good girl. Mmm, look at him, sweetheart.

Standing up straight and tall just for you. He's got big expectations, baby. But I know you're gonna make him proud.

You always do. You always make me so proud. God, I bet I could take these panties to the sink and wring them out like a wet washcloth.

Such a slutty little pervert for me, sweetheart. Mmm, listen to that fucking whine. You can't even control yourself when I call you that.

I know, I'm such an asshole. I'm so mean. Come on, princess.

Why don't you lift yourself up for me? Just a little. I won't make you do anything else.

Just let daddy take care of you.