Broken in Beautiful: The Reset Ritual

June 18

Prelude – The Texts and the Tension
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The world’s been loud lately.

Too loud.

Not in sound, just...everything. The busy pace and pressure of life kept me ***tered, clawing to keep up. Like I was half a step behind. And the constant pull of pings and expectations made even the silence no longer still.

Beneath the dredge, I felt the familiar weight of not quite being enough.
It kept my mind abuzz with lies and looping doubts. I could feel myself sinking into it, slowly and silently. I was still functioning, still smiling, and still showing up… but not present.

Not centered. Not his.

And he noticed.

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The first text came mid-morning.

> Daddy: You’ve been quiet lately. Why?

I stared at the screen, my thumb hovering. My responses have been vague lately, more and more every day. I wasn't trying to avoid him, but my words felt too heavy to type.

> Me: It’s just been a week. Everything’s a mess. I’m handling it though. I'm fine.

I huffed at myself. Not a lie.
I didn’t expect him to reply immediately, but when he did, it wasn't with his usual softness.

> Daddy: No. You’re not fine. And I don’t appreciate half truths.

I blinked, realizing I'd made a mistake.

> Me: I didn’t mean to lie. I didn’t want to bother you with it.

> Daddy: You don’t decide what I can handle. You just decide whether to be honest.

> Me: I know. I’m sorry.

> Daddy: Sorry doesn’t fix disobedience. You withheld. You chose to stay in your head instead of coming to me. That’s not just about you being overwhelmed. That’s about you forgetting who you belong to.

I swallowed hard. My fingers hovered again. He wasn’t yelling, but it still hit harder than if he had. Because he was right.

> Me: I'll do better…I just didn’t want to disappoint you.

> Daddy: Lying is what disappoints me.

> Daddy: Silence disappoints me.

> Daddy: You being a good girl, even when you’re spinning? That’s never a disappointment. But pretending? Faking? That’s not strength. That’s avoidance. And it doesn’t belong in MY girl.

> Me: I’m trying...

> Daddy: No. You’re hiding. There’s a difference. But that ends now.

> Daddy: Tonight, you’re mine. Fully. No phone. No distractions. No “I’m fine.”

> Daddy: We’re going to reset that busy little mind. 7pm. I want you in black, nothing underneath. On your knees the moment you come in the door. You remember how to kneel at least, don't you?

> Me: Yes, Daddy.

> Daddy: Good. And the next time you feel like disappearing behind polite lies, remember that you were made for obedience. For surrender. For me.

The words punched straight through the noise.

I felt it immediately, the tension in my shoulders softened, just from reading them. My fingers trembled as I replied again.

> Me: Yes, Daddy.

He didn't respond and oddly, that stung.

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The rest of the day blurred.

I went through the motions...answered calls, made snacks, and sent out emails, but the outside world felt faded now, muted beneath the thrum of anticipation. His words stayed with me, low and steady like a heartbeat in my ear.

It wasn’t about sex. Not really. Not entirely. It was about stillness and clarity. And not having to make a single fucking decision was a bonus.

I checked the time obsessively. Every hour crawled by, and every minute made my skin crawl.

When I was finally alone, I stood in front of my full length mirror, studying myself with a flat sort of gaze. I looked tired. Not ugly, just… dulled. My softness had frayed edges. My curves, lovely once, now felt like a battlefield where tension lived in my hips and sleep deprivation lived beneath my eyes.

Still, I dressed with care. Not because I wanted to be pretty. But because he'd commanded me to.

A black dress. Simple. Fitted. No bra. No panties. My thighs were bare beneath the hem, and my nipples hardened as soon as fabric touched them. I looked obscene with so little effort, and that knowledge thrilled me. I was a gift that was his to unwrap.

I sat on the edge of my bed to put on my boots, and stared blankly at the carpet.

My phone buzzed and I jumped.

> Daddy: On your way?

> Me: Five minutes. I’m ready.

> Daddy: We’ll see about that.

A little shiver ran up my spine.

I grabbed my keys, hands trembling slightly. Not from f*ar, from pressure. It built behind my eyes like weather.

In the car, I drove in silence. No music. No distractions. Just the low hum of the engine and the growing throb between my legs. I felt like something volatile. Like a balloon stretched to its limit, full of tears I hadn’t cried, screams I hadn’t released, and needs I’d kept stamped down for far too long.

My hands were tight on the wheel...I wanted to turn around. I wanted to run.

Instead, I parked.

I sat in the car longer than necessary, with the engine off, and key in hand. I practiced breathing just as he'd taught me to calm my nerves.

Breathe in. Count. Breathe out. Count.

This was just a game...

No it wasn’t.

It had never been just a game with him.

He saw me.

And more terrifying… he acted like I was worth shaping.

I stepped out of the car on shaky legs. My dress clung to the heat between my thighs as the night air kissed my bare skin. I walked to his door like I was walking into confession; Sc* red, raw, and already aching for redemption.

One knock and the door was opened.

He looked me over once, slow and clinical. Not a smile. Not a word.

The air between us thickened instantly, heavy with expectation. The silence roared louder than any command.

I stepped through the threshold and knelt.

Just as he’d told me to.

The floor was cold. My knees protested, and my pulse roared in my ears.

He didn’t speak.

He just watched.

And fuck, that undid me more than words could.

My breathing slowed and my spine straightened. I lowered my eyes. Not from shame, but reverence.

This wasn’t submission for show...This was surrender as survival.

And he acknowledged it.

He stepped forward, circling me to shut the door. His boots stopping mere inches from my thighs. One hand reached out, barely touching my hair, fingers grazing my scalp like he might grip it or bless it. But he didn’t do either. He just hovered, letting me feel his restraint.

The silence stretched.

A minute passed.

Maybe more.

I could feel the pressure of it in my teeth, in my cunt, in my soul.

I didn’t know what would come next. I didn't have to. For the first time in weeks…

…I felt quiet. I was where I belonged.

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