Addicted to the Daddy dopamine hit — I self-destruct until I find the next one, even if he turns me into his fucktoy

Im 27 F from the UK. Completely hooked on the rush of having a Daddy. When there’s no one owning me, calling me good girl, and controlling me I fall apart including anxiety, getting high, not eating, seeking any attention, self-sabotaging hard.

Then a new one appears. The love-bombing and rules feel like heaven. But slowly he manipulates me, pushing me further into being his free use fucktoy.

Rougher sex, degradation, sharing me with friends, getting me high and using my holes whenever he wants. I see the red flag but I ignore them because being used still beats the emptiness.

I know it’s toxic 🤷‍♀️ I know I’m chasing the dopamine more than the person. But the hit when he claims me and breaks me down is impossible to quit.

(Probably crawling into another Daddy’s messages tonight anyway)