I rimmed my daddy, and thanked him for that like a good slut

After 3 days of endless fucking I came back for more the very next day. His arm around my shoulder on the tram and a few beautiful words were enough to melt me into his whore all over again. I came to his place with no intentions of sex and yet it ended in the same way. I couldn't resist his hands that crushed my dignity and strong will and removed all of my clothes. One word and I was licking his asshole, he got me doing something that normally would have grossed me out and never would have happenned. And yet there I was, with my face all over his butt while he called me whore and slut, unable to catch a breath or my old reasoning. I gave my all to please him, I got addicted and commited to causing his moans. My desire for his pleasure became stronger than my previous principles, my prejudice and disgust, my own wants. I am terrified of pathology of it, but this passion is stronger than me and l'm unable to stop it. He came all over my face and my shirt, and I came back home with shame. What also came was another day, and so did another order- he told me not to wear pants, so I spend a whole day at work with no underwear just as he wished. I met him at night and let him touch me on the bus and while walking to his place, I ate his ass again, I let him record us and take photos of him inside me, I let him come on my face again, and again I dissapointed my parents by spending the night at his house despite their wishes. We woke up, I gave him head and licked his ass again, then I came back in morning light and got straight to cooking lunch for him, which I brought him to work the same day. The very same evening I came back to his place again and again I did what he wanted, all while thanking, calling him master and daddy, telling him I'm his and only his whore and letting him slap me and choke me. I behave well just so he can let me kiss him and hug him, I behave well wishing my obedience and flexibility would allow me to fit right into his heart. I wish I could be cool and hide how much control over me he has, I wish I could hide how much I need it and I wish sex didn't reveal my vulnerability like that.
Or maybe I don't. I get lost in the complexity of it all and I end up looking for the way out in his butthole. Maybe under all the beautiful and exaggerated vocabulary and emotionality, l'm just his whore. I still have doubts if that is okay, maybe just one more time and I'll find out?