The death of Sir, the birth of Daddy…
It was never what I expected to happen, the term “DaddyDom” was something that always made me think of extreme age play, diapers and really unsavory thoughts… the type that make you shiver in the middle of your back with disgust. When my girl and I first got together it was agreed that “DaddyDom” was something neither of us were interested in and we agreed the thought was a huge turnoff.
We had spoken at length many times over the similarities of a parental figure and a dominant with the structure, discipline, providing needs and encouragement for growth. I provide her all the essential requirements for life; have her focus on health, education and happiness rather than providing extra income. When she is sick I am responsible for making sure that she gets better, I support her on her personal and spiritual growth. I encourage and foster her creative side while discouraging negative behavior. In many ways my tasks as her dominant are much like the tasks of a loving parent.
It happened so fluidly, naturally and was triggered by an almost joking session of role playing. We had read an entry on one of the forums relating to a girl calling her Dom by the title of “Daddy” and decided to play out the role for some sexual fun that night… this was almost 7 months ago and it was a lot of fun. The role play did not feel as weird as we thought it would and was extremely satisfying. After the play we agreed that we both liked it and that in the future if I called her “baby girl” that she was to fall into that frame of mind for play. We had only made this arrangement for play and never expected to see any flake of it outside of the bedroom.
It is still surprising how it happened because neither of us even noticed it at the time, a whispered “I love you daddy” or “your a good little girl” while out to dinner, a giggled “was I a good girl daddy?” or “you make daddy proud” slipped into our daily flirting with each other. As time went by it kept appearing more and more in our daily dealings with each other and the “smack, spank, blood and bruises” Sir that had been so prevalent in the beginning stopped being the norm. Neither of us were consciously aware of the frequency it was happening until it fell across my ears this weekend while we were out.
I had been thinking at great lengths to myself that it had been quite a while since I had used my favored impact toy “Beelzebub” and I was trying to figure out why. Where had my raw physical aggression gone and why did I not notice it missing sooner? A huge change in what is perceived as “Normal” behavior in a dominant or submissive is often a warning sign of insecurities or lack of personal fulfillment but this was not the case as I was still extremely happy with everything.
We were on our way from the house to the car when I told surrender4love to put something in the trunk of the car. The answer I received at that exact moment, while my mind was pondering where crop wielding Sir had gone off to was a shock that shook the foundations of what we thought our relationship was. Her response was a simple “Yes daddy”, clear as a bell and spoken at normal conversation volume while out in public. This was not the whispered flirting, this was not the sexual innuendo breathed across my ear to entice my hormones… no, this was a natural response in a natural moment while she was preoccupied with matters other than her sexuality and flirting.
Things started to fall into place at such a mind numbing pace that I was speechless for about half an hour. My mind churned around the events that lead to this revelation and the thought that if the words had not been spoken at that exact moment, perhaps I would have pondered over the issue for days or weeks. Crop wielding Sir had been away for a reason, a reason that was neither forced nor manufactured but was so natural that neither of us had even taken note of it. Daddy has taken over and surprisingly both of us have been thrilled with the change.
We have spoken at great lengths about the matter now and agree that it is something we desire, something that was natural and something that we are ok with. Perhaps, it was a result of the time I have taken in trying to clear us of underlying insecurities and fears. Perhaps, it was the role playing sessions we have created trying to live out our desired meetings as younger adults or maybe it was just a natural occurrence due to personal growth. I am not sure of an exact answer but I accept it for what it is.
My girl will still wear crop marks. Needles and knives will still draw her blood and she will still face her deepest fears along with desires at my hands. Beelzebub will still mark flesh and ropes will still bind her and bend her to my will. In the change from Sir to Daddy and with reviewing past events I see that I have more control, more caring and less aggression as Daddy then I did as Sir… and I am not only ok with this, I am ecstatic.
~~conquer4love~~
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