Now, I know a lot of people are going to disagree. We may get a bunch of comments from people saying that just because they are female that it doesn’t make them prey.  If you do disagree, that’s okay and that’s your opinion. However, this is our blog and I’m the one doing the writing from my perspective. Back to my topic…

I don’t like that I am prey. It’s not something that I am comfortable with. I don’t like that people of both sexes try to lie and manipulate me. I don’t like that the men I meet picture having sex with me; that they imagine bending me to their will. No, I don’t like it all but regardless it is true. I am prey. I am creature that others prey upon.

I notice it now more that I’m older. Since Daddy pointed out that I was prey and shared his theory on the subject, it has helped me to be more proactive about getting away from predators in the outside world.

This past weekend is an excellent example of what life can be like when you notice that your prey. We stayed at a casino and there was some time where I was left alone. I was followed, approached, propositioned and even gave all my smokes away. I even ended up giving lady ten dollars to leave me alone. I’m not proud of it but that particular woman had followed me for over an hour and I had just had enough. I gave her the money, she sat down to play and I made my break for it.

When Daddy and I got back together, all of it stopped. Well, one predator made a bee line for me and Daddy stepped in front of me and the guy turned and went the other direction. The rest of the evening though we were free to enjoy each others company. It seems the protective vibe he gives off works, I’m not sure how but it does and for that I am very grateful.

Yes, I am prey but that also makes me cherished and protected. It’s the latter that makes the rest of it bearable.

Some of you out there thanked us for putting into words either what you were looking for, or for creating an explanation for the lifestyle that you were already living. On the other side of that perspective, some of you were upset that we equated a 1950’s style home life to wanting to reverse the sexual revolution that started the first wave of feminism.

I appreciate all comments to anything that I write. Even comments that are of a different opinion because various views on topics is what keeps conversation going. It is also a great way to practice being open-minded and to remain open so that we can all learn from each other.

Myself, I’m a feminist. One would not think that automatically based on the lifestyle that I choose to live but the keyword there is “choose”. I can stand behind what the feminist movement first stood for but not for what the movement has become. I’ll get more into that in a post that focuses on that topic.

I’ll also get more into what living the DaddyDom/babygirl dynamic means for both Daddy and I in another post, dedicated to that topic.

As with all posts that we publish here at SocialPerversion, everything is how it relates to us and the way we choose to live. Personal opinion will be discussed but that in no way means any of what we write about is the only way to do things. All of us have choice and personal preferences. It’s the variations in how we all live our lives that makes things interesting.

"Here, Daddy. Let Me Serve You"

I do belong at home. Logically, I’m not saying that I’m always comfortable with being in the home but based on both feelings and experience my place is in the home.  I’m not saying that this is for everyone and I’m not saying that all women belong in the home, just that it works for me.

A while ago I started working outside the home. My life stopped being about my family and started being about sleep, work, sleep, work. Meals were not being made, groceries had to be thrown away, laundry piled up, paperwork got lost and appointments were not kept. The house as a whole collapsed and the family unit was no longer a unit.

Relationship wise, Daddy and I barley saw each other. We were both so tired from working outside the house, that the little bit around the house we could get done when we were home did not even make a dent in what needed to be done. So, I came back home and things are starting to get back to normal…starting to. It’s going to take some work to get it all in order but by god we have clean socks now and that’s a start.

We noticed the activity here. The people still coming to read our words and to share their own thoughts even though we haven’t updated nor responded in years. Daddy and I would like to say thank you. We both appreciate that you all have come to our little blog, taken time out of your daily lives to read through what we’ve presented and have left comments.

You’ve taken the time to come visit, the least we could do is take the time to update and continue to build the blog with our experiences.

Thank you all, again.

BloodLustDaddy and surrender4love

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The men gather their favorite hand made whipping/spanking tools and proceed to beat the local women. Going both door to door and just smacking women on the street, the men make the rounds in an effort to ensure that the local ladies have another year of beauty ahead of them.

The whipping tools are made up of ten willow rods with ribbons attached at the end called a Pomlazka.  Each rod can be up to two meters in length and the ribbons must touch the ladies bottom while being spanked for the tradition to be carried out in the proper manner.

Being spanked by a man either in front of the family or on the street, shows to all that the woman is cared for. The tradition is not seen as a violent one for the peoples of the Czech Republic but is seen as a loving act to benefit the local men and women.

In return for being spanked, the women give thanks to the men by giving them gifts. The traditional gifts are dyed eggs, plum wine and money.

*image from www.traveljournels.net

With my lips,
I will kiss away the fears that have grown within you and the kiss away the tears that have never and will never be shed.

With my ears,
I will hear all of the words that you cannot always say and I will listen to you when you have no words at all.

With my arms,
I will hold you close to me for all of the times in your life that you should have been held but were not.

With my heart and soul,
I will love you just as you are and will love you who become through the years… just as you were always meant to be loved.

“mo anam chara, mo chroí”

Your babygirl,
surrender4love

Owl and Pussy Cat

Surrender4love looks up to me as daddy, mentor, tutor, master, provider and when she fails or does not do as requested of her then judge, juror and executioner of sorts. I have never been the sort of person to want a pre-trained submissive because my rules, desires and preferences are different than the person they may have learned from.

As her daddy I also act as her wise (not so old) owl to guide her and help her grow into a better and more structured person, to help her embrace her submission, creativity and free spirit.

She brings into my life the simple things that she falls in love with like the leaves as they change color, the rain on a summers day, the grass stains on the bottom of her feet and catching snowflakes on the tongue. As the provider I often do not notice these things in the rush to provide for the family and do what needs to be done… the little things in life that we should be enjoying get missed on a daily basis until I hear her little giggle or gasp of awe.

Like a good little babygirl she is always happy to see me, running up for hugs and kisses, speaking about things that excite her at 100 words a second and coming up just to randomly brush her hand against me for the physical contact.

It is easy to forget in a D/s relationship dynamic that everyone involved brings something important into the relationship just as everyone involved has to sacrifice to keep the relationship and family alive.

Surrender4love sacrifices in her choice to allow me to control her life, in following my decision that she work from home, in following my demands that the house be clean, in prepping dinner every night and waking the family during the day… she gives up parts of herself to ensure that others in the household are provided for on an emotional and spiritual level.

I work to provide roof and sustenance to the family, to ensure that our lights are on and the heat is paid. I analyze the direction we need to go and make sure that everyone is united towards the same goal. I do my best to make sure that babygirl does not forget to take time to be creative by writing and doing her artwork. I remind her when she is focusing so much on others that she begins to forget the things that are important to her.

Though this is a D/s relationship it is not, and will never be, a one sided relationship. She brings as much into the relationship as I do and sacrifices just as much as I do… we have a real world relationship that requires more than a “fuck me” dom dynamic.

I greatly value what she brings to the relationship because through her eyes (though she is the same age as I) I see the happy things in life and am able to smile at the sight of two small birds fighting over a large twig, things I would not have noticed if not for her.

She is sitting next to me right this moment and is starting to cry… that’s another important thing she brings in, the raw emotion fed by love and happiness.

~~BloodLustDaddy~~

Yahoo AP article: Article at Yahoo.com
Mormons Stole Our Rights: Support Site

America needs to ban together to show the Mormon Church that we will not allow a religious group to take away our freedoms granted and guaranteed by the Constitution. We do this by using their own actions against them and ban together to remove their status as a religious organization.

Join us in this social cause, marriage should not be controlled by government or church but left in the hands of those who are effected, the public.

UPDATE
Here are more links I have found including reports of members of the Mormon Church physically attacking peaceful protesters.

Prop 8 Protesters in Ca.: Article at signonsandiego.com
Video of protest and attacks: Video at LATimes.com

~~BloodLustDaddy~~

There are so many little things in life that a provider has to be responsible for: work, money, bills, emotional health, time management, appointments… it all can be overwhelming for even the most responsible provider at times. Once we get everything nailed down and figured out it seems that something comes up to throw a wrench into our plans.

These responsibilities are even more difficult when your a Master or Dom because you also have to take into account the wellbeing of those who have submitted to you. To have someone rely on you and hand themselves to you mind, body, spirit and soul is an additional responsibility and something that adds to your requirements.

Now add in family members who may be crying out for help, friends who need a shoulder to cry on and an ear to talk to, social groups that want your attention and assistance in building a community, political groups that want you to help canvas for specific officials, religious groups that want you to help protest and spread awareness and you end up having to juggle things in trying to keep everyone happy. At times there are just not enough hours in the day for all that we want to do, for everyone we want to help… and part of being responsible is to see when this happens and resolve how to fix it.

At times everything needs to be reevaluated and those things not of the utmost important need to be pushed aside… as a provider and a responsible person this can be hard to do, to admit that we are not able to handle everything the world wants us to no matter how much me may want to.

Several things have come up recently that have made me have to reconsider some of the responsibilities that I had taken in my day to day life… and because of some of these responsibilities others have been pushed back when they should not have been. I have resolved the situation now and things are back in proper order but I had to let a few go, and for some reason that stings. The thought that I can not handle everything in life that I want to does have an effect on the ego and the spirit, though I know that what I have done is in the best interest of those who’s lives depend on me I still feel bad for having to push other things aside

This will however again allow me to focus on those friends, family and tasks that matter most in my life.

More wheat and less chaff?

Have a good day, night and weekend.

~~BloodLustDaddy~~