Taken care of, fixed, all better.

* hint hint *

–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~~

I was made an OP in the #domination_and_submission chat channel on Collarme.com and one of the first things I had to do was get a bot up and running to handle a lot of the manual work. This has been a very busy week between work, the channel and helping friends with personal issues. Please know that surrender4love and I are doing well.

Surrender4love has been going crazy this last week because of a lack of journal for her to write in, the easy way to resolve this is to have her post it on the site but she often journals about the mundane in day to day life that I am not sure would be of interest to anyone but me. I personally would love to have it all online but feel it would quickly out us if she started sharing information about friends and family as we are a fairly abnormal couple with an abnormal family and with even a little information someone that knows us would be able to link us to the site… this would hurt people that I have no want or reason to hurt, the innocent can not suffer for our attempt to be somewhat public about our lives.

I also do not wish to burden my girl with idle tasks such as writing parts here, copying it to paper and then finishing with the day to day that is only of interest to us. I see this is an issue that I must resolve soon as she is lost without her journal.

I will let you know how this is resolved.

I will post a “deep” article tomorrow night, tonight is just a thinking and sleeping night.

~~BloodLustDaddy~~

Let’s start off by taking a look at what a DaddyDom/baby girl relationship is NOT about.
It is not about incest
It is not about degradation
It is not about pedophilia
It is not about total psychological manipulation
It is not about slavery
It is not about sexual Freudian ideals

Now that above is out of the way, I am going to explain what being a in a DaddyDom/baby girl relationship is all about for me. I realize that everyone’s experience is different and I am not advocating what goes on in my relationship as being a standard in any way. I am just going over what personally works about this aspect of the lifestyle for me. You may agree and you may disagree, both of which you have the right to do. And as consenting adults in a lifestyle relationship what we do with ours is our right as well.

I am an adult woman, thirty-four years old who has retained my childlike enthusiasm and excitement over just about everything. I am also naive and gullible when it comes to the outside world. I am one of those people who want to believe the good in every one, which when added to my natural submissive nature puts me at risk with the outside world, social predators and other’s who have a stronger personality and temperament then I do. The bonus that I have going for me is that I am also smart enough to realize these things about myself and understand my own vulnerabilities. Unfortunately, I also have a tendency to be used, lied to and manipulated by predatory personality types; I often do not realize what is going on until events start to happen and I end up in situations that I won’t understand until after they have occurred. In short, I need to be protected and I know that.

Being a submissive, I have a drive to please and to put all other’s before myself. I strive to help people by serving them and fulfilling their needs in emotional, material and physical ways. I have a habit of doing these things to my own detriment. I give all that I can until I am a exhausted on all levels with no ability to stop myself from doing so. I need to be able to fulfill this drive in an environment that is safe, emotionally productive and physically healthy.

Now, I won’t go into the rest of what makes up my personality and how I work internally but suffice it to say that in all regards I need more than the standard aspect of a Dom, I need a DaddyDom and that is what and who BloodLustDaddy has become. Keep in mind though, that I did not realize that is what I needed until our relationship naturally went in that direction.

BloodLustDaddy is many things for me. He is the love of my life, my Dominant, my Master, the center of my world and he is my Daddy. He has total control of my life and he shapes my world as well as shapes me into a better person using my natural abilities. All my needs are met, expanded and developed by his control and his guidance. Because we do have a stable foundation of love, trust and respect I think that enables me to believe in him, even when I cannot believe in myself. I think an important part of him being my Daddy is that by shaping me as a person he takes great pride and joy in what I can accomplish. He pushes my limits and even though I do get scared, I have complete trust in him that what he does to me and for me is in my best interest and in the best interest of our relationship. I worship him as my provider, protector, lover and reveal in all that makes him who he is as a person both in our relationship and in the outside world. I defer to his guidance and his care and as such he has become my Daddy. And as Daddy’s baby girl I am more than a submissive woman, I am the center of his world and his heart.

Daddy’s love and dominance is both controlling and caring. He wants me to succeed because when I do so, then he succeeds as well. As his baby girl I am an extension of who he is, an outward reflection of his dominance and what that power he holds can do.

In a way, our D/s relationship is almost like an alternative version of a “traditional” 1950′s relationship with the added bonus of TPE and BDSM. In the fifties it wasn’t uncommon for the woman to call her husband her Daddy. The Daddy provided for her, cared for her and she was seen as an extension of him. The “little woman” at home was a direct product of what the Daddy, as a man could and should do in the terms of society at the time. Daddy was the problem solver, the fixer, the glue that held the family together against all odds and he was the punisher keeping his family in line and in working order. Daddy’s in society were very common until the sexual revolution. Also, just an interesting thing to note is that men in general were not depicted as bumbling idiots who couldn’t run a home or family until after the sexual revolution took place…just saying.

~surrender4love

“Johnny Feelgood” by “Liz Phair“, a sample of the lyrics:

And I’ve never met a man I was so crazy about
It kinda has become an obsession to me
I hate him all the time
But I still get up
When he knocks me down
And he orders me around
‘Cause it loosens me up
And I can’t get enough
And I’d pay to spend the night with him some more

And I liked it
Let me tell you I liked it more and more

04-johnny-feelgood

Ya, fucking HOT right? I would so enjoy a weekend, month or year with her in my collar

~~BloodLustDaddy~~

A squirting woman has full body rolling orgasms that rock her body, she is unable to control her reflexes, her body or even her mind. The beauty of a female after she has had a squirting orgasm is nothing short of amazing. The female mind during a squirting orgasm shuts down to where they take on an almost childish state of mind, unable to complete any but the most simple of sentences. This has been my goal with surrender4love for a couple months now and last weekend we finally achieved it.

It started on the “loverly” side with a lot of kissing and petting, an attempt to involve every sense as deeply into the experience as I could. After a lengthy loverly session we moved on to penetration with her on her back, hands pinned above her head and legs spread wide. We have a standing rule that surrender4love is not allowed to orgasm unless she asks and is give permission, in order to prevent her asking for permission my lips were pressed with force against hers. After a little while I released her arms and allowed her hands to roam my body.

Feeling her body shake as she held back the orgasm I became more forceful, not pausing for even a second in the thrusting. Continuing to ravage her body and feeling the tears of exertion roll down her cheeks from holding back the orgasm I finally released her lips and spoke the command “Cum for Daddy”.

The orgasm wracked her body, she gasped for air and went into uncontrollable shaking and sobbing fits, with a deep moan she exploded, warm fluids shooting from her pussy and drenching us both. She continued to twitch and wiggle in ecstasy for nearly thirty minutes, unable to speak anything beyond a basic word and mostly just giggles, in deep orgasm the entire time. After her orgasm a light touch or breath on her body brought her to the edge of orgasm again.

There is something really cute about a woman who has been fucked silly, truly silly as in unable to speak anything beyond a couple of words. And when those words are spoken there is such a childish enthusiasm that she almost seams like a child learning how to speak all over again.

I find this to be almost the golden chalice of dominance, the ability to take what was once a fragile girl and strip her fears and insecurities away leaving only sexuality, spirituality and acceptance. To be able to bring a submissive to the point of ecstasy and hold her there, to show her body the power of an unconstrained orgasm. This is the sign of a master, one who can not only master himself and control his submissive but to be able to control her body to the point where it belongs to him and his touch, where she has lost all control and he now controls her through the pleasure that he chooses to allow or deny.

Her submission has been absolute in the last week, after the experience that night she has been ready, willing and begging to submit to any desire I have no matter how odd or perverse. This is what I see should be the goal of every dominant, to bring their submissive beyond the “I serve because I am submissive” to the level of “I serve because my body aches”. You can not fight the body, only the mind and in this case she has shown her mind and body belong to me in all ways, when I touch her now I can see the ripples of remembered pleasure surge across her body and the ache for more filling her eyes.

The experience for me has been enormous, to know that I can take her to the point that no other man she has been with could That I can take her to the point where her body, from the top of her head to the tip of her toes is writhing in desire and a simple touch can again bring her to a spasming orgasm. To know that her thoughts will never again be on what another man would feel like because they are always on what I have made her feel like.

~~BloodLustDaddy~~

*BloodLustDaddy sings*: Come on, abuse me more I like it…

Enjoy and see you next week with more sexy music.

~~BloodLustDaddy~~

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.

~~BloodLustDaddy~~

Sorry about that, it was a bug in the version of wordpress I am running.

~~BloodLustDaddy~~

Beltane by Sharyn Turner

No, I don’t mean that God. Set your minds lower to the dirtier, animalistic side of the spiritual; the Pagan side. My Horned God and all that is male centered with the universe as a whole comes to me through BloodLustDaddy. He is my physical male representative of the divine and it’s not all because he whips me. When I look at him and obey him, in a sense I am falling in line under the will of his spirit and in doing so, I honor my own spirit as well.

Our sexual and personality preferences are not something that we can detach. The same goes for our spirituality, it is not a detachable or an interchangeable aspect of who we are… it just simply is who we are.

I do understand that there are some people who won’t understand this concept and that’s okay. For me though, being submissive and under BloodLustDaddy’s command is not at all unlike that of being a rock polished or carved by the force of water. I see both of us as pure forces of nature. We are as natural as the Earth and in keeping with the laws of the natural world we share that balance that exists all around us but is rarely honored or set free in the constrained mainstream world that our society has created. His dominance balances me and fuels the fire of who I really am. BloodLustDaddy’s ownership of me makes me a better submissive, a better woman and a better person on all planes of existence.

There is a beauty in being unable to separate our spirituality with our D/s lifestyle. We have freedom in and through each other because of BDSM being a regular part of everyday life and not just something we do every few years. Honestly, I don’t think that now I could handle not having the lifestyle being our LIFESTYLE.

Such things as Chakra alignment and channeling energy through each other’s bodies is apart of what we do, along with exploring the events and experiences that make up all of the little pieces inside us as humans. We exude spirituality in every little thing we do because we accept that spirit energy that makes up the core of who we are in conjunction with the mundane physical world that we live in. D/s, BDSM, Paganism and universal energy all align with one another to support our spirits from the inside. You can think of it a little, as the ribbon that runs through a corset piercing.