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

Living there we had Daddy, me and three other women. We lived communally as sisters all under Daddy’s control. One woman was named Anna and she had blond hair, another woman had red hair and I do not remember her name, while the last woman had a rainbow type thing going on with her hair and it was like that because Daddy was making her grow it out and wouldn’t let her dye it anymore. We grew our own food, lived by a fresh water creek and had a small barn with a cow, pigs and chickens. We all worked together to live off the land and to live in harmony with the nature that surrounded us.

I noticed that there were two owls there. One when I went into the main bedroom yurt to grab something and one perched in the kitchen. I also notice that there were three ravens there that hopped around while tending to the herb garden.

Many of the details, I do not remember now. What I do remember was a very peaceful sense of community within our little group and a feeling of comfort that this was my family. I am not sure where all this has come from but I think that it may be in part from being a Pagan, a poly and Daddy’s baby girl. I’ve also been fortunate to attend Pagan gatherings for weeks at a time where we all created our own little community for the time that we had there.

I do not know if such a thing is possible in this day and age. I do wish it was, though. As I see the loss of being part of a community, now matter how small or large is a problem that sends many people looking in the wrong direction trying to fill that need.

~surrender4love

Three things that I have always been that will not be changing: Pagan, Poly and Submissive. Those are three cornerstones that make up my personality and my existence.

I was raised as a Pagan and I have never been anything else. Being Pagan, gives me the understanding that as women we are not as our modern society wants to create us to be. We are all beautiful and a part of the world just as we are a part of each other. Women can enhance one another, support one another in ways that men cannot. I see all women as being apart of one another; what I do not see is the need to be made or manipulated into being something that we are not. For example, women do not naturally look like Barbie and we should not be thrown (or throw ourselves) into some societal pseudo-competition in order to look that way. We are all different shapes, weights and colors and that in itself is truly beautiful. You don’t see an Oak tree getting all upset because a willow bends more in the wind because it’s thinner… modern female competition is unneeded, unnatural and unfounded.

Being ploy, I understand that it is possible for adults to have more than one loving relationship at a time. I feel that it is when we separate that love and compartmentalize it, is when people run into issues. The reason, I feel that many relationships fail is because one partner will try to keep two separate partners running at the same time… this separation does not allow for a relationship to flow. A relationship between two people is enhanced by becoming a relationship between three people or more. Human beings enhance one another on a natural basis. Plus, there is that added bonus of more people… more kink but I think that with the nature of this site that’s subject is implied.

As a submissive, I have a drive to please and a high level of vulnerability. Having a submissive sister added to our relationship would enhance both our submissive natures and Daddy’s dominance. In regards to this aspect, it really is that simply stated because I view it as a simple subject. Should we find that elusive woman to add to our relationship, she would have to be submissive and be open to having a DaddyDom.

Now, when I label having a woman join us for the long term as a sister it is because that is what is being looked for. Sure, I want to have another submissive to enjoy and to share with Daddy. Someone to be tied up with me and someone who can pleasure Daddy and myself as well, while being pleasured themselves. I also want someone to have a conversation with. Someone who is a woman in her own right because that for me is what makes the experience in the sexual side of things that much greater. Someone who understands an artistic submissive temperament and someone who wants a DaddyDom. Someone who wants to be trapped but isn’t trapped by the Christianized and societal standard of what a woman is.

~surrender4love
daddy’s baby girl

If this had been a couple of years ago, I more than likely would have freaked out. I had preconceived notions of what a “DaddyDom” was. I was afraid what that might represent and I didn’t think at the time that I was capable of handling such a thing emotionally. Now, at this current stage… I can look back and see that my fears were unfounded.

BloodLustDaddy as my Dom, does take a parental role in our TPE. He is my provider and the law in our household as well as in our relationship. He is not by any means a father figure. There is a difference between being an actual child and needing a father and being a grown woman and needing a Daddy. Him being my DaddyDom means that he takes care of me on an even deeper level emotionally than that of being Sir. And I being submissive am driven now by an additional need and want to be a good girl for my Daddy.

I find a great deal of comfort in being his baby girl. I also find a great deal in freedom emotionally that allows me to go deeper in my service to him by being closer to who I am and being allowed to embrace that. Part of being a grown woman and being a baby girl, is not in acting as a child but in having a high level of vulnerability and innocence in regards to the surrounding world. A baby girl needs protection both from the outside world and from herself; this is where the dynamic of BloodLustDaddy being my DaddyDom comes in for me.

I am comfortable with the evolution that has taken place in our relationship. The change was overall a subconscious one the became a part of our everyday lives. I love my Daddy even more than I can fully describe in words and I am proud to please him as his baby girl.

~surrender4love

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~~