“Ohhhhhh, Dad-deeeeeee!” I whispered.
Wait, what? I nearly swallowed my tongue the moment I realized I said it out loud instead of thinking it to myself. The rumbling growl that answered my plea told me everything I needed to know.
My voice changed in an instant. I became the babygirl he had called me earlier. He became Daddy. I, who thought she couldn’t say the word, was pleading with my Daddy to let me cum. My voice softened, lightened. Gone was the guttural screams of a woman needing release. Now, my little side came out to play, begging and whimpering in a new way that I’d never experienced, but it was no less genuine.
As a Daddy, he’s different than the Beast. The Beast throws me across the bed, holds my throat, and violently takes every orgasm I have. He throws my legs over my shoulders and fucks the hell out of me. God, I love it!
Daddy is kinder, gentler, but no less sadistic. He coddles me – when I deserve to be coddled. Our play immediately became different. I allowed my sassy, silly babygirl to show. She squeals and giggles – a lot. She pouts a little, too.
I told him later that the dynamic changed the moment he became Daddy, and I became babygirl. It felt completely natural. We fit like that. Ironic since he originally rejected the idea of being a DaddyDom, and I’ve been pretty outspoken about how I thought my little side worked.
Mentally, I’d been trying to fit us into the only D/s role that I knew – a strict Sir and a willing submissive. And he can be, most definitely, a strict Sir. But he is not my lion, and that’s a good thing.
Lion was very strict, and I adored that about him. This man, oh, he’s different. With him, my little feels very safe to come out in all her rag-tag glory – knee socks, pigtails, teddy bears, and all.
He’s not my Sir in the full submission, normal relationship way. We’re not planning elaborate details of a future together. But…
He’s one of my best friends. He’s my biggest supporter. He’s the first man in my life who upon hearing my dream of publishing my writing told me he would stand by me every step of the way, and then began helping me. He researches as much as I do, and we discuss different ideas nearly every day. If he hadn’t broken through my walls before, he did then.
I’m not going to gush about my feelings – because I don’t do that with him. I’m still wary. I’m still scared. Sadly, I’m still a bit heartbroken. There’s still a lot of real life to get through before big decisions can ever be made.
I won’t write much about our relationship. I learned a hard lesson last time. I haven’t and I won’t start trying to guess the future. I’m focusing on the here and now, and enjoying what we’ve cobbled together for ourselves.
But really, who knew I would ever have a Daddy?