In a perfect world, Daddy and I would live in a D/s paradise where every interaction would be laden with “Daddy,” “babygirl,” “Sir,” “little one,” and a million other endearments in the world of Dominance and submission. We don’t live in a perfect world, so the real world will have to do.
Daddy and I are in a long distance relationship which means that a lot of our daily communication is in text or email form, mostly text messages. Even in text message, real life intervenes.
Looking good enough to eat babygirl. (I’d just sent him my daily picture of me in panties and little else.)
I’m your personal buffet Daddy. Open 24/7 just for you. 🙂
Mmmmm, and I am ready to feast upon you.
To savor ALL that is mine, sating the Beast within. Unleashing the Beast to ravish you. (Side note, the Beast is the ultra-Dominant sadistic side of Daddy – and I. Love. It!)
I want the Beast, Daddy. I want to be used hard. I want it to hurt. I want to be brought low.
Not just to be left boneless, but the next day to feel his presence upon your body, to carry his mark.
Yes Daddy. To be reminded in the most physical way to whom I belong.
To leave you whimpering and quivering in a puddle.
/shivers. Yes, Daddy. To be a little afraid…like I was for my spanking.
Bathrooms are clean. 🙂 (I’d been giving him updates of what I was doing all morning)
But to know that the Beast would never truly harm you, only take what is his by right.
Just got out of the shower, and it feels so good.
Yes, Daddy, I know. But the fear is still real. And I like it.
Is your back feeling better?
And it went on from there. My point to all of that is to show that even when we let ourselves go deep into a D/s conversation, using words to create fantasy when we are physically separated, real life still happens. The conversation went on from there. I let him know that my vacuum was working, thanks to him. I told him when the floors were swept and mopped. And in the middle of all of that, he let me know that the next time we were together, the Beast would be present.
Whether you’re new to D/s, or you’re peeking in to take a look from sheer curiosity, don’t forget that we’re two people navigating the rest of our lives. It’s not all kinky sex with collars and leashes (although that wouldn’t bother me). Bills still get paid. Meals still get cooked. Houses still get clean. And in between, we talk dirty to one another, muse about our mutual fantasies, and look forward to the next time we can unleash our kinky selves.