If you think I’m going to talk about cock size, think again. For the record, that size doesn’t matter either. Knowing what to do with everything you have is all that matters. Frankly, there are times when Daddy doesn’t need to fuck me at all, and I’m a happy girl. Hell, sometimes he doesn’t fuck me, and he’s a happy man.
I’m talking about the physical size of the Dominant. None of you would know this because I’ve never posted any pictures, but Daddy and I are the exact same height. In heels, especially the boots he likes me to wear, I tower over him. We’re about the same size in all ways – I can wear his pajama bottoms very comfortably, and his slippers are just a tad too tight (but I’ve got big feet).
This was actually a big deal to me in the beginning. I spent a lot of time in my head wondering if we would work because I firmly believed a man, especially my Dominant, needed to be taller than me. I needed to be physically smaller in order to feel submissive. God, sometimes I’m an idiot.
One of the few times I let him know how much it upset me, he looked me in the eyes and without a word, wrapped his fingers in my hair, forcing me to my knees next to him. He looked down at me. “Who’s taller now, babygirl?” I have a vague memory of breathing a “You are” at him. (Hands in hair, forced submission, kneeling? Yeah, everything was fuzzy after that.)
I don’t worry about our matched height when we’re together anymore. I like being able to look directly into his eyes. I like knowing that we’re perfectly matched when we lay side by side – everything just fits like a glove.
I still fidget a bit when I’m wearing shoes that make me taller than Daddy. He has to tell me to wear heels. I hate being taller when we’re out in public. I want it to be clear who’s in charge. Somewhere along the way, I’ve confused height with authority.
He doesn’t worry or care, though. He knows it doesn’t matter which of us is taller. He has a quiet confidence that people are drawn to. He knows I’m his, and it doesn’t matter that I’m temporarily taller. He’s keenly aware of who’s in control, and if for a moment I forget, he reminds me – even when we’re in public. Mmmm, I love his “reminders” in public.
Size doesn’t make the man or the Dominant. Dominants and submissives come in all shapes and sizes – big or small, tall or short. And frankly, Daddy is perfect for me in all ways, height included.