Sexual Domination

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masterpet:

Daddy’s Girl

I really can’t stand my father. He was my tormentor well into my adult life. He was a toxic, cruel, abusive person that left me with emotional scars and anxiety and confidence and self-esteem issues that I am still discovering. I feel like a minefield a decade after a landslide passed over it: seems all right, until something blows up in your face as you walk through it. 

My husband has known this from the earliest days of our contact, because I blogged about it. As we went from friends to an online and then a face to face relationship, finally to marriage that was from inception a D/s relationship, we stopping being B. and W. and became Master and Pet. We discussed early on what terms we would use for one another, and My Lord, Sir and others that are common seemed strange to me. Equally, Slave, Slut, Girl were more adjectives than names to me. Daddy, however wasn’t one of the options that I recall us really considering. 

What I discovered much more recently, within the last few months, is that Daddy is exactly what Master wanted to be called. He didn’t tell me, because he worried that I would associate the term with my own father, something that neither of us wanted. Had He suggested Daddy at the get go, I would not have been enthused, to be honest. Not because of any connection to my father but just it felt a bit silly, moderately incestuous, and even a bit cheap. Neither of us is into age-play. So we became Master and Pet and it felt right and we were both very happy with it. And still are. 

But recent issues began to change things for us. First, there was my health issue which has now been dragging for quite a few months, all of this year thus far, in fact. This ate at my self esteem and self-confidence, and was a constant source of physical pain and mental worry. Second, I struggled with some challenges and demands at work that I did not anticipate but impacted my delight in working quite a lot. Third was my family issue with my father still managing to sabotage relationships I have with people, giving me the choice of returning to the fold for more abuse or losing friendships that were important to me. That hit me hard. 

I don’t think there was anything conscious on our part but somehow I felt the need to be comforted and protected, and Master felt very much the need to give me both those things. I can’t recall how and why I started calling Him Daddy, but I did, and liked it. He was nervous, worried about the whole father connection to the term but, as you know, we talk a lot, and I made it clear that I had no such mental association. At that point He embraced it wholeheartedly.

Being called His Baby, His little girl, His BabyGirl, and most often, His BabySlut, felt good. We stopped degradation play entirely (you’ll note that I’ve not drunk pee or eaten out of my doggie bowl in ages). I felt loved and protected in a way that went beyond the obvious love and affection that He had for me already. It made us closer and more intimate. And I desperately needed it.

In return, He had something that He wanted all along, to be my Daddy and to have an obedient little slave girl. It grew and grew in strength, until the last few months the only time I would call Him anything other than Daddy was when we were in public, or when He was giving me orders and I would call Him Master. Even that faded to Daddy over time.

A couple of weeks ago I asked Him if my calling Him Daddy turned Him on. He told me that it did. That He finally felt okay with it now that He was certain I was not being harmed in doing so. He said, “It makes me think of you vulnerable and needing me to sooth you.” In some ways, that is the essence of DD/lg relationships and certainly what He has attempted to do for me. 

I told Him that being called His little girl, and particularly His BabySlut, actually turned me on, a lot. However, I don’t pretend to be a child, I find the idea repellent, and have no more interest in coloring books than I did when I was five. Sometimes during sex I do talk a bit…different… calling His cum ‘spermies’ and a few things like that, just to emphasize my little-ness compared to Him. No, I most definitely am not pretending to be a child. They are simply terms that reflect what we feel: that He is my Daddy, my superior, my protector, and I’m His BabySlut, His little girl that adores and obeys Him.

I guess it’s a bit strange for you to read, maybe seems bizarre or silly, but the fact remains I feel even more loved and protected than before. We both admitted to one another that we had become a Daddy Dom/little girl relationship. I’m amazed at the evolution of our relationship. Every time I think things are immutable, I discover the impermanence of it all. 

~Pet (aka BabySlut)

masterpet:

Daddy’s Girl

I really can’t stand my father. He was my tormentor well into my adult life. He was a toxic, cruel, abusive person that left me with emotional scars and anxiety and confidence and self-esteem issues that I am still discovering. I feel like a minefield a decade after a landslide passed over it: seems all right, until something blows up in your face as you walk through it.

My husband has known this from the earliest days of our contact, because I blogged about it. As we went from friends to an online and then a face to face relationship, finally to marriage that was from inception a D/s relationship, we stopping being B. and W. and became Master and Pet. We discussed early on what terms we would use for one another, and My Lord, Sir and others that are common seemed strange to me. Equally, Slave, Slut, Girl were more adjectives than names to me. Daddy, however wasn’t one of the options that I recall us really considering.

What I discovered much more recently, within the last few months, is that Daddy is exactly what Master wanted to be called. He didn’t tell me, because he worried that I would associate the term with my own father, something that neither of us wanted. Had He suggested Daddy at the get go, I would not have been enthused, to be honest. Not because of any connection to my father but just it felt a bit silly, moderately incestuous, and even a bit cheap. Neither of us is into age-play. So we became Master and Pet and it felt right and we were both very happy with it. And still are.

But recent issues began to change things for us. First, there was my health issue which has now been dragging for quite a few months, all of this year thus far, in fact. This ate at my self esteem and self-confidence, and was a constant source of physical pain and mental worry. Second, I struggled with some challenges and demands at work that I did not anticipate but impacted my delight in working quite a lot. Third was my family issue with my father still managing to sabotage relationships I have with people, giving me the choice of returning to the fold for more abuse or losing friendships that were important to me. That hit me hard.

I don’t think there was anything conscious on our part but somehow I felt the need to be comforted and protected, and Master felt very much the need to give me both those things. I can’t recall how and why I started calling Him Daddy, but I did, and liked it. He was nervous, worried about the whole father connection to the term but, as you know, we talk a lot, and I made it clear that I had no such mental association. At that point He embraced it wholeheartedly.

Being called His Baby, His little girl, His BabyGirl, and most often, His BabySlut, felt good. We stopped degradation play entirely (you’ll note that I’ve not drunk pee or eaten out of my doggie bowl in ages). I felt loved and protected in a way that went beyond the obvious love and affection that He had for me already. It made us closer and more intimate. And I desperately needed it.

In return, He had something that He wanted all along, to be my Daddy and to have an obedient little slave girl. It grew and grew in strength, until the last few months the only time I would call Him anything other than Daddy was when we were in public, or when He was giving me orders and I would call Him Master. Even that faded to Daddy over time.

A couple of weeks ago I asked Him if my calling Him Daddy turned Him on. He told me that it did. That He finally felt okay with it now that He was certain I was not being harmed in doing so. He said, “It makes me think of you vulnerable and needing me to sooth you.” In some ways, that is the essence of DD/lg relationships and certainly what He has attempted to do for me.

I told Him that being called His little girl, and particularly His BabySlut, actually turned me on, a lot. However, I don’t pretend to be a child, I find the idea repellent, and have no more interest in coloring books than I did when I was five. Sometimes during sex I do talk a bit…different… calling His cum ‘spermies’ and a few things like that, just to emphasize my little-ness compared to Him. No, I most definitely am not pretending to be a child. They are simply terms that reflect what we feel: that He is my Daddy, my superior, my protector, and I’m His BabySlut, His little girl that adores and obeys Him.

I guess it’s a bit strange for you to read, maybe seems bizarre or silly, but the fact remains I feel even more loved and protected than before. We both admitted to one another that we had become a Daddy Dom/little girl relationship. I’m amazed at the evolution of our relationship. Every time I think things are immutable, I discover the impermanence of it all.

~Pet (aka BabySlut)