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i love when subs have a lil attitude like they sas you all day long n you let them bc it’s so cute but then u put em in their place by forcing them down on the bed and you see their eyes widen and their breathing change bc they know you’re in control now

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I’d take such good care of you, sweet boy. I’d make sure you were always groomed and pretty, that you were always given the nicest clothes and the loveliest things.

And of course, I’d make sure you were always filled and fucked exactly the way we both know you need to be.

Yes, beautiful, I would spoil you absolutely rotten.

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Cock Worship and Comfort

There is nothing more deeply, intimately, passionately, spiritually, intensely, soulfully, primally connecting and comforting and safe than laying in bed, both on our sides facing in toward each other, slowly, lazily, deeply, sleepily sucking and worshipping Daddy’s cock while he pets my head, with no goal other than exactly that connection. This is D/s too.

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Daddy

My first inkling of it came from a reblog comment on one of my blog posts. I don’t remember exactly, but it was something along the lines of “Your daddy is so sweet.”

On seeing “your daddy” I got a little flustered. My heart was trying to melt, and my belly was trying to have butterflies but my mind didn’t let me fully recognize it.

When we first started domestic discipline, everything I had read used Sir. We tried to enter DD one step at a time, so I didn’t call @cynicaldom Sir at the beginning, but it didn’t take long for us to incorporate it. I later learned about other titles through Tumblr. I initially believed that Master was for subs who are slaves or pets, and Daddy was only for those who were littles. We weren’t M/s or DD/lg. So Sir still seemed right.

It didn’t take long for me to follow more blogs and to realize they were using the title Daddy without the sub being a little, or the Dom being a typical daddy Dom. It could just be a chosen title, an alternative to Sir, not necessarily linked to any given d/s relationship style. I finally realized you can have a Daddy without being a little. I asked myself if I liked that idea. I think part of me knew then that I did like it. I was too embarrassed to admit it, even to myself.

I mostly put it out of my mind for many months. Though occasionally I would read a Tumblr post, or talk to a fellow submissive on here and find myself swooning at the word Daddy. I slowly started to consciously accept that part of me did like it.

Then one day something happened that changed my mind. CD and I cracked each other’s backs and I only got a tiny crack out of his, but he cracked mine multiple times. We are jokingly competitive about all kinds of random, silly things - back cracks included. “Who is your big daddy?” he asked with his voice full of silly arrogance and pretend pride over how he had cracked my back better. Hearing those words put a knot in my stomach. Why did that sound so bad? I wasn’t sure but I didn’t want to analyze it further. I bluffed arrogance back at him. “Who is your big mama?!” We laughed.

I tried telling myself that the knot in my stomach was a sign that Daddy was not right for us. So I tried to put it out of my mind again for a while. Yet I still found myself swooning over the word when I came across it online. I couldn’t make sense of why it felt bad that day, if I liked the word like I thought I did.

It took a few months, but I decided I needed to confess this desire to CD even though I was conflicted, and still had worries about it not working out. I knew he had no problem with the word. I wasn’t sure if he would like it or be into it, but I knew he wouldn’t think it was bad, weird, gross, etc just based on conversations we had about D/s in general or posts from other people who use the title, that we had read together and discussed. My apprehension came from just admitting that I was into the idea of calling him Daddy. I was struggling to accept the truth myself still, so telling him just felt so vulnerable.

Part of me didn’t want to want to call him Daddy. We’ve been in a pretty cozy place with our D/s. Why change what’s working, right? But I also realized I wasn’t asking anything to change other than this one word. It wasn’t like we were renegotiating our rules or structure. It wasn’t that big of a change. I knew I needed to tell him, because I had tried to stop wanting it, to stop thinking about it, and I couldn’t. For weeks I kept trying to “see an opening” to bring it up. I just couldn’t find the guts.

One night we had particularly great sex. Sometimes that just turns me into a chatterbox without a filter. So I was talking his ear off about everything under the sun and somehow I wandered into talking about labels. I was trying to point in the direction of the D word without really saying it outright. Logically I should have just said “I like the idea of calling you Daddy.” It didn’t go down that way, though.

We talked about various D/s labels at first, and from there I was all mush-mouthed and going on random side rants. After probably over an hour of talking he stopped me to say “So..I can tell you’re trying to get around to saying something significant but I’m not sure if you didn’t say it yet, or if I just missed it. Are you asking me for something?” The blunt question made me feel shy. I stumbled around the point I was trying to make, yet again. He kept asking questions until finally, after probably half an hours time, we got there. “So…you think you like the idea of calling me Daddy but you think you’re too scared to actually say Daddy, and you’re afraid that maybe you won’t really even like it if you do say it?”

“Uhm. Uh. Yeah…..Yes. I think so…”

He was shocked that he never picked up on my desire for this, at all. In the past when I’ve admitted desires I have, he had some inkling of the idea already. This one he hadn’t picked up on at all. He was really understanding about it all. He said he found it titillating in porn when girls called their partners Daddy. He had never really considered it for our dynamic because he thought I was so comfortable with Sir, but he wasn’t opposed to it at all. I was still embarrassed. I tried backtracking and saying we should just give it time to see if my conflicting feelings would become more clear to me. He said we should just try it. That if we tried it and it felt bad we would just stop, but that we would never know for sure unless we tried. I explained how I was so embarrassed that I wasn’t sure I could just spit it out. How I wished he would force me to switch. He refused that, as I mostly expected. He wasn’t comfortable “forcing” me to say Daddy because he knew I was unsure about it all. He told me to just try it when I felt ready.

A week or so went by with me sticking with Sir.

One day he told me to bring him something from the kitchen. I had been in the middle of working on something. I nodded and headed that way. I’m not required to reply to orders verbally. I had stayed silent because I was slightly frustrated with having my work interrupted and my tone of voice gives away my emotions too much. I thought nodding would show less attitude. Apparently, it showed through anyway. “Yes, Daddy!” He said in a high-pitched and eager voice, pretending to be me, as a way of gently correcting my attitude.

My heart fell to my stomach but not in the knot like before. This time it was just a puddle of swoony, lovey-dovey mush. That emotional response made me feel so much better about our odds of this going well. Maybe this is right for us. That certainly felt right.

I still couldn’t muster the guts to say it for a few days. It happened during sex. He occasionally will taunt me by suddenly pulling out, or going in and out INSANELY slowly to make me beg for him. Sometimes it’s just pure sadism. Sometimes if I beg good enough, or creatively enough he’ll give in. The first few times I went with my normal begging. “Please! Pleeeease fuck me. Ugh. Please, Sir. I need your cock, Sir.” No response. I was desperate enough that I found the guts. “Please, Daddy!” He gave it to me, hard.

I was happy, but still so embarrassed.

From there I kept using it during sex, when I could remember to. I had to try to stop myself from instinctively saying Sir, so I could force myself to say Daddy. It often would come out more like “Please…..Daddy.” than “Please, Daddy!” He didn’t mind that it took me a bit more time than “Yes, Sir!” used to. At least during sex.

After about a week later, I had still only used it during sex, despite trying to work up the guts to say it in other circumstances. I just couldn’t push the word out of my mouth. I’ve never used Sir full time, just for sex, responses to warnings or correction, and punishment. I had not been in trouble or corrected, so the opportunity hadn’t really arisen. I have thought about trying to use Daddy more than I used Sir. More like a name, than a title. I couldn’t make the words come out, though.

One night I had been giving him a blowjob and he told me to stop sucking. “May I lick?” he said yes. I continued just licking for a while and then he said to stop licking. “We’re done.”

He does this once in a while, to make me crazy remind me that I’m owned, and/or to build up the intensity for later. Or just because he can, I suppose.

“Really? We’re really just done?” I asked, a little whiny.

“Yes.”

I flopped on the bed dramatically but playfully. He laughed at me. He likes seeing me desperate as long as I remain respectful.

“How can you stand this?” I whined.

“I enjoy feeling the control more than the pleasure itself, sometimes.” He explained. I sighed loudly. The sigh was over the line, my desperation now read as disrespect, not just desperation. He got more serious and stared into my eyes “And because I can. I get to decide when and how you are used. Right?”

I knew he was warning me that I was pushing too much, that I needed to accept his decision. “Yes!” I said quickly, wanting to avoid a delayed response. I didn’t realize it until It was too late. I stopped myself from impulsively saying “Sir” like I had been trying to do. I couldn’t say anything else quick enough though, so the single word “Yes” hung in the air.

“That response needs a Sir or a Daddy.” he scolded me.

I literally squirmed. My mind raced. What do I do? Which do I say? He offered Sir first. That’s still an acceptable answer. That’d be easier. More comfortable.

His eyes are stern and looking at me intently, waiting on me to correct my mistake.

“Yes…D…Daddy.”

He smiles and strokes my hair. It feels right.

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