Good luck Daddy!

As Daddy knows, and fully aware of, I’m a brat! I also like to find ways to be playful and those can be risky. As I know that Daddy drew His line on concrete, but I draw mine in sand. Not that mine even matters.I can move my line, bend it, make a different shape!
I don’t do things to be disrespectful,  and when I’ve crossed the line, I give myself up. I am at a full confession over anything that went wrong, at that point you would swear I was catholic and Daddy my priest. Well, when I screw up badly that’s about where I’m at. Praying for His mercy, and angelic protection.

” please don’t let my Daddy kill me”, I sound something like that. 

As our lives intertwine more and more, I aware that Daddy knows me like a book!   He’s knows when I’m on my own, if I’m not busy, if im on task. I do try to be bratty cuz I’m bored. Like for instance, a few weeks ago!  I was bored, Daddy was busy. After doing laundry, I see His work shirt, and now I start getting this scathingly brilliant idea. ‘ Let’s mess with Daddy!’ . This thought in my mind seems relatively harmless.  But to those around me, they laugh and let me know I must love getting my ass beat.  I don’t love it, I just want to play!

So, I take Daddys work shirt to my room. I own a professional camera, so I slip on Daddys shirt, and set my timer. I do love to be His naughty girl. I kept the pics light, they could have been dirtier! But that’s not what it was about. I wanted Him to see His work shirt on His slave. He works so hard, out in the heat, the cold, rainy days, windy days,Daddy puts everyone else first. But I’m at the top of the list of putting Him first. I love that! If anyone ever deserved to know how wonderful they are, it’s Daddy!

I send Him a text, letting Him know that something happened to his work shirt. Within 10 mins, I get a text back from Him,

“Wtf, don’t be messing with me”

Oops, well to late for that! I already messed with you Daddy. But I figure once He sees what happened to His shirt! It just happened to appear in some hot pics for Him!  So, once He got His pics , He let me know how He felt about them!  And that He was undecided about beating my ass since I did mess with Him! Oh, believe me, I did mess with Him! When I get these great ideas I don’t think them thru.

“On a scale of 1-10, how mad could be get?” This never goes thru my mind.

Daddy did bring up a good point this morning! When we live together, what will I do then? Hmm, I definitely need a plan for that. I can’t run from Him, He’s faster! I can’t take Him on, He’s stronger! I can’t runaway from home, He’d find me! Sounds like I’m running out of options. I will just have to be good all the time. I say, ‘Let’s stick to achievable goals’ . I cannot be good all the time, most of the time ,Yes! All the time, No. Daddy will have to let me have like one weekend a month where I can try to get away with anything. I can think my way into bratty stuff. Hopefully if He let’s me have fun, lil bit bratty, I get a reprieve from ass beatings. Or life with Daddy will be painful! Hmm, I’m guessing painful. My reasoning: cA use we talked about it and He smiles, then there’s this evil laugh, from the bowels of hell. He’s enjoying whatever thought just went thru His head. 

Maybe, just maybe I can learn mind control before we live together. Like in star wars! “This is not the brat I’m looking for, move along” . Lol, something like that?! I’m guessing mind control only works on the weak minded,  then that’s definitely not Daddy. Maybe a bodyguard? A twin? I could have a lab clone me, grow second quickly, that’s the one He gets to give pain to! Knowing Daddy,  he’ll figure it out, beat us both! I am running out of bratty options. Any ideas????  I still have some time before we are together permanently.  

A bdsm contract! Write it in legaleeze. That way maybe Daddy can’t understand what He’s signing, but is all about not beating my ass! 

I sound desperate here, I am! I don’t get beat so much now, but I just have this feeling…(Daddys evil laugh here).


Til the world just goes away…


This describes my mood today perfectly. It’s been a crappy few weeks, right in a row. I used to have a lot on my plate, so I traded it in for a god damn platter. To life: there is nothing bigger, so quit giving me so much to handle on my own.

To those who will text and ask if I need to talk. Thx, but no thx. If I choose to talk to anyone about the crap going on then you’ll know.

Today’s list: clean bathroom top to bottom since someone threw up and it’s everywhere. Food shop. Do laundry. Do dishes that no one else could do. Ask me once more to watch your kid… Clean house. I’m supposed to have time with my Daddy,  but at this point I think I will spend my day by myself. I refuse to go back home til I’m god damned ready to do more bullshit. Just fuck off.

I need more alcohol, relaxes me, I forget why I want to runaway from home.

I have had nothing to really say all week, til I woke this morning to a disaster.  My only day off. Now that’s an oxymoron, don’t you think?! (Day off )   my ass

Hope yours is going better


Kittens in trouble, Sir has a lesson to teach

As kitten has been given instructions on how to plz her Sir, she realizes that he failed to give her a timeframe in which to have it all done by. So kitten takes her time. Something that could have taken a day or two. She took several weeks on. She figured if Sir got mad, she would respectfully point that he was the one who failed to give a timeframe. She felt happy with herself that she got it done, even if it wasn’t faster.

Sir had told her that she was heading for trouble, that just because his job took him out of town so often, didn’t mean that she should take advantage.  Sir had noticed that she was being disrespectful and bratty, that it needed to be nipped in the bud now, or kitten may get worse.

Kitten didn’t really heed Sir’s warning. She went along in her day, doing as she pleased. Sir would call her, but kitten had turned off her phone. Kitten was expected to go to the gym nearly everyday, but she had been slacking in this too. She had been forgetting her place.

Sir had finally got kitten on the phone, he made plans with her for a weekend together. There was a cabin he would renting, and they could have some alone  time.

Sir got off work early for a Friday afternoon, texted kitten that she needed to be ready and would there in about an hour. Kitten texted right back, she was so excited to have Sir for a whole weekend all to herself.  She packed quickly.

Once her Sir arrived, kitten was ready to go. She was talking about all the things they would do on their weekend trip. Still not getting a clue that Sir had not even said one word, he just picked up her bags and put them in the car. Opened kittens door, as she slid in and off they went. This cabin was about a  two hour drive, kitten would normally be tired, but she was already bored from the drive. She was turning the radio to any station that had decent music, but further up into the mountains they got, the less stations there were, so kitten was unhappy, and even more bored. Suddenly out in the woods didn’t sound so good to her. The more she griped, the more Sir was quiet, and patiently listened to her spoiled ass complain. Kitten still had no idea what was in store for her.

To the cabin at last. Sir got out of the car, and went around to open kittens door, she was already complaining about the cold, there was some snow on the ground. Sir grabbed the bags from the car, and they headed into the cabin. He told kitten to go freshen up, put on something sexy, kitten tried to argue, but Sir stood their with arms folded,  and a stern look. So, kitten went to do as she was told.

Once changed, Sir took her by the wrist and put her in restraints.

“Kitten sit your spoiled ass down now”

Kitten was so upset

“Well babygirl,  are you ready to behave yourself?” Sir asked. But kitten was so mad, she didn’t say one word to him. Well now your quiet. You will get on your knees and give your Sir a blowjob. Make it good kitten. I’m very angry with you.”

Kitten was on her knees within seconds, Sir undid his zipper. Kitten started sucking on his cock like she had never done before. She heard the tone to his voice. She wasn’t sure what was in store for her. But she knew complying was her only way out of trouble, if there was such a thing. Sir grabbed her by the hair and looked into her eyes, and said,

“If I feel one tooth, just one, I will stop you and then beat your ass til it’s black and blue. Then you Wil start again, are we clear kitten?”

Kitten shook her head yes. He was very angry. He had never spoken to her like that before. She was caught off guard, and didn’t know just how to figure him out this moment. 

“When you decide to treat me with respect, we can move to the next punishment”,  he explained how she had earned this one.

Kitten was quiet, she didn’t admit to being at fault, nor did she apologize. Sir was waiting for her reaction.

“Get back to sucking my cock kitten”

Kitten complied. Right now was not the time to try to get her way,  or even argue. She wasn’t even sure he would allow her to speak freely,  as of right this moment he was judge and jury, and she had been found guilty.

Once he was ready to cum, he let her know he was cumming, her usual thing was to get out of swallowing, but not today.  Sir pushed her head down further on his cock, and came. He was moaning loudly, as he knew she hated what he just did to her. Once he was done he let her up.

“Did you swallow all of it like a good girl?”

Kitten shook her head yes.

“Good girl, now get naked and get on the bed, now”.

“Yes Sir” her only reply

She was on the bed naked. She had no idea what was going to happen.

“Well, kitten this is your lucky day, your Sir is hard again. ”

He had her on the edge of the bed, head just slightly over the edge. It ws a good position for Sir to get his cock down her throat.

“Open your mouth kitten, and still no teeth”

She did as she was told. Her mouth open, ready to take Sir again. This time he added a game.

“Kitten let’s play a game. While I throat fuck you, I’m going to make sure your legs stay open and I will put the hitachi on your clit. You better keep sucking my cock like a good girl the whole time, if I’m not happy, you earn yourself a spanking. Get that look off your face. You earned all this and more. You are lucky I’m going easy on you.”

So kitten started sucking Sirs cock. Trying to do a good job and please him. Once she started ,he put that damn hitachi right on her clit. She tried hard to focus. She needed to cum and it was not going to be easy to ask for with his cock in her mouth. She got the words out, he knew what she wanted.

“No kitten, you can’t cum yet,  when I feel your ready I might let you, you are doing a good job, but let’s see you go wild”

Sir hit the button on the hitachi ,it went to high speed.  She was worse than before, Sir was moving his cock and thrusting it down her throat,  she was trying her best. But that toy was getting the best of her. Her body moving all over, she even close her legs, thinking she’d get a small break, he shoved her legs open again,  he didn’t seem happy about it.

She was trying to ask again if she could cum, but Sir was ignoring her, the way she had done to him. She was getting no where. Her body was writhing in heat,  she needed him to stop, give her clit and throat a small break.

“Keep going kitten, I almost there again”

As she sucked her hardest ,she was trying to show him that she was doing her best.  Sir saw the tears in her eyes but he had enough of her attitude. So he didn’t pay attention to that in the least. 

“I’m cumming kitten, you can cum too”

She so needed that sweet release.  She was trying to focus on his cock and cumming, she knew to wait til she felt Him cum ,then she could. They both came at the same time. It was actually very hot for them both. Once he was done, he turned off the hitachi, pulled his cock out of her mouth.

“Good girl kitten, now turn over”

She did as she was told. He pulled her legs over the side of  the bed, so she was bent forward. He went to the ‘toy box’ to get 2 toys. First was her butt plug, second was a paddle. He inserted the butt plug and started swatting her ass.

“You have 10 coming kitten, I think that’s fair for now. Don’t move, don’t make a sound, if you comply that will be enough for tonight, if you don’t listen it will double. ”

She looked at him, she had not seen him be this unfair, ever. He usually gave reason (s) why she was in trouble, he said nothing. She complied, but now she was getting more upset with him. Was this going to all for the night? Sir was nearly done with her ass, she held still, kept sounds low, but now she was crying. 

Once he was done ,Sir undid her restraints and picked her up, put her on the bed. He laid down next to her, cared for her.

“Oh kitten, when will you learn to obey whether I’m there or not. I’m always in charge. Wait til we get back to town in a few days. You will be downsizing your closet.”

“But Sir, I need all the stuff I my closet, why would you make me do this?”

“No questions kitten, only obedience ”

“Yes Sir”

She wasn’t sure what had gotten into him. But whatever it was, she might have to start behaving herself…


I love Him, and respect Him more each day. And Here’s why!

My Daddy has been sick. Now that He’s feeling better. He’s trying to get back on track with everything that He had put on hold while sick. That includes me. So the fact that I’m missing Him, is an understatement.  I shall explain…

I’m a babygirl,  that means I miss my Daddy, but the bigger picture here is that I’m a slave who misses her Master. Granted we are two people in a real relationship as well, but we have chosen to put vanilla and M/s next to each other. Make one as important as the other. My babygirl bratty side kicked in, each time Daddy said He was trying to make time for me, and it fell through, the bratty level raised higher. So I see my brattiness as being fair. He didn’t see that way, I felt i should be allowed to be a brat. I even went another direction, bring out my babygirl side, be sweet but sexy, loving but yummy. Make Daddy sweat that He kept having to cancel on me, His sweet babygirl. 

Only thing I forgot… yeah I didn’t look at the whole picture, damn I have my moments. Kudos to Daddy, He’s smarter than me! I forgot I’m His slave first. He loves my babygirl side, she’s allowed out if I can behave, and follow my Masters rules for me. Behave how He sets for me, do as commanded. I am not my own person any longer, not since submitting to Him. I am His slave. I forgot. He always catches it before I do. I really gotta be more on the ball here.

So, I tried hard to get my way. It never happened.  Here’s my memes , that I made, to try to get my way. From the babygirl standpoint they are fine… As a babygirl  we behave how we want.



From a slave point of view. I pushed Him to far. He stood up to me, so to say. I know what He’s like. He won’t respond, unless necessary. He won’t see me, til He’s ready. He won’t let me play, til He knows the balance is back. Once He didn’t respond my babygirl side wanted to hold her breath, not play with Him, not talk to Him til He made me important again.

Yet He spent the weekend telling me I was important,  on His mind, that He loves me. He’s a very good man, He’s a fantastic Master, a great Daddy. But honestly, if He let the babygirl rule our relationship, I would know how to work Him, wrap Him around my finger, get my way.  Granted I am spoiled, but it’s different. The Master in Him knew I would respond, see where my error was, and back track. Put Him first again. Stop demanding my way, show Master the respect He deserves, cuz Daddy wasn’t getting any. So, was He right in His response to me? Hell yeah. I have to give it to Him. Everytime I think He’s not paying attention,  or misses me something fierce, the babygirl wants to have her way, and play. But the slave should really take over, but I dont let her. In this case, if you truly understand M/s, then ou will understand why i have more respect and love for Him each time He puts me in my place, even silently.

He is the Master I crave. He is the Master I adore. He is the Master I want in my life, always. He is the Master who teaches me, guides me, disciplines me.


Once I knew I couldn’t get my way, I knew it was hard for Him to make the choice to not see me. I know when He tells me He misses me, He is honest about that.  I miss Him too. For Him to see my babygirl side and stand up to that, was hard for Him, He likes compliance,  He expects it, but my slave side didn’t win today. Well, she did later today! Once I knew I wasn’t getting my way! I did smile to myself, and say;
“Damn, I love this man”

And I do. With everything in me, I do. I love being His. I love how He controls me. I love how He asserts His dominance over me. I love how He chooses to guide and teach me. I love how He loves me. I am fully His, even when I screw up. I will kneel before Him, always, as long as He owns me. I only hope that it’s forever, for I am truly a happy slave to my Master, I’m just a babygirl who misses her Daddy too. The two sides of me, don’t always see, eye to eye. I think He see’s that. I know He see’s the fight in me, but He never breaks that in me, I do believe He wants me to make this decision on my own. And please Him. He pushes for the slave in me to be the one in charge. He will know when I am fully trained to His liking. I want to be trained by Him, collared by Him, adored by Him, loved by Him. I am His, always His.

I love you Daddy, I apologize Master for forgetting my place, next to you not above you. You are my world, my life, my love Sir.







Just what I needed…

Master has been angry with me for a week. So time without Him was killer, but I knew the moment I was allowed back in His presence it would be hard for me. I have never screwed up this badly before. I was not concerned about my actions, until He was quiet on the phone. It took several days to get back on track.  I knew it would happen in His timing, not mine. As angry as He was ,I didn’t dare ask when I would see Him until He told that information. 

I was allowed to be in His presence yesterday. It was scary for me, since He had never been this angry before. I knew He had self control, but could He still love me as much as before.

From the moment He entered, He took control. He had His huge hands on my head, soon He had me by the hair, His cock heading down my throat. I was gagging. He showed me in seconds that He was in control of the very air I was breathing. He showed mercy, after what He felt was the right time frame. I didn’t resist because that would just piss Him off further. But He wouldnt kill me, just show me im not the one in charge, not even a little. Still having me by the hair, He guided me up off the floor. He usually will have me put a collar on in His presence,  to be denied that privileged was the worst. I thought of my actions days ago. I didn’t deserve my collar. It’s a sign of respect,  care, love. I acted like He was nothing. I didn’t like this feeling at all. I love being collared for Him, in His presence, being reminded who I belong to. I quickly had tears for I love my Daddy, my Master beyond words, was showing my anger worth this…no. just writing this now, I have tears.

He used my body at first, anyway He wanted. I am His property. Then He started talking to me. Whether we face each other, or from behind, if He talks ,I  listen. He reveals more at that moment about how He feels about me, sees me. And He will ask questions,  I have to answer quickly without hesitation.  I did as I know how He wants things done. I was to afraid to ask to cum, I couldn’t handle it if it was denied, I was already crying.

He stops and turns me around to face Him. Now He can see my tears. I hide my face from Him, actually He allowed it. He knew how much I hate to cry, He let me feel however I made myself feel. I put myself through more shame then He gave. I felt like a complete  failure as a slave, His slave. He gave back to me, that which I lost a few days ago.

He did the best for me in the hardest moment. He made love to me. He gave to me. He loved me.  He spoke of how much He loved me, in that moment it was all i could feel, which made me cry more. I felt i didnt deserve that, but my Master did. Any Master might start off with punishing a slave, you would have every right. But my Master is the best I have ever had. I never want another, for what He did was priceless. He chose to reconnect with me first,  talk to me, show me my errors and tell me what He expects the next time, and as long as we are together. He did let me know to expect a punishment  worthy of my crime, but He reminded me I was fully loved. I was His, always will be. It won’t change. The sex was phenomenal,  but the connection I craved. I longed to just hold Him close, and He let me. The tears just flowed. He didn’t stop them, or deny me those. I needed to know I still had His care, His love, and His respect . I won’t try to take that lightly ever again.

I am to see Him the next few days. On His timeframe, His will to be done. His slave to do exactly as He says, without complaint, or being negative in any way.  He always tells me what’s expected, I will know from Him the moment He speaks that this moment is like any other, that I know my place. That I understand why I am getting every mark that will be on my body. Every last bit, I brought on myself. That He thought about how to make the punishment fit the crime, He is a fair Master. I do dread what is coming, but I know once it’s done. I paid the price for even forgetting my place. I cherish that too, even as painful as it will be. I know it’s necessary for the process.  I will do as I’m told. To show Him my love and respect for Him, as He has shown me.

I adore my Daddy, my Master. He may never know I have even more respect for Him for holding me accountable.  I’m guilty. I’m His, but I’m very much loved. I want forever with Him. He let me know that He still wants that too.

Thank you Master, I love you so deeply,  even I don’t understand  it myself.


Wtf happened here…

I really couldn’t say, not for lack of words, but no sleep for days, no food, a crazy dream, reality set in. Where is my Daddy? I didn’t know. FEAR.

After days of no sleep, wondering what happened to Him, stepping over a boundary I would never cross, taking anxiety pills to calm down, the brat came out in full force, I was anxious, frustrated, scared, and in a stubborn mood. When I’m at my peak of stress I start throwing up, so add in days of that.

When I finally hear from him, He has news of being in the hospital for days, completely out of it, He wasn’t sure what happened to Him, He had a sound of fear in His voice that, at one point, He thought He could die. We have such a strong connection, I knew something was wrong, I didn’t know how to find Him. How to help Him. I had no peace, I only wanted Him.

On top of this I refused to eat. I didn’t go about my day as I normally would. I didn’t follow my rules. Then add in it is the holiday and I was already not in the mood for Christmas, missing my forever child,  then having to drive my kids to their other parent, made me feel like a chauffeur.  Then it hits me, I need Him, can’t reach Him. I was more upset about how I felt ,then what He might be going through.

A text appears on my phone, it’s been 2 days. I was finally going to know what happened, you think I would feel relief, I did some, but I’m exhausted,hungry, scared, stubborn,bratty, anxious, and frustrated, throwing up , and I was not about to let it go, I couldn’t. I am actually clearly upset with Him. I find my mind is saying ‘ I’m so glad He’s ok’ but the rest of me wanted to unleash my fury.  Rather then pick a better moment to quietly discuss a few issues, I pick this moment. That was a smart move. Immediately He’s not feeling like His sweet babygirl cares for Him, she’s on the attack. He goes from being sweet and trying to help me understand what He’s been through, to full on sadist. He’s just met His match. He didn’t miss a beat, and I was not about to back down. I didn’t give any thought to what could happen if I didn’t, I was feeling brave. At least until the next day, I got a little bit of sleep, the med I was given made it all a huge blur, reality was sinking in. It really did happen, it wasn’t a bad dream, it was on my phone. He is always wanting me to say what I’m thinking, but I dont think  this is what He meant.

I wasn’t sure what could happen at this point. This has never happened between us. We have had  some small arguments, 20 mins later it’s over. But this was tougher,more emotional for me, I was clearly a very stubborn babygirl, now facing a very pissed off sadist Daddy. Who will win? Plus we are not just in the lifestyle,  we are in a relationship. Is this how something should be handled?  No. It went bad, very fast. I could have done better. Let Him know how happy I was that He is alive, because I was/am. I love this man beyond words. But I could have calmly said I needed to speak to Him, I have some concerns, some issues, plz lets talk when you are feeling better. I know He would have listened and we would have figured out how to handle things. We usually do. We work together that well.



This is the reason I’m afraid to be near him at all right now. Maybe if I wait til the new year,or longer. I know I will have to face Him eventually. I know the sadist in Him has already been filling His head with ideas of suffering, and pain. All the punishments I just took off ‘the list’, are probably all back on, and He may have even added more. I don’t take any of this lightly. I really don’t know how to be in His presence right now. I have screwed up before, but I have never been so scared that I just lost it, and clearly I lost it. We have slowly opened up to each other, a good thing, there is much to talk about. See where this all went wrong so quickly.





Now it’s time to face my Daddy. I don’t know how to do that just yet. I’m nervous,  and quite frankly scared, different kind of scared (not abuse scared). If you don’t understand our lifestyle, then you have no idea that what I have done, is a cardinal sin. To push Him the way I did, to show Him disrespect as I did. I am being honest, in a public forum. Maybe you can learn from my mistake. Even being a long time slave, I am not perfect, or flawless. I know He loves me, I love Him. Now to see what will happen… can we move past this? Will we be able to face the issues at hand and move past them? There’s always hope.


They were all my bitches, but one…

I was talking with a friend tonight, J. He was laughing about my dating life. It’s been quite a ride, but one thing rang out for sure, there has been only one Dom who could keep my attn. I have had wealthy, poor, famous, non famous, professional  athletes, there’s been assholes , bikers, nice guys, chefs,but the truth is, They were all my bitches. Meaning… I am submissive,  but I wasn’t THEIR submissive.  They were nothing but play things to me. I didn’t long for any connections, I just knew it wouldn’t be lasting. I didn’t get personal, they knew my name, but not my fav food/color/car/Vaca place.  None met my children , they would not be staying in my life. I didn’t ask them questions, I didn’t give a shit about any of them. It was just sex. At least I could tell myself, ‘think like a guy.’ No emotions, no connections.

Don’t get me wrong, I wanted a connection. I looked, but none of them were what i was longing for. For the brave few who wanted to try to be my Dom I was harder on them.  Not just because I could, but if they dared to think they had what it took to be my Dom, then they deserved to be put to the test, test them I did.

For those few who tried to control me, I call the shots here, i knew how to get the upper hand quickly. There wouldn’t be any sex for 3-4 months. I will let you know when I’m ready. I will talk to all the other men I want,  cuz I haven’t decided if they would even be staying in my life. I still didn’t get personal. Don’t ask for naked pics. I never told any of them that I was in love, I knew I wasnt, I knew something was always missing.

I did take some time off from Doms, my personal life needed my full attn. I did get a mssg from this Dom that seemed quite interested in me, but then I was still a submissive asshole , who thought she was unbreakable, not about to submit. I didn’t worry about their feelings . They were my bitches, but this Dom was different, but my life still needed to change. So I went on my way, didn’t waste His time.

So, a year goes by. I have a much nicer demeanor. I don’t want empty sex anymore. I really do want a connection with a true Dom. I am ready for this. I put my fetlife profile back up, within 3 days there are 32 doms who think they could qualify as someone I should get to know. I narrow the list down to as few as possible. But a few weeks later there was a mssg, from the Dom that wanted to get to know me last year. I’m already intrigued. I need to know why He was so different  from the rest.

My mind starts to race, He was a good guy, a true Dom. I mssg back. We start a conversation,  and I’m still intrigued. He is kind in text, but I can  get that He’s a Dom through and through. I don’t think anyone has been able to keep my attention for long in texting. Now im excited. We promptly agree to meet in public after talking for a few weeks.

The one thing about this man is He’s confident, He’s demanding, but respectful at all times. He can actually keep my attention. He’s demanded my full attention so we can both decide if we are right for each other, which meant that I need to stop talking to all other men. He does not want to feel as He must compete with other men. That makes sense,  so I quit all contact with other men. I do need to find out what it is about this Dom that has kept my attn, why I find Him so irresistible. 

After our face to face meeting,  I did know I want to spend more time with Him, get to know Him. He treated me with such respect, and was still His Domly self all night long. I think He picked up on how submissive I really am. As we were getting to know each other , He showed me more of His Dom side. Something I haven’t seen in a Dom ever, as I can usually get the upper hand, and make them into my performance monkeys. Have them begging to see me, giving me lots of attn. I don’t care about their gifts, money cannot buy what I’m looking for. But this Dom, I didn’t get my way. Everytime I tried one of tricks, He countered with something opposite. Nicely done. I knew when we were walking back to our cars, I needed to get to know this man. I couldn’t control Him. I was so happy to finally meet a Dom who was in control , and at all times. Now I’m excited. I think I may have found someone worth getting to know.

I can definitely say, He never let me get the upper hand. He did hand me some rules as we were still getting to know each other, I do think we both needed to see if He can truly be my Dom, and can I be truly submissive to Him.  I’m impressed,  He does know how to control without taking over, since He’s aware I haven’t given my submission.  He plays by the rules. And much to my surprise He doesn’t ask for naked pics, doesn’t try to get me to submit , as only a true Dom knows that comes with time, trust, and of my own accord.

I am pleasantly surprised by this man. He’s so much more than expected.  He’s not letting me be in charge. He doesn’t try to get His own way. This may be the best time I ever have with a Dom.

Let’s fast forward… He’s still respectful,  now He does take full control, after 7 months  He’s had my submission , and has  for a while. He  has given me many rules, which I must follow.  He plans on getting rid of my bratty side, mission accomplished.  I’m to afraid to be a brat, that just pisses Him off 99% of the time. He has taken the time to break me. He decides when our relationship moves to the next step. He has talked about collaring,  He’s never collared before, I have never let anyone collar me. We both have walked away from many relationships, but this between is going well. I have immense respect for Him. I willingly follow His rules. I have pushed Him to see what I can get away with, now that’s not an option any longer, it’s His way or I’m in trouble. I am submissive by choice, I want this man to remain in my life. He shows me such love and care. I try to do the same for Him, I am truly happy.

As J. And I were talking, we both realized that I never took this relationship for granted, this Dom has never been my bitch, I’m so glad about that. I have gotten scared a few times, He has given me forgiveness and grace.   He has kept my respect the whole time we’ve been together. I gave Him my submission, gladly. I’m happy, really happy for the first time. Granted my discussion with J. Was much longer about how I never treated any guy nicely, except for this Dom. That there is something about Him that keeps my attention,  keeps me here which is right where I want to be. I did realize to, that in this lifestyle we do treat Doms and they treat submissives badly.  Until you find that one who is right for you, that can take control, as you give up control. I like who I am when I am with Him. I like how He pushes me to do better even if it’s tough, I long to please Him in anyway. The sex is so fantastic, but that’s from our amazing connection together, it just gets stronger and stronger. I have more respect for Him each day. I am always sure He’s the Dom I want. He’s unlike the rest. I will give Him anything He asks of me, I care about Him so much. I love being His slave, I love being completely owned by Him, I love Him.

As I hope you can tell , a Doms status, or all the money in the world doesn’t impress me. I want/need that connection. I have been rich, I have been poor, I even know how to make my own money and care for myself and my kids. I needed something more, something that only Daddy has shown me, a true Dom who can take control, I can trust Him. He’s who I want, I’m completely sure of that.  Thank you Daddy. I love you so much ♡

Daddy and I are basically a 24/7, TPE. we may not live together, but He knows what I’m doing at all times, who I’m with, where I’m at, how much money I’ve spent, He knows me very well. Makes me talk but gives me time to process too. I do have rules to follow. I do get punished, He told me not very long ago that He was in complete control since I’ve did show Him disrespect.  For some reason I think I can get away with crap, when will I learn. After my last time with Daddy and His punishment gets worse and worse, I don’t think it’s a good idea to give anything less than my best. I am His slave/babygirl  and will remain as His. He gives me everything I need.