Sweltering Celt

He is my Daddy.  The definition of that role is still evolving, but he most certainly IS my Daddy.

I confessed to him once, several months ago, that as I came the thought occasionally crossed my mind to call him Daddy.  He reacted with a little surprise – he is, after all, technically old enough to be my father – but to his credit he was willing to discuss it.  I didn’t know why (and still don’t) the idea came to me.  Incest isn’t one of my turnons.  Maybe the Daddy/girl relationship that a friend of mine had wormed its way into my head.  Maybe the name just found us as a natural progression of our relationship.  I don’t know, really, but we talked about it and the more we talked, the more it made sense for us to explore this aspect of US.

At first, it was simply a name we attached to his dominant personality.  Instead of calling him Master or Sir (both of which seem really strange in connection with him) I called him Daddy.  We had our first real scene together and I called him Daddy while he reddened my ass and experimented with ropework.  There was very little “traditional” Daddy symbolism attached to my calling him by that name.

Over time, the Daddy role has evolved for us.  From being a simple nickname, to his dominant title, to something else entirely.  Currently, it’s a mishmash of different things.  While he is still my lover and best friend and technically my equal, Daddy is in control of many aspects of my life.  He offers guidance, he makes demands, he monitors my activities and he has taken a role in my life where every time I do something, I consider whether it is something Daddy would approve of.  That is not something either of us take lightly, and it is a little strange incorporating that into our poly family.  That is a topic for another time, however.  Today, I’m just focusing on Daddy.

I call him Daddy because that’s who he is to me.  He protects me.  He guides me.  He makes demands.  He has expectations of me and I do my best to behave.  I lose my cool sometimes.  I do things he doesn’t like.  I disobey once in a while.  And I get punished for it.  I ask him for advice.  I lean on him when I feel small and insignificant.  We support each other in our own ways.

He is my Daddy, and I love him.  I am his Princess.  I am so happy with our roles, and I am excited to see how they continue to evolve and solidify.  It’s a journey we have embarked on together, and we are taking each step side by side even as I follow in his footsteps.

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