"Sometimes I’m a lion, you know," Kitten said, looking down at me, her hair wild, tumbling in front of her face as she perched on my lap, her wetness against my stockings, throbbing because she’d cum once already.
"I know," I said with a smile, pulling her tousled curls back from her mouth and kissing her lips softly.
"A boy lion," she says, brushing her mane over her bare shoulder. She was wearing just a bra and her knee-socks. I was still fully clothed, as I usually am when she’s in my lap.
"Of course," I said grabbing her hips and pulling her closer. She pressed herself against my knee, her green eyes twinkling as she scrunched her nose and stuck out her tongue just a little.
I couldn’t help it, I wanted to make her cum again.
(Although I don’t often answer ask messages publicly, I know this is a question some of us struggle with as we’re trying to understand our own sexualities and what feels good to us. Especially for dynamics as taboo as Daddy Dominant/Little submissive. I wanted to respond to this concern without making it a personal attack on the person who sent it so I have removed their identifying information.)
While I completely understand your concern I don’t share your view. I think that sometimes the absolute ickiness of child abuse and sex crimes can make people panic and get lost in emotionally based arguments.
It doesn’t make any sense to say that personal sexual practices between consenting adults can be responsible for a pedophile harming, abusing and traumatizing a child. I happen to work with victims of sexual abuse, I consider myself well educated on the subject and it is my professional and personal opinion that the burden of change lies in the hands of those who are doing wrong. Pedophilia is not caused by porn or fantasizing. Modern research and my professional experiences dictate that pedophilia is a diagnosable and treatable psychological condition, and often perpetrators were victims of incest and abuse themselves.
Would you say that pet role play encourages and validates those who abuse animals sexually? I call one of my partners Kitten. Am I now opening up a window for telling people fucking cats is okay?
Do typical bdsm torture scenes validate and encourage military personnel who participate in torture practices?
One of my partners has a medical play fetish and fantasizes about it often on her blog. Would you also agree that this validates and encourages abuse from medical professionals?
To me saying that consensual role play between adults is fuelling the abuse of children is akin to saying short skirts are fuelling the rape epidemic. It’s putting the burden of proof and change in the hands of those who are not the perpetrators.
Also it’s important to note the name “Daddy” has had multiple contexts for a very long time, calling your partner Daddy is not something new or something Tumblr invented. Just listen to Janis Joplin (Ball and Chain from the ‘60’s for example) or watch movies from the ‘50’s when everyone was a cool Daddy-o. The term was much more socially acceptable then. Many couples call each other “baby” and nobody thinks of this as strange or inappropriate.
In the context I use I am referring to a Daddy Dominant, which is a specific dynamic between sub and dominant. It refers to a more nurturing, loving, playful dynamic. You can read more about that here or here or here.
Personally, having a stable, loving, healthy relationship with my Daddy Dom is helping me to repair some pretty heavy childhood traumas. And interestingly, my Daddy, who doesn’t have a positive relationship with his actual Father, finds it therapeutic to be acting out the role of the loving Father he never had. To know that these nurturing and loving qualities are inside of him regardless of the fact that he didn’t learn them by example has been powerfully healing. What we do in the bedroom is nobody’s business. As the great Ben Harper once said “my choice is what I choose to do… and if it’s causing no harm it shouldn’t bother you.”
I can empathize with you, the way that some people incorporate age play and incest play can also make me uncomfortable personally, but I also recognize that in many circumstances kink and role play is a way for people to repair and reclaim their pasts, to work through traumatic events in a way that feels safe for them. And I think that is really healthy. (More on that here if you are interested.)
Abusing children is unconscionable, to suggest that people won’t know the difference between an adult molesting and sexually abusing a child, and a grown woman who writes actively about the benefits of her kink saying “Spank me Daddy” seems ridiculous to me.
Part of the problem with taboos and stigmas is that they are a way of policing people’s sexuality. Women especially have been affected by this. The Daddy Dominant/Little Submissive dynamic is one that makes a lot of women feel safe and loved, even as they explore things society has told them they shouldn’t want or have. As with other such myths (ex: sodomy leads to incontinence, masturbation makes you a lazy lover, swingers all have diseases, nobody wants a girl ‘with experience’) the facts often get muddled by shame and fear. Understanding and enjoying my fetishes DOES NOT MAKE ME SELFISH! Wearing pigtails and calling your lover Daddy while he fucks you does not make you responsible for the ills of society. Nor does writing about it on your blog. I don’t post minors on my blog. I don’t write about or condone the abuse and sexualization of children. If it makes you uncomfortable you don’t need to follow.
*steps off soap box awkwardly and twirls hair*
Some phrases make me shiver right down to my core.
(I love that this has so many notes! It still gives me tingles in my panties.)
I know I’m in trouble when he grabs me and says “You remember your safe-word, don’t you baby?”
When it was Rumi’s turn to fuck me my husband held my face and watched intently as I moaned. It didn’t take long for the intensity to build.
He was fucking me hard when we heard a loud crack and one of the legs of his bed gave way and broke.
"Should we stop," my husband asked, but Rumi didn’t slow down for a second "Fuck no," he replied. I giggled, which only reminded them to keep my mouth busy.
It makes me blush to say this, but they worked me so hard. Being submissive to two such strong dominants as they take turns fucking as hard and as deep as they can is not for the weak willed. I wanted them to take control and push my limits physically and they did. I wanted to be objectified and used for their pleasure, and they gave me just what I needed.
And just as I was slipping away into a sub-spaced haze Rumi said “We should fuck her against the window.”
My husband had been dirty talking to me for weeks about how he was going to let Rumi fuck me first. How he was going to hold my face while I was on all fours and watch my expression while Rumi slid his big cock inside of me and grabbed my hips. He wanted to see the look in my eyes, that was his plan, and I liked it. But it all went out the window when he saw me on my hands and knees in those stockings on the edge of Rumi’s bed.
He fucked me first. (Some things can’t be planned.)
Anonymous asked: What's the last thing that made you cum.
"Spread your legs for Daddy you bad fucking girl."