Ok. So as time progresses in my own sexual exploration, there are certain moments when things sink in a little more than normal. This happened recently with me again. This past Sunday, to be specific.
It happened upon reading an article, that really made me look at DD/LG in a new light. I became less dismissive as a result of reading it, and for that, I am grateful for being a middle-aged man and still being able to see something that is foreign to my own experiences and having the balls to change my mind on an issue. Who the fuck wants to be critical about shit they don’t know firsthand anyways. I know I don’t.
I just assumed, “hey, it’s not for me, but to each their own”, while internally thinking “dude, what is the deal with these fucking pacifiers and little ages?”
When you first hear about DD/LG, you immediately think age play, a 12-year old girl, and you get the fucking willies, assuming you are not a weirdo. I am not saying Littles and Daddy Doms are weirdos – quite the opposite, in fact. They are just enlightened in a way I wasn’t before.
Thinking age play and the 12-year old girl is creepy-as-shit is a normal first reaction. To not have that gut reaction, at first, would be weird.
But like anything – you need to read the fine print. You need to not be dismissive. You need to pay attention. You need to challenge your own psyche.
Let’s be clear one thing first though.
I am not a Daddy Dom.
I don’t have a relationship that is DD/LG, so how could I be one? I do recognize some very glaring similarities between a Daddy Dom and myself though.
And, that doesn’t mean I won’t be one day. It’s possible, maybe even probable. Who knows. I cannot say.
Sure I say I like the word “Daddy” in my sexy-talk. It’s super fucking sexy and endearing at the same time. It beats Sir or Master to me because it incorporates a tone that is endearing, yet respectful, bond-driven, and sexy, all at the same time. On the “Dom” part, I am very dominant in my relationship and in the bedroom. So I think it’s fair to call me Dom, even though I don’t like labeling myself. I have evolved in time as anyone does.
You see what really sunk in when reading this article is that it really isn’t about the age play, as much as it is about the caregiving aspect and the bond.
It’s about protecting your girl. It is about never, ever, ever under any circumstance emotionally harming her. Sure you may bring some physical hurt, like in most BDSM relationships, but the core is built on something that speaks to me at a very deep level.
I am a lover, at my core. I care. Even for the women who I am no longer with, even from decades ago, some who may hate me even now. I still care about them all. Every single one of them. We shared time. There was a point in time where she was my world. No matter what, for that brief moment in time, that was something special and I never will shit on that memory of when it was good.
I never want to bring harm to a person’s heart. I’ll put bruises on your ass like nobody’s business, but not your heart and mind. Fuck that. I need to sleep at night. That shit weighs on me too much. A big fuckin’ softie.
I highly suggest you read this article. It may change your view on some things, as it did mine. If you only have time for a couple of parts, read the Daddy Role and the Little Role. Maybe it will refine what you already believe as a Daddy Dom or a Little.
I know I’ll never be into age play, teddy bears, or pacifiers. That’s just not in the cards for me. I am too fuckin’ cynical and sarcastic for that kind of shit to not be downright ridiculed by my inner dialogue.
But a strong woman who kicks ass by day and then tosses her keys down after having to deal with shit all day, then crawls up on my lap as a Little, and lets me tend to her? Let’s me be her rock? Her Daddy?
Fuck yeah. I’m all about that.
Everything else DD/LG speaks right to my core. The Daddy – lover and nurturer. The Little – trust, respect, and admiration for her Daddy.
How can you not love those concepts?
Now as a grown man, I am proud that I was able to change my perspective on something I found a little unnerving before, and be open to that in my future, should life lead me there. Yay. Hooray for me! I am fucking awesome. “Quick, somebody get this guy a blowjob.”
Next up, Country Music. I wouldn’t expect the same results this time around though. Respecting that yokel, hayseed, provincial dumb-dumb noise is just asking too much-
#Rock and Roll, Baby
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