Daddy, please...

Do you ever have personality traits of qualities that until someone points them out you don't really know exist or do not realize the full potential of them. This is how my Daddy side came to be.

So what is a Daddy within the leather community...It is an dominant individual, usually male, in the kink community who takes on the fatherly role within a D/s relationship.  So again I say, what does that look like in my own life...

In no particular order, I love my boy, I am apt to use punishment as a learning opportunity and not just for the hell of it, I wear well shined boots as often as I can, I can cut and smoke a cigar and use my boy as an ashtray, I can make sex about sex and nothing more, I can hold my own in a fight, I can exude a raw energy that is outside the bounds of feminine energy, I am a fan of saying rub some dirt in it, I am fiercely protective and will come to blows over what is mine, I know that sometimes people have to learn lessons on their own or they won't stick, I am not afraid to let my boy get a black eye every now and again to help him grow, I expect no less than someone's best or it just isn't worth playing the game, I know I wear the pants in the relationship, I know the power of a well given lecture over corporal punishment, I love knowing that I help boys (or girls) achieve personal growth.

No, calling myself Daddy is not about penis envy, that is the beauty of a strap on...I have yet to see a biomale strap on a cunt.  They don't know what they are missing, lol.  I am not denouncing my feminine side, hence still calling myself femme. I don't want to be a male. I don't feel like men are the superior sex. I do not need to call myself Daddy to gain respect or feel powerful.

I do have a strong relationship with my own Dad.  I am very much like him and if you are ever around the two of us together you will inevitably hear us bust out with the same phrase at the same time or display the same habits or have the same views on things.  It is what it is. Additionally, I definitely see parallels between how my dad treats my mom and how I treat my boy.  At times it makes me proud, and at times it makes me reconsider my actions if I see my mom getting hurt. In some ways it has been very eye opening and given me insight into Daddy/boy relationships in a way that casual observance of the leather community cannot.

Additionally, it was my boy who asked to call me Daddy, rather then the other way around.  It slipped out one day, much in the way an 'I love you' gets thrown into a relationship for the first time, and for me it was just as meaningful.  At some point that same night, I had strapped and forced my boy to deep throat my cock, but when he actually said it he was over my knee being spanked and he asked "One more,  Daddy, please..." He then turned bright red as if he had done something wrong and watched my face to see how I would react.  It was like a new wine that you roll around your mouth to see how it tastes before making a final decision. Of course, out loud to validate my boy's feelings I said, 'Tell Daddy how bad you want it.'  The first several times it was said helped to break it in and now it is like a favorite pair of jeans.  It just flat does it for me. I don't make a big deal about pronouns even when he calls me Daddy.  They just aren't important to me in the way they are to others.  I will respond equally to either.  Being called Daddy goes way beyond pronouns or gender references.  It is more the feeling of the energy exchanged between my boy and I...raw, sexual, loving, encouraging, just me.

Where the blend comes in is next...

Cheers,
Daddy Rose