DaddyDeerest
Posts: 30
Joined: 9/22/2007 Status: offline
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Me as well, DomDaddyNC. More than any other "title" that I am fit to hold, I feel most proud when my lil grrrl calls me her Daddy. Even in public. It may not be proper for a woman to refer to her man as Daddy, or Poppa, maybe not in some waspy, social settings, but as her Dom,or Master, what would you rather she refer to you as? Rick? Joe? Mike? I think not. It may unusual for the regalia club to hear it the first time, but like everything, it too will become the norm and your embarrassment will be short lived-Dear Sailor. And as usual, Miss lusciouslips brings us beauty and understanding, with modesty that maks her more attractive with every thread. Some Yank once said, You do not choose greatness, It is something that is thrust upon you. Actually, I don't know who said it. Sounds good though. Oh yeah! Maybe Teddy Rosevelt? The first time a submissive girlfriend called me Daddy...It totally freaked me out. I didn't know. I didn't understand. All I knew was that her father was an abusive, child-molester and a viscious, violent prick when it came to her. I had almost attacked him one night at the dinner table. I couldn't bear to think of the horrible pain he had put her through, and there he was...free, laughing at us because we were punks, because we were in love. She was 15&I was 23. Anyways, like two ,more years later, we were having very rough sex, and out it came. Daddy. More than anything in my life, I wish I can have that moment back. Again, I didn't know what she was asking for and needing from me and I spewed the most foul verbal assult I have ever spewed. Then I left her. It took me years to get over that, and more years to become the man she saw that I was inside. I have my own kids and I have never hit any of them. Never have I caused any of them a moment of doubt or pain. So when my sub/wife calls me Daddy, or Poppa, even in front of the kids, they know it's different, but they also know we're adults. Besides they're used to seeing our black leather Saturday Nights. I have no confusion of who my lil grrrl is. I know who my darling Daughter is and I'm never confusing the two. That's my .22cents worth.
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