Sometimes, i don’t call my Master, Master. i call Him Daddy.
Now, this isn’t all that unusual in D/s from what i’ve read. And there are those on both sides of the fence on whether or not they engage in age play. But we do.
i call Him Daddy, and suddenly, i’m His little girl. It’s okay if i don’t know something, if i don’t know what i’m supposed to feel. i know it would be okay anyways, but i don’t like showing that. i always try to project confidence. But i don’t worry about that when i’m being little. Being little lets me be carefree; lets me be whimsical… well, even more whimsical would be most accurate, since i am that way normally. i’m more playful too.
There’s a special kind of warmth and safety with Daddy. i can’t quite explain it. Sometimes, i need Daddy strictly for comfort’s sake….. but so often, it’s really sexually charged. It’s really soft gentle sex….not that we’re always rough, we’re not usually, but it’s often really passionate and heated. It’s nice to have that softness sometimes. But the comfort is really where it’s at for me. It’s really such a tiny difference in how we treat each other. i always feel safe and protected with Master, so i don’t know why it feels so different with Daddy. It does though. i really do feel small again. i like that, because i haven’t been small in so very long. And the innocence. i’ve not been innocent in a long time either.
It’s so, so wrong. But it feels so good, despite the dirtiness of it. Maybe because of the dirtiness of it. i don’t care. i’m going to keep being His little girl whenever i get the chance.