Exploring my Kinks: Dom Daddy little girl

I hate to start a blog with a caveat, but I think Dom Daddy, little girl (DDlg) can be a divisive topic.  So, just to clarify, this is not about underage sex or incest or grooming or coercion.  This is about an element of sexual play that often appeals to two grown up, consenting, (okay, and often rather kinky) adults!

I arrived at Daddy’s flat and he welcomed me in.  He sat me down and enquired about my day, I knew he was checking that I was okay

Once he was satisfied, he beckoned me towards him and patted his legs.  I happily obliged and climbed into my familiar position in his lap

His hands started to caress me, a heady combination of affection and inspection

Daddy flipped up my short skirt, his fingers moving to touch my little panties.  And then he paused ominously

“What colour knickers did I tell you to wear today, Baby Girl?” he enquired knowingly

I immediately realised my mistake.  I had been in a hurry that morning and mistakenly pulled on black knickers when Daddy had requested I wear white ones

“I am sorry Daddy” I started.  But he cut me off immediately

His tone changed as he asserted his dominance.  “It is too late for apologies, Little One”

He paused.  I knew he was secretly enjoying seeing me squirm on his lap as I waited for the consequence

“You know I will have to punish you, Little One.  It is for your own good.  You must learn that disobeying Daddy leads to disciplining”

“Yes Daddy” I responded, my eyes downcast

He patted his lap once again and I knew the position I was expected to adopt now.  I lay across his lap obediently

“Good girl” he breathed appreciatively, and I relaxed a little.  Despite my impending discipling, I was grateful he was delivering it in this position.  We both knew the benefit I drew from at least being so intimate while my punishment was given

“Just four I think, Baby Girl” he instructed, “I realise you made a mistake”

He lifted my skirt and tugged my knickers down to around my knees.  His left hand pressed against my back, pinning me firmly in position on his lap

His right hand raised and delivered a resounding slap across my right cheek.  I squealed at the impact

Daddy caressed my bottom exactly where the hand print was.  Then he repeated leaving a second print across my other cheek

Two quick and firm slaps then landed, one across the top of each thigh.  I cried out twice, in quick succession

I heard him exhale slowly as he finished.  “What do you say Little One?”

“Sorry, Daddy.  Thank you, Daddy” I replied quickly

“Good” he breathed and he helped me to stand up

He stood me in front of him, my knickers still around my knees, driving flickers of humiliation through me

“You accepted your punishment well, Little One.  So now Daddy thinks you deserve a reward”

I bit my lower lip, trying to hide my growing smile

He lifted me up and lay me down on the bed, removing my knickers with one grab of his big hand.  I giggled as he did so

“I want you to open your legs for me, Baby Girl” he growled.  “Daddy wants to make his Little One feel very special”

Coquettishly, I opened my legs just a little

“Daddy’s Little Girl needs to open her legs much wider for Daddy to reach her precious parts”.  The incredible naughtiness of his words and his phrasing – it should have made me cringe, but instead it made me grow wet between my legs

I opened them a little wider

“Will Daddy be gentle with his Little One?” I enquired, my voice heavy and indulgent with lust

“Oh yes” he breathed.  His hands gripped my thighs and he forced them wider apart.  “Daddy will treat his Little One exactly as she deserves”

He lowered his head and let his tongue probe between my pussy lips in one long luxurious lick

“Oh Daddy” I moaned coyly

He raised his head and pushed one finger against my pussy.  He gently circled it inside my opening, stretching it gently in each direct

“Oh, we have so much more to explore Baby Girl” he asserted.  I shivered with delicious anticipation at what was to come…

Katie’s perspective

There are many elements of DDlg play that appeal to me, but one of the key aspects is the strength of the relationship between a Daddy Dom and his Little One.  Yes, the Little takes on a very submissive role and I very much enjoy the discipline and punishment which is a part of that – but there is also a very caring element.  The Daddy Dom wants to look after and care for his Little

Although in my daily life I am a busy, capable person, the lure of having someone who wants to look after me and care for me is very appealing

For me, the fact that he also wants to discipline me is part of the fun (!), but also a way of demonstrating that care towards me – perverse though that may sound

I also really enjoy the very playful element of DDLG.  I get to be his Little and that is a playful role.  It can keep things fun and light-hearted

 Above all, DDLG feels naughty – and I love that.  One element I really enjoy is the feeling of him corrupting my innocence.  In reality I know that is a bad thing for someone to do, but in a role play between two consenting and respectful adults, I really enjoy it.  I love pretending these are completely new experiences for me, I love Daddy making me open my legs for him.  Is it naughty?  Hell yeah, but it is that naughtiness that I find so hot

There is also the naughtiness of the words themselves.  I struggled for a long time (I have a whole blog on the topic) with using the Daddy word.  It just felt wrong – I had no desire to use the word.  Until gradually the idea was introduced to me.  I started to play with the word in my head – I felt a devilish thrill at the prospect of actually saying it out loud.  Until one day I finally did – I broke my own personal taboo – and it felt incredibly sexy.  Nowadays, the word rolls of my tongue rather more easily, but the naughty thrill still remains

A Daddy’s perspective (@gentstonerxxx)

The Kink with the Twist!

I think we often underestimate how much we’re turned on by the story of sex.  I don’t mean sex within a story someone else has written (though Katie’s work demonstrates how sexy stories can be!).  And I don’t mean the story of sex in some grand biographical sense.  I mean the plot we find ourselves in when we’re about to have sex with someone – or wishing we were having sex with someone – or remembering the sex we’ve had

Will they or won’t they?  Can I or can’t I?  Whether it’s porn with a plot – or a Hollywood romantic comedy – the transition between “I’d like to have sex with this person” to “I’m about to have sex with this person” is a story we’re fascinated by – however basic – because it’s an elemental plot in our own real lives.

Role play can be a way of negotiating that transition – or charting it – and it’s a way of reigniting that thrill when you’ve been with a partner for a long time and the plot of the sex you’re having is a forgone conclusion

Something else we’re obsessed by as human beings is status.  Our sense of self is bound up with our awareness of status.  Our status in relation to those around us is a constant background hum – often subconscious – but ever present.  For me, DDlg is the ultimate role play – because it’s all about status – and it has its own distinctive story 

The aesthetics are appealing of course – pigtails and white panties and all those cliches – but for me those aren’t about a lover appearing young.  Again – even louder this time – DDlg is not about wanting to sleep with children.  It’s no more about children than it is about size (no one is too big to be a little).  It’s about adults playing with, and processing, the status within that most essential of human relationships: that between a parent and child

And it’s not about incest either. Lots of relationships take on the form of parent and child – in real life and in stories. But the aesthetics are just signposts. They signify innocence, willingness, excitement, vulnerability.  It’s animalistic too.  We’re playing with a type of relationship that has existed for as long as there have been minds capable of observing them.  Since long before humans were even humans

What I love about DDlg is that it takes so much that BDSM is concerned with – and makes it about love too.  It’s about caring.  It’s about kindness.  It’s about needing and being needed.  And it’s about nurturing.  It is about the positive process of helping someone grow

Of course – then comes the twist.  And I love the twist in this story most of all.  Because just as the little is innocence, willing, excited, vulnerable – the Daddy Dom is knowing, strong, in control.  He is the exact opposite of the role his lover plays – and that means he can be scary.  Because it is his job to punish if necessary – because it helps his little grow – and it’s his job to help her.  So, all that fun, awesome, amazing, kinky stuff that we do in BDSM – the acts and devices that bring delicious pain and discomfort – in DDlg it is part of the story of helping a little grow

Jasmine’s perspective (@Just_Jasmine81)

I first heard of DDlg a few years ago.  I wasn’t new to kink, but this was a totally new and alien concept to me

“What do you mean ‘my little needs it’?” I asked my friend as she explained about her relationship with her partner

She went on to explain that there was an element of her, that liked to enjoy the little things in life, teddies, pink stuff, cartoons etc.  She also had a partner who cared for her, looked after, disciplined her, and rewarded her.  Oooh, I thought to myself; that sounds weird as fuck, but fun too!

Years go by and I think nothing of it.  Life gets tricky, my heart gets broken, I have another child…  Yeah, that kind of stuff.  Then one day, in a random chat app for locals, I notice a guy who refers to himself as a DaddyDom.  Well, that got my attention for sure!  We chatted in the group, nothing special, just general banter.  I got to know him quite well, and he definitely was the Daddy Dom type, he controlled the room when he entered, people eagerly awaited his return, he was incredibly sexy, and I’d never even seen his face!  I didn’t need to.  Every word that he typed had me weak at the knees and wet in my knickers

One afternoon, the most sleazy and hideous guy was just not getting the hint that despite being a submissive, I was not HIS submissive.  So, I made my excuses, and I used the DaddyDom from the group as my excuse.  “I am not yours; I am owned by DaddyDom and he won’t share me”

I quickly left that chat and went to let DaddyDom know that I had used him as an excuse, and please would he back me up to help me get this guy off my case?  He laughed and agreed.  We spoke a lot in private messages after that.  He always asked how I was, always checked on me, offered advice when I needed it, and one day came to my rescue when I was at a very low point

As soon as we met, I knew he wasn’t just an excuse, we didn’t have to pretend any more, I was His and I always would be.  That was almost two years ago.  DaddyDom was DanDomDaddy1, my Daddy, my Dom

Our experience of DDlg may be significantly different to that of many other couples, but that’s what kink is all about isn’t it?  Whatever floats your boat.  I don’t kiss his feet or wear nappies, I answer back when I feel like it, I obey his rules and break them too.  None of these choices come without consequences; some good, some not so good

Yes, I have been known to push my luck

Daddy’s favourite football team is Nottingham Forest (I know, someone has to support them!!!).  And once or twice I’ve called them Notts Forest.  I know damn well that it is Notts County or Nottingham Forest.  This kind of naughty behaviour results in a great spanking session, that we both enjoy

Other times, I will forget to take my medication, or not eat enough.  That is not such a fun punishment – or ‘funishment’ – it is a proper punishment; lines usually, and lots of them.  He doesn’t take those things lightly.  He doesn’t enjoy punishing me, but he does it to teach me that I have to look after myself, especially when he’s not around to do it for me

My favourite place to be when I’m with him, is on the floor at his feet.  Not because I’m a slave and its where I belong, but because of my respect and love for him.  Kneeling on the floor between his feet, with my head on his lap is the most precious place to be.  His thumb in my mouth, his other hand stroking my hair as he whispers how special I am, just sends me into Little Space, where all my worries, fears and daily life just melts away into nothing and I’m truly focused on being happy, with my Daddy and not another care in the world 

So, there’s the loving caring side, and then yes, the sexy side.  He dominates the room or wherever we may be.  He’s alpha in all areas.  We slip into our D/s roles quite easily and sometimes find there’s a really fine line between the two, so fine I think there’s a tiny blurred line between them.  We don’t distinguish

The only difference for us is that in a scene, I will call him Sir as his Dominant side screams to be let out, and my submissive side just melts at his feet.  At times I will whisper to him that I want Sir to come and play.  Daddy is ‘too nice’ and won’t ever hurt me.  But Sir?  Sir will push me, he will push my boundaries when I need it and I will bring out the Beast in him.  Again, it doesn’t work for everyone, but for us, it is perfect

For me personally, this kink is all about choices.  It is about caring for another person, giving your all and trusting that they’ll do the same.  And I do, I trust him with my life

In my daily life, I have control over absolutely everything.  When it comes to making choices for myself, sometimes there’s nothing left of my sanity.  I feel overwhelmed, I feel numb, I feel helpless.  But knowing I have my Daddy on my side, fighting my corner and helping me make choices that are in my best interests, really makes those times much more bearable