“Yes Daddy”, “Thank you Daddy”, “Please fuck me senseless Daddy”
At the outset of my current D/s relationship, if you had asked me whether I would ever call a lover “Daddy”, I would have given you an utterly resounding no. No discussion, a definite no from me
I respected that it may be something others enjoy, but it certainly wasn’t for me. In fact, the idea of having to say it in a sexual context made me physically cringe
“Sir” or “Master” I would happily use and I appreciated were part of being respectful and subservient to my Dominant, just not “Daddy”
Over time I became aware that previous playthings had called him Daddy and he didn’t have an issue with it. But equally he did not put any pressure on me to use the word
Occasionally, I would let the word creep into my head while we were intimate
As he smeared his pre-cum coated cock across my face, I imagined saying “Thank you Daddy”
As he bent me over ready to spank me for being brattish, I envisaged saying “Sorry Daddy”
As he tied me up and teased my needy pussy with his fingers, I imagined saying “Please Daddy”
As he pushed his thick shaft in and stretched my tight arsehole, I envisaged saying “Deeper Daddy”
Just rolling the word around in my head made me feel embarrassed and flamed my arousal. It felt naughty and wrong; it made me feel like a bad girl and that made me so incredibly wet and needy for his cock
My sexy Dom and I talked about it, no pressure, but he knew I was flirting with the word in my head
I started to want to say it during sex, but something inside was stopping me. I just couldn’t bring myself to say it. I was embarrassed to admit that the word turned me on
One afternoon we were midway through a very intense session. I was wearing only stockings, suspenders and high heels (the sort that are excruciating to walk in, but wonderful in the bedroom), and I was bent over the desk with my hands tied behind me in the small of my back
I was being thoroughly used, he was thrusting deep into my pussy, pulling out and thrusting into my arsehole, one hole then the other, over and over. I find this so incredibly intense, the feeling of being stretched as he re-enters, the feeling of fullness, the knowledge he is just using my holes for his pleasure. I was writhing on the desk, pulling against my restraints, teetering on my heels and on the edge of a huge climax
“My good Little One” he urged “letting me use any hole as I wish. You just love taking cock, don’t you, my gorgeous little Slut?”
The word was already circling in my head and slipped out as a breathless moan “Yes Daddy, I love your cock in whichever hole you wish”
I could just sense him acknowledge my choice of phrase with a groan and an extra deep thrust into my arsehole before the power of uttering that word overwhelmed me. I screamed, I arched against the desk, my juices coated my thighs and a huge orgasm ripped through me. His quickly followed, filling me with his seed
I lay in his arms afterwards and as he stroked and caressed me, he told me what a “Good Girl” I had been
I paused and I bit my lower lip
He looked at me expectantly
“Thank you Daddy” I blushed
I had broken my own taboo barrier and I revelled in it
I started to use the name more frequently in the throes of passion. The feeling of naughtiness it invoked in me was intoxicating and it quickly became addictive
He realised the power of it too and started insisting I say “Please Daddy” as I was begging for an orgasm. When almost weeping with neediness, I cried “Please Daddy” and the resulting climax was even sweeter with the relish of feeling like a naughty girl
Over time, my personal notion of the word being taboo has subsided and I commonly call him Daddy. To the extent that sometimes during a disciplining session he will instruct me to only address him as Sir – I am sure just so he can punish me when I accidentally find the word Daddy slipping off my lips
But despite this, every time I use the Daddy word, I still get that surge of naughtiness and the resulting throbbing and ache of longing between my legs. “I know I am a Bad Girl, so punish me Daddy”
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Thank you so much!
I really enjoyed reading it and your experience.
Love
Lilly
Thank you – and you have the esteemed role of being the first ever published comment on my website!
I too struggled with the word Daddy…
Not having an ounce of “Daddy issues” myself – I always associated the word with someone who has.
Untill I realized that Daddy is synonymous with ‘carer’, ‘protector’ and ‘gaurdian’.
Now I use it with my Dom in everyday conversations and Sir or Master only in intense sessions.
Thank you for making me feel normal. 😉☺️
Thanks so much for you kind comments and I am glad reading it made you feel good x
I’m glad you were able to become comfortable with your word choice. It’s quite a thrill to get to a point where the taboo becomes sexy.
Thanks for sharing your experience 🙂
Thanks so much. I so agree, the taboo in my head is almost what made it sexy! x
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Great blog Katie.
My own experience of the term was to begin with, it used to be a little intimidating and something I didn’t enjoy.
As time has gone on and understanding of how words are perceived I’ve begun to use it and look for it to be used more prevalently during play, and something I’ve come to enjoy immensely as it has the perception for me of being a protector but also the concept and understanding that she will use this term almost as a word that indicates submission and trust.
Obviously words are different for different people but the taboo is often where we push that boundary and grasp the most enjoyment..
R
x x
What a wonderful comment – thank you for sharing your thoughts. I so agree it can be taboo but also can signal her submission and trust, and the protective side to the relationship. A little word with lots of powerful connotations
Katie x
My current tells me all the time that,”You wanted Daddy.” but with my ex I was too shy to say it so I gave him the control sans the word. Now as odd as it sounds the current is younger but more assertive and explained to me,”It’s a word. It has power over you and when you give the power to me and stop controlling your dialouge you’ll enjoy it more.” He’s not wrong. I held back for years and with him I don’t. Words are very important to me and he knows that so he uses them to help me understand that if I say something that is considered “bad” or “taboo” it’s not if I”m okay with it. I find no shame in it now and since he was right it clicked and it works.
Thanks so much for your wonderful comment. It is lovely to hear you had a similar experience of coming to be able to use and enjoy this “taboo” word
Thank you
Katie x
Yes you are a bad girl but daddy likes this bad too much….. ❤️
Thank you so much x
Sounds like it was fun. Just wondering. You probably don’t know but who decided to use “daddy” during these festivities. Lol
A interesting perspective on overcoming boundaries a good story with a some thought provoking aspects. Very enjoyable
Thanks. It was a big boundary for me to overcome!