LittleJade
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Most of us who enjoy Daddy/little girl relationships, have come up against the assumption that there's something fundamentally fucked up about us- that we would want to be with our father or daughter. There's this belief that anyone who participates in this sort of relationship, is doing so because they harbour incestuous thoughts, feelings, tendencies, etc.
I recently participated in a discussion on another forum, on this subject, and I wanted to share with you my response to it. I'm posting this here because, well, to be frank, my post on that forum was a rare moment of eloquence on my part. I don't often get to explain things as well as I feel I explained this, in this post.
I recently participated in a discussion on another forum, on this subject, and I wanted to share with you my response to it. I'm posting this here because, well, to be frank, my post on that forum was a rare moment of eloquence on my part. I don't often get to explain things as well as I feel I explained this, in this post.
For the longest time, I rebelled against the idea of a Daddy Dom. I was in a space where I needed a Dom that was nearly clinical- one that used me for his pleasure, without love being a part of the equation... and I found an abundance of those types of Doms.
Then I found the Doms that could love, and still maintain a purely Dominant role (without the Daddyness).
Then I met a Dom that changed that, entirely... he treated me better than I'd ever been treated by a Dominant. He made me feel safe. Made me feel loved. He made me want to please him, made me want to hide in his lap when the world went wrong, made me want to be his absolute everything... and I was. He didn't infantalize me at all- I was still the strong, proud woman I had always been... but he made me safe enough that I could take down some of the walls, and BE the little girl that I have inside of me... I didn't have to hide that. That level of safety... that level of absolute trust, comfort... it was new, and it was beautiful. He was gentle- he was not a sadist, and he only rarely indulged my masochistic side. He disciplined with lessons, and with his hands.. not with ropes and bondage. He taught me, he loved me LIKE a daughter- wanted only the best for me, pushed me to reach my potential, etc.
Lust for this man came naturally- and it wasn't a physical thing. It was a desire to absolutely give every part of me, to this person that had not hurt me. To this person that WOULD not hurt me. I wanted nothing more than to look up into his face, and call him Father, while he petted my hair gently, and called me his little one.
It never broached on incestuous, for me.. for us... I called him Father, but it's like soldiers in ancient times called their superiors 'Father'... it's a respect thing, a devotion thing, not an incest thing. I have NO desire to ever have any kind of relationship with my dad, other than a real father-daughter relationship. I'm not interested in ever crossing those lines with my family.
But a Daddy... a Daddy is different. Those lines don't exist.. and he becomes your father without being your father. He becomes your shelter, your rock, your guide, your teacher, your warden, your lover, friend, your heart and soul...