My Man, My Husband, My Daddy

My Man, My Husband, My Daddy

I my Daddy.  Originally I wrote a quick description about why I call my husband Daddy in a selfie I took titled, “Naughty Selfies – For my Daddy“.  For us, the roleplay has became who we are as a couple.  

I have noticed the term Daddy used in various ways.  Some couples use it as a form BDSM roleplay, which involves being her man’s sex slave.  For instance, I have seen photos of a woman being peed on captioned, “Daddy’s little slut doing what she was made for, being Daddy’s toilet.”   Although we are okay with waterplay and have even done photoshoots of golden showers and blogged about sex cocktails, we didn’t do it in the name of Daddy-dom.  It isn’t why I call my husband Daddy, nor do I see it as a dominant sexual thing.   

For me, it’s a term of endearment.  It makes me feel loved and special.  Although I am submissive, I enjoy the idea of him taking care of me, being his little girl, and giving me something I never received while I was growing up: a man’s love and attention.  And I have no issues with him being a dominant figure, as I am passive by nature anyway.

My Daddy Gets Whatever My Daddy Wants.

My Daddy gets whatever my Daddy wants.  And since obviously we do have sex, and we do embrace our roles, it is a part of our sex life.  So yes I do suck my Daddy’s dick and do various naughty things that a little girl has to do to keep her Daddy happy. A big part of my role is to be a good little girl so I get the affection and attention I love.  However, I am not Daddy’s footstool, toilet, or spit cup.  Doing that in the name of Daddy-dom doesn’t make me feel good nor how I want to view my Daddy.  To be honest, I’d consider that abusive and not something I see a Daddy doing to his little girl.  Even though I’d do whatever he wanted, my Daddy wouldn’t  abuse me or belittle me for his pleasure.   This is our balance.

With all that said, as his good little girl, I was proud of myself for vomiting on his dick on purpose while giving him a blow job.  And he loved it.  And I love going to the extreme for him, respectfully.

After vomiting, I ignored the mess in his lap and kept sucking.  When he was about to cum, I shoved his dick all the way down my throat, nose and face in my own vomit, and held myself there until I felt his cum pipe quit twitching.  I had to ignore every instinct I had, from being grossed out, to show him how dedicated I am to his pleasure. Because it’s what I wanted to do for my Daddy.  And in the shower afterwards, I talked in my little girl voice, proud,  “Did I do good Daddy?”   

And he played his role perfect.  Kissed my forehead, told me I have to be careful when I suck his dick, and reassured me that all little girls are supposed to have trouble sucking big dicks. 

I melted.  Because it’s true.

Here is a bit of what I wrote on a previous blog about my Daddy:

Why do I call my husband my daddy?  Because he is my daddy.  He is the father of my kids, so naturally I refer to him as dad or daddy, even when talking to my children, because it’s how they know him. This is a point that is never really brought up in articles about women that call their husband’s daddy.  Well, when I ask my daughter to tell her father dinner is done, I say, “Tell daddy his dinner is ready.” I naturally refer to him as daddy around the house even when I am not talking directly to him.  But that isn’t the only reason.  My father was abusive.  I never really had a father figure that made me feel like his little princess, or gave me the attention I had read about in stories or seen in movies.   So what my daddy gives me has nothing to do with my biological father.  At all.  It’s more lack thereof.

My daddy protects me, takes care of me, never abuses me, and makes me feel like his little girl.  I truly believe every girl loves this type of attention.  And a husband’s love can end, a boyfriend’s love can end, but a father’s love?  A father forgives his little girl if she makes mistakes.  A father is there forever, beyond being married.  He has told me that if I cheated, he wouldn’t leave his little girl, because daddy’s don’t abandon their little girls just because they fuck up.  Mind you, I would never cheat.  But the thought makes me understand the difference between my daddy’s love, and a husband’s love.  A husband’s love has it’s limits.  My daddy’s love is limitless.  And it’s true, a daddy doesn’t turn his back on his little girls. And that’s our relationship.  No matter how bad my day, I want to come home and be his little girl.  Be taken care of.  I’m naturally submissive so I have no issues with him being in charge and even threatening to spank me if I sass off.  I love it.