“Hi, Daddy.”
I’m still shy as I say it, but a lot of the shyness has worn off after so many months. The word flows easy from my lips and makes me happy in ways I can’t always explain.
The first time I said it, realized that honoring Signs (Michael, my Daddy) with that particular title, it felt different. No, it felt right.
Let’s get certain particulars out of the way.
- I lost my father at a really young age, and while that has had an effect on many things in my life, I’ve never been the type to need a ‘daddy’ to guide me.
- I’ve always thought about what being a submissive meant, but I’ve never looked at anyone and thought about them being my Dom because no one has inspired that kind of need in me.
- Calling someone ‘daddy’ always felt funny to me. Like a comment someone made during sex. “Who’s your Daddy?” Not you.
When I started talking to Michael (I automatically want to call him Daddy here), it began in a way that felt safe. I admired him from afar, wanted him to notice me, was surprised/flattered/shocked/giddy when he did, and was very happy to just talk with him.
He was nice. He is nice even if I thought he was this tough guy at first. He cares deeply and he’s so soft on the inside I just want to snuggle against him. I’ve never had anyone take the time and tell me they cared beyond sex about me. In just the first month, I felt differently about him than any person – male or female – that I’ve ever talked to because I didn’t feel like he wanted something from me.
When it transitioned, from chatting to a D/s thing, we discussed names and how they’d fit. At first it was Sir, a title I’ve always had a thing for, and he’d call me pet. That title, pet, melted something inside me when he said it. It evolved though from a simple pet to a little kitten who’s taken care of by her Daddy.
Daddy didn’t feel gross when I said it to him. I felt like a little girl, a little kitten, being guided and cared for and stroked by her Daddy. It felt right because he does those things for me. It has the Daddy/little undertones that are caring and so damn hot to me.
I wish I could truly verbalize how such a title, a name that in different circumstances sounds strange, but that fit what we have. It won’t be the same for other people, but in those moments with him he’s very much my Daddy and I’m very much his little kitten.
I’ve written stories that speak better to the feeling of it. Excusing any typos, this story explains how it all feels.
Names and titles have deep deep meaning. I’m discovering that I’m more of a submissive than I realized and that names can bring out feelings you didn’t realize lived inside you. Calling him my Daddy makes me feel very much a cared for kitten and I love that feeling.
