As fellow kinkster BoringJen once said: “My daddy always said, if more than one person tells you that you have a tail, you should probably turn around and look.”
I have,
in my life, had the following adjectives used to describe, insult, praise,
undermine, and recommend me:
> Intimidating,
Challenging, High-Maintenance, Self-Assured, Difficult, Ambitious, Bossy, Driven,
Resourceful, Demanding, Pushy, Critical, Tough, Straightforward, Harsh, Imperious,
Greedy, Domineering, Strong-Willed, Stubborn, Insistent, Proud, Assertive, Determined
I am a demanding
person, you guys. I hold people to really high standards. I challenge people. It’s
what I do. It’s time I own it.
The
problem is, BDSM only has one tried-and-true prescription for people who meet
that definition: Dominant. Well sorry BDSM, but I’m not dominant.
Being in
relationships with two decidedly dominant (and two decidedly fantastic) men, well…sometimes
I don’t get to demand what they give me and when they give it. And after years
of experimentation (using scientific and un-scientific methods alike) I can confidently
say that, sadly, I don’t get to cajole, seduce, tease, maneuver, wheedle,
bribe, plead, charm, beguile, bend over backwards, flatter, suck, or fuck them
into always giving me what I want when I want it, either.
I am a
rigger and a sadist. I like to bamboozle bottoms, and make them blush. I like
to top. I am also a rope bottom, and a masochist. I love to serve, and I love
to submit. I love structure. I want to act and I want to be acted upon. I know
what I want and need, and I am not satisfied unless I get it. I am a dominant
submissive, and I need a relationship which reflects that.
In
short, I need a Service Daddy.
You
guys, a Service Daddy is just the thing! I could tell him[i]
to tie me up. I could tell him to beat me senseless. I could tell him to fuck
me as hard as I needed. I could tell him how, how much, how hard, and how long
to do this stuff and he’d do it – because he wanted to serve me.
He’d
spoil me rotten, and I’d tell him just how to do it.
If I was
down and needed to feel comforted, my Service Daddy could hold me and say
things like “Punkin, I’m so proud to be your Daddy.” If I was hungry, Service
Daddy could say “Do you want me to make your favorite sourdough toast with
butter, you sexy monkey?” and I’d say “Yes! You’re the bestest!”
When I
went out with Service Daddy, I could play dress up as Mommy, and only the two
of us would know how secretly he was my Daddy. I could play with his junk under
the table with my feet, and he wouldn’t tell me to stop because I’d be in
charge, and whether to play with his junk under the table with my feet is
my call, not his.
Basically
it would be the best of both worlds. And I could finally be the dominant
submissive I really am. I’m all in on this, you guys. Calling all Service
Daddies!
[i]
Sorry, everybody. I do love to play with women. Women are teh sexy for sure. But
your humble author’s daddy issues call for a male partner (or a really butch,
sexy, older lady?) to play the Service Daddy part.
