Mustardseed -> RE: A question for Daddy Doms (4/2/2007 9:14:10 PM)
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I've got carte blanche to talk about Daddy as long as I'm not fibbing. The answer is yes and no. I knew that upon returning to the Wet Spot after a vanilla breakup that I wanted a Daddy. I went through the membership boards, looking up posted profiles on bondage.com and other sites to match faces to usernames and the like. I hotlisted a bunch of people, and noticed the combination of a fairly good looking picture, a profile that included conversational questions for the responder, and a very storng preference to be called "Daddy." I added that one to my list to refer to later. I wasn't really experienced with the concept of hotlisting people, and didn't realize that the people I hotlisted could see that I'd done it. gleep! Fast forward a few weeks. I'm at the Spot with some friends, and very handsome guy walks forward as I'm passing, says "hi," introduces himself and slides back into the background after I acknowledge him. I'm almost sadthat I'm there with my friends, as he was pretty hot ... but I didn't want to do anything stupid fresh on heels of a breakup. I looked him up again, found his profile, responded -- thanking him for coming up to me -- and started a dialogue. We had our first date a few weeks later ... which was when all the hasty, unwise and quite fun things happened. It was a few months into dating -- in the heat of summer, if I remember correctly -- that we started discussing Daddy/Daughter play. I showed off a leather trenchcoat that I'd picked up recently as a sort of consolation prezzie for not having a Daddy. I was planning on using it as an aftercare blankie, and social armor for rides home if I bused through downtown. I think he'd brought his own trench to my place as I'd told him I'd been treating mine and he wanted to use some of my supplies. Although our coats were about the same size, he asked me to try his on. So, I knelt naked on the floor except for a chainmaille necklace I'd comissoned from him and pulled on his coat. It's different to wear someone else's coat. I would never, ever presume to pull on someone else's clothes without asking or being offered first, especially leathers. But once in it, I felt very .... little. And in that potentially sexy pose, my hair falling around my face, my neck encased in metal and my body supporting the weight of his leather, I did the only thing that felt natural: I waved my arms so that the sleeves of his coat flapped. He later told me that, in that moment, he thought, "Oh, my god. This could work." It took a few more weeks for the actual conversation to happen. He was used to being called a sicko even by his kinky loved ones for being into age play, and was pretty convincned that I was going to suggest he get counseling. I had apparently misheard him in a previous and was convinced he thought me too old for such play. We eventually got it figured out. "And that's the truth. pbbbbttt!" - Edith Ann
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