| For the Love of Daddy by Millarca -Daughter of Darkness |
| I�m not writing this just because Daddy told me, I would have wrote it anyway. In fact writing about this fantasy has been on my mind since I met Daddy. I�ve been into Leather and S/M for over six years. In that time I have been a submissive to many women, and a Mistress to many more. I have played with men, but never more than once. I�m a firm believer that a Daddy doesn�t have to be male. I know many female Daddies that demand to be called Daddy. Daddy is more than being a male figure, it�s also someone that�s loving, caring, gentle, firm, and looks after my well being. I met my Daddy almost a month ago. Although he�s much younger than I am I was attracted to him the first time we met. I don�t think age is important so I won�t go into how much older I am than Daddy is. I will say that he�s still my Daddy. In two weeks Daddy will be visiting me from Madison, Wisconsin. He knows that I am a switch, and that I have many submissives. He also knows that I have a dying need to submit once in awhile. I talked to Daddy on the phone today; he calls me �little one.� He told me to write down one of my deepest fantasies that involve giving myself to him. My deadline to finish this assignment is four days away, but I am so anxious to write for Daddy that I started writing immediately after hanging up the phone. So here is my fantasy, Daddy: It�s hard for me to stay in bottom space for long, that�s because I�ve been a Top for the past three years; even though I consider myself a switch. Every time I play with one of my girls or boys and take them over the edge, I look them in their eyes as their tears start to fall. Last weekend I topped someone for the first time. It was her first time bottoming, and I knew of her abusive past, so I was gentle with her. The scene didn�t last for more than 15 minutes, but as any good Top knows, it�s amazing what you can do in 15 minutes. I paddled her ass, and whipped her back lightly. That didn�t break her. What broke her was when I removed the nipple clamps. I leaned her against me, as I removed the restraints and the leather mask. Her body was warm and sweaty. Her breasts were small, but adorable. I told her to breathe as I removed the clamps, and she fell into my arms, moaning loudly. |
As I walked her to the sofa, I asked the host to get her a glass of water. After she drank some water, I kissed her soft moist lips, and told her she was a good girl and good girls get a special treatment. She didn�t know what to expect, so I told her again to breathe, she did, and I pinched her already sore nipples. She screamed so loud that we thought the neighbors heard it. Fortunately no police were called. As I released her nipples she looked me in my eyes with a loving glance and said, �Thank you Mistress.� I kissed her again, and lay back on the sofa as I came down. She left shortly afterwards, and we exchanged numbers to keep in touch. As the host of the party walked her to her car I sat there, once again, wishing someone could take me over the edge like that. I�m a damn good Mistress, and that�s probably what is preventing me from bottoming to anyone. Even though my heart desires it. The weekend that Daddy visited me, I had cleaned the house thoroughly, or rather I had my submissives clean the house. I tried to stay out of Top space all day, but it wasn�t easy. I was breaking in a new submissive that required a lot of attention. Daddy arrived after 7pm with his lover Jimmy. Jimmy was an interesting person. Daddy was legally married to Jimmy because Jimmy is a Female-to-male Transexual. So legally Jimmy was Daddy�s wife. When the bell rung my submissive, Christina, jumped up to answer the door. I knew better than to sit there, so I got up also. It had been a couple of weeks since I last saw Daddy. When I went to visit him in Madison, we didn�t have a chance to play physically, but Daddy would put me in my place whenever I forgot who was the Dom. |
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