30 Days of Submission: Day 1

I know I have started this here in the past, but I think this time, with the help of Mortuary Chick, I might be able to actually make it through this 30 Days of Submission. She's the very best partner in crime for this exercise. Honestly, I think she is what has inspired me to keep posting here this past week. Go show her some serious love.

Mushy, happy-feelings aside, I'll get to the prompt. Lol

Day 1: Does your submission – either what you practice or what you strive for – have a label? Do you view your submission as Taken in Hand, domestic discipline, top/bottom, dominant/submissive, master/slave, owner/pet, or some other description or combination? If you do not use a label, why?

I have no clue what to title this :/

On my last post there was a comment made that ended with a question. Since my response would have been a little on the long winded side, I'm making an individual post. It kind of requires a bit of back story to sound right. The comment was:

"...I find it really hard just talking about things, even just the word Daddy is sometimes difficult to say outloud (I'm still getting used to it) because of it's taboo nature. How did you guys "come out" about it?"

Dark Secrets and Communication

Having someone know some of your deep, dark secrets can be a comforting thing. Some times, not so much. Monster knows mine. I don't think there is a secret I haven't shared with him. He's so easy to just talk to that I don't guard what I say. A long time ago I shared one of my childhood secrets, after a comment my mom made. The kind of silly thing that kids wish for when they're little, only to be embarrassed about it later.

What makes him a great Daddy Dom

In the little's group I run on FetLife, a new discussion was started asking what people thought a Daddy should be. It was a coincidence, because while we were playing Cellar Dwellers this week, I passed the storms writing out what my thoughts were on what makes Monster a great Daddy Dom.

Going to start this with a small disclaimer:

These are what my Monster is. I'm not saying it is a standard that has to apply to all Daddies. Just mine.

Sunburns and Pretty Flowers

I am a bad blogger/group leader. Bad Nightmare, no cookies! :(

It Isn't Ageplay

I know there's lots and lots of people out there who associate being a "little" with ageplay. For my Monster and I, ageplay doesn't even come close to describing our relationship. Just for a second I am going to describe what the term ageplay (age play, age-play) means to me. And please remember this is my opinion, yours may be different.

Sadistic Daddy?

As contradictory as this may sound, it is possible to be both. I know it is something that can be debated to death. There are those that would say that if a Daddy is a Sadist, then he isn't really a Daddy at all. And for those that say that, it is true...for them, but not for me. That's the glory of this crazy world of BDSM and kink in general. You aren't in a cookie cutter relatinship, each one is different and unique. Like building your own sub, (haha) you get to pick and choose what flavors you want. It really is a "to each their own" way to live.

Physical or Mental?

This is a debate I have had with myself for several years. Which pulls me in more, the physical or mental stimulation from…well BDSM in general.

On a completely mental level, I shiver at the thought of being His. His play thing, His ragdoll, His little girl, His… everything. I don't need words or touches. I go all silly in the head when I think of all the things we have done and will do. I get dreamy and floaty. In a sexual sense, there are times when he doesnt even have to touch me to get my girly bits going. He just has to whisper three words in my ear… You. Are. Mine. Thats all it takes and I am falling over that edge into a world of sheer bliss.

What Daddy Means To Me

He is the one that makes my world go round. The one that lights up the darkness and shows me there is nothing to be scared of. He kisses my boo-boos and chases away the scary monsters. He provides me with a love that is so powerful that I am weak from the beauty of it. He listens when I talk and provides his opinion when I ask.

Brat...it's not a bad word

I don’t know about anyone else, but I get my best thinking done when I am cleaning. Yesterday while washing dishes a thought popped into my head about brattyness. The differences of opinion some people have on the term bratty and just exactly where my thought is. Like always, it was pretty much in line with what my Daddy Monster considers cute and fun. Go figure…

Getting and Giving

As I was showering; sniffing up my bottle of baby wash, a couple of thoughts came to my mind. The first was holy bajeebus this stuff smells so yummy! But pooh, I’m almost out, looks like I need to get more. The second was a little more serious. It was about the relationship between Daddy and I. I can’t really describe what we have. Its just…us. No more and no less. The main thought was feeding. Feeding egos, needs, desires etc.

What being a Daddy's/little girl means to me

What being a little girl/Daddy’s girl means to me…

Being a Daddy’s girl means love, cuddles, kisses, and hugs. Feeling safe and protected, while learning more about myself. It helps to heal my heart in ways I never thought possible. I know I can trust that every decision he makes, is with my best interest at heart. I can learn and grow and not be criticized when I don’t do something right. He is here to love me, all of me, and mold me. Mold me into a person that he and I are both proud of. He brings out all the things that I supressed for a very long time. He calls to the little girl inside of me and cradles her with his big strong hands.

Starting Over

Through the years I have had several blogs, on several different host sites. When Monster and I began our little journey into BDSM and D/s, I journaled almost daily on yahoo's 360. Sadly, when they decided to shut it down I didn't move my blog somewhere else.

After that it was one failed attempt after another. Here recently, I decided to start a music journal on wordpress. The downside, I didn't count the fact that our dynamic plays such a big part of daily life, that to a 'nilla person I would seem a little whacked out if I did songs that got a little...extreme. So here I am, yet again, starting over.

My plan is to get things moved over from my last attempt (pre-wordpress) to here. There are pieces I have written that I just love to bits. So I shall begin transplanting them here with their originally written date added into the body, but keeping the date I added them here current. When they all get brought here, then I will start with my current journal projects.

Here's to failed attempts and stubborn, bullheaded determinations. ;)