30 Days of Submission: Day 3

How do you know you are submissive or have the potential to be submissive? How do you feel when you express your submission?

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?

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.

Am I doing submission wrong?

Last night/early this morning I stumbled upon a thread on Fetlife. I was up, unable to sleep, and trying to read my way into dreamland. This thread really caught my attention and had the reverse effect. I stayed up for over an hour reading through all the comments. Amazing, since if it's a thread I stumble upon, because I normally just skim those. Maybe it was my sleep deprived state, maybe it was the topic itself; whatever it was, I found myself clicking through page after page.

Yeah, defiance pays off...

I have been a baaaaad girl. My headspace has been so...craptastic here lately. Not really at my best, but not at my worst either. Just kinda gritchy and defiant.

Bleh...

Just want to say...

SINUS INFECTIONS SUCK!

Okay, phew, glad I got that out of my system. Lol. Today I spent the better part of the day in bed. Either asleep or reading. First thing this morning Monster declared me unfit. I was told to take my meds, lay down, and sleep as much as I could. He did the "Daddy fuss" (feeling my forehead, showing concern over a fever, getting medicine for me to take, and then kissing my forehead). It was sweet and exactly what I needed.

You suck. No, you suck

Yesterday afternoon, Monster and I had a talk. Here lately with as busy as he has been, our kinky side has been put on the back burner. Like, put back and semi-forgotten.

Things are slowing down with taking care of the in-laws and hopefully we can get back to some semblance of order. Our daily life as Daddy & his girl hasn't been affected. It's the kink that's changed. Our little explorations slowed down, a lot. So we talked about it.

30 Days of Submission: Day One

A very good friend of mine is doing a journal prompt on her blog. You can find her at The Dish With Ward and June. Monster read through the questions and thought it would be a good little exercise for me to do. So here goes my thievery of a journal prompt.

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?

Quiet Self Reflection Time #1

I have had time to myself to think, something the Monster Man likes to call quiet self reflection time, and I realized a few things. Some of them are just silly little things and others are bigger.

Sweet Tooth

Monster is a schmexy beast. This afternoon he was mowing and I watched him. Like the suburban mom checkin' out the gardener. I sat in the shade on my tigger and pooh blankie. My storybook/journal in front of me and I was mesmerized. Intoxicated by the sight. He had his shirt off and was working up a pretty good sweat. His muscles flexed with each push and turn of that mower. I saw those flexers and oh sweet pickles. I thought of those arms flexing around me. The way his muscles ripple in his back when he thrusts. Drool. Swoon. Oh, mylanta I need a cold shower. In the background, Marilyn Manson sings out, "I will break you inside out. You are mine, you are mine." I giggled to myself and thought, "why yes, yes. You are mine."

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.

Words of Wisdom In the Frozen Food Aisle

Trips to Wal-Mart are never boring with my Monster. We go back and forth with witty banter the whole time. When we reached the spices I was picking up bottles and making up goofy uses for them. I grabbed a bottle of some fancy cinnamon stuff, made my comments, and then went to put it back. Me being the short stuff I am, I couldn't reach the top shelf to put it back. Which only ended up with me knocking all the glass bottles over. In front of an employee! I stuck my finger to my mouth, looked up and around, started humming, and slowly made my way out of that aisle. Monster then started yelling "wait for me! Wait for me! Dont leave me here by myself"! Gee, thanks for keeping it inconspicuous Daddy Love.

Fetish Spankings

The evening started out just like any other night. Kidlet was winding down with a movie and I was playing around on FetLife and talking with a few friends. Monster sat quietly in his chair waiting for the movie to end. I knew what was waiting for me when we went to bed. As the last scene of Megamind came to an end and kidlet was off in lala and, my stomach began to churn. My swat time was drawing near. A nervous excitment washed over me and made time rush forward. One minute I was chatting with friends and the next I was going through my before bed routine.

A New Spanko Game...

The other day I was being a br…..mischievous little girl and was adding fetishes. Just to tempt a friend to add them to her list, because she was getting 1 swat for each one she added. Well, little did I know, that my Monster Man was keeping his eye on my activity on fetlife.

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.