Daddy: Need

Why is it we do what we do? What drives us to extremes? Why does one person enjoy debasing and humiliating another for a sexual thrill? Why does another cum harder then ever when being bound and belittled? How do two people so perfectly matched find each other in a world with billions? Don’t ask me. I don’t know. That’s why I ask the questions. Is it nature? Perhaps it is fun? And ultimately does it matter why? I think we can all agree that merely climbing on or under your respective mate and grunting to climax is just boring. That’s why it’s called vanilla. Vanilla is just boring, unimaginative and unworthy of human passion. This is why I so love my Fuck Toy Baby. There is nothing boring or unimaginative about her and as such is certainly worthy of my passion.

But these questions have haunted me almost my entire life. I have been pulling women’s hair long before seeing representations of cavemen dragging a club in one hand and a woman by the hair in the other. I also note with more then a little amusement that when seeing these representations the woman is never kicking and screaming. That is almost never the case. Submission is earned and can only be earned through dominance.

The closest answer I can come to is no more satisfying then the questions themselves. Need. We, those of us who I believe are brave enough to face these feelings, need to act in this manner. It is our nature to dominate. I will also submit the unpopular idea that it is exclusive to males. Males need to conquer. We need to force our will on the environment. That’s what domination means. It is force. It is not strength.

This seems to be of great confusion. Especially when one refers to a woman as being strong when she is actually acting like a man. This is foolish. Strength is the ability to withstand force. Domination is force. Submission is strength, the strength to withstand force without breaking. The more force you withstand the stronger you become. Baby is hands down stronger then any foolish woman pretending to male. She is quite simply the strongest woman I have ever met.

Everything I do, everyplace I lead she goes head high and chin first. She never blinks, bulks or backs away. I am so proud of her. There is not an ounce of force in her. She takes everything and bares it with extraordinary grace and dignity. Well until she cums anyway. Not much dignity in guttural screams and muscle spasms but they are still fun. But because of that strength she gets confused for being dominant all the time. Nothing could be further from the truth. There is not a dominant bone in her body. There are no such things are switches. There are no such things as dommes. You are either dominant, submissive or boring.

Daddy: Finding Perfection

This is the first picture I ever took of my Baby girl. I took it on the very day I met her. I had recently moved into the neighborhood and it had a club. I was very much into clubbing in those days. In second life there are but four basic things to do. One shops, fucks, parties or builds. I noted very early on that, like real life, these activities all revolve around the same thing. Sex. Needless to say pussy was on my mind when I went into Horizons that day. I had been collecting my own harem. All men do this. It is our nature.

I will never forget it. My thoughts still burned into my memory. There she was dancing on a table. Her hair was the first thing I noticed. It was huge. A man could get lost and starve to death before he escaped from that hair. I had never seen a stripper who looked like her. One of the things that I look for in a prospective toy are the choices they make. Interesting choices almost most always mean interesting people. I checked her profile. She was a very rough and tumble girl in those days. The kind of girl that would punch a man in the nose just to hear the crunch. This was very interesting to me. If I am being very honest I was in love with her before we ever spoke.

That first day I learned a lot. The most amazing thing I learned was I had to see her again. Most strippers are just that, strippers. Working girls. There is nothing wrong with that. I love strippers. But this one was different. Our conversation was effortless, a dance, if you will. For me there is nothing like wit, charm and personality to get my interest. Sex is wonderful. But there is more to life then just playing with your toys. I firmly believe most men fail this section. You have to be able to talk. The thing I cherish most about my Baby is the interesting things we talk about between the screaming and the rapes.

The second time we met seemed to me to take forever. The feeling was new to me. No woman had captured my fancy like Honey. It may sound harsh but strippers are a dime a dozen. Now I am not saying there are not treasures to be found. That’s far from the truth. But I was not so much interested in mining at this point. If you have spent any time at all in Second Life and you have any kind of personality more advanced then the “Wanna Fuck” personality then finding receptive females is not difficult. Second Life, like real life, is a man’s world.

With Honey I knew right away I had literally stumbled across a beautiful diamond. As I said it felt like forever for the second meeting. In actually it was probably no more then a week. The thing to know about the above pic is that Baby was a whore. A damned good one from all accounts. I personally see no need for the services of a whore. Read the above paragraph. If a man feels the need to pay a woman for sex that man is a fool and that woman is a genius. He should be laughed at and she given a medal.

By the third meeting I was done for, out of the game. I decided to spend all my energy making this one mine. I knew and still feel that any other woman is less then what my eyes beheld and I had to make her mine. So I set out to do just that. The courtship was painfully slow. She, like most women, had experience with males undeserving of being called Men. My goal was to fuel the fires of passion as hot as possible without dousing them. The process is called tempering. The result was building a foundation upon which the sea itself would shatter. Warm milk has a longer shelf life then most relationships in second life. I wanted this one to last for all time. So far so good.

Baby: Strength and the meaning of being strong

I have promised myself to write something here every day. Well, i don't have anything to say every day so I'm going to re-phrase that promise: I will write something here every day I feel that I have something to say that's important. Today is one such day.

I have started my morning - Daddy's evening - with the most glorious time between Daddy's thighs. I guess that takes no further explanations *grins*. It is how we love to start and end our days, me giving Daddy pleasure. After this we watched some music clips on You Tube - i showed him Brian Setzer and he showed me Stevie Ray Vaughn. After that Daddy strapped me to the bed in the dungeon and raped me. And i told him what he wants to hear: how he makes me feel more submissive than I have ever felt before and how his maleness makes me feel more feminine than I have ever felt. He told me it was because he is the strongest man I have met. And you know what? I think he's right. Well, of course he is always right. But his strenght is important because - as he pointed out - I was the strongest girl he had ever met as well. And it took a special kind of force to get me on my knees. But not only has he got me on my knees - he makes me want to throw myself at his feet and beg for more. I know Daddy has spolied me for any other men. And that no-one can love me like he does.

Every day he loves me I just want to fall down on my knees and thank higher powers for sending me into his arms.

Baby: The One

I'm not good for keeping things in context, that's for Daddy's sharp mind. I do things on a whim. And today, I just needed to post this:

I love you Coeur. It's that simple - and that complicated. You are the man who dared come forward and tame what has not been tamed before. You are the man who dared crack a shell that noone thought could be cracked, who had the nerve to break a will that everyone said could not be broken. You have gone where no other man has ever been. So here I am....giving myself to you completely. I love you, and worship you. It's that simple - and that complicated. You are The One.

BabyGirl: i love you Daddy!

Daddy: I love you too Baby...

Daddy: My perverted little Barbie Doll.

Daddy: By way of introduction

Hello there. My name is Coeur. You can call me C. Everyone does. My pet you have met. She is an extraordinary woman and my greatest challenge. I am her Daddy, mostly, because all she is I have created. She is mine forever and she will never escape me. These entries between us are meant to entertain and enlighten those of you who stumble across our musings.

The entertainment shall become evident with the posts. This is a love story. A dark, obsessive, twisted love story but undeniably a love story. Baby and Daddy love one another unconditionally and eternally. She is my Immortal Beloved and my muse. She drives me to new and unknown places as much as I drive her. I hold the key to her cuffs which bind her in wonderfully painful positions. The key to her collar was destroyed the moment she placed it around her neck. This is why she can never escape me. But she also holds the key to my heart. We are both self imprisoned, bound forever to each other. This is the enlightenment part, the part where we explore what it means to live and love within the Dominant/submissive lifestyle.

So, please, come with us as we share slices of our life together. If you are very good, children, we will share a picture of my real life collar that my Baby wears.

This is our house. Auer Manor. The neighbors call it the house on the hill.I like it because no one can hear you scream. Especially from the prison cells in the dungeon. I have caught several of the neighbors trying to peer into the windows, usually bringing food as a housewarming gift. I am not fooled by these gestures. But I am polite and invite them inside. I always arrange for them to catch a glimpse of Baby walking around and they always stammer excuses why they must leave for another appointment. For you see Baby is not allowed to wear anything but her cuffs, chains and collar when we are in residence

But I get ahead of myself. How did we arrive here? How did Baby come into being? That's a very good question. Like all things questions will be answered in the fullness of time. In other words you will just have to keep checking back.

Daddy.

Baby: Giving up my humanity

This photo i want to share because it is so very special to us. It is special because it was taken on a day when something important happened to me, something that i have a hard time explaining because it was as much a spiritual happening and not a steamy sex session (believe it or not lol)
What am I doing in this photo? I am kneeling in a dark, musty cellar in a strange SIM far far away from home. I'm licking Daddy's boots, while some german people hang around and watch (you cannot see them in the picture). It is just a slow, lazy and very public licking session where not a word was said and all you could hear was the meditative sound of my licking the leather of Daddy's boots and him just sat there in the dark looking drop dead gorgeous as usual.

The only way I can describe what happens here is that I entered a new place where I had never been before. Daddy said I entered Sub Space. I think he means that it was on this particular day my slavery became absolute. Now, Daddy has collared me both in Second Life and in real life. He has married me in a bigass cathedral and made me his property in front of god and everyone. So i was well and truly owned a long time before this picture was taken. Still, here he takes me further.

Saturday, February 16th. Exactly 7 days after our wedding. I keep comming back to this day in my mind. What you see is actually me giving up my humanity.

And - i couldn't resist posting this pic here:- a public spanking that made the day complete.

Baby: Into the bubble

My name is Baby, and no it is not my real name but it is the name my Daddy gave me when he claimed me as his. And ok, first things first - no, I am NOT pretending to be his biological daughter. And no - he is NOT roleplaying my biological father. This is NOT an age play relationship. I call him my Daddy simply because it is the best description of his personality: his dark, deep, obsessive loving and his extremely protective nature. Daddy is warmer, more caring than Master, but a Master is what he is to me. He is also my sugardaddy - he buys me pretty things, showers me with love and attention and makes me feel like I'm the prettiest girl that ever lived.
He calls me Baby because that best describes what I am to him: small, innocent, wicked, bratty, needy - and very loving. I am lost without him. Nobody loves me like he does.

In Second Life we live in a beautiful mansion set on an old english country SIM. The Auer Manor reflects so perfectly who we are. It is complete with a rustic kitchen where I can prepare all Daddy's meals, a place on the floor for me to eat, a library where Daddy can do his work and I can play on the floor, a huge ballroom slash dining room, and upstairs bedroom complete with our four poster bed where Daddy can chain me up any way he desires, a cuddle corner by the fire and a cage for me to stay in when he is away, plus luxurious bathroom - I mockingly call the decore in there for a mix of Elvis and Dracula - Graceland goes Transylvania kinda sorta lol. An theres an outdoor pool where Daddy fucked me blind the other day in front of our new next door neighbour.

There is also a dungeon in our basement. I shall get back to that later - the feel of the dungeon, and what it does to me is a chapter in itself.

In the picture at the top you can see me sleeping in my cage here, waiting for Daddy to come home.

The time I've spent with Daddy has taken me on such a journey. The collaring in November last year, moving in together and getting married in February - and then to top it all off, his real collaring this March - has changed my life. I have always been a submissive but never met anybody who could take me on like he does. The Doms I've met before have come in 2 categories: not real - mening RP Doms who pretends do be dominants but who is as vanilla as anything. Or just guys who uses their roles as Doms to mainly be emotionally or physically abusive.
Before Daddy there was no man who could ever dominate me. I was in fact taken for being a Domme myself. I can see why, but it would hurt me no end. But i could not help myself - every man i met i seeked his weakness: was he physically strong I dommed him intellectually. Was he intellectually superior I dommed him physically. And then - there came Daddy. And that is what this diary is going to be all about. Because Daddy keeps pushing me further, and I keep urging him on. I know many people find us sick and pervy. But I can only sum up our relationship in four little words: this - is true love.