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.
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.
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.
No comments:
Post a Comment