Mean Daddy

I love skirts, especially more loose, open skirts like this one.  Partly because they provide easy access, much easier than pants. 

Partly because when a woman walks properly while wearing one, they swish around and draw the eye so nicely to her ass.  It’s a wonderful tease, and it’s tempting and pleasing to me.  Many times, more than a simple tight skirt or pair of pants.

And partly for the possibility of scenes like this, which I imagine happening just around the corner from a picnic or some other setting where people are *right there*.  With the skirt like that, and with his pants open - they could do this fast and get right back out to the picnic, with no obvious signs of having done anything dirty.  Though some people might guess.

I had fun with Princess tonight. She howled very nicely. Mmmmm.

We took a shower together. The main reason for this was for her to shampoo her short hair and get out whatever was left of the pretty large volume of styling products which had been necessary to keep her long hair in the style she liked, but which also had probably been a big reason I had some difficulty cutting her hair - and would surely have been a bigger problem in stage three. It was also nice to get myself clean though, and I always love showering with my girl. Often she washes my back, which is wonderful. She didn’t this time, but she did wash my hair - which is also soothing and an extremely pleasing service.

When I started, before I cuffed her, she saw I was serious and tried to leave the room. I held her back and fought with her even as I went for the cuffs. I’m not sure what had been said before it, but I said:

“Would you respect me at this point, if I didn’t do it?”

She basically said, “So you’re saying you pretty much have to do it, now?”

“Exactly,” I said. This isn’t to say I regret it, or didn’t choose to do it, but it was clearly necessary if I wanted things to be what I wanted them to be. I wanted to be her dom, her master and her owner. This was a nicely dramatic way of putting her back in her place, and me in mine. She understood very well what I was doing. And needed it. And wanted it. I wasn’t actually trying to back out of things - I was confirming why I was doing it, and why I wouldn’t back out. She thought I would back off, until I actually started cutting her hair - then she knew I was really going to do it.

When we were in the washroom after stage two, she complained, “It’s so short!”

I said something like, “So should I stop now?” thinking of the conversation when she was trying to escape, before I started cutting. I said, “Would that have the same effect?” and she just gave me a look, to which I replied: “Exactly.” This was pretty dramatic for her already, but I needed to go all the way.

One of the advantages of short hair is that it dries quickly. My girl towel dried her hair a bit after the shower, but even so, it was no problem at all. In the past, she had to air dry it (it didn’t respond well to a blow dryer), and it would take an hour just to get to a point where it was damp but wouldn’t drip all over the place. I have an electric razor which I haven’t used to shave my face in a long time. I keep it for the trimmer piece. This is what I used next.

She sat down in the bathroom, and I started buzzing off hair in upward strokes, trying to just let it fall to the floor. I wrapped a towel around her, trying to avoid too much hair falling on her shoulders and other skin and making her itchy. By the time I was working on the back of her head, she was getting impatient. Some parts, particularly around the ears, were tricky to trim. This stage took longer than I expected it would - truthfully, the entire process took a very long time. The hair coming off in this stage was much darker than the hair I cut in the first stage in particular, I would guess it was her natural hair colour - one I had never seen on her (except in a few spots peeking through, I guess). There was hair all over the floor, all over her seat, all over the towel… and only a very thin covering of short hair on her head. She looked just about bald.

I let her shower again, to shampoo out any little trimmed hairs and generally prepare her head a bit more. I cleaned up the hair that was left over. It was time to actually shave her.

She rubbed the shaving gel over her head as I found my trusty Mach 3 razor, and put on a fresh blade. The water from the tap took frustratingly long to get up to the temperature I wanted, as she sat waiting and ready and wanting things to be done already. Myself, I wasn’t nearly as impatient - the process was time-consuming, but I was enjoying seeing my work take shape, seeing the progress to a huge change in her look. A look I was creating, a look she was mostly taking because I wanted it.

I started shaving her head, and the hair started disappearing with each stroke. Some strokes were very short, and there were bits left behind. I knew there was going to have to be touch-up work, but that was okay. She was still impatient, of course, understandably. But her head was getting bared. Completely. The second time lathering up and shaving her head was quicker - mostly just quick strokes catching left over patches. The process was complete. My girl was bald. And beautiful. And fantastic.

And all mine.

(Photo: Interrogation by AngelCrossPhotos)

I couldn’t believe I was really doing it, as I grabbed a handful of her hair and pushed it between the blades of the scissors. I had to fight hard to put the hand cuffs and ankle cuffs on her, and harder to clip her ankles together - though when I put her arms behind her back, she accepted it and let me clip them with much less trouble. I pushed the scissors together, and started cut the first few strands of her hair. She hung her head down like she was heartbroken, maybe already mourning her wonderful, long, curly hair. I kept cutting.

Before long there was a large pile of hair on the bed beside her, where I’d been dropping it. She was left with what was actually a pretty cute short hair cut. Except for the parts where I’d left a curl too long, or the edges very jagged. I’m far from a professional, and I really wasn’t trying to make it look good. But what we had after stage one showed me she could be really pretty with the short hair she’d often wanted but been too afraid to actually get. If I’d simply stopped there and fixed my mistakes, it would have been a dramatic change - but not enough for what we needed. I did stop there for the time being, and made her pick up the pile of her own hair and put it into a plastic bag. Then I made her get on the floor.

She kissed my feet, something she hadn’t done in a while. I got up on the bed, made her suck my balls and take my cock down her throat. I felt… powerful. She had said before, and been saying all day that I would never do this. I hadn’t been completely sure that I’d be able to do it. I do love long hair, but I’ve known some very pretty girls with short hair too. But we weren’t stopping with short hair, this was just stage one. I was really going to do it, I was shaving her head. It had become necessary for us, for me to really re-establish my position and put our relationship back in the solid D/s space it had once held. I pulled out of her mouth, put her on her back, and fucked her hard. We used to use missionary position a lot, but that was before we figured out how to make doggie style work well for us. I hadn’t fucked her this way in a while. It hurt her, but also felt good. For me it just felt good. And it’s a much better position for doing certain possessive things, like biting and marking her neck - which I did. I came hard. Most times after that, I would help her cum - but she wasn’t sure she could, or even if she was really up to trying. We did snuggle, and she leaned her head against me and cried a little. She knew why I’d cut her hair, and wasn’t mad at me at all. I’m pretty sure she was happy I was taking power back over her in a way I’d somewhat let go. And then our landlord called, wanting to get together and talk for a while. I left her there, dealing with the fact that I really had cut her hair, and really was going to shave her head. The plan was to shave it the next morning, but that timetable soon got moved up.

When I came back, it was time for dinner. She warmed up some pasta for both of us. I’m not sure she was up to actually cooking something new, and it was pretty late anyhow, so I really didn’t feel like waiting to eat. She told me that she’d talked with a kinky friend of ours online a bit while I’d been gone, and the girl had been horrified that I’d shopped off my girl’s hair. And that was without even knowing that I wasn’t done yet. My girl was taking it fairly well, though I think a lot was that things simply hadn’t sunk in - at one point while snuggling, I had asked how she felt, and she said “numb”. I’m not sure how, but we agreed that it was better to continue things that night, not wait until the morning. It might have been because she had to work the next day. We knew this before I started cutting her hair, but not long beforehand - I had already decided to shave her, and even bought supplies (new scissors, new razor blades, shaving cream) while we were out earlier that day. I wasn’t going to wait for stage one, and it made sense to keep going.

Stage one had left my girl with what could be described as a short girly cut. Kind of a boy cut, but what a girl would get and call a boy cut. I could only cut so much hair off at a time - her hair had been very long, with a lot of volume. After stage one, the plastic bag held quite a bit of hair. It was only after this, that I could get to the inner layer of hair and actually cut it as short as scissors could do. This was stage two.

I tried to work quickly but carefully, making sure I did a fairly good job, and didn’t cut her ears or otherwise hurt her. At times I pulled her hair a bit too much, but I got better at this as well. By the end of it, we had another large pile of hair, and she had a real boy’s haircut - pretty close to the hair cut I get when I go to the barber. She looked at it in the mirror, shocked again by the drastic change to her looks. I assured her that she was still very cute and pretty. I knew that I would need to reassure her of this often for a while, and she even told me as much. This wasn’t a problem. While I had loved her hair, it was far from the only thing I liked about her looks. She really was still cute, and pretty, and lovely. And the fact that I was personally changing her look was powerful and very hot.

(to be continued)

This is a continuation of this post.  Here you go, Pepper *smile*

Okay, so: 

Question 3:  my top three kinky things… this could take a while.

First, ass play. 

Anal sex has been one of the things I fantasized about and wanted badly for a long time.  There is something taboo and intimate about it, and all things related to that area.  Most women wouldn’t have anal sex with every man they’d have sex with in general.  There’s something more, for lack of a better word, dominating about it.  Something special.  Something humiliating.  And I do love humiliating a girl who likes to be humiliated.  Now, anal sex is often not as physically stimulating as cunt sex - but with my girl in particular, her ass is fabulous and anal sex with her feels awesome, on top of the mental/emotional aspect that I just talked about. 

Now, other ass play is also very intimate and can be even more humiliating.  It’s amusing to me that my girl seems to be more embarrassed by me giving her a rimjob than I am by giving it.  And I love that even though it embarrasses her, it also feels good.  And then there’s enemas.  Obviously it takes a whole different level of intimacy and trust for that.  So yeah, ass play is very hot.

Second, humiliation play.

Obviously, ass play is part of this, but I love all kinds of humiliation play - puppy play, watersports, spitting, bathroom control, and many other forms.  I only enjoy it if the girl gets off on it too, though - I had a sub who really didn’t get anything out of it, and it lost its appeal for me.  Humiliation play is fun because of the intimacy aspect, but also because of the contradiction and tension it creates in a woman who gets off on it.  Part of her hates what I’m doing, how I’m humiliating her, yet part of her loves it and wants it.  It’s a mindfuck of a sort, and it’s great - especially if my girl wants something that she hates at the same time.  Sometimes she even requests a particular type of play which is humiliating.  Such fun.

Third, violet wand play.

What I know of other electrical play is interesting too, but my violet wand is especially fun.  It can be used in so many creative and different ways within the same scene, I can constantly experiment with it.  I figure out something new I can do with it almost every time I use it.  I generally use what’s called the “indirect” method of play with the wand, which involves charging myself with electricity.  Once I do that, I can shock my partner by bringing my fingers close to her and letting the electricity arc to her skin from me (or my tongue, or anything else), or I can hold something metal, or a lightbulb, and the electricity will conduct from me through that, when it’s brought close to my partner.  If it’s too far there will be no effect, and if I (or something metal I’m holding) have complete contact with my partner, that will stop the arc too.  Sometimes a metal object can be slightly touching, but electricity will still arc from a part of it that’s close to that but not touching the skin, like with chain or a whartenberg wheel. 

 My girl isn’t crazy about it, but sometimes we have fun with it.  Most of my play at play parties (with anyone other than my little one) has been with the wand, and most people I’ve used it with have loved it.  Reactions to it vary wildly (a few girls have cum from it, one giggled non-stop through a half hour scene - no exaggeration, non-stop).  Generally, it’s a toy with an incredible variety of possibilities, because almost any metal object has the potential to be a part of a violet wand scene, and the effects can be significantly different - from knives to party decorations to chains to metal guitar picks.  I could write pages about violet wand play, but it still may not give you a very good picture - look for pictures and video online if you want to know more, that will help.  Ultimately I feel like it’s hard to really know what it’s like without experiencing it - it’s a unique type of play.

Now, question 4:

As for how I’m going to make my little one blush bright red today - I won’t be doing it today, since I’m not with her, but soon I plan on giving my girl an enema.  After I fill her with water, I’ll play with her cunt.  When she’s letting it out, she’ll spend some time sucking my cock.  As for other details, we’ll see - I’m sure I’ll have some ideas *grins*.  And of course, I’ll fuck her ass afterward, and maybe have her clean me after that.  Mmmm.  And reading this will probably make her blush bright red today *grins more*.  Humiliation is also nicely intimate because the more you get to know someone, the more you know how to humiliate her and the more you get in her head *grins*.

Mean Daddy

• Question: Hi Mr. Daddy,
  
  I really can't do the whole "Daddy" thing, which my Sir takes advantage of to embarrass me... but you should note that I tried! Please, note that. Also, like a good pet, I asked before sending this off to you. Which I don't like to do. But I have some questions for you!
  
  As I'm positive you know, I am quite fond of your little one, and I get to hear all about you from her. Problem is, I never get to hear anything from your side of the fence... So here we go!
  
  1. I know that you and your little one had a "one night stand" for your first meeting. Could you tell me about that from your perspective?
  2. How long have you been a Daddy or a Sir or a Master or a Dom? Does the difference between these matter to you?
  3. What are your, say, top 3 kinky things and, just to make it more fun and difficult, why are they your top 3?
  4. How exactly are you going to make your little one blush bright red today? Because I'm really looking forward to hearing about that from her end.
  
  Thanks bunches!
  
  ~Peps - alittlespicy
• Answer:

  Hi Pepper.

  It’s amusing being called “Mr. Daddy.”  I kind of like it.  No one ever calls me “Mr.” and very few people have called me “Daddy” besides my little girl, at any time in the past.  It’s very cute.  In that moment at least, you were more little girly than I think you give yourself credit for.  So you did just fine ;)

  Now, these answers aren’t easy, but I’ll do what I can.

  1.  From the first moment I saw my little one, I think my first thought was “Ooo, she’s cute.”  I vaguely wondered if I could make something happen, but obviously didn’t know her enough to have a plan or anything of the sort.  As we talked more, I thought she had some involvement with the guy who introduced us.  Between that and the fact she was going away the next day, I didn’t expect anything to happen.  I was enjoying her company all the same - flirting with pretty girls is always fun, though I often have a hard time telling if one is interested or what.  I’m not exactly a “ladies’ man” in general.  I’m glad that I took the chance to ask her for a goodnight kiss.

  I’ve never had a one night stand (that one was supposed to be, but didn’t turn out to be, so I think I can still say never *chuckles*) so I completely didn’t plan on this - I just had to have her, and I knew if I didn’t ask that night, I’d never have another chance, and I’d regret not saying anything.  It helped that it seemed fairly clear at that point that she was interested *grin*.  Mmm, such a good night.

  2. I’ve known I was a Dom for about 12 years now.  I had fantasies for a long time, but it took til then to get into this and realize what it was about - plus I have been into feminism and things like that, and yet can be chivalrous (some people would find that to be a huge contradiction, but whatever), so I had to struggle with things like “don’t hit girls.”  I still sometimes have a hard time pushing where I don’t think my girl wants to go, depending on how much I want it and my own mood and such.  This has some connections with humiliation play for me, but I’ll wait until question 3 to talk about that. 

  The difference between these terms is sometimes hard to define - I’m not sure what would make a Sir different, so I can’t say how long I’ve “been” one of them.  I don’t really consider myself a Master - I am *my* girl’s Master, but that’s different.  I feel like a Master has his general life in much better order than I do - I’m doing okay, but I could do better, and am working on it.  I’m not the kind of “natural Master” type that some are - I don’t tend to take command of every situation or anything like that.  This may be unrealistic, but that’s what comes to mind to me, from the term.  I’m not a “alpha male”, to put another expression to it. 

  I was always a Daddy Dom type, I wanted to take care of girls and make their lives better and such, but I didn’t realize I could be a Daddy until a bit over a year ago, when it clicked with my girl.

  The difference between these does matter, I find my girl and I switch between roles often, and our play has different moods to it depending what roles we’re in - it keeps things interesting, and helps me know where to go to make things good for us both, if that makes any sense.

  This post is already pretty huge and the rest will definitely take a while to write, so I’ll end it here and leave questions 3 and 4 to be another post.  I hope you enjoy what I’ve written so far.

  Meandaddy

sirs-littleone:

I just know Sir is gonna make pervy comments to me when he sees this. And I’ll blush and soak my panties when he does.

Of course I will.  Because we both know you can’t wait for me to knock you up.  Probably in a rape scene *grins*.  Mmmmm.

I’ve been trying to decide on a name for my puppy. In the early hours of the morning, as we lay in bed, it came to me.

Her inner tomboy is screaming, “But…but…!”

;)

(via sirs-littleone)

Going by her expression, this really hurts.  It might take more than that to make you look like that, little one.  We’ll see *grins*

(via sirs-littleone)

I love the little details in this picture, like the lines her fingers have made in the dirt, or the fact that he’s shirtless but does have jeans on.  There could be a whole story to this.  Is he a landscaper or lawn mower man or something, and she’s the woman who owns the house/wife/daughter?  Did she bring this on herself by being nasty to him, or is she completely innocent but he just had to have her?  This has a basic, male instinct feel to me.

“I have captured this woman.  She is mine now.  And I will use her as I please.”

• Question: Glad to see you here! I've been a fan of your puppy girl for quite a while and it's always nice to get a male/Dom's thoughts on here. Most of the writing about scenes and such comes from women/subs - which is WONDERFUL - but I do love to hear a Daddy's perspective as well. :)
  You two are hot hot hot. - myass-yourhand
• Answer:

  *smiles*  Well thank you.  I doubt I’ll post or write as much as she does, but I do intend to try to keep up decently.

(via sirs-littleone)

I can pretty much hear this man’s next words:

“Are you crying already?  You’re hurt?  You’re scared?  I’ll give you something to cry about, bitch.”

This was written as an email to my girl, sirslittleone, and you can read her original posts about the scene over at her Tumblr (click for part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4).

Tuesday night was fun. With a bunch of surprises.
 
I won’t tell the story of the entire night, because you’ve already done a very good and hot job of that. I will give my thoughts on some parts.
 
The first thing I think about is you licking my feet. It’s funny, I wasn’t really thinking about how difficult that would be at the moment I told you to do it - it just felt like it was the most natural and fitting thing at that moment, with you being my puppy and me being in that mindset. And I barely noticed the delay in obeying - I noticed it, but it felt like you were ready and got past it pretty quickly, unlike later when I told you to suck my toes and you weren’t ready for that, and I backed off. You certainly didn’t take long enough in licking for me to even consider the possibility that you might not be able to do it… I do love pushing you into doing new and freshly humiliating things.
 
I was amused that I had to get the leash to bring you into the bathroom. I hadn’t even thought about the possibility (we haven’t used the leash in a while, possibly not since the last time we went to a party), but it made perfect sense once it came to mind. Maybe my bitch knew what was coming, since she’s so obedient in most things. I was so enjoying you drinking from the bowl and getting your cunt touched while holding in the enema - it seemed like such a strange and horribly mean combination of things to do, and I could feel how wet you were and I loved that you must be hating it in part, but mostly loving it *grins*
 
I was patient with tricks, at first. It took a few before I called you stupid. It was really hard to get past my own block on that - I like to do things that I know you hate but want, but that was a tough one for me. And you got such a hurt look when I did it, I had to remind myself that you’d outright asked for it. I knew if it were really a problem, you’d be clear about that too. I pushed myself in that moment, perhaps more than any other of the night.
 
I do love kicking you around, it’s one of those things that’s kind of primal and comes naturally, as twisted as that may sound. And you know my love for anal, I really was so tempted to take your ass right there. I was very hard, I could feel I was dripping (as I had already a few other times before that, that night, as you knew - I’d had to catch a bunch of it). I felt sure there was enough for me to get in there, though it probably wouldn’t have been good for you. But I wasn’t about to rush the scene. I knew I’d get there, eventually.
 
When I did fuck you, I knew it was going to work well. You’d sucked my cock and balls a few times already and I was so fucking hard, and I knew how wet you were from when I had fingered you before, and everything else we’d done. I knew we were both very, very ready. And it didn’t disappoint. You felt so fucking good, as I told you, I had to change angle and rhythm a few times cause I felt like I was close to cumming, and I didn’t want to stop fucking your cunt yet, but I didn’t want to cum before I got my cock up your ass.
 
I so loved it when I did get into your ass, especially the second time, with lube. It was so good. It always is, yet sometimes it surprises me how good it is, or maybe it was better this time than most times. Either way, it was awesome. And when you barked… I was completely surprised. I really really really didn’t expect that. And it was amazing and so hot that you did that for me. Made me cum in you so hard. I was so fucking exhausted after that. Mmmmmm.
 
And then you cleaned me with your mouth. Again, even more, really did not expect that at all. So proud of that, and so happy with you. Damn, such an amazing scene.
 
So glad we were able to make you cum after it, you sooooo earned it. And yes, it was very very worth going to work on two hours sleep *laughs*.
 
So glad the play is getting going well again with us. So love you. Forever.

Sir