Daddy Says Eat: Dinner with a D/lg couple
We had dinner a couple of weeks ago with another Daddy/little girl couple. Which was cool, because I’d never met another before. In fact, I’ve spoken/written with other Daddies and little girls only briefly. We were at a restaurant and it was really cute to watch them together. They are still finding their way around a D/s relationship, so I think it was nice for them to see how another Daddy/little girl couple behaves in public. (Answer: discreetly, but not vanilla. Let me know if you need more detail. : ))
The Daddy got kind of crabby with his girl, and she responded in a very submissive and concerned way that I recognized right away. Most of the vanilla women I know, including my previous self and this girl’s previous self, would snap back if her husband snapped at her in public. I have often seen one unpleasant exchange like this turn into an evening of irritation and hurt feelings on both sides. It’s amazing how much more quickly bad moods and feelings dissipate if you don’t feel a need to defend yourself.
After he’d snapped at her, and she’d been conciliatory, I could see him processing it. I know that they both have some concerns about this kind of relationship – he is especially worried about hurting her if he needs to discipline her, and she is worried about letting go of control. She also has one of the sharpest tongues of anyone I know, so I was impressed with her response, and I got the sense that it made him very happy. Richard recently mentioned how proud and happy I made him a couple of times early in our relationship and how that made him feel more confident as my Dom/Daddy. (For those of you who have been reading our blog for a while, one of those times was when I was told to put Megan’s giant buttplug in my mouth ewwwwwwwww.)
I think their kind of Daddy/little girl is pretty much just like our kind of Daddy/little girl. A lot of Daddy/little girls are into age play, which we are not. I’ve practiced my Richard “if it’s consensual it’s okay” attitude with that, because my initial response was to be…hmm, I’m not sure what it was. I guess part of it, as the mother of a young girl, was wanting to be sure that Daddy/little girl not about pedophilia or incest. My impression is that it is not; the D/lg’s that I have spoken to are very happy being part of an adult and unrelated couple. Richard would say here (I think; I guess he’ll let us know if I’m wrong) that it wouldn’t even matter if they were, as long as it was still two consenting adults doing it. But is it pedophilia and incest if it’s only pretend? *ponders*
The other thing that I had a leetle trouble with at first is being invited to pajama parties or asked what “age” I am (as in: am I 6 years old, or 10 years old, or…?), or talking about crayon colors. But again, that’s cool if that is what they are into. It’s just not what I’m into.
So what is Daddy/little girl if it’s not age play? I can only speak for us. Obviously. If you read our very early posts (from when we were at blogspot *spit curse*, but it’s also archived on this site), we were trying out Master/slave. But we both felt a little uncomfortable with the terms. It made me feel very disposable and replaceable (why do I keep hearing Richard in my ear today? “Ooo disposable – hot!”). It also felt very one-sided, and our relationship didn’t feel at all one-sided to me. I had never felt so nurtured and cherished and valued.
Why do we need names for what we are to each other? What about simply Husband and Wife? Or say that we are in a 24/7 D/s lifestyle relationship, which is probably the most accurate description of what we are?
I dunno. Richard has always called me “little girl” and “baby girl”, both of which I LOVE. After a few months together he told me I was to call him “Daddy”. At first it freaked me out, but now I can’t imagine calling him anything else. Here’s the weirdest thing of all. My little sister met and married a wonderful man at the same time that I met and married Richard, and we found out later that we both started calling our husbands “Daddy” at exactly the same time. And that’s whom we were having dinner with.