Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Daddy comes for a blow job and finds peace

Daddy needed his baby girl today.
Badly.
I knew he would, even before I knew he did.
The world devours him this time of year.
At this time of year, the world feeds on him.
His life is not his own.

He's been surprising me.
I usually see him once a week.
More often than not on a Wednesday.
When work puts him near my home.

As jcn e-mailed me this morning:
It's Wednesday...
"...and in Silver Spring, MD, Wednesday is cocksucking day..."
Oh, the Prince spaghetti ads of my youth...
[Some people are far too observant for their own good.]

But this time of year, with all the demands made on his time, I don't expect much. I didn't expect much. Or rather, I expected to go for weeks without seeing him, without engaging in more relaxed visits courtesy of Yahoo Instant Messenger, with little more than a quick e-mail here and there.

But Daddy needs his baby girl.
He needs his special little girl.
And week after week he has found time for visits.

I am his Daddy's baby girl. I give him something no one else can. And with me, he can free that part of himself, with all its sweetness and all its vulnerability, that no one else gets to see.

Now don't go thinking that my Daddy is a total cuddly fluff bunny when he has me naked at his feet, ecstatically sucking his cock. Or when he has me pressed against the wall - a fully clothed Daddy molesting his naked little girl - and he grinds his cock into the crack between my baby butt cheeks. There is nothing innocent about any of that. My Daddy is the sadist is my Daddy. They are not separate beings, just different facets. And they wallow in transgression.

So I settle down on my haunches, knees far apart, naked between his feet as he rules his kingdom from the chair that may or may not be a genuine Eames chair, and I suck his cock with my sweet baby mouth until he pulls me up and kisses me for what seems like hours and is never long enough. And when he releases my mouth I see all the sweet softness in his eyes, and he sees the love and perfect surrender in my mind, and he takes my left nipple between two fingers of his right hand and squeezes until the sweet pain dips its toe into hard pain and something changes and we are together in a place of perfect intimacy. And then he places his large hand against my throat and squeezes.

And I do not struggle.
I am his in pure surrender.
I am his special little girl.
I am his special treasure.
I do not struggle.
I am his in perfect trust.
And he protects me.

I am my Daddy's special little girl. And in my mouth, in the middle of insanity, he knows he can find relief. But it's more than the relief of orgasm. There are lots of people who can give him that. Who would love to give him that. But here...

Here he can be.
Here he is loved.
Here he is accepted as everything he is.

Here he can be my Daddy.

I love you, Daddy.

And I am here whenever you need me.

9 comments:

Liras said...

Just gorgeous, what you have written here.

KellyRed said...

I want to hand copy all your posts onto fine parchment and illuminate them with brush and ink. Bind them into a book. That is what they deserve.

oatmeal girl said...

Thanks, you two. I'm blushing. Though I must admit that at times I fear I get carried away. He sends me into that floating state, so that my writing is more reflective of where I am than of objective reality.

Anonymous said...

If we all viewed only objective reality, there would be no art, there would be no poetry, and there would be no love. Happy season of light/season of dark to you and your fiend, Daddy, sadist and friend - jcn
P.S. Verification "gazoome"?

oatmeal girl said...

Very interesting point, jcn, about objective reality precluding love. And it's not that we are completely incapable of seeing them as they truly are. So what is it? Perhaps there has been an evolutionary advantage to maintaining a love-fogged vision. It protects the ability of the relationship to survive. Or perhaps some of us deliberately choose to keep and nurture our illusions. Because thee life they allow us to have is so beautiful. Or seems to be...

Comments, anyone?

name said...

Objective reality can really be a downer:) After all, we are all human and certainly have our faults, some more than others. What I like about D/s, more than just S&M is the conscientious focus on what is good, and sexy and fulfilling. If a relationship is to provide a haven from the demands of the 'real world,' then I say pour out the love, the art, the desire, and yes, even the fantasy. We all need loving solace.

Keep on keepin' on, says I!!

worm said...

errrr, the above should read 'worm said.......'

ellie theryn said...

Quite delicious OG, very fine indeed .... **smile**

xoxox

William said...

What a lovely post. He certainly has a loving little girl. Lucky Daddy indeed.