One of the fundamental differences between my kink and Sir’s kink used to be that Sir wasn’t into a Daddy/little dynamic and I was starting to realize that having that dynamic was central to my kink identity, if you will.
At first, we handled our differences with ethical non-monogamy. I wasn’t into extreme degradation? Fine, this partner of his was. He doesn’t want to be called Daddy? Totally okay, I had a fun Femme Daddy friend (Heart).
This totally served us well. The Femme Daddy in question and I have a pretty casual dynamic because of distance, but I liked that. It might me sad I couldn’t see her very often, but I was enjoying myself. Sir was seeing girls who would do more extreme stuff and sometimes I felt intimidated, but by mid-September I knew a girl who liked extreme beatings wasn’t going to ruin my relationship with Sir.
However, something was happening. After the last visit, Sir started letting me call him Daddy in certain contexts, and I started accidentally calling him it even when we hadn’t decided it. At first, I apologized and went back to Sir. But, eventually, it was clear he was starting to really like it.
“I don’t mind,” he said one day, “if you call me Daddy sometimes, if I’m still Sir sometimes, too.”
“You don’t mind like you’re okay with it or you don’t mind like you enjoy it?” I asked.
He got a little coy but eventually came out with it: “Yeah, I like it.”
A little while later, I opened my askbox to find he’d sent me the above image.