If you were to ask him, he would say that he is not a Dom. That he is something else entirely. He is very dominant, he is very firm in what he stands for, he demands respect without demanding, he has expectations, and oh oh oh...Daddys firm hand! But he is so much more than what he even realizes. He is the air that when my anxiety and panic takes over, fills my lungs with life saving air. His arms are the security that I never thought I would feel again. He is the light that is all guiding in my dark world when everything feels lost and hopeless. He is the laughter that comes so easily from my heart. He is not my dom, I guess by your standards he is. But by my standards, he is everything. He is the Sun. He may be my Dom, but he is also my Daddy, my man, my love, he is in fact…mine.
5 years ago. August 18, 2019 at 2:09 AM