The niece did not move in.  I'm torn as to whether that is good or bad.

So life has remained as vanilla and boring as it gets.  Good thing that work keeps me busy.

Life can be so very messy...

Just learned that my 18 year old niece is coming to live with us...

Life just gets stranger and stranger...

Some thoughts on the topic of Control and how it relates to Chaos. These two topics, that at first glance seem to be so very far apart, are nearly one in the same. I know this to be true; I have worked for a very long time in the field of control. In My case, it has been the control of automated machines and processes. I can say this because, for all intents and purposes, control is an illusion. Machines, processes, and systems will never operate the same way every time. They may operate almost the same way…within an acceptable degree of precision.

This begs the question, “How can there be no control?” The answer, My friend, is blowing in the wind. Well, perhaps not in the wind; but, certainly between clearly defined boundaries which mark the acceptable range of actions.

Think of it as being a series of roads that may be taken from a single place to reach a destination. The driver is free to select whichever road to take to the final destination. One road may go over the hills or mountains, one through a valley, and one along the curves of a shoreline. In all cases, the different roads get you to the same place. The control aspect is how you drive, the decisions that you make. Knowing that all decisions must be made within the set boundaries of the road you are on.

The boundaries, or limits, take on many forms, some that are cautionary or soft, while some are hard and mark a hazard. The painted lines that show the lanes of the road are the soft limits that are set. These limits can be flirted with, much like driving along the solid line of the shoulder. The driver could try to move past them…as long as the conditions are right. Hard limits are different. These are the guard rails that prevent you from crashing over the cliff. Driving is nothing more than guiding your vehicle in a chaotic manner between sets of soft and hard limits. So hold on to the steering wheel, and enjoy the ride.

These thoughts also apply to O/our world, in which soft limits are set…and on occasion pushed, and hard limits are established, never to be violated. What takes place along the way can be unpredictable, but always safe within the hard limits. In this sense, control is not about forcing someone who is unwilling to accept your will, but rather guiding the willing to your desires. Once you know the limits, the path is clear.   

Patriots on TV, Irish Mist in my hand...all I'm missing is a babygirl on my lap...

Being a fan in New England is not for the feint of heart....

There is nothing as erotic...as sensual...as a girl on her knees...willing and ready to please...

Fingers laced through her hair....guiding her...

An Introduction, of sorts

I have learned over the past 20 years or so that at my core I am a very nurturing, compassionate, protective, and tender person. I have also discovered that I am rather dominant as well, or at least have discovered the proper term for my trait. It's taken me a rather long time to discover this dark side of myself, and longer still to discover that there is a community to be a part of. What I've discovered, to use a label from the lifestyle, is that I am a Daddy Dom. And yes, I do have my more carnal desires as well.

The best way to understand my thoughts on the topic of the Daddy/babygirl relationship is to consider what I do and do not believe to be proper aspects of being a Daddy Dom.

What does it mean to me to be a Daddy Dom?

Does it mean that I desire to have an incestuous relationship?

No, it does not.

Does it mean that I desire a to engage in a relationship with someone who has not reached the age of consent?

No, it does not.

Does it mean that I desire to be her father?

No, it does not.

Does it mean that I desire an age-play relationship?

Again, no, it does not.

So what is it that makes me a Daddy Dom?

For me, it is firmly rooted in my nurturing and protective nature. I believe that a Daddy should nurture and mentor His babygirl, striving to make her the most complete person that she can be. While under His care, He will protect her with all His Spirit—her health, her safety are as crucial to Him as His own.

His tender words and actions toward her will help build her respect and trust for Him. His compassion will create a safe haven for her, and help her open up to Him. With deeper levels of respect come deeper levels of trust. The Daddy Dom draws her into deeper levels of being His babygirl, creating within her an intense desire to please her Daddy.

He loves her dearly, and is there to care for her when she is hurt. Nothing pleases Him more than seeing her reach her goals. And when the monsters sneak out from under her bed, He is there to chase them away. To the Daddy Dom, she is his pleasure in life, his treasure…his babygirl.