You certainly know you are living in the fast moving century when a submissive sends you a nice note wanting to get to know you etc. You exchange a nice 2-3 paragraph response. Then you get a nice longer one back with lots of detail to respond to. i think you get the picture, right? A friendship is blossoming.

Now you are probably asking what's so modern and fast moving about that? Sounds pretty ordinary to most people as it does to me. But what is significant is that after spending 1 hour writing an appropriate response I go to discover that I have been blocked. It would appear because I took 3-4 days to respond to the letter I am guessing! That's modern and fast moving.

Patience friends. We all live in a very complicated and interwoven fabric of relationships that often demand immediate or quick responses. For a lot of stuff there is no other option but to react there and then. But on other things, we should take our time. Problem is, there often is not enough time to get to each one instantly they need attention.

Part of the Big Mac world we are living in- the food is shit- but the service is quick!

I often will wait a day or two in order to respond if I am not in the correct head space and if i am not able to take the proper time to write a well thought out note. I enjoy exploring the interaction before I write my response. Exploring how one feels about the message and the person who sent it is often better done over a period of time. First impressions are not always lasting ones. 

Some response are more difficult to write- especially the early ones- due to not knowing the other person well enough for the writing to flow. It takes time to build a rapport that flows naturally. But well worth it!

The new flogger from Gypzee Whips that arrived the other week has been happily put to use to spread the joy!

Initially, the leather was a little rough and great care was required not to apply to much power to the strokes. But after several sessions the leather has become more supple and less 'scratchy'. I anticipate over a period of time for the strands to gain the feel of a favorite, well worn pair of fine crafted leather shoes.

It has come to my knowledge that a particular submissive has been telling others that I am her daddy and she has made threats to people.

She has become very quarrelsome, rude and disrespectful to good people on this site. She has told a particular submissive woman that I was going to get her. This woman is NOT under my guiding hand and never will be.

I would like to stress that I will never attack another on this site nor do I condone it. It's just not my style as my profile and journal notes show.

I am a traditional Dom and I would never tolerate such abhorrent behaviour from any of my submissives or baby girls. As my submissives are intelligent and well mannered women I am confident in knowing that I will never have a problem.

And if I found that someone I have under my hand has behaved in any disrespectful way to another on this site then I would take it as a personal insult to my good name and they would instantly find themselves very much cold and alone and far away from this Dom with no hope of return.

I just received my new wonderfully hand crafted flogger. I am quite impressed by the weight and feel of this nice piece of work. Balance is very good, too.

The flogger has 20 strands and will do a fine job to make a naughty bottom rosy red to my liking. This instrument will perfectly compliment my riding crop and bamboo cane to ensure a varied and stimulating touch for a lucky baby girl or submissive. I am looking forward to trying it out shortly.

Domination starts with the mind

I have been said to be a naturally dominant man. This has always been manifested in my drive to take control of just about anything that's worthwhile spending the effort on and actually influences me. I don't like leaving things up to chance nor do I like the saying "she'll be right". For me, I have to ensure that the best possibility will eventuate. So in my public life and in this lifestyle- I need to dominate and control.

For me, the mental connection of the Dom/ submissive relationship is paramount. I like to feel the excitement of when I go into the role of Sir or Daddy. Perhaps its similar to that zone that a submissive feels under my hand and when her complete focus is on hearing every word I say, wanting to obey Sir's every command so that the "moment" goes on forever.

When both a sub and I are in our respective but completely complimentary "zones" then the air is electrified and the excitement abounds. That is the rush this Dom gets when I really connect with a submissive. Knowing exactly what buttons to push and knowing exactly what the result will be is my total control buzz. It's a rush that I have come to crave. But unabashed passion has its dangers and I know that it is absolute to maintain total control over any situation.

There is a driving feeling that pushes me to let loose and that is so exhilarating. But controlling the rush and the desire for it- that is discipline. And discipline is one of the essential character traits a proper Dom must not compromise.

The good thing about getting a random hateful message is the reassurance it gives you of the knowledge that you are so far superior in all things that matter than the troll or trollop who sent it!

Also, the funniest thing is that they just don't have any idea of how much I enjoy reading and laughing at their ignorance because they send and block. They break me up when they crawl out from under their rock and attempt to type..... funny as.

Simple matters such as respect and courtesy help lubricate our interactions and make us human. They are the features of civility. Therefore to lose them one is no longer civil. To be uncivil is to lose ones humaness. To be uncivil is to become savage. It is sad to see so many savages amongst us when only simply a little respect and courtesy is required.

It always amazes me how gutless some people can be here. It always seems to be those people whom you have never corresponded with before who will write a ridiculously mispelt message and then they block you!

I usually just want to write back and say how much I enjoyed their message and how much of a laugh I had!

Be nice kids! You will never get an outright rude message from me- even if you do payout!

If you don't like what's on my profile- move on to one that you do like. But if you are going to pay out on me- at least give it your best shot! The efforts lately have been very disappointing! This daddy is so solidly grounded there is no way a stranger would ever be able to really get under my skin.

Here is a short sample of the literary gems my inbox has gathered.

"yuo fuckan wankar fuckan Sir fuckwit fuckar"

That lovely bit of colourful prose from a female of some tribe continues to break me up!!! Sounds like someone isn't getting much loving in life. That's a pity. But enough of excuses.

Drop me a line. Talk naughty... its cool. You are safe with daddy.... he's a nice daddy to have as your friend.

Here are some extracts from daddy's new year story part 1.... I hope you enjoy it.

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The little girl had never experienced it before and she was afraid to let go of her daddy's hand in case she got separated. She feared that if she got lost then she would never know how to get back to the hotel and she feared she would never see her daddy again. She gripped his hand tighter and looked up at daddy who smiled and told her to keep close. Daddy's smile always reassured her that it would be alright. The little girl loved daddy's smile and his big warm hands because it meant security for his little girl. The baby girl knew that with her daddy there then everything would be okay. And being in a big and strange city- this little girl was feeling like she was out of place but she also felt a pang of excitement of being in a foreign city far from home. And she was wondering how the night would end.

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Daddy spoke into the phone in a language she did not understand. He spoke so quickly and it sounded like he spoke in one long continuous unintelligible sound. During her trip the baby girl often wondered how anyone could ever make any sense whatsoever out of such sounds! And she marvelled at her daddy as he obviously could. He was making them right now! But she did recognise the odd English word and even a phrase about daddy wanting to be shown some things- something called shibari. It was a strange word but she noted that when daddy said shibari he looked down at his beautiful little girl and smiled at her. Oh, I hope it is a nice thing, she thought to herself. She loved it when daddy surprised her. This little girl enjoyed trying new things and for some particular reason, probably it was daddy's smile when he spoke that strange word, daddy's little girl anticipated she was going to have a very nice time tonight. And despite the chilly night air, she felt very warm inside. A familiar warmth she associated with daddy time.

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Daddy's little girl could not keep her eyes of Alisa's beautiful kimono.

“Look daddy. Alisa's kimono is so pretty”. She felt almost ugly in her foreign clothes even though her daddy had told her she looked the cutest girl in the world, which she was. But the kimono was an entirely different level of cuteness altogether.

Daddy's friend said, “I thought you might like to dress up too little girl. I can see you are Alisa's same height. We have already prepared a kimono for you to wear. That is if you want to?”

“Oh, can I? That would be so awesome daddy.”

She looked up at daddy and saw him smile. She could see without mistake that daddy probably thought it was a great idea, too. And he did. Daddy had lived in Japan for a long time and he had always wanted a little girl who would dress up for him in a kimono like a pretty little doll.

“If that's no trouble, Shoichi”.

“Oh it's no trouble at all. Please take your new little friend to your room, Alisa, and help her try on the kimono that I laid out on your bed”.

“Yes, papa.” Alisa said and took daddy's little girl and smiled. They almost skipped out of the room together they were so happy and excited about what they were going to do. As they left the room daddy's little girl looked back and saw daddy's friend pouring daddy a drink. She knew that they would be talking about their little girls as soon as they left.

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Alisa's room was just what a little girl's room should be. The bed had a pink and red bedspread with a cute Hello Kitty on it and round fluffy matching cushions. The curtains were a lighter shade of pink and had a pretty print on it that was very girlie in taste. Daddy's little girl immediately felt at home and even wished it was her room. There were lots of cuddly bears and dolls and animals that daddy's girl knew Alisa's papa had probably won for her in arcade game centres or bought at one of the theme parks in Osaka. Hanging on the wall next to a poster were light pink and purple fairy wings that glittered and sparkled with fairy dust. Daddy's little girl wanted to put them on and glide around the room where her daddy was sprinkling her lovely fairy dust that made a daddy immune to resist their little girl's charms. The little girl in her was bubbling to escape. Then she saw the kimono.

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Daddy's little girl did not answer. She blushed. Alisa kissed her on the cheek.

“Daddy will make love to you like he has never done before.”

Daddy's girl felt that surge of familiar warmth rise from below her tummy at the mention of daddy's love.

“He will touch you in an entirely different way. Like this....” Alisa ran her little girl touch down daddy's throat, across her small tits with their erect nipples pushing against the garment of her undershirt and then resting on top of her panties.

Daddy's little girl could not say a word. She had never been touch by another girl before and thought she would not like it if she had been, but this was totally unexpected. She felt as if she was going to melt before Alisa. She gulped for a breath.

Alisa saw that daddy's little girl was very receptive to her touch and as she moved her hand inside her panties, she brought her soft little lips to daddy's little girl's lips and they kissed. Daddy's girl finally found her strength to move and she placed her hands to steady herself holding Alisa's arms. She made no move to push away her hand or to break from the kiss. Why would she want to? She felt so nice. Then she remembered her daddy.

“But daddy...” she said.

“Don't worry about daddy. I am just preparing you for your daddy's touch which will come soon. Just think of me as your sister.”

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Daddy's little girl's body had forgotten about the freezing cold weather outside and she was now entirely warm from head to toe. But especially in her tummy and her breasts and absolutely glowing hot in her pussy. She loved Alisa's tender touch which was different to daddy's but enjoyable just the same. She thought that she could never enjoy a love that was different to her daddy's but this was incredible as well. She was enjoying the touches of another pretty little girl who knew that her body and mind was the property of her daddy's. It was not a matter of taking what did not belong to her but rather preparing her for her daddy to take and enjoy.

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The adventures of daddy and his little girl are continued...

Another story that daddy wrote for his little girl's bedtime.... Daddy hopes you enjoy it.

After bathtime

Daddy likes to brush his little girl's hair. daddy feels very comfortable to have his little princess rest her head on daddy's lap as she kneels in front of her daddy. That way daddy can run his fingers through his little girl's hair while daddy watches his favourite TV program.

Daddy likes it when it's just daddy and his little girl all alone together. His little baby feels very safe with daddy while her daddy feels that he never ever wants any other company except with his little princess. She makes him feel so complete. Daddy runs his large hand down onto his little gir'ls back. Daddy rubs her back as if she was a pet cat and he can feel his little girl sigh as if she was purring. His baby girl's budding breasts are warm and soft against daddy's thigh and daddy's girl's head fills daddy's lap creating a warmth in daddy's lower body.

Daddy says to his little baby girl to look up at daddy so that he can kiss his little precious pet. Daddy bends over and presses his lips on hers and he feels his tongue seeking hers with a light and tender kiss. It finishes in a short moment though it seems much longer and he kisses his little girl on her forehead. He smiles the smile that says it all. Princess takes her place again resting her head on daddy's lap but this time she can feel a swelling in daddy's lap that was not as pronounced as it is now.

Daddy's baby girl is not quite sure what is happening. She had laid her head on daddy's lap many times before and she had not felt the same hardness of daddy's manliness like she was feeling against her cheek tonight. She doesn't move her face but instead she delights in wondering how it seems to twitch and grow as if it is alive and with a mind of its own. But not only has she noticed a change in daddy's body tonight, she has noticed that within herself there is a feeling very different as well.

Daddy's little girl knows the feeling is that special one that appears when she is with daddy. She has had that feeling ever since she can remember. It's the special feeling that springs from somewhere deep inside her belly and spreads outwards to the extremities of her arms and legs filling her with a warm tingling feeling that feels so much more tender and good and it intensifies when she hugs her daddy and holds herself close to his body.....

Here is an extract of a christmas story daddy wrote for his little girl....

daddy hopes you enjoy it!

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“Did Santa come for daddy too?'

“Oh, when you are here princess then Santa comes every day for daddy!”

“But Santa only comes at Christmas, daddy!”

“Well if it isn't Santa then it must be little angels, because daddy is blessed each and every day that he can see your beautiful smile and hear your lovely little voice and feel all your love-filled hugs. For daddy, every day is like Christmas when you are near.”

Daddy felt his little girl snuggle even more and he squeezed her shoulders. He felt his little girl drawing something on his chest with her finger. Daddy wondered what it was and sighed when the scribbling tickled his nipple. That felt so nice for daddy.... can Christmas bring more joy than he already has?

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His little girl knew that she was daddy's girl. She did not learn that from a book nor did she need to be told. She felt it with every tender caress of daddy's hand or the warm breath of daddy breathing against her skin. She knew deep inside her that daddy owned her completely. There was nothing that she wanted to withhold from her daddy. To his little girl, holding anything back would be the most unnatural thing she could do. It would go completely against all her instincts and she knew that her instinct would never betray her. She trusted that voice that told her to love her daddy and serve him in any way that he desires. And at that moment, she knew that daddy desired his little girl in their own very special way and she wanted her daddy to enjoy what she had to offer him. She wanted to be consumed by her daddy- she wanted to be used and used completely so that she would feel that she had nothing more to give him. She wanted to feel like daddy had drained all the love and her womanly self completely to satisfy daddy's great thirst for her love. She knew that if she loved her daddy completely in this way- then she would be forever his little girl.

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Merry Christmas everyone!

Daddy is having a very chilly Christmas in Japan. Luckily it is not as cold as some places are here but much colder than it would be in Brisbane.

There hasn't been any snow yet but as we march towards the new year daddy is sure the heavens shall oblige with some snow flurries! Nothing is better than daddy snuggling up with his little girl all warm inside with snow flakes flickering past the window. Hmmm.... winter has its many pleasures.

Have a safe holiday!

Daddy