When I Was A Daddy Dom

I actually met Bea online about 6 months before my life pretty much fell apart, we did not meet in person until about a month before I moved out.

I had already confessed to my then wife who I was and what my needs were. I also knew there was no turning back I had already reveled way to much information.
Then came the divorce, I had stayed at the house because of guilt, but the day the divorce was final, out the door I walked.
I let behind my 1976 Fiat Spider,my 1955 chevy that I had before we married, but the judge felt she needed it, and the 160.000 dollars we had in the bank account.
I left with a duffel bag and my Yamaha 750 Seca. It had about 77.000 miles on it, and I had about 1600 dollars on me.
Bea and I had met at an apartment I was going to rent. It was beach side in Daytona Beach. A nice 4 unit building, 2 upstairs and 2 down stairs. I opted for the top floor.
Two weeks later bea moved in as my submissive. It was some 6 months later I collared her. We had drove up to St Augustine for sunrise and I collared her by the old Spanish fort.

At that time I was going through some serious changes in life, I still had a huge guilty feeling concerning the Divorce. I had a young son as well, but instead of the 85.00 a week I was suppose to pay in child support, I paid 600 a month sometimes up to a 1000.00 dollars.

During this time I decided to drive a cab locally, who would of thought you could make a 1000.00 dollars a week driving a cab. I also drove a limo as well kinda like an on call thing.
Bea was working part time at a day care but wanted to be a teacher. So I set that as a goal. During our relationship I set many goals for her, because I wanted her to succeed in life, I also knew being her first daddy it would not last.
It is not to often the Baby Girl stays with their first Daddy and I knew that. I was 37 and Bea Had not been 18 very long, yea I was robbing the cradle. Her mom and dad came unglued. It was not very pretty at all, but they more less wanted her out of their hair anyway.

Bea was a cutter, she was a bad cutter, she could no longer wear short sleeves or shorts that were very short. There were times she would just cry for no reason.

I walked in the bedroom to let Bea know dinner was ready and when I walked in she was cutting herself. I just looked and said when your done , dinner is ready. That is all I said and nothing more.

Our relationship continued to grow, now Bea was about 5’2 a little chunky, she had the palest skin I had ever seen, Dark black eyes, and black hair that went to her ass, she was really beautiful.

As we continued to grow our communication also grew, and the more we communicated, the more she was able to release.

Now I was going through a lot of changes, prior to getting Married I was a full blow sadist, Sherri was my first slave. I had grown cold, no feelings and I cared about no one even Sherri. Cherri was just a target, nothing more. The whole time we were together for what ever reason I never fucked her, not one time. There was either something about her, or I did not want to become that emotionally close.
She loved being fisted, once my hand was in I would just pound that bitch, fucking her with my arm as hard as I could. I would have her tied down spread eagle on the bed, spanking her pussy with my hand, I would use a belt, and just spank and spank until it was so swollen, it almost looked deformed.

At first I got off on the humiliation, I got off on inflicting pain, I got off on seeing the pain in her eyes, but it soon became a burden, because each session I had to out do the last.

Before getting married I was jumping from one slut to another, but now I was fucking.
Yahoo profiles that was the shit. I could log on and have a date in an hour. I was upfront as well, you are just fuck meat and nothing more. Today or the next couple of days you are my whore.

So I was going through an adjustment, I met an older Dominant his name was Animel, yup that is his real name. He looked like a pissed off Santa Clause, I stayed by his side day in and day out. My mind could not take in enough information. To this day I consider him a mentor, we are not as close as we once were, but he is still here..

Six months into our relationship Bea has just gotten out of the bath, and walked into the living room , and kneel and said Master I want you to have this I do not need it any longer, and she handed me her razor. I took it from her and I said good girl, and I held her for what seemed like hours.

I had to teach her how to cook, she could not boil water, but that was really no task because I love to cook.
At night most of the time I would bath her, and wash her hair, once out we went to the bedroom and I would put lotion on her.

She followed rules and protocols without question. I do believe I was somewhat stricter then than I am now. Once she was home she had a collar and leash she would put on, the chain ran through the whole apartment.

This was about the time I was starting up my internet cigar Business, which was really doing very well. It was almost to the point I was not going to have to work any longer.

I remember one day we walked into a golf store I was seeing about putting cigars in his store, and Bea had stopped at the door and just stood there with her hands in front of her. The clerk asked me what she was doing and I said just what she is suppose to, we are talking, she has nothing to do with this. When I walked out, Bea was two steps behind me.

Bea wanted to lose weight, not that she really needed to, so everyday we would walk 3 miles, down A1A and back, in the evening just as the sun was setting.
It was almost our 5th year together and Bea enrolled in UCF She wanted to become a teacher, she had really come a long way, and I supported her in everything she wanted to do.
After all that is what Daddy’s do, we want our girls to grow, we encourage growth.

It was really amazon because going on 5.5 years and we had not yet had an argument.This was due to us being so open, and the communication we had, but I also had a tight leash on her as well.
I allowed her to have friends in and out of the lifestyle, and once a month she was allowed to have a girls night out..

I came home one evening and Her demeanor was different she was more girly , although she was wearing her collar and chain.
As I started dinner because I did 90% of the cooking she started talking about how her feelings had changed, how she had been talking to other girls about their daddy’s.
I was not sure where all of this was going, but after dinner I helped her with her homework, and once we were ready for bed. She went to the bathroom and came back in and she kneeled and ask for permission to enter the bed, she handed me a bottle , a baby bottle, and she asked me if I would feed her, I was stumped at first but I said sure.
This was the transition from Dominant and submissive to Daddy and baby girl.
If it had been anyone else I do not believe I would of went through such a transition.

To date she had only been punished twice, she walked a straight line, and was very proper inside and out. Friends who would come over always made a comment about how good of a host she was.

Something happened though, and I started to let my feelings get in the way. I no longer wanted to tell her what to do, or what to wear, or what to take out for dinner. I stopped enforcing rules, I let protocols slide.

Once I realized what had happened , I tried to regain control but it was way to late, we even had long conversations about what was going on, because we could feel both of us falling apart.
Once you lose control, there is no way to get it back. Because a different side of you has been seen, that is something a submissive or slave, and baby girl will not forget.

Then I got sick , I got bad sick , one morning I got up and I was in the bathroom choking and I coughed uo this black stuff which was dead blood. so I grabbed my blackberry and I dialed 911. That was the last thing I remember. Seven days later I woke and I was in ICU I had 6 bleeding ulcers, and by this time 3 blood transfusions.

Bea would come and visit me everyday , except for the last week I was in. I spent 31 days in the hospital. On the day I was released I called and all I got was voice mail.
I actually called an escort service because I had to have someone sign me out. I did not have my cell phone so I had no one to call. This hooker looking bitch came up and asked for me, and off I went.
A cab waiting down stairs, I paid the girl a 100 bucks and I fell in the front seat.
Once home the cab driver whom I knew had to help me up the stairs, because I was to weak to walk.
He unlocked the door and when it opened everything was gone. no couch, no TV, no dishes, no bed nothing.

I was not mad or upset, because I knew why she left the way she did, but she took the fucking bed.

It was some 6 months before I was back to normal. My landlord and his wife would bring food over daily.
They furnished the apartment for me. It was some three weeks before I was able to go back to work, and then I was only able to work 4 or 5 hrs a day.

My website had been shut down, well my merchant shut it down , during the month of December I had over 10.000 dollars in charge backs. Shrugs

Today life is good I am in a good place. We all learn from our mistakes. The only bad mistake is the mistake you repeat.

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slaveleash1

Vile

31 Responses to “When I Was A Daddy Dom”

  1. OK, Mom-mode kicking in here….WTF
    I cannot decide if I am angry for you, at you or both.
    I know that you have learned to take care of yourself, 1st, then take care of yours. Right?
    TAKE CARE OF YOUR HEALTH
    OK, sorry, now back to our regular scheduled program.

  2. Damn, someone who can rob a person while they’re in hospital has no morals. That’s awful.

  3. Thank you for sharing Vile. As always there is something to be learned from you.

    You are Ana with a huge heart and a soft spot for submissives. It shows is everything you write.

    I know it can be hard to share but I appreciate everything you write.

  4. Cinnamon Says:

    I don’t want to like, because this sucks… but yes, we all learn from our mistakes. Or at least we should.

    And I’m so glad that you and Ariana have each other. Hope you do forever.

  5. Wow, what a story… I guess you are a changed man now.

  6. It was your illness that I found difficult to read, vile. I’m glad, you came out of it, for a moment it was touch and go. But it was a beautiful love story, you and bea. Glad that u pulled through, a whole bunch of other people in the same situation, they would not hv made it.
    creative to get the hooker to pull u out too…m

  7. Wow. I just can’t even imagine. You definitely need to write a book.

  8. flufffybunny Says:

    I was absolutely floored, Vile, reading that she had left you with nothing while you were in the hospital like that. Regardless of her past etc, you were her home. It’s not like you just up and left her with no reason (and I know what that feel like all too well). I think because I know what it’s like having a Daddy just disappear and return, then disappear again, is why I couldn’t possibly sympathize with her. IMO you deserved better than that. ♥

  9. Good that most people learn from their mistakes and I am very happy everything finally worked out for you, Ariana and all. Sometimes we need to go rock bottom before our ass is kicked and we finally get off on the right track. Some get it right away, some have to wait a long time. That is the nature of things.

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