Dominant Daddy Quotes

The breakdown of mummies and daddies was an important part of lesbian relationships in the Bagatelle...For some of us, however, role-playing reflected all the depreciating attitudes toward women which we loathed in straight society. It was the rejection of these roles that had drawn us to 'the life' in the first place. Instinctively, without particular theory or political position or dialectic, we recognized oppression as oppression, no matter where it came from. But those lesbians who had carved some niche in the pretend world of dominance/subordination rejected what they called our 'confused' lifestyle, and they were in the majority.

Do you need a dominant, Natalie?

Ah, the classic female fantasy. A man must know everything to be called a real man. We must be alpha, badass, dominant, experienced. We must make millions to be able to take care of our own, kick a lot of ass to provide security, fuck a thousand women to master sex, taste all kinds of vice to be wise, curse like a barbarian to be cool.” I must be flushing like an

I knew the way these guys operated; I'd seen it over and over again. They had a need to manipulate and dominate their prey. They wanted to be able to decide whether or not their victim should live or die, or how the victim should die. They'd keep me alive as long as my body would hold out, reviving me when I passed out or was close to death, always inflicting as much pain and suffering as possible. Some of them could go on for days like that. They wanted to show me they were in total control, that I was completely at their mercy. The more I cried out, the more I begged for relief, the more I would fuel and energize their dark fantasies. If I would plead for my life or regress or call out for my mommy or daddy, that would really get them off.

Are you going to punish me, Daddy?” My heart hammers against my ribs, and watching her eyes dilate with desire, I give in to the fucking push and pull between us. I’m rock hard, and there’s only one thing that will satisfy me – to fucking dominate Abigail’s sass. Lifting my other hand to the back of her head, I grab her hair and yank her back, so her throat is exposed. I move my hand from her jaw to where her pulse is racing. “Is that what you want, Malyshka?” My eyes keep hers prisoner as I call her ‘little girl’ in Russian. “For me to give you the spanking you deserve.

I’m my own person. I don’t care if he’s a sadist, or a Dominant or whatever. If he wants a submissive, he can go to a sex club and find one. I’ve never been interested in stuff like that. I like different things as far as sex goes, but I’ve always thought people involved in BDSM take themselves a bit too seriously. I just like what I like, and apparently sometimes I don’t even know what I like. But that doesn’t mean I want some big asshole trying to be my Daddy.

Of course, without my heels, my head barely reached his shoulder. It made me feel small and vulnerable but in that sexy, who’s-your-daddy, dominate-me kind of way. That was what was so mesmerizing about Vaska. Other men were just posers acting a part when they tried to be all tough in the bedroom. Vaska was the real deal.

The type who’s dominant and alpha in the bedroom.” He moved his thumb to my wildly beating pulse point beneath my ear. “The type of man who will make sure your pleasure comes before his own.” He drew circles there now. “The type with a big dick who’ll make you submit, because it’s what you ultimately want.

The man oozed dominance and mystery and authority that made me want to drop to my knees and say things like yes sir, and please daddy.

I’m not into your brand of roleplay, but I’d call him daddy.

Daddy’s Girl, passive, adaptable, respectful of and in awe of the male, allows him to impose his hideously dull chatter on her. This is not too difficult for her, as the tension and anxiety, the lack of cool, the insecurity and self-doubt, the unsureness of her own feelings and sensations that Daddy instilled in her make her perceptions superficial and render her unable to see that the male’s babble is a babble; like the aesthete “appreciating” the blob that’s labelled “Great Art”, she believes she’s grooving on what bores the shit out of her. Not only does she permit his babble to dominate, she adapts her own “conversation” accordingly.

Compared to a Dom in the BDSM world, Marcel taught me that Daddy Doms are the gentlest type of Dom. Versus spanking, whips, and chains, in a dominance and submission relationship, Daddy Doms are more concerned with their Submissive’s goals and needs; not spanking or torturing her.

Bears. We come in all shapes and varieties. Besides your “typical” bear (a hairy, stocky to heavyset man), there are chubs (heavyset men who aren’t necessarily hairy), cubs (young bears or bears who are very young at heart), daddy bears (older guys, sometimes looking for a “daddy/son” relationship with a younger guy or cub—definitely not talking pederasty here), leather bears (bears who like to wear leather), muscle bears (can be very muscular, but they tend not to worry about abs in favor of some nice padding), polar bears (bears whose hair has gone gray/white), panda bears (bears of Asian descent), black bears (bears of African descent), pocket bears (short bears), Ewoks (very short bears), ginger bears (redheaded bears), and grizzly bears (usually much shaggier and taller and sometimes dominant). And then there are otters (hairy guys who are slim)!

Maverick is the son of Marcus Beaumont and namesake of Maverick Technologies. You can thank his daddy for the security system. He’s also captain of the Kings. The boy dominates in football and soccer.