Good Evening Friends,
I come into this space with you open, naked, raw, and so vulnerable. I’m sitting here crying as I type this post to you, but this blog has always been a space of total transparency for me. A place where I am 100% authentically me. And that means showing you the good, the bad, the ugly… and even the painful moments in my life. Tonight, Daddy and I went out on our first date. It was so wonderful. As the heat and humidity hung in the California air, we walked hand in hand around a large outdoor mall. We stepped into the Hello Kitty Cafe, so I could immerse him on everything Sanrio. We took shelter in the air-conditioned Barnes & Noble, browsing books and talking up a storm. Daddy bought me a journal, despite my protests. He placed it in my hands and pointed out the message: she believed she could, so she did. “It’s time for your next book, Punkin” he said so lovingly. I snuggled close feeling my heart burst with love and such deep emotion.
I’ve never been the girl who was dated. I’ve never had a man open doors for me, or buy me dinner, the way daddy did for me tonight. Tonight, he made me feel beautiful, cherished, and loved. He was the perfect gentleman. It was the quintessential date, and I couldn’t have asked for more. As we walked hand in hand, there was an underlying sorrow that flowed between us. I glanced up at him with a mixture of love and sadness in my eyes. “I’m gonna miss you” I whispered, feeling the lump rise in my throat. “I will too, babygirl” he purred, giving my hand a squeeze. He could see that I was about to break down right there. Drawing on his strength he reminded me that we still have one more day. 24 more hours to soak up time together. Just… a little bit longer.
And so we came back to the hotel, determined to do one final impact play. I couldn’t last as long with the crop, but our emotions were running at an all time high. With tears in my eyes, I stood up from the bed without a single word spoken. He jumped up and we came around to stand face to face. Bowing my head I finally knelt before him. I assumed the traditional “Nadu” position. It felt right. He stepped up before me and stroked my hair. Looking down at me firmly, with eyes bursting with love he said, “You are mine. Do you understand me?”. “Yes Daddy” I whispered, fighting the urge to cry. I needed him to know the depth of my submission. I needed him to see that I kneel because I choose to surrender to him completely.
Our love is long distance right now. One day I hope to move closer to him. It isn’t easy. It’s a painful “see you soon”. It’s not goodbye. Never goodbye. But it hurts nonetheless. It wouldn’t sting so deeply if our souls weren’t intertwined. It wouldn’t move me to cry so openly, if I didn’t love him as much as I do. But I do. I love my Daddy, completely. And so I will sit here with my grief. I will move through it, like a slow, sorrowful dance. I will cherish the photos we took. They are priceless to me now. Tomorrow I will get back up, and see my Daddy for one last time on this trip. There will be laughter. There will be kisses. There will be tears, and there will be love. Always love. Because at the core of our bond, and the center of our D/s relationship is pure, unconditional, selfless love. It is my honor to serve him. Thank you all for your love and support for us as we have taken time away from crunching out blog posts to be together. You, my friends, are the best.
May we all embrace every moment to the fullest. Love hard and deep. Laugh with unbridled joy. Cry when the moment moves you. And always keep an eye on tomorrow, because more good times lay ahead.
I love you, Daddy. ❤
Goodnight my friends. I’ll see you here for the next post.