Who's Your Daddy?

So, I always thought that calling someone "daddy" would be kind of creepy...

...I don't think that anymore.

It's actually pretty fucking hot, and also comforting in a strange way. Master knew just how to help me sleep last night...He helped me imagine that I was lying in His arms...in "Daddy's arms," as He put it. Instantly, I became aroused...it was just so hot to hear Him say that. He knew I was very aroused, too. And He knew I wouldn't be able to sleep like that, so He allowed me release. He is a very kind Master. He knows when I need release, and He allows me to have it. I have to ask permission, of course, but He delivers...and that's definitely a change from what I'm used to.

Then, He talked to me until I fell asleep. He never left. He didn't get too tired to talk to me, and He didn't leave while I needed Him. No one has ever done that for me. Ever.

He is a very caring Master, indeed. I think I'm growing more and more glad that I've accepted his training. I'm not sure where it will lead. (Probably nowhere, to be honest...I must admit I'm rather flaky). Even if it DOESN'T lead anywhere, this time won't be spent in vain...

I believe He was sent to me to help me fight the loneliness I was feeling. Master won't let me feel lonely this summer. Bless Him for that.