My boy calls me Daddy, no matter where we are. He calls me Daddy in the bank line-up, asks for me on the phone as Daddy, and yells “Daddy, are we there yet?” over his shoulder as I sit on the back of his motorcycle, and we laugh into the wind. He’s been my boy for about 7 years now, and I’m just as proud of him as I could be.
Wait. When I say *boy* or *girl* I mean *role played by an adult human of either gender*, when I say Daddy, I don’t mean someone’s biological or adoptive father–and they don’t have to be male. Same with Mommy. *Age Play* means *grown-ups playing roles with other grown-ups*. At no time am I talking about legal children. Okay? Okay. ‘Nuff tender sensibilities.
When I first heard about age play almost a decade ago, it was in some fictional erotica about two leatherdykes, a daddy and a boy. My then-lover and I looked at each other. “Geez, what’s up with that?” “Wierd… I think?” Then we blithely returned to doing genderfuck within the top/bottom framework that worked best in our relationship.
I did some research, though. Seems like gay BDSM players had been daddies and boys (some say it ‘father/son’) for ages, with some reasoning that master/slave roles don’t have a lot of flexibility built in, and that mentor/student just wasn’t juicy enough, but that the daddy/boy roles offered reams of room for whatever the players wanted to bring to it. Tenderness? Obedience? Strict training? Playfullness? Cuddling? Hot sex? No sex? Spanking? The idea sparked, and became so popular even the het folks are doing it.
Hmm. I thought about what being a daddy would feel like. I guess we were both thinking about it, because one day she said “Daddy” where she’d ordinarily say “Sir”, and my world turned inside out, and I knew what I’d been training all my life to be.
Calling someone Boy is permission for that person to relax and let his/her sweet (or bratty) and playful side out. Calling someone Girl is my excuse to bring her candy treats just to watch her eyes light up. Go ahead. Giggles are encouraged.
Daddy is a label that fits without tugging. To me it means caring and spoiling and always having a shoulder available to cry on. Daddy fixes little broken things. Daddy spanks harder than anyone else–and I hear that?s a plus. Daddy is always ready to back you up in a tough situation.
Daddy is the other name for my heart.
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