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We speak—every week, the same questions, the same quiet. And yet, the answers keep changing. Because this ritual is about seeing. About listening, without correcting. About finding truth in the space between words.

Last night, something she said broke me open. Her care became the frame that held my authority together. That’s what trust looks like: not the absence of fear, but the courage to stay open.

She feels safe and protected.  Whereas some might view the bars of a cage as being confining, she sees them as a barrier constructed to keep out all of the negative and destructive influences of the world.  Her cage is a cocoon in which she nestles as if in a warm blanket on a cold night.

Her needs are anticipated and taken care of.  How wonderful to think of the one who possesses her as thinking ahead to all of the things she might need to make her healthy and happy…and then making sure those things are all readily available when she needs them.  

She is no longer responsible for making endless decisions. As part of the outside world she is bombarded constantly with the need to make decisions… some small and some of life altering proportions.  Within the confines of her cage, she need only worry about singing her song and with that voice letting her Master know she is content to live within his power and control because she knows He thinks only of her well-being.

Being owned means also being chosen above all others.  And that sense of belonging to one who really wants her is a powerful feeling not easily replaced.  Having his pick of all the singing birds in the land, her Master selected her to place within His home…and His heart.  She feels honored to be so chosen and sings freely to show her devotion.

Freedom is a relative term meaning different things to different people.  To this bird of song, true freedom to pursue her dreams and desires could never be found outside of her captivity…captive in a home specially prepared for her by the one who considers her His greatest possession. Her captivity by Him sets her free.

Seven stories in one compilation. Husbands, wives, trainers, wannabees, vampires, dommes, doms, and subs….  Lots of spankings… Lots of hot sex. Hope you read and enjoy!

(copied from my original blog)

I think all women have the need for a “Daddy.”  It’s not about sex. Hate to tell you guys but we can get sex anywhere and in a lot of cases a good vibrator can do the job in a phenomenal way.  We need the Daddy for one specific reason. We need to feel special. Yep. That’s the big secret. The woman in your life needs to feel like she’s the most important prize in your chest of treasures. I know that word “feel” scares you and you want to run away screaming that you don’t understand all of our “feelings”. But it’s actually simple.

Let us know you think about us. Send a fun or loving text during the day.

Notice when we get unexpectedly quiet … that’s a sign something is wrong. Then ask if we need anything from you. Most of the time we won’ t. But the fact that you asked will make a world of difference.

Show us off in public… or whatever your version of public is. We just need to believe you find us so desirable that you want to flaunt what you’ve got to other less fortunate men.

Sleep next to us. Cuddle. And no it will not kill you.

Take an interest in our day and share the events of yours.

Forehead kisses are always a winner.

And never make us feel ashamed or afraid of wanting and needing to be your one special girl.

“Daddy” doesn’t necessarily have to be around every day for every girl. We’re all different in the amount of “little girl” care we need. But we ALL need it sometime.

Seven stories in one compilation. Husbands, wives, trainers, wannabees, vampires, dommes, doms, and subs….  Lots of spankings… Lots of hot sex. Hope you read and enjoy!