ooooo KINK

My response to a posted question on a kink website:

Question was: Are daddy/little girl kink relationships always sexual?


I had a daddy that was just a roommate. I am only just processing how intense and complete that relationship actually was, so bear with me...

He was the first man to act like a daddy and not be submissive to me. (Both my husbands were subs. I don't like that in men.) We did not have a physical attraction to each other at all. (I was fairly heavy, and he is/was fairly short).

His control issues and Neapolian complex helped break up my marriage while we lived with him, but he also picked me up off the floor and tucked me into the couch, or took sharp things away from me in the months that followed. He rallied our coworkers to keep tabs on me secretly and keep him informed. But he took me on more dates then either of my husbands ever did. Even before my husband left, and even when he had a steady girlfriend: at least once a week we would go to a movie, the park, a hike, a local nursery or home show, bars, parties, social events, or do big house projects like splitting and stacking the seasons firewood.

This pimp-daddy would tell me how to dress, how to keep his house, what groceries to buy, when to walk my dog, how to manage and spend, and save my own money, how to interact with specific colleagues at work. But he would bring home take out about twice a week so we could just watch TV with no dishes to worry about. He would share his cigarettes and go out to buy me morning lattes on the weekends, because I am slow to wake up.

He told me how to work the system with our bosses, and how to become more popular with our students and coworkers. I behaved perfectly for him. Sometimes he made me smoke a lot of pot with him, and watch cartoon movies like Kungfu Panda, or UP, and I complained but secretly loved it. He never let me feel like I was alone unless I wanted to be. My closest friends were always welcome and he loved to entertain and have small brunch or dinner parties for them.

He would take me with him when he went to do work at his parents house, and bring his single friends around to dinner to try and set me up with them. or leave me alone with them while he went to score them some smoke. After a while he tried to get some of our colleagues to date me telling them I needed a good fuck. I am just not into casual sex. I had to listen to him fuck his girlfriend loudly at all hours off the day and night. He liked to tie her up to the wall we shared. But they would buy me presents when they came out to find I had gone to sit in my car to get away from it.

Moving away to start my own life after divorce and stuff was really, really hard, because he kept telling me NOT to go, and that I needed stability not more change. But he just wanted a roommate he could control, and I needed change and liberation and a new beginning. He barely spoke to me after I left. And told me point blank he would never come visit me. I thought we were close friends. It was awkward when we ran into each other at work. It was like another break up. Even now he doesn't respond to me on Facebook, and Its sort of sad because I am still sorting out all the dynamics and trying to understand what it was, and what happened.

NOW I realize he was my Daddy and I LEFT him... its sad really. Because I value what I learned about myself with him, and he was pretty great, for a control freak.