Daddy's Little Alycat

I'm a Submissive/Little/Kitten from Queensland, Australia. This is a collection of my innermost thoughts, desires and memories. Enjoy ❤

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Kiss me 💋

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Make me a good girl Daddy

[daddyslittlealycat]

Seriouslllyyyyyy 😭😭

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Every Wolf Starts As A Cub

Advice for brand new dom(me)s

Within the bdsm community, the wolf is used as a symbol for a Dom. But one cannot just claim to be a dom(me) or a wolf. A dom(me) is a title that needs to be earned through learning, humility, and trust. But every wolf starts out as a cub.

This isn’t a reflection of age. Plenty of people, like my friend @dinodaddy , learn about bdsm well into adulthood. The cub represents the fact that every new dom(me) starts out needing to learn. A wolf cub needs to learn how to track, how to sharpen its claws, etc. The pack will teach it these necessary skills, and with time it will slowly be able to survive on its own. But a cub couldn’t, shouldn’t go out on its own without any of this training or practice. Can you imagine a baby wolf in the forest by itself? It would be a disaster. This goes for new dom(me)s as well. Being a dom(me) is to be in charge of someone’s safety, and for 24/7 dynamics in charge of their life and well being. Dom(me)s need to look toward the bdsm community for education and guidance. And the bdsm community is a pack; it has to be. Almost everyone you meet who is genuine in their bdsm life will be more than happy to advise when asked. But you as a cub need to be willing to learn. You must be humble enough to admit what you don’t know, and take all the time that is necessary. D/s is all about taking your time.

Even doms with 40+ years of experience won’t dive right into a relationship with a million rules. They take their time, learning about their partner. They learn their needs, interests, expectations. Nothing in D/s is rushed. And at no point is your education in bdsm complete. You’ll always be learning more about your partner, learning from other members, re-evaluating your own approach.

So if you’ve recently discovered that bdsm is the right path for you, understand that you need to start as a cub. A wolf cub is still a wolf, that doesn’t change what’s inside. Just start small, looking toward your pack for help. 

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Be honest about what you know, upfront about what you don’t, and open to the things you don’t know you don’t know. Look to the people who have been there, and who have already walked the path that is ahead of you. And, when you find a partner, be honest about what you’re looking for and what you can offer. Don’t promise a 24/7 dynamic if you can’t be available for that person. Don’t engage in forms of play that you’ve never looked into or educated yourself about, and don’t ever be afraid to admit when you’re in over your head.

Get the little things right and build on them. Over time, all those little things will lead to great things. And above all, communicate openly and freely with your partner. Receive their criticism as openly as you receive their praise. Give them a voice and listen to it. Commit yourself to working through the issues you encounter instead of sweeping them under the rug or dismissing them. That is how you grow.

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What 24/7 D/s Looks Like to a Couple of Newbies in 2018

So, a while back I decided to get sober. (Wait for it… it comes back around.) I went to the meetings and joined the clubs and all that… and, it worked. No more drinking. The best piece of advice I got?… 

“Stick with the old-timers. They got it figured out.”

A while before that I did a stint in prison. I was a kid. Just old enough to get drafted not old enough to get drunk. None of it seemed real. Did real time, though. Best advice I got?… “Stick with the old timers. They got it figured out.”

That piece of wisdom has served me well in my years as a contributing member of society. So, when MG @wolfpack-princesskitty and I first turned to Tumblr and a few other sites in search of any info or insights into our newly-confessed shared fantasies… one of my first thoughts was 

“Stick with the fucking old timers.” 

And, after several months of watching many blogs I had determined who those people were and I began to make connections. And I’m very thankful for the connections we have made, and for those who have agreed to mentor MG and me along the way. All providing a sobering and real life perspective on various aspects of a 24/7 D/s relationship; in our case, a marriage. So glad to be grounded here right now.

Because from where I stand 90% of the rest of the time this shit looks like Vegas, baby. Wooo!

  Welcome to D/s relationships for millennials.  

What it looks like: It looks like 50 Shades of Harry Potter and Sparkly goddamned Vampires is what it looks like… and it looks fucking awesome! Expensive suits and Bitches in black lingerie kneeling and crawling… the leashes and spankings and the gagging on cocks… timid, meek, all trusting subs and stoic, powerful, all knowing doms. Paradise for the slightly-to-moderately twisted peoples of a certain ilk… I mean, it can’t be that perfect in real life, but still… come on.

You can hate it all you like, but those books and movies are the extent of John Q. Public’s grasp on your chosen lifestyle, and at worst, it has turned out to be a great ‘evangelical tool’ as it were…

But someone has to sort out the abusers and the narcissists and the standard model douche bags from the good guys with good intentions. Somebody has to inject truth and reason and wisdom into the conversation. Someone has to show us where the ground ends and the clouds begin so we can self-moderate. Because…

What it is:

It’s hard work, dedication, devotion, integrity, grit, determination, kindness in the hardest of times… honesty, communication… Just like any functioning relationship, really…

It looks like 50 Shades of Harry Potter and Sparkly goddamned Vampires is what it looks like… and it looks fucking awesome!

It’s boundaries and security and exploring sexual interests together… it’s a little bit of doubt (Ok, maybe a lot of doubt at times), a little bit of fear, enough love to carry two sometimes three, four, five souls forward into a new real life, where everything is a decision… a choice… even for those who make no choices. A life in which lust is a limitless hunger… an insatiable wolf… and your hunger is so focused you want to entirely destroy and devour this pretty little thing wearing your collar…

Sometimes it’s body issues, and insecurities about cock size, and irrational conversations into the early morning hours… often, the stronger of the two quietly trying to decide just how much truth the other person can actually handle… sometimes it’s greatly overestimating that amount of truth…

Sometimes it’s a spark of hope… and sometimes it’s a last resort…

Sometimes it’s ropes and cuffs and collars and bruises… and sometimes it’s blankets and snacks and kisses and cuddles…

It’s an empowerment achieved in a point of singularity where both the powerful and powerless are each perfectly balanced one with the other… mutually satisfied. A feeling like no other.

  For some of us, it’s what we’ve come seeking… for some of us it’s just who we are…

For every idiot ‘Tubmlr Daddy’, there’s a good man with a great dom inside, watching you blast the new generation from the comfort of your well-earned status, and doubting himself… afraid that he’s not a real dominant. Too afraid his ask will get him ridiculed. I know because that was me before I finally manned up and reached out. 

Please keep in mind that we’re not all a part of the tide of idiots and abusers… please continue to be an island for those of us who were simply swept up in their wake…

So, a shout out to those blogs and bloggers that have informed us, included us, inspired us…

@instructor144, @thetriskeliondiaries, @dinodaddy, @verse50, @theruleset, @submissive-seeking, @the-faculty, @i-could-be-the-walrus, @amysubmits, @itsshinycollectordestinyworld, @sincardinality, @quietlyconscious, @techiejedi, @tooprettytolive, @theropegeek, @crusoesampersand, @maddigans, @westcoastgentleman, @yessiraustralia-again

and a ton more I’m leaving out… For those of you who know who the hell we are, and those who don’t… For those who are personally investing their time into our success… for those who don’t even realize how real an impact you have… 

I’m not sucking up (maybe a little)… I’m not posturing…

You guys deserve recognition for taking the time out of your lives to share those lives with the rest of us… You deserve recognition for being great writers, most of you anyway… lol… But mainly I want to lift you guys up as the standard… because we desperately need more real doms and subs to provide some perspective to the magical, leather-clad diamond-skinned vampires with secret rooms… how cliche’. 

[instructor144]

Well done, and solid writing.

[thetriskeliondiaries]

So you want to be a Dominant?

So you’ve sat down and watched Fifty Shades of Grey, and now you think, “yeah, I could do that. I could be a Dominant like that and tell a girl what to do. It’ll be awesome.” You’ve dusted off your suit and tie and readied your spanking hand.

That’s wonderful. Congratulations. 

But are you sure you’re ready? You are? Oh, even better! 

Quick question though: 

Are you sure? 

Are you sure you’re ready to never send another picture of your genitals to another person ever again without consent? Because that’s what being a Dominant is. That’s what being a good person is. It’s about respect. It’s about honoring other humans. 

There’s a piece of Biblical cannon that speaks about “dying to self.” You’re sure you’re ready to do that? Because that’s one of the biggest parts of being a Dominant. Yes, you hold the reins. Yes, you’re in charge. But that girl you’re in charge of, that leans on you and depends on you? You’ve become their world, their stability. Their rock and their stay and their shelter in the storm. 

You’re ready for that? 

You’re ready to exhibit self-control? Because your submissive is not your stress release or your punching bag or your side of beef a-la Rocky. Your submissive may say no. She may use her safe word. Are you ready to stop on a dime and devote all your attention to her physical and mental health in that moment? 

Are you ready for hard work? Yes, she is your submissive, your slave, your property, your toy, your muse, your sin and salvation. But she is not your fix it, your magical spell to make everything good for you while you rest on your laurels.  She is work as much as you are work for her. 

Are you ready to earn that title you’re so quick to claim? Are you ready to show her what a Sir, a Daddy, a Master is worth? Are you ready to earn her submission? Are you ready to do what it will take to reach a place where an intimate piece of another person’s existence and psyche rests tenderly in your outstretched palm? 

Are you ready? 

Are you sure? 

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I was riding him, impaling myself again and again on his hard shaft, when he pulled on the belt wrapped around my neck.

“Come here.” He crooned. “Lie on my shoulder.”

I knew from the soft, measured tone that this was no break. He had something wicked in mind. I laid, him still filling my cunt. And without warning, his palm came down sharply on my ass. I moaned and rocked forward, grinding my clit on his skin and clenching around him.

“Oh I like that reaction.” He praised as he brought his hand down again. The softness of his voice and the force with which he hit me made my head spin. Over and over, he spanked my ass. My skin ablaze, unable to stop the moans and whimpers escape my mouth, rocking back and forth on his cock, clenching and clenching, him gently praising me, crooning his delight against my ear. Mind fucked.

“Three hard ones now. Are you ready?”

I groaned, “ahh oh yes, Sir.”

“Look at me whilst I spank you. Eyes on mine. The whole time.”

“Ahh fuck yes, Sir.” I gasped as I dragged my gaze up to his. Fuck, how his expression made my breathing hitch and tremble. It stormed with arousal and warned of pain.

“Are you sure you’re ready?”

I whimpered and my cunt tightened around him. Helpless reactions to the anticipation he created.

“I can feel you’re ready, but I want to hear it.”

I groaned, “yesyesyes I’m ready, Sir, I’m ready.”

He gave a contented hum and lifted his hand, so high that I could see it in the periphery of my view. I so badly wanted to shift my gaze to it, prepare for its landing, as if watching it could keep it still. His eyes danced; he knew of my struggle. And then his hand was gone and instead a resounding crack, a fiery pain, my moans, and still I held his gaze and drank in the arousal it sang with.

“Two more.”

“Fuckkk yes Sir, yes Sir.” I writhed with anticipation as I saw his hand climb into my vision once again. His eyes twinkled and another shattering crack across my skin, my howl, and yet fresh wetness as I slid his cock deeper inside my wanton cunt.

“One more.”

I was gasping, my breath somersaulting out of rhythm. All my efforts on maintaining his eye contact.

“And afterwards, you will lie on my other shoulder and we’ll do the same on the other side. Keep it nice and even across your ass. But only after you’ve begged for it.”

And how I whimpered into his gaze. And how he smiled a wicked smile. My pain his delight; his delight my pleasure.

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Oh my fecking hell.

[grumpylittles]

Daddy told me to get dressed after a shower

Daddy (from down the hall): Are you sitting in a towel?

Me: … No, I’m doing exactly what you told me to!

Daddy: Good girl! Who’s Daddy’s good girl?

Me: Not me; I lied

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Seven

Grief is a funny thing in any relationship.

I think it’s a more delicate terrorizing intimate beast in this kind of relationship. Maybe I’m off in saying this, but I’ve been in more than one relationship but none of them intimately D/s the way things are with T. I’ve grieved before, but never in such a tender way as I have the last week or so with Him.

He could tell. He knew. Of course He knew-He’s been grieving right beside me, in His own way, nights of tears.

Grief and sorrow and pain and tears and utterly breaking is not the possession of one gender of humanity. It is for all. Including men. Including Dominant men. Never forget this.

Yesterday I had grieved all day and all the evening/night before. I broke in a way nearly impossible to describe.

He caught me in our bedroom.

You’ve been sad for days. We’ve been sad for days, R. The time has come for you to breathe again.

I was facedown, bent over the end of the bed, bared from the waist down. I could feel the cane tracing over my back and legs.

You need to breathe, R. I’m going to strike you seven times. Do you know why seven? Because seven is a perfect number. And you, My little one, my dearest one, are perfect.

It was seven sharp cracks of agony. Thighs, ass, calves, feet.

I was panting by the end, but I still felt locked, trapped inside myself.

Another seven? Do you need another seven?

I hesitated too long.

Down again. Another set of seven. These were no harder but delivered in a way that radiated from His hand to my body. A way of releasing all the fear and guilt and rage and sorrow inside my soul.

He held me while I cried. He cried too. A moment of painful intimacy that was not held by some form of preconceived notion as to how He was to act and I was to act.

We still ache. But we are strong to face it, together.

Even if we have to stop and breathe for seven seconds at a time.

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Been reading ur blog. U need to stop calling urself a dom. All this lovey crap makes real doms sick. A sub is not for respecting and loving. A sub is for using and thats what they like. Its fine that u love ur girl, just dont call urself a dom. Real doms show dominance, use there sub and leave her laying like the cunt slut she is. Bein all sweet, and all that does is give her power over u, which makes u not a dom.

Hi there, Anon. I almost didn’t even dignify this with a response, but I think you’ve actually given me a good opportunity to say something that new doms need to know, so kudos to you. 

First and foremost, let’s establish something right here and now: You don’t get to tell me what I am, and you are damn sure not the leading authority on what does and does not constitute a dominant. For the record, I didn’t wake up one day and decide to be a dom. I never even thought of myself that way until I met belovedsangi 10 years ago. I always had the characteristics of a dom, sure, but I didn’t ever put that title on myself. That title was given to me by my submissive. SHE is the one who wanted to call me Master, and Sir, and sometimes Daddy. I never told her to do these things. But of course, you probably think I am making your point for you and that if I were a REAL domly dom, I would’ve demanded those things. 

And that’s where you have a fundamental issue understanding the meaning of the title. So let me help you with that. 

A dom does not demand respect. He conducts himself in such a way as to be worthy of respect. 

A dom does not bark commands. His presence is such that he can seduce and command with nothing more than a glance. 

A dom does not raise his voice. He is the kind of man who gets what he wants without needing to. 

A dom is not a braggart. He is possessed of a calm, quiet confidence that is evident in his demeanor, the way he walks, the tone of his voice, and all other aspects of him. 

A dom understands balance. He knows that while a firm hand and discipline are critical in this type of relationship, knowing when to be gentle and understanding is every bit as important. 

A dom is a gentleman first and foremost. That doesn’t necessarily mean that he is a fancy man who values the finer things in life, but he does understand manners and protocol. He opens the car door for her. He orders for her if she is having trouble deciding. He treats strangers with courtesy and respect. 

A dom is a protector. He makes sure that his submissive feels safe and protected at all times. This means so much more than just telling her you will protect her. A dom shows her. He keeps a hand on her shoulder or on her waist in crowds so she doesn’t get nervous. He sleeps on the side of the bed closest to the door so that he is always between his submissive and an intruder. He walks on the side of the sidewalk closest to the street so that an errant vehicle will hit him before his submissive. If anything or anyone should threaten his submissive, he must be prepared to fight for her with the ferocity of an alpha wolf. 

A dom earns her submission. It is not a thing to be demanded, expected, or assumed. And he continues to earn it, each and every day.  

A dom values her submission. Fully submitting your will and trusting your body and well-being to someone takes a kind of strength most can’t imagine, and a dom never loses sight of that. 

A dom understands that being a dominant is 10% privilege and 90% responsibility. He is literally taking her life into his hands. He is accepting the most sacred and important thing she has to give. He is taking her burdens and bearing them as his own, always, every day. 

A dom is consistent. He understands that he can’t just be her protector, lover, confidant, master, etc. when he feels like it. There will be days when a dom is tired. There will be days when he is stressed. There will be days when he is broken. On those days, it is more important than ever for a dom to show his submissive that he is still everything she needs him to be. 

So what does it mean, then, to be a dom? I get the feeling that you, anon, would say that it’s all about making her kneel, having your way with her, shouting orders and using her. Helpful hint: Any jackass can buy himself a whip and bark commands. That’s not a dom. Don’t get me wrong, I do absolutely have my way with belovedsangi. I love it when she kneels. I love the kinky, rough, mind-blowing sex we have. I love to dominate her in the bedroom. But for every moment of that, there are a hundred moments of holding her, of talking to her, laughing with her, gaming with her. There are a hundred moments of making her feel safe when she is afraid, giving her confidence when she is unsure, comforting her when she feels troubled. Those are all things that a dominant does too. 

I love my submissive more than I love oxygen. I love my submissive with a fire that can never be extinguished. I value her and respect her in every way. I treat her like a queen and fuck her like a slave. These things don’t make me weak. They don’t make me less of a dominant. These things make me stronger than you can possibly imagine. There is nothing quite so formidable as a dominant who has found the perfect submissive to fuel his fire. Never will you see anyone love so strongly or fight so fiercely. 

Bottom line, Anon, is this: you sound like a boy playing at being a man. You decided one day that you were sick of women having willpower and a voice of their own, so you decided to call yourself a dominant and seek out some weak-willed submissive who wouldn’t talk back to you or stick up for herself. You are not a dom. You are a jackass with a whip. Classic case of toodomforyou.

-LMS

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I know I posted this years ago, but here it is again. Because if I could buy a billboard large enough to hold it I would.

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Unicorn Massage Wand - now available!

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Update: Kitten is the cutest AFTER she’s been used.

[borderlinekitten]

A spoiled little is a happy little

[daddyslittlealycat]

I threw myself on the bed and kicked my legs in frustration. I was half dressed but I didn’t want to go to work, especially not on Fancy Dress Friday. Daddy always picked my outfits and today he was being very cheeky by sending me in a school girl outfit. I had put the skirt on and it was a little shorter than I had anticipated and when I asked him if I could be something else he told me no. I was in the middle of a tantrum when he sat down on the edge of the bed and waited for me to calm myself. I eventually sat up with my legs crossed and pulled Norman into my lap “Whats wrong Kitten” He asked as he leant forward and wiped a tear from my cheek. I pouted “The skirt is too short Daddy. I work in a corporate office, not a strip club. Its just not appropriate” he cocked his head slightly as he looked at me. “Kitten, I would never make you wear something you didn’t want too. I don’t see any problem with you switching to a knee length pencil skirt. But these pigtails have to stay” He twirled one around his finger before patting his lap. I smiled and put Norman down, crawling across the bed into his lap. “You could always come to work with me today Daddy, hide under my desk” I giggled as I snuggled my head into his neck. A growl rumbled deep in his chest “I don’t think you would be getting much work done if that were the case Kitten” he replied before running his tongue up the side of my face. I squealed and jumped off his lap, turning to run out the door… Alycat =^.^=