The DD/lg Dynamic


Some men want to dominate their women. They want to own them and have them do as they are told, particularly in the sex department. But what happens when that man is more of a nurturer than a sadist?

He will often fall into the role of “Daddy Dom”. He interacts with her in the subcategory of “Daddy” within the lifestyle of Dominance and submission (D/s). In this specific DOM/sub subcategory the male dominant is called “Daddy”, and the female submissive (sub) is called “girl”, “little girl”, or “babygirl”, etc. (To be crystal clear, in no way does a Daddy DOM or his Little Girl support roleplay incest or encourage pedophilia as part of the Daddy DOM lifestyle. Most Daddy DOMs and their girls prefer to avoid the term “daughter”, which implies incest. Daddy DOMs and their girls have no interest in endorsing this concept in any way.)

Daddy Doms are Dominants who simply assume a much more nurturing and caring role than Dominants in other types of D/s relationships. They are just like other Dominants and Masters but with 1 or 2 key differences. They still take charge and enjoy being in control but they often enforce different kinds of rules. Daddy Doms will more likely focus on their submissive’s personal growth and goals. As her Daddy, Coach, Sir, Mentor, and number one fan, the Daddy Dom often believes in his Little Girl more than she herself does, and often uses the wisdom of his age to see her not only for who she is, but also for who she can become. Another difference is that Daddy Doms not only accept, but actually value and treasure, their submissive’s inner “little”, encouraging their sub to enter and even live in ‘little space’, to play and to explore and enjoy their childlike side.

Being a Daddy Dom is simply a part of someone’s personality. He likes being a dominant but he likes doing to in a more affectionate and nurturing capacity than is the accepted norm for D/s lifestyle relationships. Daddy Doms enjoy, appreciate, and find both the little and adult sides of their submissives attractive. littles appeal to them because they cater to his desires to nurture, protect, and love. He also enjoys the natural, child-like little girl personality in a beautiful adult woman’s body.

Daddy Doms put their babygirl’s needs at the top of their priority list. A Daddy Dom will do everything he can to help his little girl be the best person she can be. He may spoil her, but he doesn’t let her get away with being a brat. Sometimes this means he will punish her, not for the enjoyment of the punishment, but because it is for her own good. A Daddy’s little girl is his pride and joy and he does what he can to make her feel special and cherished.

Littles are simply adult women with a naturally childlike personality that emerges when they are around  an emotionally mature man who nurtures, protects, and loves them. Littles in a DD/lg relationship are not interested in incest! She is submissive by nature, seeking the guidance, domination and nurturing love of a Daddy Dom who will guide, protect and comfort her when the world becomes too much to handle. She respects him, submits to his will and trusts him completely to keep her safe and love her. She will always do her best to please him.

A Daddy Dom’s unconditional acceptance and energy surges when he is in contact with his little girl. In response, her innocence and joy emerges. Sexually, this combination can be both deeply loving and endlessly exciting.

Seen. Heard. Embraced

seen. heard. embracedI love the way you see me. How you understand how desperately I ache to be seen.
I love the way you hear me. How your eyes light up when you ask me what I’m thinking. Wondering what might come next. Hoping it will be something good and scandalous. Delicious enough to sink your teeth into.
I love the way you embrace my pain with such care. How you recognize yourself in me: a creature of secrets with too much passion, fighting the endless battle between good and bad, light and dark.
We will win this fight. We are wise. We are trained. Yes, we will be good.
But it’s fun to imagine we won’t.
Like I did in bed today.
Wondering what you do with all those secrets of mine. And wondering what they do to you.
Wishing you could see me like that. My legs spread. My body as open to you as my heart has been.
Seeing me touch myself hard, fast, and hungry.
Witnessing the too much you tell me I’m still hiding. Wet and wanton and unashamed.
Hearing my breath quicken in response to your words. Beautiful. Passionate. Desirable.
Embracing the red, hot lust at the core of who I am. Who I truly am.
I can’t remember the last time I came so hard. Imagining what you imagine.
I love the way you see me… but I wish you could see that.
I have no doubt you do too. And that is my consolation.

Saturday Spankings – Tired of Pretending

Saturday Spankings

This is my first time participating in Saturday Spankings! I hope I do it right. 😉

This is a snippet from my short story Tired of Pretending, which is FREE from Amazon today.

Tired of PretendingThe blows were coming lighter and faster now.

He played a rhythm against her ass that unlocked her deepest desires. Her inhibitions stripped, she began to move in his lap like an animal. Raising her ass in the air to meet his palm, then pushing her pelvis down, grinding against him, desperate for her clit to make contact with him. With anything.

“Mmm, that’s right. Grind that pussy. I want that cunt desperate for my cock.”

She whimpered in frustration. When he began kneading her ass cheeks, parting them beneath his fingers, she tried to pull away once again. Embarrassment overtook her. She wondered which was redder, her face or her ass.

“No, no. I’m in control remember?” If I want to spank your ass I’ll spank your ass.” He punctuated his words with a few hard smacks.

You can read the rest of the story here.

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Tired of Pretending

Tired of Pretending

My second short story has been released. I’m quite pleased with the story. And the cover!

She made the decision to seduce him long ago. She knew it wouldn’t be easy. There were a hundred and one reasons they couldn’t be together. According to him, at least.
But she didn’t care about his reasons. She didn’t care who they were or what parts they played. She knew what she wanted, and she was a woman who took what she wanted. She also knew the route she’d have to take. Flattery wouldn’t work. Intimacy wouldn’t work. His anger was the only doorway in.
She’d simply have to make him so furious, so desperate, that there would be no denying her.
Was it dangerous? Yes.
But she was tired of pretending.

You can pick it up here.

Ten Years Too Late

This is my first post. And Ten Years Too Late is the first short story I published as Jezebel Greer.

That’s not my real name, of course. Behind the facade I’m a novelist and an author of erotica who has been traditionally published in a few anthologies. Recently I decided to adopt a pen name, write what I really want to write, and publish the work myself. There’s something incredibly freeing about wearing a mask. Especially when it comes to sex.

I’m not sure what this blog will become. At the moment I’m simply sharing new releases, but I do plan on writing lots of sexy shorts as well as a bit about my own life.

Anyway. I hope you enjoy Ten Years Too Late. Be sure to subscribe to stay updated on all the news.