BDSM

Top Well, Top Shelf

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by DaddyO

 

TOP WELL: DAMNED IF YOU DO


Top well and you run the risk of having your bottom fall for you in an unhealthy way due to her mind not being clear due to subspace. You can easily become labeled a conniving and manipulative predator.

 

TOP POORLY: DAMNED IF YOU DON'T


Top poorly and you run the risk of not giving enough aftercare, not reading her body language accurately, pushing boundaries or causing triggers you were unaware of. You can easily become labeled an uncaring jerk.

 

It takes a very special type of person to have been labeled BOTH!

 

LIKE ALCOHOL, BDSM IS EMOTIONAL


Emotions change during an S/M or bondage scene. Add in the element of D/s (control of said emotions) and you have a potentially lethal concoction of toxicity or one of the most delectable cocktails imaginable. Spirits are either high or in danger of non-existence! BDSM is done to mask, alter or change the course or intensity of our emotions. Emotions change dramatically during a BDSM scene just as emotions change dramatically during an intoxicating drinking binge.

 

LIKE ALCOHOL, BDSM IS INTOXICATING


After the high wears off, the person who experienced the high wants it back.

 

LIKE ALCOHOL, BDSM IS ADDICTING


Ether way the responsibility falls on both parties.

 

LIKE ALCOHOL, BDSM REQUIRES RESPONSIBILITY


The sub/bottom is the drinker.

 

She can be the irresponsible "alcoholic" or the "stately wine connoisseur" depending on many factors including genetics, social status, personality traits and temperaments.

 

BDSM along with the accompanying BDSM community is the booze and regulatory commission.

 

The liquor manufacturer (the "booze") has a responsibility to represent his product accordingly; use the specified ingredients, to not make false or misleading claims and to stay within the guidelines set forth by the regulatory board. To follow etiquette and protocols of SS&C or RACK (key word is the "c" word: consent) and to use common human kindness to not be in the practice of bootlegging (not to be confused with "bootblacking" which is an entirely different thing).

 

The Top/Dom is the neighborhood bartender.

 

The bartender has a responsibility to get his liquor license. To not over serve; to not take advantage or overcharge due to a drinker's drunkenness. But the bartender also gets to hear all of the sob stories, be your confidant and your release from a hard day's work by laying you down a stiff one (okay, the metaphors are really starting to get goofy).

 

100 PROOF 


Bottom shelf. Bottom line: Decisions to engage in any sort of "adult" activities are shared. Responsibilities to do so in an appropriate manner are also shared. You are 100% responsible for your alcoholism just as the bartender who over-serves is 100% responsible for pouring you too much.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

2013 

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"Undress Rehearsal"

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by DaddyO


Beating life into each of us

I felt her teen
Heart throbbing
As my aged open hand
Slapped a crimson blemish
Onto her tiny derriere

The capillaries gathered
Like a flash mob of pulsating energy
Pure power positioned her fragility
And for that fleeting moment
Satisfaction eagerly pirouetted
Whichever direction I led
Her lissome body

Giggles of inexperience
Actually emerged from this
Babygirl prototype that tiptoed
Barefoot down the corridor;
A pathway which would
Declare me immortal
Had time stood still
Or the nautilus path
More directly spiraled
Towards my heart,
Or forever encircled me
More infinitely
Or life itself
Not been in the way

But giggles end when
Experience takes over
Long before laughter dies
Her lingering memory
Along with the elation it brings
Flirts with returning to me
Her body draped in colorful ribbons
Like a gift from heaven itself

Gripping the hair above her neck,
I bent her forward to reveal
Her appetizing nape
In order to keep my fangs
From sucking every rich drop
Of sustenance from her

I made her wear my necklace.
And suckled a valentine
Above her left breast
We both survive this way

I led each and every step
Yet she was the choreographer
Our performance appeared politely playful
While passion's intensity unleashed
A frolicking I had feared was lost
In my own wasted youth

Our bump and grind aroma
Sparked a primal instinct
To throw her down and fuck her
But instead I lifted her high.
For an undressed rehearsal.
Streaking naked through the sky

A supernova salsa
Fulfilling what I thought
Were my dreams.
But they were her dreams.
So many, in fact,
I even starred in two of them!

Her hips and my hands
Gripped one other's cheeks
I tasted her deep inside
While she felt my singular vice

Her body shuddered uncontrollably
For she had given me control
I held her oh so safely in my arms
And I swear I heard her whisper
"daddy"
Before the curtain fell
Now I wait patiently for our official dance to begin

Author's Notes/Comments: 

for Delaney, 2016 

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"Underplay"

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I found you so alluring, and you needed the risqué

So into the world of kink I led your first foray

I put you in a corset and some sexy lingerie

And took you out to Sesso and put you on display

'Round the stripper pole, upstairs you did sashay

We showed the gawkers there were more than fifty shades of gray

Your skin felt captivating, I molded you like clay

Aftercare and squirting, S&M, foreplay

Multiple orgasms, Dom/sub power play

I unhooked your garter, tore off your negligee

There was more to sex than fucking, and I did not delay

Through dominance I showed you how to submit and obey

I longed to be your Daddy Dom and not lead you astray

And have you as my beautiful babygirl protégée

But for reasons beyond my control, I have to back away

Redeem a token of contrition I'm not supposed to pay

As if the sum of my emotions must suddenly belay

With flowers slowly wilting in a desperate bouquet

Now the strong and confident alpha-male image I portray

Tries desperately to dry the tears of weakness and dismay

I want to give my love to you but know not if I may

I want to scream three little words I can't even say

A nod of recognition seems all I can convey

Our love suppressed and thrown into a dreadful disarray

I'm told I should take one step back for it's the only way

I can hold you in these outstretched arms and comfort you one day

And put trust in you to prove my hopefulness won't sway

But without a pledge of two steps forward it's difficult to stay

I want to share time with you that daily slips away

Show my deep heartfelt affection to you every day

Provide more playful fun encounters, but we can't even play!

Such joy you've given me I hope in love I'll have someday

But things suck in this vacuum; I feel lonelier today

Tomorrow seems to hold less promise than our yesterday

Who's fucking idea was it, to fall in love anyway?

Author's Notes/Comments: 

for Amber, 2014 

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"Typical Wednesday"

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Most don't think it's right, but on a typical Wednesday night

In Portland down by the riverside
DaddyO is seen, making sure the dreams
Of his babygirl come true in perfect stride.
She craves the attention, and without expectations
She chose a naughty Daddy as the one.
He acts younger than his years, but he's careful with her tears
And knows she's so insatiable and fun.
With the strangers that she meets, this slut's hardly discreet,
Her lovely ass bumps and grinds for sex.
Noticing the time, her Daddy says "You're mine,"
Then puts her necklace 'round her tender neck.
She gets in Daddy's car, he belts her in, and to the bar
They go to get them both their weekly fix
Of control and being used, Daddy's babygirl's his muse,
His art, his reason for his bag of tricks.
So this night he reaches in, to that very bag of sin
And rips off her panties leaving her exposed.
With his other hand he pops, something he almost drops,
Two oval toys are slurped into her hole.
One in back and one in front, remote eggs fill up her cunt.
They're packed discreetly 'tween her sexy thighs.
Until Daddy takes them out, all she can do is pout
And moan while the vibes are turned up high.
Then to her knees she drops, the vibration has stopped,
She bends, her Daddy reaches up her skirt...
"Daddy, don't be mad. I think that I've been bad--
They both washed away with my squirt!"
"What?" her Daddy scowls, "I think we need more towels.
Whoever gets a towel gets a surprise."
So a big group of gawkers, all run towards the lockers,
To get towels while she bats her "fuck me" eyes.
She takes off his shoes and socks while men pull out their cocks
And he opens up her hole wide as can be.
You see, she craves much more than the average girl next door,
So Daddy does these naughty things she needs.
"Now get down there and be, a real good slut for me."
The bulge in her Daddy's pants, it starts to grow.
Daddy's good girl takes, each cock her Daddy makes
Fuck her while they perform this weekly show.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

for Tanya, 2012 

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"The Soaking"

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Over his knees she careens

Panties torn and ragged

The radiating flesh

Of her cherry derriere 

Flashes through the threads

Struggles and screams

With each thwack of

His pounding palm

She begs her case

With her cascading tears

So he hastens his pace

And teases her with

the crash of his fist

Her tortured cries

Transform to whimpering passion 

When he touches her eyes with his stare

And opens her with his knuckles

She is aware of her discipline

And he knows of her pleasure

Both sated through this saturation 

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2008, 2017

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"Our Olympus Dream"

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I am now a man, a mere mortal

Studying sacred text from this electronic portal

Assessing the damage done to my broken idol

When every move she used to make was a recital

Choreographed for me; I realize now

I must have worshiped her upside down

For what was recognized previously as a frown

To her might be a smile

I want the trust returned to me,

But like an avalanche of uncertainty

My fears and insecurities

Cascade with her mythology

So she returns to the arena without me

And takes her bow without me

And curtseys cute without me

The lights go down

The curtain is drawn

Our audience leaves

There is no applause

But when we die

We become constellations in the sky

Author's Notes/Comments: 

for Camille, 2009 

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"Only as ______ as You'll Allow"

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by DaddyO

 

If you want someone
To dominate you,
It works best
If you submit to them.
if you want someone
To not feel disrespected,
It works best
If you respect them.
If you want something
To challenge you,
It works best
If you accept the challenge.
If you want something
To not be fruitless
It works best
To reap the harvest.

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2016 

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"One Thousand Dreams"

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I've lived the dreams of one thousand dreamers
In less than one thousand nights
I'd like to think if my self esteem were
Greater I just might
Be living them still instead of dreaming
Of a way to get it back
Asleep to things that could redeem me,
Awake to a heart attack
One thousand mountains, I've reached the summit
In less than one thousand tries
They say I'm supposedly better from it,
Then why do I just want to die?
Once the joy has been destroyed
It takes some time to learn
When sharing toys with girls and boys,
Sometimes they're not returned

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2013 

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"Last Year's Smiles "

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by DaddyO

 

She giggles in the darkness amid snaps of whip to flesh.

Smiling unexpectedly in her helplessness.

Her rapture is a spirit freed; her capture a release.

The willful bondage she displays; all sovereignty is pleased.

The wild and willing provocateur becomes the stimulant.

While the to-blame harlot in her game is found so innocent.

Throw out the past and last year's frowns, abandon your concerns.

Recall instead subconscious thought, forget all you have learned.

A simple blue moon rendezvous becomes an angelic tryst

With a comely form to cuddle and a striking face to kiss.

No more wonder! No more doubt! Just rubbing of your eyes.

The disbelief! “Is this a dream?” You ask aloud and sigh.

While she curls up in the corner, clothes torn, thumb to her lips.

The line forms down the corridor, to target ‘tween her hips.

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2008

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