Wednesday HHD!

That's right, folks! It's hump day.
Being as it's hump day lets talk about the events of today in fetish land shall we?

I got another message from a guy I used to know in highschool who found me on a website I use. He offered me 75-100 dollars to give him a blowjob. I'm wondering where he got the idea in his twisted little head that I'm some kind of prostitute. He began by asking if I had ever been paid for oral sex. I told him no and asked why he would ask me something like that. He told me he would be willing to pay me. I have no interest in doing that. Period. But curiousity got the best of me. I guess we would all want to know what we would be "worth" in the sack, right? Just me? Maybe. So I asked what it would be worth to him. He told me 75-100. I told him that's nice but I have a Daddy and I can't do that. He then responded telling me to get permission to get a mouthful of his cum. I told him to contact my Daddy. I didn't want to hear about it anymore or deal with it. It seems the more I tell people I can't do anything with them the harder they push. He's not the only one who does that either.
As a submissive woman in her mid 20's it's hard to find respect in the world of bdsm sometimes. I have my Daddy to protect me and my best friend who serves as protector and who both have stepped up to the plate when I needed them. I adore them more than either of them could possibly know. They are two strong, dominant and stunningly diverse men who have the biggest hearts of any people I have ever encountered. I would trust them both with my life. I know nothing bad would ever happen to me in their care and under their watch. They simply wouldn't allow it and would certainly never be the cause of it if there was any way to avoid it.


Emotionally today has been a good day. A little worried in the afternoon after a chat with a friend about becoming involved with men who have children. My Daddy has four beautiful children. Three sons and one sweet little girl. I was told my entering the picture will make them hate their father and hate me. The thought of having Daddy's children turn on him and loath him for leaving their mother or for dating another woman crushed me. It's something I hadn't thought out in my plans. I have given hours and hours of thought about what it would be like to suddenly step into the lives of 4 children (3 of them teens or preteens) and how difficult that would be. My first reaction and thought is to allow Daddy to handle all of those things. Daddy will be the one to dicipline, or make plans, or enforce things. They are his children. It's not my place for that. It's also been a tiny strange thought that there is the same age gap between me and Daddy and his oldest son and I. I'm smack dab in the middle of things.
I hate when people put a damper on my parade and stick things in my head that I just don't want in there. I guess those are things that DO need to be thought of, discussed and weighed apropriately but I didn't want to think about them today. I talked to Daddy about them and I feel better. He doesn't think the kids would turn on anyone. Which is reassuring to hear.

I feel like I either ate too much at dinner or it's just the birth control pills trying to kill me from the inside. I've been having horrible cramps. It feels like someone has taken a sledge hammer to my entire abdominal area. I'm on day 4 of the pack and it's been like that since day 1. It's also been making me feel really nauseated after I take them- not just for a little bit but for the entire day until I wake up the next morning and then I take them in the afternoon and it starts again. I hate birth control.