Being GG’s Daddy

Few human experiences enjoy the depth of sensuality more so than being bathed by another. Maybe the experience is rooted in neural pathways formed when we were babies being bathed and soothed. Warm water, soft touches, perfumed soaps and lotions all merge together to form an intimate and relaxed mental state. It’s probably safe to say that both the person being bathed and the person bathing them share the pleasures of giving and receiving such fundamental sensuality. So, with such thoughts floating in our heads a fantasy developed between me and a beautiful young woman whom I call “GG” and she looks to me as a ‘Daddy’ figure. While I don’t remember exactly how the idea got started, somehow we grazed into the idea that one day I would wash her hair and bathe every inch of her delightful body. And so the fantasy began. GG is an attractive 33 year old living in New England but steeped in the erstwhile traditions of the Deep South. GG is of average height, is blessed with attractive figure and her hair is the rich, golden color of winter wheat. She is beautiful inside and out. Like many of us, it seems that GG never forgot her enjoyment of baths immersed in thick clouds of foamy bubbles, although as a mom whose children occupy so much of her time and energy, such free moments are rare. So, it happened that after a very long time of flirting online, business would take me only a couple of hundred miles from her home and we agreed to visit a small town, Cape Elizabeth, where there was a luxury inn and a nice beach only a hundred yards away. Our suite featured a gas log fireplace and a modern bath with a large Jacuzzi tub. Adding to the sensuality of the place, the bathroom Küçükköy escort bayan had a large window overlooking the ocean. It doesn’t get better than a beautiful young woman, a Jacuzzi and the ocean! We met at the airport and GG drove us to the cape where we had a nice – if simple, lunch of seafood salad and spicy chowder. From there we changed into bathing suits and hit the beach. There is something inherently sensual about splashing and frolicking in gentle surf. Maybe it’s because childlike play eludes us during our nearly endless responsible, task oriented days. As perfect as GG’s shoulder length hair frames her face, it also is engaging when soaking wet and clinging to her. Also, GG is needlessly concerned that her breasts sag a bit but the fact is that she is stunning in a bathing suit or even a sweatshirt! Another of life’s simple pleasures is walking the beach in ankle deep water holding hands and feeling the intensifying pulses of energy flowing between us. Passion often builds in the simplest, most innocent of times. We stretched out on towels and I spread sunblock onto GG’s soft skin and it seemed as though we must have been lovers in another life because our connection seemed somehow eternal. Soon though, I told GG that there was a shampoo and sensual bath in her immediate future. The tub was large and made of gleaming porcelain. Candles were everywhere. Eight votive candles lined the side of the tub along the window wall and a tree of candles stood at each end of the tum. The candles cast a soft glow and a pleasant scent into the room. GG was a little getting naked in front of me for the first time and Escort Mecidiyeköy I teased her and said that they were Prozac scented candles. Soft laughter seemed to repel her nervousness and I kissed her softly at first and she pressed back more firmly. With the Jacuzzi pump running, a small amount of shampoo soon had GG awash in bubbles. I began to shampoo her hair, very lovingly and took my sweet time about it. She actually sighed as I was working her hair. The place must have had a water conditioner because the water was soft which made the shampoo that much easier to lather. Truth to tell, I was feeling a lather building within me but this was a moment to savor completely and certainly not to be rushed. It’s funny where the mind wanders even in the most intimate of moments. With my fingers entwined in GG’s hair, I found my mind wandering off to the past years between us and of the physical objects that bind us. I wear a chain bracelet that reminds me of my GG literally hundreds of times each day. In her home, GG has 5 small LED flashlights. Her family believes that the flashlights are part of how their wife and mom protect them so that they are not floundering around during a power failure. In reality, there is one on GG’s nightstand, one in their Master bath, one on their kitchen, one in their family room and one in her purse. The flashlight is a symbol of me/us and they are a reminder to GG that I am part of her family and with her everywhere. Like most LED flashlights, the power source is two AA batteries. On the second of each month, GG changes the batteries on one of the lights. She became my ‘Little” on the Merter escort second of the month and so, by changing the cells she recommits to me. She is directed to use only Eveready batteries because she and I both are ever-ready for each other. I am committed to her as her Daddy and she is committed to me as my “Little.” Often, in private moments, GG is directed to shine one of those lights onto parts of her body that she is mentally ‘sending’ to me. She photographs that scene and texts them to me. The technology fosters intimacy as she is offering these ‘gifts’ of herself to me. I do not mean for this to sound sacrilegious, but in a Christian sense from the Last Supper and the Eucharist, “This is my body,” as a sacrificial offering, is incredibly intimate. The word ‘intimacy’ with all its warmth, comes down to a transitive verb that means ‘to communicate delicately and indirectly.’ Its origins are from a Latin word ‘intimare’ which essentially means to make one- self known. That is part and parcel of the sacrificial offering. A person risks making their deepest selves known to another and are rewarded by the other’s acceptance and praise. Our weakness becomes our strength. And so, this young woman, clueless as to how beautiful she is, lies naked before me in a tub of water jets and bubbles and it is my privilege to be her Daddy in the BDSM sense and to bathe and caress her as any good Daddy should. It is my sensual pleasure to do so and to prepare her for the arousal that will soon follow. Elbow-deep in the water, my hands glide a soft washcloth over GG’s body. Her skin is smooth and soft. The cloth glides effortlessly over her and GG is limp as a rag doll under my touch. Soft sighs whisper from her full lips and occasionally she draws in a sharp intake of breath. This may sound as though we have our roles somehow reversed because in the ‘Official’ definitions [whatever that means] of a D/L relationships, it is the little’s responsibility to sexually please the Daddy.