It appears the ladies are taking a exception to this thread and I can't blame them. There are far more men into this kink than women ad I can see how easy it is for them to get overwhelmed
Well put lady, my wife and I are expecting a little girl in June an I'll be damned if I am going to pingeon holder with all the proper lady PC BS that I saw growing up. We have talked about it and are in agreement that we are going to teach her to be a "boss" not only with the boys but everyone. We are going to first and foremost teach respect and love but at the ends of the day not to take Any crap from anyone. At the end of the day we are all the same species. We are all humans with varying skills and deficiencies. We need to respect each other and promote love first. If we did that there would be no need for femdom. Don't get me wrong, as it stands I love that my wife appeases me and Locks me up but I'm more interested in truly being in a relationship that promotes communication respect and attention to ea h others needs and desires.
Some need a deeper separation of power and that is awesome if it works for them. But above all we should respect each other irregardless of gender.
That said I still have no problem saying that I find a women in a nice skirt and blouse with stockings and heels and all around looking out together a complete turn on. Why shouldn't I right? But I still feel the need to respect her at the end of it all.
I hope that wasn't too rambling
That was not rambling at all; that was perfect!
I just love your sentiment about your new daughter. It really hit home with me. My father was my first "Put your alpha boots on girl!" mentor. Like my husband he was a totally top-dog alpha male, business owner in several businesses that were in very macho fields, had just about all male teams of blue and white collar employees. He was always respectful of everyone but there was no doubt who was the boss. That resonated with me. Totally alpha, totally nice person.
How my he ended up marrying my mom, I still can't wrap my head around. Actually how they did not end up killing each other during the engagement is what I wonder about. She was a successful to-her-toes alpha businesswoman. Could have been bloodshed, but they never fought. They deeply respected each other's space and always stopped short when real tempers began to rise. Everyone close to us, thought she wore the pants at home. He deferred to her a lot but I never really saw it that way. Ok, I suppose maybe...But...If so, Good call, Daddy!
At home Mom and Dad shared disciplinary duties, never once used corporal punishment. The tough stuff ended up in his lap. Instead of coming down hard, daddy reasoned with us. When I was old enough to hold a rational conversation, if Daddy asked me to do something, or enforced a restriction, and I disagreed, he did not pull the "I am your father, do as I say!" card. He was like, "Okayyyy!
Bring it on! Let's hear your side." If we could respectfully present a good case, even if he wanted it otherwise, he would sometimes capitulate. Often enough to make the impression that he was not the Big Bad Hombre who had to be obeyed without question or else. Why? He told me later in life: "I knew you would be growing up in a man's world. I did not want to raise you to accept
anyone's authority just because that person has a set of balls."
Dad and I would often battle it out and always came to an accord. How I loved those debates! He was no pushover, mind you and there was not any doubt in my mind who had the final say, but, regardless of the outcome, I always felt that my view was heard, respected, and often well validated. He made me know I could move mountains is I put my mind to it. He was the only man I ever truly submitted to in my life. But he was worthy. He earned my love; he earned my respect and my obedience. Now that I am a woman, he treats me as not only a dear daughter but also as a beloved and respected peer. Still gives me good advice. And yes, we still engage in the occasional winner-take-all debate. I let him win...sometimes.
Daddy, would become my dating life coach as I transitioned into a woman. Mom, was wonderful, too, but I really needed a man's point of view since I needed to figure out the male psyche. He would tell me how to get boys to see tings my way, but I did not really internalize the message. Until...
After a big blow-up at the end of a string of a few miserably failed relationships, Dad drove to town and we had dinner. After dinner we took a long drive and we a heart-to-heart talk that was to mold my life in a really huge way. He told me that because of the way I was raised and had come to be, that the macho bad boys I gravitated towards were never going to work out as a life's partner. He said that I was the offspring of two alpha parents and he recognized for a long time that I was an alpha female. He told of the challenges of two alphas making it together. Said he and mom were just blessed that they did not go to bloodshed. They were both ultra-alphas. No bloodshed was amazing. No divorce, no fighting was like Divine intervention! I was listening.
As we drove Dad very matter-of-factly advised me that I really needed to think about finding a submissive guy. Wow! By then I had kind of figured that out, in a way, but his words hit home. I recalled them every time I was subject to a macho jerk's attitude. Finally, I reasoned that I could learn to turn them. Little did Daddy know how seriously I was to take our talk that night. I still dated macho boys, because I did not want to just retreat and give them up. But...my outlook totally changed. My very own father had acknowledged that I was an alpha woman! Watch out world! Daddy's Alfita is coming!
After that night, the macho boys became my prey. Wrapping them around my finger painlessly was my goal. It worked much of the time. I learned to make them say "Yes, Ma'am!". I learned to use the strap and paddle and other "tools". I became a cuckoldress way before the internet made the term popular. But maintaining a bad boy's submission 24/7 was just too darn taxing to want one for my Forever. It was fun to bag the trophy, it was fun to break them down and mold them into my subbies. But ultimately, I knew that the day would come when I would want to actually enjoy melding with a soulmate rather than breaking a bronco. So I learned to identify the ones with some degree of sub potential. I wanted to them to be alpha...but...I needed them to be just one small step down the pecking order. I could work with that. And that mindset ultimately lead me to my sweet cucky subby hubby. I still like dating and bedding respectful (well-endowed) alpha rebels, but I would not exchange my marriage for all of them in the world.
Now I am the one rambling...summing it up: A father can have a very powerful influence on his daughter's life. While my way of relating may be a bit more extreme than most alpha women, I have a lovely marriage to a wonderful man. We love each other fiercely. We mesh and meld and melt into each other's lives, souls.
My prayer for you is that you can play a part in her life that will lead her and encourage her to be all she can be, and be a happy and fulfilled woman in doing so.
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Thank you Daddy! I owe you my world!**
We don't want to be hassled.
