cupcakes, haircuts and Daddy

Yesterday, that beautiful sunny day that happened had me down on Denman Street in The West End of Vancouver by 10 in the morning to get my haircut at a friends favorite salon. Lucky me not having to drive as I was whisked to the hair dresser as a passenger in my friends car. Oh how I hate driving.

While I was reclined back having my head massaged and shampooed by Jeff the hairdresser my friend went over to Cupcakes on Denman. An order of 2 dozen cupcakes to go along with a box of a dozen assorted iced mini cupcakes for my daughter and I to share is what she came back with. Cupcakes makes incredible little morsels of love. And boy do I ever have a sweet tooth! The gift was tasty and thoughtful, thanks F - both my daughter and I enjoyed them last night after dinner. In case you've never been these Cupcakes can be found at 1116 Davie Street. They've got a very cute site, enjoy!

Yesterday afternoon my daughter returned home after being away for over a week. It made me so happy to see her come through the front door and drop her stuff and come straight to me for some loving. I missed her so much, the last few days apart were a little rough, we were starting to phone and email one another to keep up. It's good to have her home with me. Of course, last night had her sleeping in my bed, and she drifted off to sleep listening to the sound of her mother at work typing on the computer. It's what she knows me to do.

Today I worked from 9:15-1:15 and it's easier to do with my daughter in summer day camp as I'm not feeling guilty about her being home alone while I'm out working. She's in day camp all week Monday - Friday. (thankfully as I work every day but Wednesday) This evening was again spent catching up as a mother to my daughter and readying for the upcoming October conference.

Jims been away in Olympia for days now and has just returned to Bellingham. I'm hoping that he'll be up tomorrow night with me as I'm in need of time with my Daddy. When I've got a lot going on in my life, I spend more time on my Daddies lap, figuring things out and calming myself down. It's my safe place, the place where things get fixed, healed and loved.

I'm overwhelmed as of late with work commitments and long term projects and Daddy helps to prioritize things for me so I can keep going. He's the person who calms the shakes that wash over my body often as I realize all that I've left to accomplish. He's the man who picks me up and dusts me off when the politics of my activism knock me down, over and over. He's the person who doesn't see me as Jennifer the sex activist, but rather as Jennifer the little girl and the woman struggling to mature my own way. I'm not looking to grow old based on how I was raised, society or fate. He's the man who recognizes that in me are layers upon layers to be revealed and he celebrates pulling back these layers with me and for me. My Daddy loves me and I love him, regardless of whether or not I'm calling him Jim or Daddy. It's because I'm so well taken care of and nurtured by my Daddy as his little girl that I'm able to head out in the world alone each day as the strong capable woman that I am.

Not wanting to ruin this idealic vision and all of my Daddy and I but here's the deal. There is a whole other side to our relationship than lapsitting and making Jennifer feel better that's more about my Daddy and this is a seperate Blog post another day. Know though that my Daddy takes liberties with my body & self, makes rules and enforces them on me, ties me up and suspends me, takes from me things you would call personal freedoms and all the while keeps me safe and loved. Another post, another day.

There is a photo on the front of my worksite of my thighs & mons, Daddy took it a few months back after some private bondage play time between us. Looking at the rope marks on my thighs I remember how uncontrolled & antsy I'd felt inside till he finally tied me up. Then finally tied up tight, the feeling of flight of body and soul as I was unable to move yet my emotions / lust took off in flight. My feet could not get me anywhere for a change since I was bound and I had no choice but to submit to the sensations that both the rope and my Daddy were creating in and on me. Go and have a peek at the photo it's at the bottom of this page. And while there read about this Saturday July 23rds Bondage Play party that I'm hosting.

I should get back to work now so there will still be some time left in the night for me to sleep.

blessings

Jennifer
Daddys girl