For my Daddy…

You are not just leather and command,
not just the slow drag of Your boot across the floor,
You are gravity.
and i’m the pull that never stops answering You.

When You speak, the air stands still.
my universe, this life that i am living, remembers Who built it.
i remember who taught me how to breathe.

You don’t rule me with fear.
You lead me with steadiness, with trust and with devotion.
With that strong knowing tone that says I see you,
even when i don’t see myself.

Especially when i don’t see myself.

Every scar, every layer of armor that was built before You,
easily peels away in Your presence.
The truth can’t help but show itself
when my Daddy is in the room.

You are the storm that i will always run toward.
You are the calm that i find inside it.
You have taught me such a life changing lesson,
that control isn’t about taking, it’s about holding space.
Power exchange is about building safety so strong,
that even the most broken pieces of me can trust again.

I have knelt in a thousand versions of myself, in many lifetimes;
but only in front of You.
Only through You did I learn what surrender really means.

It’s not weakness.
It’s worship.
It’s freedom dressed in obedience.
It’s “yes, Daddy” whispered
like a prayer that finally got answered.

You taught me that power can heal,
that love can dominate and still be soft,
that service can be holy,
and that when the one I serve
calls me boy, it’s the highest honor on earth.

So here’s my ultimate truth:
i am yours, Daddy.
Not out of need,
but by choice.
Because the person that i am
is so much stronger in Your shadow,
and always prouder in Your light.

And if the world ever forgets what leadership looks like,
they can watch You.
And if they ever forget what devotion sounds like,
they can listen closely when i say Your name.

Daddy.
Each syllable a promise.
Every breath a thank You.