Hush

“Hush.” There’s no other word quite like it, is there? It’s subtle yet more resolute than “shhh”, but not rough or abusive like “shut up”. It’s firm, unyielding, and unequivocal, just like the wonderful man who says it to me. I’ve never told Daddy this (although chances are he already knows!), but when he says “hush” to me, it sends lightning through my body and turns me on in the most squirmy, delectable way.

Daddy doesn’t generally like to silence me, and when you’re married to a woman as witty and charming as I am, why would you want to?? ;) Ok, ok, all goofiness aside, Daddy and I share a perfect partnership and enjoy each other’s company to the utmost. We go on hiking and driving adventures together, watch movies together, tease and play with each other, laugh constantly while we’re together, and talk about how we long to be together when we’re apart. We are very lucky to have each other! :)

That being said, it is always understood that Daddy is in charge at all times – that understanding is part of what makes our dynamic work as well as it does. He does not choose to exercise explicitly his authority much of the time, but we both know that he may do so whenever he chooses. “Hush” forms a part of this authority…

When I’m trying to make excuses for being mouthy or ill-mannered…hush. More words will not remedy the situation. It is time to listen and learn.

When I apologize effusively over and over again about something I’ve done…hush. One sincere apology is all that is necessary. Once Daddy has accepted the apology, we move on. It is over.

When he wishes to use me or rape me as his little whore…hush. He does not want to hear how much it hurts when he pushes his way into my unprepared pussy or when he pounds into my cervix. I am his to use and he’ll use me as he wishes, without any protest.

When he places the cock gag in my mouth, strapping it around my head, his mouth so close to my ear…a whispered hush. I couldn’t say anything even if I wanted to, but that one little word, uttered by the man who is my Master and my everything, centers and calms me. It is time to focus on my Daddy.


I’ve mentioned some other hot-button words before, words that trigger a deep-seated need to submit. Yet when Daddy and I started out on this journey together, I never figured that “hush” would be one of them. Now I don’t know what I would ever do without it…