Daddy wasn’t into BDSM before he met me. He knew he had the trait of being possessive and wanting to control but he had never been able to grasp just what it was he wanted.
We met online in a rather more innocent way and just talked about random stuff, family and work etc. But our attraction grew and talk soon turned to our experiences. He had had a few naughty ones but I don’t think he was ready for mine.
Submissive, owned, painslut, MFM, FFM, all the good stuff, right?
He wanted to know more and his need to touch me grew to great proportions.
We agreed we would meet out of our respective towns and book the same hotel. Separate rooms.
It was all so exciting but nerve wracking also
We met for drinks and chatted away just like we always did online and over text. And then we decided to go back to my room. He wanted to look at the groups I was in and some of my more riskier photos.