Steve had become my “Daddy,” and I had become his “Little Girl.” Yes, there was distance between us, but that made things a bit more interesting. I turned over complete control of my sex life to him. I am not able to do anything without his permission. If I want to go on a date, I ask permission – then Steve tells me what is allowed, and what is not. If I want to pleasure myself, I ask permission – then Steve tells me what to use, how to use it, and what I should think about. If Steve thinks of something he wants me to do, he tells me in explicit detail what he wants, and then gives me a deadline to do it by, expecting a full and honest report. On occasion Steve will call me and give me instructions over the phone as I carry them out right then and there. He once asked me to take topless pictures while at work for him. I followed directions – like I always do.