Finally in person with Daddy [M-f] [DDlg] [learning] [shy] [pet] [no sex]

All of the characters are consenting adults. I write from my POV, as the “little one,” and I’m nearly 30. Wanted to be REALLY clear on that, as some of you may find your way here via my profile and not understand the DDlg dynamic.?

[Here’s a reddit post linking an article about DDlg and some good discussion, if it’s helpful to anyone.](https://www.reddit.com/r/DDlgAdvice/comments/d9x9xy/great_way_to_explain_ddlg/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share)

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**“Kitty, I need to talk to you for a minute, alright? Put that down.”**

You’re appraising me from the couch. I’ve been lost in my sketchbook for the last hour or so, but seeing your expression makes me drop my charcoal pencil right away.

**“Come over here, baby girl.” Your voice is calm and controlled as you pat your knee.**

My heartbeat accelerates. I try to read your intonation, but you’re not giving anything away. It’s been a thrilling first week of finally living with you after being your long-distance sub for so long. We’ve had a fascinating sort of reset to our relationship. Suddenly I’m just as shy as I was in those very early messages and video calls. Giddy like a little girl. Neverending waves of butterflies in my stomach. Unable to stop staring, but also incapable of meeting your gaze for more than a split second.

The origin story o[f] [m]y exhibition kink.

There are a few particular pages of my real-life story that I like to reread once in a while, and one of the best is a dreamlike memory I have from college involving the TA from my photography class. The story begins after midnight in a bar, and ends at 5 in the morning with a mortified janitor waking a naked and hungover sleeping beauty on the photo lab couch. Truth be told, I’m certain it was the beginning of my exhibition kink.

While I do love the “build up” of the story – the main event in this case has enough tension for me to skip the intro. All you need to know is that “Greg” was a quiet and unconventionally handsome presence in the darkroom during my senior-year B&W film photo class. For most of the semester, we didn’t speak, but I’m certain he caught me quickly looking away and blushing bright red on more than one occasion.