Nineteen. The age at which my life changed forever. The time when “my baby bitch” and “my rapemeat” became the most endearing terms I could ever and would ever hear in my life. It’s the age that I gave my body and soul to a man I had never met but always felt was missing in my life, Daddy. That time, 8 years ago, I found out who I really am.
A typical day at the office, I was doing some paperwork and secretly chatting on random sites on my phone to find a bit of excitement. That’s when I found him. Our conversation was filled with dark and fiery desire the moment we began to speak. We spoke of our fantasies, and he told me of the things he wanted to do to me, things I had never seriously wanted to do until that point. He wanted to piss on me, he wanted to stretch my asshole raw, he wanted to use me as his fuckdoll in ways that I had never known I always wanted to experience. I was drawn in immediately, I couldn’t look away. We moved onto Skype so that we could speak more comfortably and from that point on, I changed into a woman that lived for him.