*Reposting from my previous delete profiles. As folks keep asking me for it.*
*I quickly fell into a routine after the first day. I sent him my course schedule and he worked around that once University started. I serviced him, with pleasure, 3 to 4 times a week. The sex was amazing. I had never been used by anyone like this before. It was rough. It was degrading. It was primal. Outside of sex things were normal and I genuinely enjoyed my time with him. My weekly allowance continued to arrive like clockwork.*
*I had started referring to him as Daddy by the time of the events below, as he was the dominant in our relationship. Please don’t think there was anything more to it.*
About six weeks in he invited me over to his condo on a Friday and asked me to sleepover. He was going to cook for me and told me to dress up.
I plugged my ass as instructed, put on a black corset and thong pair from Agent Provocateur, which he paid for, and a long black wrap dress. I imagined this is what his high end escorts wore to their “dates”. *I suppose I was an escort as well, I just had the one client*.