Babygirl was nervous.
‘Babygirl’? HA! She’d only ever been Susan. Hardworking, vanilla, living and working in the shadows, plain, unnoticeable Susan. This was Kinkworld. The real deal. She wasn’t ready for this. Was she?
Every new scenario she’d read, every DDlg erotica, every video on Fetlife where she’d imagined she was that lucky girl, had fuelled her decision to come here.
Susan couldn’t help but feel she was rushing into something for which she wasn’t completely ready. But where was the pressure coming from? It wasn’t coming from this handsome, welcoming man. He’d already mentioned at the café that he was a soft Dom, and that it was VERY important for her to tell him if she ever felt worried or too uncomfortable about ANYTHING at all.
So what was it? Was it the fact she was calling him Daddy? It did sound inappropriate, even wrong. He wasn’t her father. They didn’t even look alike. His gorgeous hair and stubble, his delicious accent, the confidence he clearly had, if he was her stepfather she’d probably spend all day thinking about…No! No! That’s so wrong! So forbidden. Daddy is just a word, just a word with control associations. God she wanted to be free and controlled by him. She needed a Daddy. Not having to worry about the pressures of her life and all the responsibility. So what if it was forbidden. Having someone that loved her and would take care of her? She deserved that feeling. ‘Daddy’ just made it sound extra fucking naughty and taboo.