Daddy and I had been talking for about a month before we actually met. We knew enough about each other to know that we would be a good fit for one another, but, as he always says, there is no substitute for actually being with somebody to know if you’ll work as a couple. He was so very right.
Backing up a bit, I had never been in a true D/s relationship, but had known for quite some time that I craved submission. It wasn’t until recently, though, that I realized that I could no longer deny the gnawing ache inside of me. I needed to find a Dom…and I found Daddy.
On the night we met online, we established a pleasant, easy-going and humorous rapport from the very beginning, which is something that we continue to share and which I value implicitly. Yet, even through the light conversation about screen name choices and the “how are you doing tonights,” Daddy found a way to steer the conversation toward the sexual proclivities that had drawn us to each other. As he began a long string of questions (“Do you like to be spanked?” “Would you be able to be my princess, my partner and my little whore, baby girl?”…), I realized that I was revealing my all to this extremely intelligent stranger…and I wasn’t concerned in the least. Nobody had ever called me “baby girl” or “little girl” and I had certainly never called any of my previous partners “Daddy.” And yet again, my disarming Dom had me teetering on the edge of my comfort zone. Filling the role of his submissive baby girl felt amazingly right…as it still does and always will.
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