I craved it. I needed it. I desired it.
Daddy and I have had lots of fun. Lots of punishments, lots of playtime. Lots of amazing sex. But I crave more. I want to be totally owned. I want to give up my control to daddy because to me thats the ultimate form of respect for someone you love. I want daddy to make my decisions, guide me in the bedroom, explore my kink, and be my protector. So tonight, we start small and explore our kink.
Daddy takes me to a local bar. I got dressed up for daddy, wearing heels, a crop top and a pair of skinny jeans. I know he appreciates the effort I put in. He looks at me and just stares. When I am spending time with daddy, I try and always look my best. He deserves a woman that wants to spoil him and treat him amazing in every way. When I dress the way he likes, I know it pleases him and that is most important to me.
We sit at a table and order drinks. Both of us have had a long few weeks and need to relax. Halfway through a rum a coke, I'm feeling pretty frisky. I turd to daddy and we start to kiss. Slowly at first, letting the emotions build. Daddy slips his tongue into my mouth and I lean into his kiss and open my mouth for him. Daddy stops kissing me and suddenly leaves for the bathroom.
I wait a few minutes on daddy and finally look at my phone. I notice a text on it- "come back to the bathroom and suck my cock for 1 minute". I'm elated. I practically run back there. I get to please daddy AND be adventurous. This is what I want, what I need. This is the kind of man I want to take care of me. I go into the bathroom and without question I get on my knees. His cock is out of his pants and waiting on me. I take it into my mouth and coat it with my saliva. I thrust up and down and massage the back of his shaft with my tongue. I can tell daddy appreciates. After a minute, he tells me to stop and go back to the table. I obey.
We sit and talk, and enjoy each other some more. Daddy and I start talking about all of the kinky things we would and wouldn't do. I start to get really excited. I'm starting to realize more and more that I really want this lifestyle. The adventure. The immaturity of it. The total submission to daddy. If he says flash me in a bar, I would be more than willing to do so. I have a primal need to please him. To show him I adore him. I start to realize that I want to change how I live so I can serve him...