I've always loved women. For as long as I can remember, I have loved women. The idea of a man touching me never repulsed me. I've been with men, lots of them as a teenager. But a woman is different. Soft skin, soft touch, the moans, the way they smell. It's always been intoxicating. So at 25 when I came out as a lesbian, it was a shock to no one. But if anyone knew the relationship I've had with my current girlfriend, they would truly be shocked. I've always wanted to tell the story, so now I will.
I'm currently 33 years old and own my home. I work from home and am pretty high up in my company, so I make plenty of money. I have no children, a decent sized house, and have always wanted to spoil a woman. I've had girlfriends since I came out and before that I've had amazing sex with. But the sex that was always memorable (and I always masturbated to later) was when I got to take control. I've tried this relationship out with other girls but they were never able to truly slip into that submissive role. Until this one.
I met her the day I turned 30 on Reddit of all places. She had just turned 18 a couple weeks before and posted about wanting a "mommy" to take care of her. I messaged her immediately. She was beautiful. I'm a fuller figured woman, size 18, and she is around a size 6. We started talking and I knew immediately she was the one. She told me how she wanted a mommy to take care of her and she would take care of me. Now, I know this sounds too good to be true. I vetted her, browsed her Facebook, Insta, all that. We talked on the phone, FaceTimed, and got to know each other for a few months. I told her about my life. She told me that she always knew she was a lesbian but was very afraid to tell her parents. She was still a virgin but masturbated with her fingers regularly. Things got very spicy quite a few times and she proved she could do as she was told. She has the most beautiful pussy I've ever seen. She would do anything I asked her to do without hesitation.
After 4 months of us getting to know each other, very intimately I might add, we started talking about her moving in. The parameters were she would be my "baby" and I would be her "mommy". I would continue to work, she would do things for me (not house chores, I had a housekeeper and I enjoy cooking for myself) and I would take care of her in return. She would not have to work but would need to be there any time I wanted her (and as long as she wanted it obviously, I wasn't trying to force her into anything). She agreed and was on a plane a week later. I set up a room for her. Something she balked at when she first got there. I let her know that I like my room set up in a very specific way and, while she would obviously be welcome to sleep with me every night if she wanted, that her room was a place for her stuff to go and for her to sleep if she just needed to be alone. She agreed and unpacked her things.