The late winter breeze ruffled my hair as I walked downtown. I was just 10 minutes away from our first meeting, and my entire body was electric. I thought back to all those late Saturday nights over drinks after your shifts. Wouldn’t it be fun if I visited and we finally locked a collar around me? Wouldn’t it be so cute to see me on my knees, drinking out of a water bowl?
I only meant it half-seriously, followed shortly after with an invitation to slip into the bathroom and see what happens. But eventually half-serious turned into serious, and when I proposed the idea for real, there was no weirdness about it, no apprehension, no unspoken boundary crossed. I wanted you to dominate me, Daddy, and you relished the chance.
When I finally reached the place, I was dumbstruck. I had imagined an underground sanctuary hidden deep below town. Not, as it turned out, an old office building with about a dozen floors. I punched the number in the elevator and waited, my heart pounding. No t...
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