PAPI

I just had manicure taken care of in North Clapham and had two hours to spare. Did I want to go to London Bridge and meet him, however briefly, or (let’s be serious!) go straight home in Kensington with plenty of time to prepare for my first client at 4pm.

We met online only late last night. There seemed to be no way for us to meet before his flight back to Switzerland the next day but somehow in the course of the morning we worked it out. There were forty minutes that we could spend together, I must have changed my mind ten times but at the very end I decided to take the train to London Bridge.

Extremely spontaneous from the very start we decided to look for a pub by the river, ordered drinks, looked for a more secluded sitting area and very soon…….. we begun kissing and touching right there in the midst of the pub crowd. That’s when he begun telling me about the wives he likes to fuck.

Whispering in my ear he told me how sometimes he takes their wedding ring, puts it in the condom, he cums in the condom and then either gives it back to the cuck husband who usually watches, or gives it back to the wives to scoop out. Sometimes he keeps the ring and returns it to them by post the next day.

He begun to call me little slut. Little girl, little whore. He begun naming himself Daddy. These were all labels new to me. I have never, until this point, ever called anyone Daddy. I actually always saw this as way too twisted, in my opinion it suggests incest and the kind of role play I’ve always refused to play.

But I understood other things in the course of our later correspondence, things that changed me, things that suddenly begun to turn me on massively. There is nothing I love more now than to call him Daddy, and for him to call me his little slut.

But I am rushing too far ahead……

Back at the pub, listening to his stories, I felt myself becoming wetter and wetter. I thought that this man is crazy, what deviousness and insanity, but the more we interacted the more I felt turned on, I loved the obvious affection in our kisses, to feel his gorgeous fit butt with my hands, his thighs were to die for, I was literally THIS close to taking him to the pub bathrooms and fuck him there and then, nothing would have been sexier to me than to say good bye and wish him a safe flight with his seed inside me.

Still……. I know I am crazy, but not that crazy, and I didn’t do it.

A couple of days later he flew to China and we lost touch. I thought that he wasn’t serious, I didn’t keep in touch either but 10 days later, thoughts of him never truly fading away, I decided to text him: “I am still your little slut. I want you in January. I hope you are well”.

He instantly replied explaining how glad he is that I reached out, that he always needs to delete everything before entering China (“I can’t have chats like that going into China, I just assume my phone and laptop can be checked”) and that once back home he wasn’t able to find my details. This was the beginning of an extremely hot correspondence which is still ongoing.

The other night I picked his brain about the cuckolding scenarios he loves so much. His answer was: “I think being “good looking and athletic” (excuse the arrogance) and understanding the dynamic and respecting that dynamic massively, and therefore totally empathising with perhaps the demons the cuck husband is facing, if new to it, and holding his hand to make sure he knows that the man taking his wife respects and doesn’t judge him and probably most important that it is utterly safe and discreet and will make him feel ok about his decision.”

My “superpower” if you want is always focusing on the husband to make him comfortable, and safe, I think a lot of “bulls” or wanna be, think it’s all about alpha male behaviour, in fact it’s the opposite, you are being invited into the most sacred, intimate scenario, and if you want it to grow then you must respect it as such, hence I could be picky, (I walked away from many couples after the first meeting) or, on the other hand, a relationship can develop, things could go dark and boundaries be pushed, (weekends away with their wives, etc.), I mention looks, and fitness, because the combination of that and my mind and understanding create the environment that works.”

Wow, I’ve never been given such an extensive introduction into cuckolding. It is brilliant, I have never looked at it this way. It has been a while that I’ve been looking for someone to get into my head as well as my body (excuse the pun!), I understood that the relationship between little girl and Daddy has nothing incestuous about it and by and by, story after story, my head got spun round and I am now obsessed with DD/lg.

He asked me whether I’ve ever tried a butt plug.

“I haven’t”.

“I want to buy you one.”

“You want me to wear it while you fuck me?”

“Yes.”

“Then find a small one for me Daddy.”

“Small? I’ll choose the size my little one.”

“You kill me when you call me that…”

Another extremely sexy detail he shared is that when he is with a wife he gets off on her tell him that she loves him. When he is inside her, he likes her to look him in the eye and tell him “I love you”.

“And usually…… they do, and mean it. Love making them say they love me when I’m fucking them.”

Me: “Would you like me to tell you that I love you when you fuck me?”

“Yes slut like a good girl.”

Me: “I would love to tell you I love you when you are inside me….….”

“Good little one. I can tell you some of my dirtier stories too when I’m inside you, to make you wetter. You are going to get my seed. I will start slowly then fuck you hard when I’m about to cum. Take all my load inside you. Breed you. Daddy’s little girl.”

Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr 

To be continued…………