How could I describe it? The slap across my face. Well, it was hard, stiff, and it stung. It was humiliating. But it was also…exciting? Maybe even loving?

The man standing before me is nothing like what society says I should be in love with. For starters he’s more than twice my age, he could be my father, maybe even my grandfather. And he’s no Clooney. He has a sizeable belly, thin balding hair, and a look that screams he is in control, not through charm but intimidation and force.

How did I end up here? In his home, office, or the filthy motel in the very bad part of the city?

Was it because my father left us when I was very young and I’ve never had a male role model to look up to? To guide me? To teach me?

Was it because of my mother? Who after he left turned to drinking and a string of one night stands who used her, badly from what I could hear, and never returned?

Was it because of how I looked? Shy, timid, with some extra weight I could never fully lose. The way the girls and boys teased me, how I never felt good enough?

All I wanted was to find my Prince Charming and live out a fairytale life, but that’s not what I found at all. Instead I found the evil king. One who enjoys using me like an object, and reminding me how imperfect I am. But you keep me around. Does that mean you love me?

I would love to discuss our characters and backstories more, even how and where we met. Are you my professor? Boss? A stranger from Snapchat?

Are you married? Does she know?

My kinks are long and varied, but centre on those that are dark, painful and humiliating. My limits are scat, blood and underage.

Sorry but I only play in PM, no chat

Hope to hear from you:)