Hi,

I'm a dominant but chill attractive and fit older daddy type looking for a younger woman who's interested in a dom/sub dynamic in the bedroom. I'm 6' tall, 175 lbs with a good build. Attractive face, a nice cock, and an ever-growing kink list. I'm recently tested and clean. But I'm not here to talk about me. I'm here to talk about you.

You are:

A student. Drexel or Penn to be exact. You're an undergrad and you're very serious about your major. Because you've always been a bit of an over-achiever. You've always felt the pressure from your parents to meet a high standard of academic success. They have put a lot of pressure on you, and in turn, you've put a lot of pressure on yourself. You really just want to make them happy. You're a people pleaser in that sense- you crave validation from others. Your social life is no different. Somehow you've surrounded yourself with girlfriends who are a constant reminder of what social norms are important, which standards are non-negotiable. You all dress nice, do your makeup and hair with precision, and subconsciously compete against each other and judge each other. They have put a lot of pressure on you, and in turn, you've put a lot of pressure on yourself.

And it's working. You're a student at an excellent school, and your grades are good. Your professors like you. You're attracting other girls with similar standards because of the way you've learned to carry yourself with your childhood friend group back home. So you spend your free time, always looking perfect, surrounded by a bunch of girls who always look perfect, and everything is perfect and everyone is perfect... but are you?

Because it's a lot. And you never seem to get a break from it. A couple weekends a month you're able to enjoy yourself at some house party and have some drinks and cut loose. And you always end up drinking a little bit too much because quite frankly it's the only time you seem to be able to achieve a quiet mind. It's the only refuge you've found thus far that can take you away from the anxiety, the worry, the planning, the strategizing, the fear of failure, the need for acceptance. You like the way it feels. It feels free. It makes you flirty, it makes you the object of some frat boy's attention. And you like the way that feels- but your friends are always there to drag you away before you can "embarrass yourself" like you did last Halloween when you went home with that random guy and even though you don't remember eating his ass he told all his buddies that you ate his ass and so now you're the girl who maybe eats ass. Thank goodness for friends.

But here's the thing- you liked it. You liked going home with that boy. You likes how aggressive and forward he was, how he took control of you. You liked how free you felt when you just gave in. When you stopped thinking so much and just started doing. You liked the way you felt slutty the next morning, doing the slut walk, still in your black body suit and cat ears, your cat face makeup smeared. You liked hearing the rumors about yourself. You liked that people were talking. At least, deep down in side. You didn't really like it, of course. That's not you, you're not that girl who gets wasted at parties and leaves with whomever. You're an honor roll student, you belong to clubs, your academic resume has been carefully crafted to put you on a trajectory towards success. You're too good to debase yourself, to act like or be perceived as a slut. But then why... why is your little pussy so wet? Why has the phrase "slut phase" been bouncing around so relentlessly in your head? Why do you crave to be used again?

Because you've found the secret to true mental freedom. Because when you were on your knees, so readily giving your obedience to a boy you had only just met, while you were eagerly and dutifully trying to fit his whole cock down your throat and earning his praise, while you were watching yourself be a slut for him almost as if you were out-of-body, your mind was clear. This wasn't like drinking, this wasn't like the fog of alcohol that helps you block out your thoughts and gives you relief. This was different. This was true mental clarity. True freedom. Nothing else mattered. Your mind was truly empty for the first time. It was bliss.

So now, one more thought to juggle. You need to stay focused on your school work, you need to maintain your social network, you need to be that little image of perfection that you've always been, and you need to stop daydreaming about having your slut phase. Right?

Wrong.

You do need to maintain your studies, this is the trajectory you chose and there is no stepping off the train now. But you do not need to deny yourself. You do not need to deprive yourself of simple pleasures. No, it's quite the opposite. I know you, and I know what you need. You need to find that submissive headspace again. You need to have those moments again, where you can truly take a vacation from your thoughts and worries. But you do not need to be two drinks too drunk at a house party in order to attract a boy and hope that he'll see through your facade the way that I do.

What you need to do is reach out to me. I already know you, in a sense. Now you need to know me. You'll keep me a secret, and I'll keep you safe. I will show you sides of yourself that you've only fantasized about. I'll show you sides of yourself that you didn't know you had. I'll never judge you, I'll never discourage you. In fact, I'll do the opposite. I'm going to push you forward. We're going to find your limits together, and I'm going to push them. I'll be your friend, your mentor- your dom. But that's all it will ever be.

We won't have a relationship, in any kind of traditional sense. No one in your life will know of me, your reputation will be protected. We'll schedule our time together and it will be my pleasure to put you back into that sub headspace. Let me take those thoughts away. Let me empty your head. Let me show you how free you'll feel when you're truly a "good girl", in the best sense of the words. Not a good girl who gets good grades. Not a good girl who is always there for her friends. Not a good girl who follows all the rules and upholds all the expectations.

Let me show you what it feels like to be a good girl, for daddy.

So tell me- does any of this speak to you? Because I know you. I know you're there, reading these words. Feeling validated, a bit intimidated. "How does this man I've never talked to seem to know me so well?" Because I'm older, I'm experienced, and I know you. I see you. And when you're on your knees, your cute face cradled in my big hand while I praise you, while I tell you what a perfect little slut you are, you will know me, and you will know that I see you.