I never thought I'd find myself in this situation, but here I am, sitting in a dimly lit bar, waiting for him. The place is buzzing with the usual Friday night crowd, but I can't shake the nervousness that's settled deep in my stomach. I'm here for an age play encounter, something I've never done before, and the thought both terrifies and excites me.

"You look like you could use a drink," a deep voice says from beside me. I turn to see him, the man from the online ad. He's older, maybe mid-thirties, with a rugged charm that's hard to ignore. His eyes are a piercing blue, and his smile is both comforting and slightly mischievous.

"Scotch, neat," I reply, my voice barely above a whisper. He signals the bartender, and soon, a glass is placed in front of me.

"So, you're the one who answered my ad," he states, taking a sip of his own drink. His voice is smooth, confident. "I'm glad you decided to show up."

I nod, taking a hesitant sip of my scotch. "I wasn't sure if I should come," I admit, setting the glass down. "It's all new to me."

He chuckles softly, his eyes never leaving mine. "That's okay. We'll take it slow. You can call me Daddy if you want," he suggests, watching my reaction closely.

The term sends a shiver down my spine, a mix of discomfort and thrill. "Okay," I manage to say, my voice a bit shaky.

"Good girl," he praises, his tone warm and approving. "Now, tell me, what are you most nervous about?"

I hesitate, then confess, "I've never done anything like this. I don't know what to expect."

He leans closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Let me show you. I promise, it'll be fun. We'll start with some simple rules, and if at any point you want to stop, just say so."

I nod, taking a deep breath. "Okay, Daddy."

His smile widens, and he signals for the check. "Let's get out of here. I have a room upstairs. We can be more comfortable there."

As we walk to the elevator, my heart races. The thought of being alone with him, in a private space, is both terrifying and exhilarating. He senses my anxiety and gently takes my hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

"It's going to be alright," he murmurs, his voice calm and soothing. "Just relax and enjoy."

The elevator doors open, and we step into the quiet, dimly lit hallway. He leads me to a room at the end, unlocking the door with a keycard. Inside, the room is cozy, with soft lighting and a large, plush bed.

"Make yourself comfortable," he says, gesturing to the bed. "I'll be right back."

I sit down, my nerves still on edge. The room feels safe, yet the anticipation of what's to come is overwhelming. He returns a few minutes later, carrying a small bag.

"I brought a few things," he explains, setting the bag down. "We can use them if you want."

I nod, watching as he pulls out a few items—a tube of lubricant, an anal plug, and some restraints. My breath catches in my throat at the sight, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through me.

"It's up to you," he assures me, his eyes gentle. "We can start with some teasing, if you like."

I swallow hard, then nod. "Okay, Daddy."

He smiles, sitting beside me on the bed. "First, let's just talk. Tell me what you like, what you don't like."

As we talk, the initial tension begins to fade, replaced by a growing sense of trust and desire. The night is young, and the possibilities are endless.

As the night deepened, the room filled with a charged silence, punctuated only by our breaths and the soft hum of the air conditioner. Daddy's eyes held a playful glint as he watched me, his hand slowly tracing patterns on my back. The initial nerves had given way to a simmering anticipation, each moment drawing us closer to the edge of what we both desired.

"Are you ready to play, little one?" he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down my spine.

I nodded, my mouth dry, as he reached for the lubricant. His fingers were warm as he spread the cool gel over my skin, his touch both gentle and firm. I closed my eyes, focusing on the sensations, the slick glide of his hand a tantalizing prelude to what was to come.

"Open your eyes, look at me," he commanded softly, and I obeyed, meeting his gaze. The intensity in his eyes was mesmerizing, a mix of desire and tenderness that made my heart race.

He picked up the anal plug, its smooth surface glistening under the dim light. "This might feel a bit strange at first," he warned, his voice reassuring. "But I'll be right here, taking it slow."

With a deep breath, I relaxed as much as I could, feeling the slight pressure as he gently pushed the plug inside. The sensation was foreign yet strangely arousing, a mix of discomfort and pleasure that made my body tense and then relax in waves.

"Good girl," he praised, his hand resting on my hip. "Now, let's add a bit more fun."

He retrieved the restraints from the bag, securing my wrists to the bedposts with gentle yet firm movements. The feeling of being bound, yet safe in his care, was intoxicating. I watched him through half-lidded eyes, my body humming with a mix of submission and excitement.

"You're doing so well," he murmured, his voice a caress against my skin. "Now, let me show you how good it can feel."

He positioned himself above me, his large cock pressing against my entrance. The sight of him, so powerful and in control, was a potent aphrodisiac. With a slow, steady thrust, he entered me, filling me completely. I gasped at the fullness, the sensation overwhelming yet undeniably pleasurable.

"Feel me inside you," he whispered, his hips moving in a steady rhythm. "Let it consume you."

I arched my back, meeting his thrusts, the pleasure mounting with each movement. The room faded away, leaving only the two of us, lost in the dance of our bodies. His hands were everywhere, gripping, caressing, eliciting moans and whimpers from deep within me.

"That's it, little one," he groaned, his voice rough with desire. "Let go for me."

The climax built slowly, a wave cresting higher and higher until it crashed over me, sending me spiraling into a vortex of sensation. I cried out, my body trembling as the waves of pleasure washed through me, leaving me spent yet utterly fulfilled.

Daddy collapsed beside me, his breathing heavy, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. "You were amazing," he whispered, his hand stroking my hair. "Just amazing."

I lay there, my body still tingling with the aftershocks of pleasure, my heart full of a contentment I had never known. The night was far from over, and as we lay together, the possibilities of what else we could explore seemed endless.