Stephanie 844-33-CANDY Ext 454
Work was never the same after meeting him. I found myself thirsty for his cock, his mouth & his touch. I would get so wet with a flutter in my chest while driving to the bar&grill where I worked as a server. I was addicted. He turned me out but not before turning me onto things I never knew existed. Early twenties, I knew of BDSM but not on this level. He showed up, like normal. Never knowing which day he would show up. Never knowing where he would take me when we would sneak off on my break. The unknown kept me on my toes, kept me eager to please him and show off for him. Knowing he was watching me serve other men and flirt with other men. But he knew he had me and that he owned me, I was his Sub and he was my Dom daddy. He would slip me notes while I worked the bar. Little notes of instructions for the upcoming week.
These secret notes consisted of specific duties as his sub. Because I never knew when he would show up at the bar, I had to make sure I was always dressed based upon his requests.
