Surprising Daddy kink..

It started on a kink subreddit that's supposed to be all about converting feminists, which honestly, I was just commenting on out of morbid curiosity and a passing fascination. This guy messaged me and I expected some cringey, one dimensional dominant/misogynistic type, but our chat was nothing like that. Well.. okay maybe like a little misogynistic stuff but that’s, like, kind of the whole point, and also 100% roleplay. For days, we talked and I was completely captivated by him as a person during and after we finished playing.

One day he somehow convinced me to start calling him daddy. Now.. I never thought the "daddy" kink would be something I ever got into, but with him, it felt different. It felt weirdly right for some reason especially the more I called him that. I kept telling myself that it doesn’t mean anything. Things changed when he scolded me for being up late at night. In my head, I had this vivid, image: me in his oversized tshirts, walking downstairs to find him sitting in a chair, reading the paper (cliche, sue me). His stern but caring voice saying “my dear, why are you up?” and I felt this overwhelming feeling of embarrassment and arousal that was so strong, and it was triggered by feeling small and cared for in that moment.

Now every time he calls me "good girl" I melt. The longer he assumes this role of looking out for me, the more I want to surrender to it. Today, for example, he told me I should take a nap on my lunch break because he knew I was up at 3am talking to him. And I actually considered it. I sat in my car and closed my eyes and thought about how it would feel to just listen to him, not because I was that tired, but because he told me to and he knows I want to make him happy. In my mind, he's not just some random guy from the internet, he's my daddy.

I do think he's been carefully, planting this kink in my mind without me even realizing it, and the most terrifying part is how much I love it.