He introduced me to the idea of “little girl” play without even realizing he was into it. 

It started with him calling me a sweet girl before I fell asleep. Then a sweet little girl. Then just a little girl. And I didn’t really process it at first because I was tired. I also assumed that we were not going to be the sort of people who would be into “that stuff”. 

I was very, very wrong. It really picked up from there. We started putting ribbons in my hair. We even put my hair in pigtails. At first, I did it because I knew he liked it and I didn’t mind it. It was sexy seeing how excited he got. But, soon it got incredibly arousing for me. 

Then came the idea to start calling him “Daddy”. Not all the time. Just during those scenarios. Of course, this brings up the issue of if I have Daddy issues or something. I don’t. Seriously. I don’t want to have sex with my father. I don’t equate calling him Daddy to having him be my father. It’s just a name with some connotations of power, rather than incestuous undertones. 

Now, I love it. I can’t get enough of it.