The story of how we met.

When I found DomStoryTeller's blog (who for easy purposes I'll refer to as Jack and/or daddy) I was intrigued, horny, and I loved it. When I sent in my description for a rating he told me to kik him. I was terrified. I knew he was a sadist and while I'm a masochist and love pain, I was still nervous as to how much pain he would put me through. It took me a week to work up the courage to message him and the first time he called me on Skype I ignored the call because I was too scared.

Since then our relationship has grown so much. I am his and he is mine. I am his slut, his babygirl, his pet. I get to bug him until he Skypes me because I miss him, I get to tell him "I love you" whenever I want and hear it back. He's everything I could've ever wanted in a daddy, in a man. He's kind, stern, loving. He gets my humor and understands my ramblings. He tells me bedtime stories when I'm good and is fair in his punishments. I write his name on my ass so I'm constantly marked as his and I fucking love it. I never thought I would find a dom I would want to totally and truly belong to, or a man I would fall totally and completely in love with. But I did.

I called him a little shit once. That did not end well. I shushed him twice. That ended even worse. But I learned my lesson. Why call him a little shit when I can call him daddy, my love, my soul mate, my everything? Why shush him when I value his opinion so much, when he tells me how much he loves me, when I need his reassurance? He has brought so much joy and good into my life. And not just because he's the best daddy ever. But because he's more than that.

I've found the love of my life, my soul mate, the cheese to my pizza, if you will. And I couldn't be happier or more content.

~kik DomStoryTeller
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