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Women Only
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Straight Female / 27
I should title this a confession of a sugar baby,
I was 23 and I met him because he walked into the shop I was working at looking for a Mother's Day gift for his wife. We talked and I asked him a lot of questions trying to come up with the right gift for him. He told me that he and his wife were working through some difficult times, and he just wanted something to let her know he cared, a sort of peace offering. We found this crystal bowl, I suggested that he should put two dozen roses in it and give her the roses and the bowl. I had done my job, except that when he left he patted my cheek and told me I was a good girl.
He came back after Mother's Day to report to me, this time he told me he found me to be really pretty, he always imagined that a girl should look like me, this time he didn't pat my face, he ran his finger up and down my cheek and told me that I made him want to hold me, to fill me, to make me lose my mind. I hadn't noticed that he had his hand on my mine and he asked what it would take to get a kiss. When I caught my breath and told him that I couldn't do that, he said that if he couldn't kiss me then I should kiss him and he put his cheek towards me and I kissed his cheek.
He took me out and back to his company's corporate apartment and had sex with me. I woke up beside a man who was exactly one year younger than my father. The corporate apartment never got used after that, not for corporate purposes, he kept it and he used it and that is where we met. I guess the definition of being a sugar baby is being half his age, and getting money and jewelry and a car and having sex with him all the time. If so I was his sugar baby and he was my sugar daddy. I got money all the time, thousands of dollars, he kept telling me to move into a nice place and get out of the shit hole I lived in. He introduced me to this woman who ran an art gallery, an upscale art gallery and he put her in charge of educating me.
I don't know how much money she got, but she got lots of money from him too. She found a nice place for me to move to and she found nice clothes for me to wear and she kept finding all kinds of jewelry for me to wear, including putting some of hers on me. She was in charge of me and she made sure I was always dressed up. When it was my night to spend with him she softened me up and gave me deep massages so that I would be nice and relaxed for him when he came over. By then I was working with her at the gallery, all the clients were wealthy patrons and she knew them all by name. She introduced me to some of the women as his baby doll, and would tell her patrons that if only she had met me first she would have eaten me up instead now she had to take care of me so that when he came to dinner he would not go home hungry. She was an out and out lesbian and I'm sure so were some of the women patrons that came to look or by something.
Over time I became fully part of that crowd, going to parties, some of which he attended, and some at which both he and his wife attended. I was always escorted by my guardian who made sure I was always presentable, the best bouquet at the party. If he wasn't there she kept me very close to her, she spoke of me as hers and she said I wasn't for sale or rent. I was deep into the world of wealthy women who spent their free time with other women, if they were lesbian or just went in for the sex it was hard for me to tell. They knew I was not for touching, they knew whose I really was and everyone pretended everything and I was his baby doll once or twice a week.
I guess that somewhere between that first day I met him and the day he told me that I had gotten under his skin and he was in love with me I had fallen in love with him. According to my guardian, who knew him best, I was the first girl he had fallen for, and it was all her fault and she should have left me plain like day old bread. But she made sure that my place was set up for him, and she made sure that my place was decorated and set up. It was all her taste, I learned a lot from her, but it was her taste of what his house should look like and his coming home to girl should look like. She told me hundreds of times she wanted me, but she knew better. She had been his girl a long time ago, before she had realized that her wants and his wants were for the same type of girl.
Being the baby doll, the sugar baby, with a governess takes some getting used to. But I am used to it now, and I am glad she is my governess, maybe if she didn't like what he likes she wouldn't be so good to me. I like her liking me like that, not that I would get on a bed with her or anything like that, but I just love being taken care of by her.
I was 23 and I met him because he walked into the shop I was working at looking for a Mother's Day gift for his wife. We talked and I asked him a lot of questions trying to come up with the right gift for him. He told me that he and his wife were working through some difficult times, and he just wanted something to let her know he cared, a sort of peace offering. We found this crystal bowl, I suggested that he should put two dozen roses in it and give her the roses and the bowl. I had done my job, except that when he left he patted my cheek and told me I was a good girl.
He came back after Mother's Day to report to me, this time he told me he found me to be really pretty, he always imagined that a girl should look like me, this time he didn't pat my face, he ran his finger up and down my cheek and told me that I made him want to hold me, to fill me, to make me lose my mind. I hadn't noticed that he had his hand on my mine and he asked what it would take to get a kiss. When I caught my breath and told him that I couldn't do that, he said that if he couldn't kiss me then I should kiss him and he put his cheek towards me and I kissed his cheek.
He took me out and back to his company's corporate apartment and had sex with me. I woke up beside a man who was exactly one year younger than my father. The corporate apartment never got used after that, not for corporate purposes, he kept it and he used it and that is where we met. I guess the definition of being a sugar baby is being half his age, and getting money and jewelry and a car and having sex with him all the time. If so I was his sugar baby and he was my sugar daddy. I got money all the time, thousands of dollars, he kept telling me to move into a nice place and get out of the shit hole I lived in. He introduced me to this woman who ran an art gallery, an upscale art gallery and he put her in charge of educating me.
I don't know how much money she got, but she got lots of money from him too. She found a nice place for me to move to and she found nice clothes for me to wear and she kept finding all kinds of jewelry for me to wear, including putting some of hers on me. She was in charge of me and she made sure I was always dressed up. When it was my night to spend with him she softened me up and gave me deep massages so that I would be nice and relaxed for him when he came over. By then I was working with her at the gallery, all the clients were wealthy patrons and she knew them all by name. She introduced me to some of the women as his baby doll, and would tell her patrons that if only she had met me first she would have eaten me up instead now she had to take care of me so that when he came to dinner he would not go home hungry. She was an out and out lesbian and I'm sure so were some of the women patrons that came to look or by something.
Over time I became fully part of that crowd, going to parties, some of which he attended, and some at which both he and his wife attended. I was always escorted by my guardian who made sure I was always presentable, the best bouquet at the party. If he wasn't there she kept me very close to her, she spoke of me as hers and she said I wasn't for sale or rent. I was deep into the world of wealthy women who spent their free time with other women, if they were lesbian or just went in for the sex it was hard for me to tell. They knew I was not for touching, they knew whose I really was and everyone pretended everything and I was his baby doll once or twice a week.
I guess that somewhere between that first day I met him and the day he told me that I had gotten under his skin and he was in love with me I had fallen in love with him. According to my guardian, who knew him best, I was the first girl he had fallen for, and it was all her fault and she should have left me plain like day old bread. But she made sure that my place was set up for him, and she made sure that my place was decorated and set up. It was all her taste, I learned a lot from her, but it was her taste of what his house should look like and his coming home to girl should look like. She told me hundreds of times she wanted me, but she knew better. She had been his girl a long time ago, before she had realized that her wants and his wants were for the same type of girl.
Being the baby doll, the sugar baby, with a governess takes some getting used to. But I am used to it now, and I am glad she is my governess, maybe if she didn't like what he likes she wouldn't be so good to me. I like her liking me like that, not that I would get on a bed with her or anything like that, but I just love being taken care of by her.
