My Fantasy Came True

Part of my problem can be traced back to when I was seven and my father abandoned us and moved in with his dental assistant. Two years later he lost his life in a freeway accident, his g7rlfriend got the life insurance, she was the only beneficiary of his will which included the house we lived in, my mother lost in court, we ended up in a dump, my mother plagued with depression and my sister and I grew up wearing donated clothes from our church.

I should let you know I am a lawyer now.

I was never been able to relate with men. Any men. I am not looking for sex with women, I fantasize having a man take me in a non consensual way. My fantasy is always the same, my car breaks down, a man stops, overpowers me, puts me in the trunk of his car, takes me to a secluded cabin in the woods, after abusing me sexually for hours, throwing me out on a deserted road naked. Same man. same car, same cabin, same penetration, same humiliation.

I should say I have recited my fantasy blow by blow to therapist.

Now, here is where the fantasy got real. I go to a conference, I meet a man, agree to dinner with him, he knocks on my hotel room later that night, I'm in my nighty and panties. He walks in, his eyes stare at my boobs, and then he looks into my eyes and tells me he is there for me. My heart raced, my mind turned off, my body surrendered. It was everything I fantasized, I admit to more than one orgasm, I closed my eyes and gave him a blowjob. I've slutted for him many times, I make enough not to need support, but I accept his g*fts and money. So, I have Daddy issues and I'm happy being his Sugar Baby.