Straight Female / 32
The Choice He Gave Me Was To Make Him Happy
I misspent my twenties, getting in credit card debt and killing my credit score to nothing. I was driving an old explorer and I had to have it towed to a shop and they told me it was 1500 to get it running but 3500 if wanted them to fix it. I couldn't get any credit for it and I went to my supervisor and asked her if the company could lend me the money, I could pay 100 a month.
She told me she wasn't authorized for that and she went to the CFO. He asked her to send me in to explain my situation. I got a long lecture on maturity and overspending and wasting my life away partying. The company could not lend me the money because it was against policy. If he lent me the money, what could I do to make him happy. "Think hard girl, what are you going to do to make me happy?"
I didn't have any money and 100 a month was a stretch so he said I had to "make him happy". It was a personal loan. I told him I could give him a blowjob. He said I was thinking wrong, blowjobs are for the moment, he wanted to be happy. I told him I didn't know, I didn't even know what he meant by making him happy. "You're a woman aren't you, how do you make men happy?" In the end he wanted all of me, every inch of me, at night and in the morning, at breakfast and dinner. He wanted vagina and tits, but he also wanted me cuddled, keep him company at night.
I had no choice really so I accepted and I started by letting him hold me and kiss me, kiss me until I got too hot to stand still, then he felt me up, to check me out and make sure I was a woman. He did get me to give him a blowjob in the office before sending me away with a check in my hand. I got my car fixed and I moved into an apartment where he could see me. He slept with me, he had sex with me too, and I had to fix his breakfast. He took me to the mall and bought me clothes to dress me. I had to model every piece of every outfit. He had me model the underwear after we got back to the apartment. I had a session with a beauty parlor for my hair and nails, and a session with a Brazilian spa to make me pretty for him.
He gave me a debit card that always had money. He took me to the theatre and other nice places. He called me his Honey, his Sweetheart, his midnight Baby. When I had him between my legs and he was fucking me he wanted me to hold onto him with my arms around his neck and call him Daddy.
My supervisor at work called me a sell out. She called him my 'Master" and called me his "Slave girl". I never paid him back, not with money. I can't pay the debt because there is no 'settlement clause', I have to keep him happy.
I asked him for another car, one that was safer. Why would he want me to be in a car that he wouldn't get into. If I got hurt or killed then he would be sad and that wasn't happy. The only way I can keep him happy is to be with him. I got a car, and a house, and closet full of clothes. I sleep with him and make him happy when he wants me. I know I sold out, I know I'm probably a high dollar prostitute. I know that. I also know that making him happy is what makes me happy. That includes all the sex and the role playing. I like his spankings, I like his kisses, I like his manhandling, and his groping. And I like it when I have him between my legs and I put my arms around his neck and call him Daddy. I can't help it, I'm his sugar baby.
She told me she wasn't authorized for that and she went to the CFO. He asked her to send me in to explain my situation. I got a long lecture on maturity and overspending and wasting my life away partying. The company could not lend me the money because it was against policy. If he lent me the money, what could I do to make him happy. "Think hard girl, what are you going to do to make me happy?"
I didn't have any money and 100 a month was a stretch so he said I had to "make him happy". It was a personal loan. I told him I could give him a blowjob. He said I was thinking wrong, blowjobs are for the moment, he wanted to be happy. I told him I didn't know, I didn't even know what he meant by making him happy. "You're a woman aren't you, how do you make men happy?" In the end he wanted all of me, every inch of me, at night and in the morning, at breakfast and dinner. He wanted vagina and tits, but he also wanted me cuddled, keep him company at night.
I had no choice really so I accepted and I started by letting him hold me and kiss me, kiss me until I got too hot to stand still, then he felt me up, to check me out and make sure I was a woman. He did get me to give him a blowjob in the office before sending me away with a check in my hand. I got my car fixed and I moved into an apartment where he could see me. He slept with me, he had sex with me too, and I had to fix his breakfast. He took me to the mall and bought me clothes to dress me. I had to model every piece of every outfit. He had me model the underwear after we got back to the apartment. I had a session with a beauty parlor for my hair and nails, and a session with a Brazilian spa to make me pretty for him.
He gave me a debit card that always had money. He took me to the theatre and other nice places. He called me his Honey, his Sweetheart, his midnight Baby. When I had him between my legs and he was fucking me he wanted me to hold onto him with my arms around his neck and call him Daddy.
My supervisor at work called me a sell out. She called him my 'Master" and called me his "Slave girl". I never paid him back, not with money. I can't pay the debt because there is no 'settlement clause', I have to keep him happy.
I asked him for another car, one that was safer. Why would he want me to be in a car that he wouldn't get into. If I got hurt or killed then he would be sad and that wasn't happy. The only way I can keep him happy is to be with him. I got a car, and a house, and closet full of clothes. I sleep with him and make him happy when he wants me. I know I sold out, I know I'm probably a high dollar prostitute. I know that. I also know that making him happy is what makes me happy. That includes all the sex and the role playing. I like his spankings, I like his kisses, I like his manhandling, and his groping. And I like it when I have him between my legs and I put my arms around his neck and call him Daddy. I can't help it, I'm his sugar baby.
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