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Women Only
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Straight Female / 24
He's My Daddy Now
I changed jobs for the opportunity. The dept head interviewed me. I was assigned to a team of older women. The dept head asked me to lunch the first day. And the second. The women on my team herded me to him, they repeatedly said he was my Daddy. It became my responsibility to see to it he had his coffee, go to lunch with him.
A group from college asked me to go with them on a long weekend to Las Vegas. My direct supervisory, a woman in her forties told me not to go unless I had my Daddy's permission. She was sure he wouldn't want me in Las Vegas. I didn't ask for permission, I told him. He was silent, obviously annoyed. Then I said 'so I don't have permission'. Right, I did not have his permission. I told my friends my work Daddy was against it.
We go to lunch for a birthday, he shows up later. I'm accommodated beside him. After lunch I'm told to ride with him so he wouldn't be alone. Standing at the valet he took my hand. In the car he clicked me into my seatbelt. Alone I asked him if he liked being my Daddy. He asked me, if I wanted him to be my Daddy. Put into a trap I had no choice but to say I wanted him to be my Daddy.
My supervisor moved me into her complex. My work Daddy took up my social time. It was no longer some secret. He was no longer referred as Mr. X, at work he was my Daddy. A nighttime dinner, and his arm on my chairback, my supervisor lowered his arm around me. Some where along the line he kissed me, and got personally involved in my non work life. It became a point of independence, but he brushed that aside and had sex with me.
It is silly and untrue to deny he's my Daddy. If he's not around to supervise me, my supervisor did so for him. And my work ladies in waiting are sure to step in if I'm not paying attention to him.
After sex it is hard to deny to yourself that you belong to a man. Once he crossed that line, I acknowledged publicly that my Daddy is my "Daddy". To friends and family.
A group from college asked me to go with them on a long weekend to Las Vegas. My direct supervisory, a woman in her forties told me not to go unless I had my Daddy's permission. She was sure he wouldn't want me in Las Vegas. I didn't ask for permission, I told him. He was silent, obviously annoyed. Then I said 'so I don't have permission'. Right, I did not have his permission. I told my friends my work Daddy was against it.
We go to lunch for a birthday, he shows up later. I'm accommodated beside him. After lunch I'm told to ride with him so he wouldn't be alone. Standing at the valet he took my hand. In the car he clicked me into my seatbelt. Alone I asked him if he liked being my Daddy. He asked me, if I wanted him to be my Daddy. Put into a trap I had no choice but to say I wanted him to be my Daddy.
My supervisor moved me into her complex. My work Daddy took up my social time. It was no longer some secret. He was no longer referred as Mr. X, at work he was my Daddy. A nighttime dinner, and his arm on my chairback, my supervisor lowered his arm around me. Some where along the line he kissed me, and got personally involved in my non work life. It became a point of independence, but he brushed that aside and had sex with me.
It is silly and untrue to deny he's my Daddy. If he's not around to supervise me, my supervisor did so for him. And my work ladies in waiting are sure to step in if I'm not paying attention to him.
After sex it is hard to deny to yourself that you belong to a man. Once he crossed that line, I acknowledged publicly that my Daddy is my "Daddy". To friends and family.
