Daddy's Little Girl

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

That night Jennifer sat at her desk staring at her computer screen, unsure of what she was about to do. She had spent the last two hours writing various dating profiles for herself. With each dating app she signed up for, she lost more hope that she would ever find what she needed, but she had made a promise and knew that she needed to take steps to show Gary that she was trying to address his concerns.

Jennifer had known for her entire life that she was a little bit different. Growing up, she was considered gifted, and her calm temperament resulted in her being considered a leader in many of her endeavors, something that she was proud of, but it was not her entire being. Before she had even realized what was happening, everyone seemed to look to her to know what to do. As she transitioned to adulthood, this trend had gotten worse and worse. There were times that she wondered if this stress was one of the reasons that she left James.

The weight of it had gotten so heavy that she had given up her insanely high-paying job to open her own business, just so that she could control her mental and emotional load. Many of her former coworkers thought that she would regret the decision, and while she did not make nearly what she used to, she was happier and still able to fund her needs.

Analytically examining her life for these profiles, it quickly became apparent to her that the reason she had married James was that she thought he was a dominant man, someone that would work with her and help her shed her in-charge persona when she made her way home at the end of the night. Quickly, she had discovered in her youthful ignorance she had not married a dominant man, she had married a controlling jerk. What she had seen as guidance was control and once he thought he had her, he allowed his true self to show.

He wanted to control every aspect of her life but never for her well-being. It had started with subtle things, like commenting that a dress was not flattering or that the person she was going out to lunch with was not the type of person that could help her career. At first, she had seen this as dominance and his desire to help her grow. She soon realized his comments were not about guiding her, they were about tearing her down and making her doubt herself. Before she had known what was happening, she had shaped everything about herself to his desires.

Her marriage had taught her valuable lessons that would stick with her for the rest of her life. There was a difference between perception and reality, and trust had to be earned not given freely. While she was leery of overly controlling men, she could not fight the knowledge that she had always needed a firm hand to give her the strength to release control. She did not want to always be the leader, making all the decisions. It was who she was, even if she had suppressed it for many years and if she was going to try to find a partner, she was going to do it the right way, and stay true to herself, even if it meant that she was alone.

Finishing her third profile, Jennifer knew that she could not write another word about her interests and hobbies. The vapid surface questions were driving insane. Knowing that she was done for the night, she moved the courser down to the corner of the screen, hovering over the power options that would allow her to turn off her computer. Before she hit the button, she decided to take the plunge. She knew that the worst thing that could happen was she would waste a few more hours and a few more dollars.

Opening her computer browser one more time, she moved her cursor to the search bar. Taking a deep breath she typed in words that both thrilled her and scared her to no end. “b**m dating sites.” The words flashed on the screen as if mocking her with their very existence before she braced herself and hit the enter key.

Immediately, the screen began to fill with images of men and women trussed up in all sorts of positions. Each photo both scared her, and drew her deeper until she finally found a rather tame looking site that advertised discretion and the opportunity to speak to like-minded individuals. After looking at the various plans, she decided to pull the trigger, adding her credit card, and enrolling on the site.

Next, she considered how she would approach the process of making her profile. She knew that there was no way that she would be willing to have her face show in a picture. She was so scared of making this move that she could barely register herself, let alone risk someone she knows finding the profile.

With this in mind she sprang to her feet, moving to her bedroom to take a profile picture. Taking her time, she positioned her phone on the table near her bed facing the wall in the corner. Setting the timer for the maximum time she began to pose, dressed, although in tight clothing, allowing the camera to catch images of her form without disclosing her identity.

After careful review, she decided on the very first photo that she took. Facing the wall she had been partially bent at the waist, face forward, arms against the wall supporting her weight would be her profile picture. This position showed the overall shape of her body and the river of red curls cascading down her back, but did not provide enough information for the viewer to figure out her identity, even if they happened to know her.

Looking at the picture objectively, Jennifer liked what she was seeing and decided to move on. The first question caused her to pause. The words “What are you looking for in a relationship?” seemed to jump off the page and taunt her. Before she typed her response she pulled away and really thought about what she would write. She had decided that if she was going to take the plunge on a site like this, she was going to try to be as open and honest as she could be.

“I am looking for my other half, someone to support and serve. In my day-to-day life, I am in a position that requires me to be decisive and confident. What I seek in my personal life is a Dom to allow me to be my true self, to take control of the situation, allowing me to relax. I get the greatest pleasure by pleasing my partner, and seek to serve one and only one. It is important to say that I am not looking for TPE 24/7. I am a natural submissive and I seek a firm hand to be my partner, my confidant, and my Dom.”

Shaking her head at the overly optimistic words, she continued filling in the various sections on the application. It asked about kinks, hard and soft limits, career, goals, and preferences. She found the blending of the mundane with the erotic captivating. As she went along, it was clear that while she enjoyed some pain with her pleasure, she was not a true masochist. While she enjoyed being tied up, she would not classify herself as a rope-bunny, and she never understood the mentality of the sub-brat. It seemed counter intuitive and went against everything she knew about who she was as a sub.

Looking over the list of kinks, she decided to continue being fully honest, not worrying about any who would think to judge her. As she filled out the options she started to realize that what she sought was a soft Dom, or even a Daddy Dom, a new tern that she had to look up. That thought brought her up short, having never considered a Daddy Dom, knowing that age play was not something that she desired. Having never considered it, she stopped typing and thought about herself, shocked at how appealing the idea was.

Once she had filled out all the sections of the application, Jennifer hit enter, uploading the profile to the site. Instantly, her screen filled with the profiles of Doms in her area that she might be interested in. As she read through the options, Jennifer realized that this might have been a bad idea. None of these men appealed to her in any way, they all seemed flat or worse dangerous. The first profile was of a man that stated he needed control over all things. He reminded her way too much of James. The next profile started with the words ”serve me”, which was enough to get her to move on.

Rolling her eyes, she continued to read about her potential matches, After reading more than a dozen, Jennifer decided that she was done for the night. No one on this site had appealed to her in any way and that was not a promising start.

Remembering her promise to Gary, Jennifer looked at the newly added bookmarks at the top of her screen and decided that it was time to go to sleep. She had intentionally not chosen to use the apps on her phone, wanting control of when and how she checked the messages. Keeping them off the phone, she would only be able to check them after work hours when she dedicated time to it.

Closing the computer, she made her way to her bed, trying not to think about what she had just done but knowing that there was no going back now, and she would have to deal with the ramifications of her new postings when she woke up in the morning. She was going to do everything in her power to meet someone and go on at least one date before the end of the month. From what she could tell, that would calm Gary a little and might stop him from interfering in her life further.

After brushing her teeth and completing the rest of her bedtime rituals, Jennifer plugged her phone into the charger and slid under the covers, blocking out all but the smallest slivers of her face, before drifting off to dreams of b*****e, ties, and the deep sensual whisper of the words “Good Girl.”