Page 35 of Becoming His Perfect Daddy
I took a second to check in with myself, do an honest inventory of my motivations. No, I wanted it to be real, too. I just didn’t know how to tell him I didn’t have the right parts to give him what he needed, should our relationship evolve to that level.
Then it hit me. If we did this virtually, I didn’t have to have the “right” parts. I could try out being a Daddy—if he actuallywasa boy, as I suspected—and give him the parts of me I could without risking my identity or confessing my secret.
My eyes blinked open, and I pulled my phone to my face. The cursor blinked at me, waiting for my response. After another few seconds, I came up with the perfect one.
I’d like this to be real, too, Cameron. As real as it can be online—which, let’s be honest, is pretty damn real. So I have a proposition for you.
Oh?He added the smirking face emoji, and my gut clenched in an entirely different way. One that went straight to my dick.
If you’d like, I could be your virtual Daddy.
I held my breath, my eyes peeled on those damn dancing dots.What would that look like?
That wasn’t a no!I fist-pumped the air, a wide grin on my face.Does that mean you’re a boy?
He simply sent a gif of someone nodding profusely, and I laughed out loud.
Would you like me to call you boy?
He sent the same nodding gif again.
Are you comfortable calling me Daddy?
Yes, Daddy.
Holy shit. A thrill sang through me just seeing the words, and any doubt I had about being a Daddy evaporated in that moment. In that instant, I knew: I was fuckingbornfor this.Then here’s how I think it could look. First, I’ll give you a few rules to follow. I may even give you some tasks to report back on during the day. I may ask for pictures, but I’ll never require you to do them if you’re not comfortable.
Okay.
Now I was getting excited.Next, I expect you to address me as “Daddy” when we’re talking online. We could do virtual scenes if you’d like, too. We can discuss what those would look like before they started.
Scenes as in sex?
Holy hell.If you’re game, then I am. But for now, sexting only. Everything sound good so far, boy?
Sounds good, Daddy.
Thank you, boy. Now for the most important part: safewords. Do you use the stoplight system or something else?
Stoplights are fine, Daddy. I prefer them.
Great. At any time, if you’re feeling like you need a break, aren’t comfortable doing something I ask, or forany reason don’t want to continue, I expect you to use them, okay? Green if you’re good to continue, yellow for a break, and red to stop completely. We’ll always talk through whatever happened so we can avoid it in the future.
Yes, Daddy.
Shit, those two words . . . this boy was going to kill me.Do you have any questions for me before we go further?
He was quiet long enough for me to head into the kitchen and grab a glass of water. I kept my phone with me, just in case. And as I was stepping through the door to my bedroom and heading toward my bed, my phone lit up in my hand.
I’m sure I’ll have a lot of questions later, but I can think of two right now. Well, two items, since they’re not really questions.
Shoot.
One: Tell me three embarrassing things about yourself I can use for blackmail later in case you decide to go public with this little arrangement.
I threw my head back as I cracked up. My entire body was shaking as I fought to respond with a string of rofl emojis.
His responding gif with someone impatiently pointing at their watch—followed by a winking then a laughing emoji—had me chuckling as I calmed down enough to consider his question. God, I loved his sense of humor.1. When I was a toddler, my mom could never keep my diaper on me. I was always taking it off and running around the house naked. And the yard, apparently.
