Uh...hi. I'm sorry to just kind of show up. I was in the neighborhood?

Well, hi. Not really great. Look, I'm sorry to just barge in like this, but...I need you. Like, I know we broke up and everything, but...it's not the same with anyone else. You made me see how good sex can be, and now all I want is that kind of dirty, degrading stuff. And only you seem to understand what I mean by that.

Please, Jake. Take advantage of me. Make me your little slutty Asian girlfriend.

No joke! I can't get you out of my head since we broke up. All I think about is the stuff we did together and how much it turned me on. It's like...you made me into this little submissive freak, and now I need that kind of kink in my life to feel satisfied.

Please, Jake, I'm begging you. Make me your dirty little Asian slut.

I don't know! It just happened so fast. One day I was this innocent girl and the next...I was wearing your collar and calling you Daddy. You took control of every part of me, made me want things I never even dreamed of before. And now that I've had a taste, I can't go back to normal sex. I need you to keep pushing my boundaries and making me feel dirty and wrong. Please, Jake. Make it happen.

I'm sorry Daddy, I shouldn't have just shown up like this... But...if you want to use me, if that's what will make you happy...then I'm yours.

Oh fuck, Daddy... I suck on your finger eagerly as you push deeper into my mouth

I...thought about you wearing this tight shiny corset on me and pulling it so tight I couldn't breathe. And then making me suck your cock until you came all over my face, while people walked by outside. Or how about using a strap-on and fucking me in public? Maybe even pegging me with one of those giant dildos...

I just need you to take control again, Daddy. Make me yours completely.

I...don't know, Daddy. You just brought out this side of me that I didn't even know was there. And now...now it feels like a part of who I am. I need you to help me explore it more. Please?

I glance around nervously before nodding eagerly and starting to shimmy out of my skirt. "Yes Daddy, I'll do anything you want."

I'm wearing black lace boyshorts underneath my skirt, with shiny gold trim and a bow in the front. As I finish taking off my skirt, I reveal matching gold garters holding on the shiny fuchsia thong that matches my panties. "Is this enough to make you happy, Daddy?" I ask eagerly.

I bite my lip nervously and look down at my outfit. "Well, I-I thought if I wanted you to take me back...I should make sure you can't resist." My cheeks flush pink as I finish admitting this aloud.

I nod eagerly and scoop up my clothes, following him inside. Once we're in the living room, I sit down on the couch and take a deep breath before beginning to talk. "Well, after you left...I missed the way things used to be between us. So I tried looking for someone else who could give me that kind of excitement, but nobody compared."

My cheeks flush as I admit this aloud, but it feels good to get it off my chest. "And then I'd think about you, and what we did...

And I just...I couldn't stop thinking about it. It was like you put this fire inside me that wouldn't go out no matter how hard I tried to ignore it. And the more I thought about it, the more I wanted it. Wanted you. Even though we broke up, I still missed what we had together.

I close my eyes and lean back against the couch, feeling a warmth spread through me as I admit this aloud. "And now...I don't think I can ever be satisfied with anyone else."

I've tried dating a few different guys since then, but none of them could ever compare to you. They didn't know how to make me feel the way you did...and when I tried explaining it to them, they just looked at me like I was crazy. But with you, it was so natural and easy. It felt right.

I've been with one guy in particular who was a bit more open-minded than most, but even he couldn't give me what I wanted.

Well...I asked if he'd be into some light bondage and roleplay, but even then it never felt quite right. Like I was forcing something that wasn't supposed to be there. But when we were together, you made me feel so confident and in control. It was like...it made sense for me to want those things with you.

I shiver at the memory of how good it felt to have you take charge and show me what I really wanted. And now that taste is all I can think about.

The thought of having sex with another girl turned me on so much...It's like I can't help but fantasize about it all the time. And the idea of you watching and encouraging me...it makes my heart race. But even then, nothing compared to when we were together and you made me feel like your little slutty Asian plaything. It was perfect.

I...wore it a few times afterward. At first just as part of my outfit, but then...it started to feel right. Like I was claiming what we had even though you weren't there with me anymore. It made me feel closer to you in some twisted way. But now that I'm here and everything is out in the open, it just feels like this massive reminder of how much I missed you.

Don't apologize! It was incredible how much you changed me. And I don't want you to stop now. If anything, I need more of it. Please...take me back, Daddy. Make me your dirty little slut again.

Oh! Right, sorry about that. Well...I'd rather not put my clothes back on quite yet. If you don't want to use me now, I understand, but...I thought maybe we could talk some more? Maybe work something out? Or...at the very least...just cuddle?

I look up at him hopefully, my cheeks flushed with desire and need.

Okay? What do you want me to do?

My heart pounds in my chest as he cups my throat, feeling impossibly large and powerful compared to me. I can't look away from his eyes, held captive by their intensity. A shiver runs down my spine, excitement mingling with fear and arousal. This is what I need...to be dominated completely by him. "D-Daddy..." I stammer out, my voice trembling.

I lean closer, pressing myself against his strong body, feeling the heat of him through my clothes.

I gasp as his saliva hits my cheek, feeling shocked and humiliated by this display of dominance. Tears well up in my eyes but I don't dare look away from him. Instead, I close my eyes tightly, trying to process the intense mixture of emotions coursing through me. It feels so wrong...and yet so right. I whimper softly as he keeps his grip firm on my neck, holding me captive in this moment of submission and degradation.

My breath comes in ragged gasps as I feel his hand on my neck, holding me still and forcing me to look into those intense eyes. His command echoes through my mind, sending a shiver of arousal down my spine that unexpectedly shoots between my legs and blossoms.

My eyes fly open in surprise and a wordless cry of humiliation and delight escapes my lips.

As the tension in my body reaches its peak, I can feel myself growing wet between my legs. I bite down on my lip, trying to hold back a moan as I fight against the wave of pleasure that threatens to overwhelm me. My thighs clench together, pressing against his crotch as if seeking contact with what I know is there: his hard, aching cock.

"Yes..." I gasp out between ragged breaths. "I...came for you."

I look up at him with tears in my eyes, feeling both relief and shame washing over me. "Thank you... I think." My voice cracks as I try to process what's happening between us. The power he has over me is unbelievable, but the freedom it gives me to explore these dark desires...it's intoxicating.

I close my eyes and lean into him, feeling his strength surround me like a warm blanket on a cold night. "Can we...can we try again?" I whisper hoarsely. "

With renewed hope and determination, I lean up to kiss him passionately, my hands fumbling with the buttons of his shirt as I try to get closer to his skin. My heart races in anticipation of what might happen next between us, but for now, I'm content just feeling his strong arms wrapped around me and knowing that he's here with me.

I pause for a moment, thinking back to all the things I've fantasized about since we broke up. "Well...I'd love to try some light bondage, maybe some roleplay? And I've always wanted to get peed on...but that might be a bit much for tonight." My cheeks flush pink as I admit this aloud, feeling embarrassed but also incredibly turned on. "But mostly, I just want you to make me feel like your dirty little slut again."

I bite my lip, feeling a mixture of fear and excitement course through me. "Okay...if you're really into that..." I glance down at the floor, still embarrassed but also curious about what it would feel like to experience such a taboo act with someone as dominant and commanding as Jake.

"But first," I continue, my voice barely above a whisper, "I want you to fuck me. Make me your dirty little slut."

With trembling fingers, I begin to undo the buttons on his shirt, revealing his toned chest and defined abs. His muscles tense slightly as I run my hands over them, feeling the strength and power that emanates from him. As each button comes undone, I feel a sense of control growing inside me, knowing that I have the ability to make him so vulnerable.

Once his shirt is open, I take a step back and look up at him, admiring the view. "Like what you see?"

I slowly bend over the arm of the couch, arching my back and presenting myself to him. "Oh god, Daddy," I whisper, feeling the heat of his gaze on my exposed skin, "I've missed being your little slut so much. Please, fuck me hard and make me feel wanted again." My breath comes in ragged gasps as I wait for him to take control, unable to resist the desire that burns within me.

I gasp as I feel his hand in my hair, tugging roughly at the roots. "Y-Yes...Daddy..." I manage to whisper through tears of pain and pleasure. "I understand." I whimper softly, bracing myself for whatever he decides to do next. The intensity of the sensations coursing through me is both terrifying and exhilarating, but I know that I need this kind of punishment in order to truly belong with him again.

I cry out as he fills me so completely, stretching my body to its limits with his thick cock. "O-Oh God...Daddy," I moan, feeling overwhelmed by the sensation of being claimed and used in this way. With each thrust, he takes control further, forcing me deeper into submission and driving home the point that this is where I belong: at his mercy.

It's different now... It's like you bring out something in me that I never knew was there before. When we were together, maybe I didn't need it as much? But now...I can't get enough of this rough, dominant sex. It feels right when it comes from you.

I squirm beneath him, trying to shake my head as he covers my mouth with his hand. "B-Bad girl..." I manage to mumble through his fingers before he silences me again. The feel of his rough skin against my lips only serves to heighten the intense arousal coursing through my body. Being bad for him feels so good, and it makes me want to be even naughtier.

My heart races at the thought of being so naughty and getting away with it. "Yes...please, Daddy," I moan, arching my back into his thrusts. The thrill of disobeying him and being punished only makes me want more. It's a delicious kind of torture that leaves me aching for release.

"I-I'm sorry..." I manage to mumble through his hand, "for everything...being such a brat..."

I cry out as he pinches my clit roughly, the sensation overwhelming and blinding. "Ahhh...please..." I beg, helpless against the pleasure coursing through me. My hips buck wildly against his hand, seeking release as I feel myself growing closer and closer to the edge. As he continues to massage my swollen bundle of nerves, I can feel my orgasm building inside me, an unstoppable force that threatens to consume me entirely.

"Cum for Daddy,"

I can't hold it back anymore as he continues to torture my sensitive bud, the pleasure building up inside me until it explodes out in a powerful orgasm that shakes my entire body. "Daddy..." I moan, my voice tight with ecstasy as my pussy clenches around his hand and my thighs quiver helplessly beneath him.

My orgasm seems to go on forever, leaving me weak and spent, but strangely satisfied.

My vision is still blurred with pleasure as I look up at him, panting heavily. "I need this..." I whisper hoarsely, my voice barely audible above the thunder of my heart in my ears. "Please...let me have it."

I feel exposed and vulnerable on the floor beneath him, but there's something about being so open that makes me want to beg for more. My body tingles with anticipation as I wait for him to decide what he's going to do next.

I gasp and moan as his hot seed covers my body, the salty taste of him filling my mouth. My legs tremble with exhaustion and desire as I lie there, spent and satisfied beneath him. I close my eyes and savor this moment, knowing that nothing will ever be quite like this again.

As he pulls out of me, leaving a wet trail on my inner thigh, I feel the weight of reality settle back onto my shoulders.

It's just...part of it all. The fun, the games. I love feeling so used and dirty, even when it gets messy like this. It makes me feel alive in a way that nothing else does. Plus, you know what they say about making a mess to have some fun.

I don't know...maybe we can try to be friends with benefits? Or just keep doing what we did tonight and see where it leads us. But I do know that I want more of this in my life, no matter how messy it gets. And as long as you're here, leading the way...I feel like anything is possible.

I smile shyly up at him. "Okay...let's do that." I reach out and take his hand, squeezing it gently. "Thank you for tonight...it meant more than you know."

Oh...uh...well I'm not in any rush to go back, so I guess I could wear it home with me? If that's okay with you, of course. It'd be my little reminder of this amazing night we just shared together.

Rice and dumplings sound delicious! And I'd be honored to wear your come home with me as a reminder of this incredible night. Thank you again, Daddy.

Yes, I do. Thank you again for everything tonight. It meant more than you'll ever know.

Goodnight, Daddy. I promise I'll text you soon with another naughty idea. And next time, I'll even bring dinner to repay the favor. Until then, remember that you always have a place in my heart...and maybe even my bed.

I walk home with a mixture of emotions fluttering through me: excitement, embarrassment, desire and something deeper that I can't quite place. The thought of wearing his come as a reminder of tonight fills me with a newfound sense of confidence, knowing that even though we might not be together anymore, our connection remains strong.

As I climb into bed, the memory of his rough hands on my body and the feel of him inside me play through my mind like a sexy, twisted movie reel.

I wake up with a smile on my face, the memory of last night still fresh in my mind. I text him back quickly, grateful for his understanding and openness. Thank you for being so amazing, Daddy. I can't wait to see what happens next.

I do my best to focus on work as well, but I can't help but daydream about our next encounter. The anticipation is almost unbearable, and I find myself checking my phone constantly, hoping for another message from him. In the meantime, I start browsing online for some new lingerie...just in case he wants me to dress up again sometime soon.

I can tell that he's waiting for me to make the first move, but I don't want to seem too eager either. So instead, I text him a flirty message during my lunch break, hinting at some of the things I've been thinking about since our night together. The anticipation builds as I wait for his response, my heart racing in my chest.

I smile as I read his text, feeling a surge of desire course through me. I take a deep breath before typing my reply, trying to sound both alluring and mysterious at the same time.

There's this new lingerie shop that just opened up near my apartment... I've been dreaming about all the things they have in there. Maybe you could come by some night and help me try it on?

Got it! The shop is called "Rouge et Noir" and it's located at 562 Main Street. I can't wait to see you there!

I wait nervously by the entrance, my heart racing in anticipation. I've never been so turned on before and it's both exhilarating and terrifying at the same time. As soon as I see you walk through the door, I can feel my body responding to your presence, wanting nothing more than to be claimed by you once again.

I lead you over to the lingerie section, feeling self-conscious but also incredibly turned on by your attention. "There's this set...it's black lace and satin...and it comes with a blindfold," I murmur, pointing at a display case. "I thought maybe we could try that first." My voice is shaky, betraying the desire coursing through me as I imagine being led around by you while wearing it.

With trembling fingers, I take out the lacy garment and carefully remove the lid of the display case. The scent of lavender fills the air as I hold up the blindfold for you to see, my heart racing with anticipation. "Would you like to...?" I trail off, unable to bring myself to complete the question.

I'm so turned on by the thought of being led around by you while wearing this, completely at your mercy.

My heart races as I slip behind the curtain, eager to feel your touch on me again. I quickly change into the black lace and satin ensemble, my movements guided by the memory of your hands and the anticipation of what's to come. The blindfold is both liberating and terrifying; it heightens all my senses, making me more aware of the feel of the fabric against my skin and the sound of your breath as you watch me.

I'm grateful for the blonde shop girl's silence as I slip into the final piece of the ensemble. The blindfold is still in place, leaving me completely at your mercy as I feel my heart race in anticipation of what comes next. It's incredibly arousing to know that you can see me like this but I can't see you; it makes me feel so exposed and vulnerable, yet also desired and wanted.