It Started All Over Again On a Sugar Website

I signed up for a sugar baby website. Why? Well, all modesty aside, I recognize that I am a gorgeous, clever woman who deserves to be financially supported for just existing. My friends have been pushing me to date, so why not give it a shot in my typical unconventional way. I posted some pictures and wrote a short intro about myself and what I am looking for. I thought stating that all I wanted was their wallet would be a little too direct, so my silver tongue was put to work. I would be lying if I said men were flocking to me. It took a couple months of blocking and deleting until I connected with someone who seemed authentic and articulate.

He was straight-forward but shy, so I choose the restaurant. They served delicious sushi. Unagi is my favorite. Did you know that eel is poisonous unless cooked? Anyway, my date for the evening was forthcoming and had a quick wit. I was feeling comfortable with him. The conversation came easily. The waiter came and asked if anything else was needed. A good meal always makes me tired so espresso for dessert was necessary.

After serving my cup with a side of sugar and milk, the waiter walked off. "So, I'm really enjoying myself and I would like to do this again," I stated, my mouth in a flirty grin. I could tell from his body posture that he realized it was time to bite the bullet. He agreed that this was a lot of fun, but he had a desire he needed to confide in me before we go forward. 

He has this fantasy that he's never had the opportunity to explore. The idea of giving control over to a woman was enough to make his skin feel on fire, but his imagination wanted more. The ultimate expression of power taken from him, then growing and exceeding his current position. He hesitated and explained that he understood if his wants were just too weird for me. I continued to drink my sweetened espresso, my silence offering permission for him to continue. He took the bait. He wants a beautiful woman to take his money. It would start out small but grow over time to beyond his means. A shopping spree now, a bill paid later, but eventually my needs would exceed his income. 

"You want me to leave you in a position where you can afford nothing more to eat than a Dollar Store purchase of Ramen noodles?" His face was that of a hungry dog seeing a thick, meaty bone just within arm's reach. He nodded vigorously and then looked down at his lap as if he were afraid of my next words.

"I can do that. And I want dessert. What's the most expensive option on the menu?" His expression changed to glee as I motioned for the waiter.

Our second date is next week. I didn't expect my own fetish to overlap with another's so quickly. Whether or not he has the guts to continue to live his dream, I'm going to take advantage of it as much as I can. Draining him in little ways, like a text simply stating that I want to purchase a new pair of heels. He jumps at the chance to repay my shopping trips. I feel so powerful, the energy is erotic to me. And I know he feels the same. I can't wait to have him before me again when I spell out exactly what he's going to do for me.