Page 22 of The Secret Job: Into the Depths of Depravity
“Any other ones.”
“Yeah, what does DDLG mean?”
“Ah now that’s some special kink. It stands for Daddy Dom – little girl. It’s a specific part of Daddy kink involving age play where you get to be the ‘little’ and the Dom is generally strict but in a more loving, parental way.”
“A what?” I say, trying to get my head around what Sophie has just said.
“Think of it like playing mummies and daddies, only you’re both adults and one adult plays the Daddy and one adult plays the baby or little girl. It’s a thing. Not my thing but I know one of the girls at the Clarendon really digs it. Has a wardrobe full of adult-sized, child-like clothes and all sorts of kid toys.”
“Wow really?” I reply. “That doesn’t sound too bad. It’s just role play, like the pet play job I took.”
“Yeah I guess. The Daddy Dom takes care of all your needs and all you do is let him take care of you and be a good girl.”
“Sexually you mean?”
“Yes and no. Some Daddy Dom’s just like to take care of you by feeding and dressing you. Some like to do that and have sex with you. Depends on the person. But you also have to be a good girl otherwise you will be punished, and by punished, I mean a good spanking.”
I blow out a breath, “I find it fascinating. You’ve never been tempted?”
“Call me a vanilla playmate, I’m ok with that. I am not youbut that is ok too. You do what floats your boat. Horses for courses and all that jazz. I prefer the pet play if I’m honest.”
I smile and reply, “That’s hardly vanilla! What is your perfect job Soph?”
“Don’t get me wrong, I do like myself some CNC from the Red board which you know, I love the thrill of the chase and being scared to a point of delirium. I love to be blindfolded and not know what is coming. I love touch especially when I don’t know who or where it’s coming from. And I love multiples, that is by far my most favourite booking of them all. Being in one room and being touched and fucked in different ways by different types of men makes me want to combust thinking about it. Throw in a chase and there you have it, my perfect job booking.”
We giggle together knowingly. “Oh boy can I relate to that,” I reply as my heart twinges at the memory of my eight men.
“Do you ever take home any kinks to play with Sam?” I ask Sophie.
“What, you mean like show and tell but kinkster style?” Sophie chuckles.
“Hey, you know what I mean!” I rebuff.
Smiling Sophie replies, “Oh yes definitely. Basically, every time a new kink is unlocked. We like to play in the woods if you catch my drift.” My eyes bulge.
“What about the snakes!?” I ask in horror.
“Nah, never come across one yet. And we don’t actually go into the depths of the bush, it’s fine.”
I screw my face up, not believing her for a minute. “I take it Sam is on board with your new kinks?”
“Absolutely, he’s dating a kink worker after all. He’s into swinging and sex clubs and I’m down if he’s down. That’s how we met.”
“Did you!?” I squeal and then simmer down to not draw any attention to us.
“Yes, where else do people meet when they work in our kind of world?”
“I don’t know, I guess I was already married when I joined it. My assumption was from a dating app?”
“Makes sense but no, not this time. Just a couple of kinky people hanging out in a kinky bar as you do.”
“Romantic.”
“Well, if you need someone to understand the lifestyle you are living, you have to fish in the pool that you’re already a part of or live a double life. I already do that with my friends and family, I just needed to find someone who would take me for me, job, kinks and all.”
“I’m glad you found someone. Surely the pond is quite small?”
“You’d be surprised. I mean, look how many members the club has for a start.”
