The Unexpected Turn in Daddy Play

So here I am, trying to figure out if what I did was really a big deal or not. You see, I'm nonbinary and in my mid-20s, but for a while now, I've been into Daddy play. It's this whole dynamic where you're kind of playing the role of an older authority figure who has to discipline their younger lover, it can get pretty intense emotionally and psychologically, but there’s also a real connection underneath it all. A couple months back, I met someone online in one of those groups, let's call him Alex. He was interested in Daddy play too, so we started talking more and decided to meet up at a local hotel for the weekend. We had communicated plenty before our meeting to set clear boundaries and consent, you know, all that good stuff. The first night was amazing, we connected on an emotional level like I hadn't with anyone in years. It's this feeling of being understood, but also challenged, which is pretty special in a relationship dynamic. Alex was playing the little one in me, and he had his own set of expectations too. He wanted to explore his submissive side more deeply, and he trusted me to be that for him. On our second night together, things took an unexpected turn. We were in this playful argument over who would take on which role next. I think we both knew deep down it was just about pushing each other's limits, but the tension was building up fast. Alex was saying something that felt a bit like he was questioning my authority, I mean, not really, but it hit a nerve nonetheless. And then, instead of backing off or negotiating further, I kinda snapped and started going through this mental checklist about all the reasons why *I* should be in charge here. It's one thing to play along in the moment, but suddenly, there was this other layer where I wanted him to understand my point of view too, maybe even agree with it? I know that sounds messed up because we were supposed to have established everything beforehand. Now, looking back on it, I get how it must've come across as crossing some lines. We ended the night earlier than planned and didn't see each other again after. It's been weeks now since then, and while I’ve tried to reach out to apologize for that moment where things got real instead of staying within our play framework, Alex hasn’t responded. I keep wondering if it’s because what I did was really disrespectful, or just that he needs more time, or maybe both. In any case, it's clear now that my actions hurt him in a way we hadn't anticipated when setting up this dynamic together. That night stands out as one of the toughest lessons I've learned about boundaries and consent in my relationships so far.