In Her Care

I never thought I'd be here. I'm an artist, you see, one of those people who thinks they've got it all figured out until life throws a curveball. A few months ago, I hit rock bottom. My art felt stagnant, my relationships were falling apart, and honestly, I just needed someone to take care of me for once in my life. That's when he came into the picture, a friend suggested him as an 'artist coach', but it quickly became something more. He never called himself a Daddy or anything like that, but his role was clear from day one: to guide and discipline me back to being the creative powerhouse I once was. It was rough at first, he's got no patience for my whimsy and lack of focus. There were times when all I wanted was to run away and hide in my old patterns, but something about him pulled me back in. The physical side of it... It started with the littlest things. Gentle touches that gradually became firmer, hands guiding me as much through art lessons as through life lessons. We're very explicit, he loves knowing exactly how to push me to those edges where I need to be pushed. The other night, after a particularly tough session, we ended up... well, it was raw and intimate in ways that felt both new and strangely familiar. I'm not proud of needing him like this, but there's something about the way he looks at me now, with all these layers stripped away, that makes everything feel worth it. I just hope I can grow into the person he wants me to be.