Confession of a Barista's Secret Habit

I'm probably not the type you'd peg as into DDLG, but here I am. As a barista, I spend my days pretending to be all grown-up and responsible, but behind closed doors... well, let’s just say I found comfort in being treated like a little girl again. One day, after work, I met up with this older guy who I'd known for years, nothing romantic between us. We agreed to play out a scenario where he was the stern father figure and I played the part of his obedient but naughty daughter. It felt weird at first, being told off about my ‘poor behavior’ at work or school (which isn't real), but there's something oddly satisfying about receiving that kind of attention from someone who respects your boundaries. We agreed on no physical contact beyond a gentle pat for emphasis, and it ended up being one of the most liberating experiences I've had. I'm still here, sipping my coffee and doing my job, but with this secret little part of me that knows what it's like to let go.