A New Chapter of Secret Pleasures

I've been a bartender for about two years now. I never expected that the thing I would be most ashamed of would start here at this bar. One night, after closing, a regular customer approached me and suggested we go back to his place. Normally, I wouldn't even consider it, but something in him, his confidence, perhaps, made me feel like I had no choice. And that's when everything changed. We got to his apartment and he started to talk about this kink of his where he wanted to treat me as if I was... well, less than an adult. It sounds ridiculous when I type it out now, but at the time, something about being submissive appealed to me in a way that nothing ever had before. I'll admit, I hesitated. But then, his persistence and my own secret curiosity won over my doubts. The next thing I knew, we were deep into this role-play. He called me 'princess' and gave me instructions as if I was much younger than eighteen-plus. It felt strange but thrilling. After that night, things started to escalate in ways I didn't expect or prepare for. Every weekend, another session, each one more intense than the last. There's a part of me that loves it, feeling cared for and guided by this person, and yet, there's also this nagging feeling of being trapped. This week, he suggested something even riskier. I know I should have said no, but instead, I agreed. Now, here I am, wondering how long I can keep this up before it all falls apart. I'm ashamed of these secrets, I don't know anyone else who does this kind of thing. But then again, there's a part of me that feels special because of it, even if it's not something I could ever share with others.