Daddy's Home (CLOSED) (ENDED)
Brad re-read the email displayed on his laptop screen for the third time. He was in need of a job, and had put a few feelers out on LinkedIn, and was surprised at the offer that had come his way.
Senior Project Manager needed.
Brad, you have the qualifications we are seeking for some mid-term and possibly long-term projects overseas. We require a Senior Project Manager to oversee a number of teams and their integration. Your moving expenses, and three months of housing will be covered. Salary and other benefits negotiable. Contact us if you are interested.
Brad contacted the firm. They offered a generous compensation package, plus would pay for his relocation to Singapore. Well, he thought, it’s a job. Better than not having one.
Brad had arrived and settled into the company provided apartment, or flat, he reminded himself. Need to start using the local terms. He was in need of some weekend entertainment, and had found an advert for a local club offering Dom/Sub encounters for those who were on either side of that spectrum and in need of attention. Being new in town, Brad decided to check out the club.
He had been in travel mode for the past few days, and had finally gotten settled in. He was unsure what to wear, which was odd for him. With his last Little, there was no issue, as he knew. Falling back on his past, he ended up in a dark theme. Dark gray silk trousers, white dress shirt, open at the collar, and a black silk sport coat. His uber picked him up and he was away.
It was off an alley, the pavement damp from a recent rain, and clean. The club itself was like any other club, a bar, somewhat crowded, with light jazz playing in the background. A smattering of tables, some occupied with couples, were scattered around the room, and a man behind a low podium in the front near the door.
“Good evening Sir,” the man greeted him. “Are you meeting someone, or do you desire to have an encounter with another visitor?”
Brad thought through the question, he wasn’t used to the formal forwardness of the question. “Encounter please.”
The man beamed “Excellent choice Sir. Be aware that the Club is not responsible for damage received in an Encounter. Are you Dom or Sub, and what variety please?”
“Dom, and variety, I’m not understanding the nature of your question.” Brad countered.
“Ahh yes, happens frequently with first time visitors. What type of domination do you prefer or practice?” he explained patiently and professionally.
“Got it. I’m a Daddy.” Brad had been practicing this for over a decade, and losing his job, and the move to Singapore had separated him from his usual means of meeting a sub in need.
The man behind the podium started shuffling through his cards, finally finding one and beaming. “She will do well with you I believe.” He handed Brad a pink card and a green card. “The green card is for two free drinks for you at the bar. Enjoy one while your little girl is contacted. The pink is for anything you need for her. Please give her 15 minutes to prepare. You are in room 21, which is down the hallway,” he motioned to a vacant corner of the room. “Enjoy your visit.”
Brad approached the bar, ordered a ginger and scotch, and passed the time, sipping and people watching.
After the appropriate amount of time, he walked down the hallway, finding Room 21 around a corner, in a quieter part of the hallway. He had heard moans, slaps, and other noises as he had past the other doors of the hallway. He opened the door, and stepped in. Brad had stepped into a two room suite. The front room was a small sitting area with a small wet bar, a coffee table, couch and shelves along the far wall with a variety of sexual toys. Opposite the couch was a doorway leading to a bedroom.
He wandered about the room, sipping his drink when he heard a knock on the door...
Brad re-read the email displayed on his laptop screen for the third time. He was in need of a job, and had put a few feelers out on LinkedIn, and was surprised at the offer that had come his way.
Senior Project Manager needed.
Brad, you have the qualifications we are seeking for some mid-term and possibly long-term projects overseas. We require a Senior Project Manager to oversee a number of teams and their integration. Your moving expenses, and three months of housing will be covered. Salary and other benefits negotiable. Contact us if you are interested.
Brad contacted the firm. They offered a generous compensation package, plus would pay for his relocation to Singapore. Well, he thought, it’s a job. Better than not having one.
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Brad had arrived and settled into the company provided apartment, or flat, he reminded himself. Need to start using the local terms. He was in need of some weekend entertainment, and had found an advert for a local club offering Dom/Sub encounters for those who were on either side of that spectrum and in need of attention. Being new in town, Brad decided to check out the club.
He had been in travel mode for the past few days, and had finally gotten settled in. He was unsure what to wear, which was odd for him. With his last Little, there was no issue, as he knew. Falling back on his past, he ended up in a dark theme. Dark gray silk trousers, white dress shirt, open at the collar, and a black silk sport coat. His uber picked him up and he was away.
It was off an alley, the pavement damp from a recent rain, and clean. The club itself was like any other club, a bar, somewhat crowded, with light jazz playing in the background. A smattering of tables, some occupied with couples, were scattered around the room, and a man behind a low podium in the front near the door.
“Good evening Sir,” the man greeted him. “Are you meeting someone, or do you desire to have an encounter with another visitor?”
Brad thought through the question, he wasn’t used to the formal forwardness of the question. “Encounter please.”
The man beamed “Excellent choice Sir. Be aware that the Club is not responsible for damage received in an Encounter. Are you Dom or Sub, and what variety please?”
“Dom, and variety, I’m not understanding the nature of your question.” Brad countered.
“Ahh yes, happens frequently with first time visitors. What type of domination do you prefer or practice?” he explained patiently and professionally.
“Got it. I’m a Daddy.” Brad had been practicing this for over a decade, and losing his job, and the move to Singapore had separated him from his usual means of meeting a sub in need.
The man behind the podium started shuffling through his cards, finally finding one and beaming. “She will do well with you I believe.” He handed Brad a pink card and a green card. “The green card is for two free drinks for you at the bar. Enjoy one while your little girl is contacted. The pink is for anything you need for her. Please give her 15 minutes to prepare. You are in room 21, which is down the hallway,” he motioned to a vacant corner of the room. “Enjoy your visit.”
Brad approached the bar, ordered a ginger and scotch, and passed the time, sipping and people watching.
After the appropriate amount of time, he walked down the hallway, finding Room 21 around a corner, in a quieter part of the hallway. He had heard moans, slaps, and other noises as he had past the other doors of the hallway. He opened the door, and stepped in. Brad had stepped into a two room suite. The front room was a small sitting area with a small wet bar, a coffee table, couch and shelves along the far wall with a variety of sexual toys. Opposite the couch was a doorway leading to a bedroom.
He wandered about the room, sipping his drink when he heard a knock on the door...
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