Fallen

○Chapter One○

I suppose a story should start at the beginning. Perhaps just this once we start at the end. There's that cliche saying, "the beginning of the end". I don't suppose it truly was the end, but it felt like the world crumbled away.
His name was simple. So terribly simple that I should have known it was fake from the beginning. Although he changed it twice before everything was said and done.

Marco.

That was the name he gave when I thought I had fallen hard for him. His words were so sweet and charming. I fell for them faster than one could possibly blink. Our story began with a website. An online dating website for people into a more alternative lifestyle.

DDlg.

Now before you come screaming at me that only pedophiles could possibly be into that I must say you are sorely incorrect. Well, in my case you are sorely incorrect. Do I love coloring? Yes. Do I love cartoons? Yes. Do I love going to the park and just letting go? Yes, I very much do.
Now Marco, well I thought he was like me. I thought he fit me so well because he encouraged my childish antics. He encouraged me in everything I said I liked that would be frowned upon by "normal" people. His words were like dripping honey, so sweet and mesmerizing. He introduced me to a whole other world...perhaps it would be best to just get to the story. Here goes nothing.

 
 
"Dating websites"

My heart beat in my chest as my fingers hovered over the screen trying to decide which website to pick.

"Ddlg dating"

I'd never heard of DDlg but with a deep breath and a racing pulse I clicked on the link. My head was spinning with the first couple of words.

"Daddy, caregiver, little, littlespace, regression..."

I'd never heard of those words before. I suppose it made sense that some people would call their partner Daddy but a place specifically to find people that liked that...a place that felt kind of..right to me. My face blushed bright red as I came across a profile for a man. A Daddy Dom.

(Here is where I say I didn't know the difference between age regression and bdsm age play.)

This man seemed too good to be true. I decided to be brave. What's the worst that could happen right? I bit my lip and typed up a simple hello message. I couldn't help the grin that crossed my face when he immediately answered my message.

"Hello Princess. I'm Marco. I'm a 50 year old Daddy Dom. How are you today?"

My heart stopped when he mentioned his age. I was only just 18 and getting involved with a 50 year old seemed so wrong, but what could it hurt really. It's just a casual conversation, nothing serious.

"Hello! I'm Tab! I'm 18 and I think I'm a little. I'm doing great. How are you?"

A soft giggle escaped me as I responded and promptly tossed my phone away from me. Perhaps I was being stupid but I was so excited to have his attention. He seemed so real and so perfect already. I mean, I had only read his profile but it still seemed so meant to be. What's age really? I checked his profile once more to confirm he was offline before deciding I should probably begin my day. I big sigh left me at the thought of having to get out of bed or go do battle with my mom. She'd been so moldy lately and I was not excited to interact with her.
I decided against getting dressed quite yet. Battle with my family should be done in jammies. With a knot in my stomach I left my room to embrace the day.