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You really are not wanted nor welcome here. “Awareness now,” he said.

Suddenly, Fred became aware that he was wearing a full-body rubber suit. We feature a lot of White Daddies because that truly makes up a lot of what can be found. A change Fred desperately needed.

Son returned with his coffee and sat down across from Fred.

But his ownership and subjugation were just moments away from a seismic change. “Now.”

Fred opened his wallet and pulled out a crisp $20 bill. All he wanted to do was leave.

And yet, he remained seated at the table by the restrooms, just as he’d been instructed to. Too cool. If you are one of those blogs with tones of confederate imagery, Pro-Trump Propaganda and things related to racist ideology or warship please unfollow me now.

Judging him. It was blue with white sleeves and fit so tightly that he could feel it squeezing against every inch of his body.

“Sir,” Fred said between quick, shallow breaths.

“Not anymore,” Sir said. Sir stood behind him, holding a leather dog collar and two matching leather wrist cuffs. “And we all know what happens when you assume.”

Sir set the leather gear on the table, the buckles making a loud clang as they landed.

“I expected you to text.”

“You assumed,” Sir said.

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“Are you ready to become my slave dad?”

Fred nodded, then bowed his head in deep respect. Easily the oldest person in the café by two decades, Fred felt like an anachronism. If I find you, you for sure will be blocked. If he wanted to, he could probably get far enough away.

But he didn’t want to.

“Yes, Son,” he said, his eyes cast down at the collar and cuffs on the tabletop. He’d been Sir’s submissive. Sir reached forward and snatched the cash out of Fred’s fingers. Wait for further instructions.

It was too late to back out. He’d been Sir’s toy. His desire overwhelmed him and made everything else fade into a fog at the back of his mind.

“Why am I sweating so much?” he thought as he checked his phone one more time.

“Looking good.”

Fred turned around.

“Please keep the change, Sir,” Fred said.

While he waited for Sir to return, Fred eyed the emergency exit door just a few feet from where he sat. Fred was certain everyone at Buzzwords was staring at him.

“Coffee money,” Sir said.