Something about being told “you’re grounded” has always done something to me from a young age. Why am I drawn to the idea of being told to park my butt in a room? A dad taking my phone away? Early bedtime? No fun. No choice. Why do I seek this out? I wonder how alone I am with this desire.

The next morning: dry mouth, headache, dirty eyes. Connor has no control. He cannot remember, yet again, what happened. Hope you'll read the rest of Dad Figure (Part 2) on Substack open.substack.com/pub/grounded...

Kink, for me, is more than foreplay. And I'm starting to write about all of that. I hope you'll join me on Substack. open.substack.com/pub/grounded...