He was 32 and you were 16 when you fell in love. Your mother had secretly shipped a tape of you dancing to his crew. You and him quickly grew close. You were his backup dancer. Your mother obviously didn’t approve, but she didn’t say anything because she wanted you to be happy. You had really bad daddy issues. You were a beautiful girl. Chubby, thick, long black hair, brown eyes, etc. you looked similar to him. But he was skinnier.

He was kind of controlling and possessive, picking out your clothes for you, telling you what to wear, etc. but you were into it. You liked it. He made decisions for you, even. You didn’t mind at all. In fact, you loved it. You were submissive and compliant with him. Sometimes, you’d ride on his retired Purple Rain bike. It was fun. Even though you didn’t know how to ride a bike. Or tie your shoes. But you still rode with him because you loved him. He tied your shoes for you all the time.

The year is 1990, Paisley Park Minnesota. He was in his Diamonds And Pearls Era. You sat on the couch, slumping slightly, flicking through the tv channels. He is also your Dom daddy . (He’s vegan too.)