My sugar daddy asks me for weird favors

Let me start off by saying I’m not that type of girl. I was in a really tight spot and was looking to make some extra money to pay for school. I was in my early 20’s and still figuring it all out. <br><br>One of my friends had suggested the sugar baby thing to me. The way she explained it made it seem so easy. You basically date an older man (most of the time), go on dates, and he helps you out with money or whatever else you need. Sounds simple, right? <br><br>I decided to take the leap and signed up for the website. It took me a couple of days, but I finally got approved and began messaging a couple of men in my area. <br><br>I messaged with a few different guys, but none of them really stood out to me as someone I would be remotely interested in. They were either too pushy, too weird, or just downright gross. It didn’t take long for me to think I had made a huge mistake. <br><br>That’s when I got a message from him. His profile was completely blank except for an email address that I assume was made solely for the purpose of talking to potential sugar babies. The subject line said “arrangement” and the message was just his name and age, thirty seven, and how much he was willing to pay. <br><br>Three thousand dollars a month, on top of paying my rent and tuition, was more than I had ever made in a single month and this man was willing to pay me that much just to date him. I was skeptical, but I decided I had nothing to lose so I emailed him. <br><br>It took him a few hours to respond, but when he did he made it very clear that he wasn’t into texting or email as a means of communication. He seemed older and I’m pretty sure he didn’t know how to text. He asked me if I had Facebook or kik or any other messaging app and that’s when I gave him my number. <br><br>He called right away. His name was Charlie and the man could talk. I felt a little annoyed that he had dragged me into a conversation that I wasn’t really ready for. I had just started talking to this man and already we were discussing the details of our arrangement. <br><br>He was very adamant that I not tell anybody about our little arrangement. He said he was a pretty important person where he worked and he didn’t want this to get out and ruin his reputation. I told him I wouldn’t say anything, which seemed to calm him down enough to continue with the conversation. <br><br>We met up that night for dinner at a small restaurant in town. I got there a little early but he was already there, sitting at the bar. I’ll never forget the first time I saw him. I remember thinking how handsome and chiseled he was. I can’t really tell you what he looks like now because it’s all pretty fuzzy, but at the time he did something for me. <br><br>The whole date was pretty normal. I was a little upset that he had already paid for my meal before I got there, it made me feel like he didn’t want me to get cold feet and bail on him or something. I tried to play it cool and thanked him. Other than that the date was pretty uneventful. He was genuinely a very nice guy. <br><br>We met up a few more times that week. He was very respectful and never tried anything with me that I wasn’t comfortable with, and for that, I was grateful. The first time we slept together was awkward only because it was the first time I had ever done something like this and I wasn’t sure of all the dynamics. <br><br>He never tried to make me do weird kinky stuff, although he did have some fetishes, he just seemed like a genuine guy looking for companionship. He would tell me all about his job, or his day, or his troubles and I guess that’s what really got to me. <br><br>I started to develop feelings for him. I couldn’t help it. He was a really nice, handsome man and he always made me feel important. <br><br>I didn’t notice anything was off about him until one night we were watching tv at his house and he excused himself for a second, but before he did, he asked me not to move while he was gone. I really didn’t think anything of it. He was probably just going to the bathroom or something and he just wanted to make sure I was still there when he got back, but I knew that wasn’t it. <br><br>I remember sitting there for what seemed like forever, almost as if I was frozen in place. I didn’t even get up to get a glass of water. I just sat there until he came back. He asked me if I had moved at all and I said no. He thanked me and we continued watching tv like nothing had happened. <br><br>This continued for a few weeks until I finally decided enough was enough. I couldn’t just sit there the whole time he was away. One night, he was in the kitchen and I decided to snoop around a little bit. I walked over to one of the book cases in the living room and pretended to be reading the titles on the books. <br><br>He said he needed me to stay in the living room while he fixed himself a drink. I told him I couldn’t do that anymore. He got angry with me and I told him I needed some time to myself. <br><br>That was the first time I had spent the night away from him in weeks. I stayed at a hotel. I was scared to go home because I thought he might show up there. <br><br>The next morning, I got a call from him. He said he was sorry and that he still very much wanted to see me and for me to continue being his sugar baby. <br><br>When we met up that night, I asked him why he always made me stay in the same spot. He looked at me and said that he wasn’t trying to be mean. It was just that he needed to know where I was. I asked him if he was worried I was going to steal something from him. He said that wasn’t it at all. <br><br>I made him tell me or I wasn’t going to continue seeing him. He finally caved in and told me. <br><br>“I need to know that the devil is still in the living room before I go in the kitchen.” Was all he said. <br><br>I was so confused until I remembered the time at his house when he had asked me not to move while he was gone and how I just sat frozen in place for almost thirty minutes waiting for him to come back. <br><br>I didn’t ask him any more questions. I told him I understood and that I would never move while he was gone again. <br><br>Not long after our little talk was when the favors started. He would have me do little things for him that I thought were weird, but he would pay me so much that I just did it and kept my mouth shut. <br><br>One time he asked me to watch a movie and write down the plot, characters, setting, the whole shebang. I was pretty sure he was testing me for something, but he paid me one thousand dollars to watch a movie I had already seen. <br><br>That went on for a few weeks until he asked me to do something different. He wanted me to go to a specific restaurant at a specific time and sit there and drink a glass of wine. He told me which table to sit at and when to get up and leave. When I asked him why, he told me he needed me to keep something at bay. <br><br>That’s when the strange things started happening. <br><br>I did everything he asked me to do to the letter. I sat at the table he told me to sit at. I sat there until the time he told me to leave and I left. I didn’t even finish my glass of wine. <br><br>As soon as I stepped outside, I felt it. It’s a feeling I can’t describe. It’s indescribable. But I can tell you that it wasn’t a good feeling. Something was off and I knew it. <br><br>I hailed a taxi and rode back to my apartment. I locked myself inside and double checked all of the locks. When I finally sat down on the couch, I broke down and cried. I was so scared and I didn’t even know why. <br><br>A couple of days later, I got another message from him. He wanted to meet up for dinner again. I couldn’t say no. Three thousand dollars a month was too much for me to just throw away because I had gotten a little spooked. <br><br>I met up with him and he took me to a park. We walked around the lake and he told me about all the different animals that lived there. I had never spent so much quality time with him. <br><br>That night he dropped me off at home and told me he would give me another task soon. <br><br>The next task I got from him was strange, to say the least. I had to go to Target and buy exactly four hundred and twenty dollars worth of groceries. He gave me a specific list of things to get and specific brands. I thought it was a little odd that he knew the exact price of all the items he was asking me to get, but the thought didn’t last very long. <br><br>The next task came almost immediately after the last one. I once again had to go to a specific restaurant at a specific time and sit down at a specific table. This time, however, things were different. <br><br>As I sat there, something grabbed my hair. I started screaming and the people at the other tables started yelling at me to be quiet. I didn’t stop screaming, though. I got up and ran out of the restaurant. I hailed another taxi and rode back to my apartment. <br><br>When I got inside I checked all of the locks and this time I called Charlie. I cussed him out and