***Before proceeding, please know that I am a BBW. I understand that it's not everyone's cup of crayons so I wanted to put it out there first as to not waste your time or mine***

It's been quite a journey so far and I've learned an awful lot about myself and this BDSM lifestyle. To my great relief, I saw that what I wanted really WAS possible; I just hadn't found the right people yet. I learned that I had to love myself, release my demons and continually work on making myself the best person I could be. Finally, I found out how amazing it feels and what it means to work hard for something I wanted so very badly.

I am very much a Daddy's silly little girl and I love just being goofy and having fun . I like making up words and talking funny. It makes me happy and makes people laugh .I am also Daddy's delicious lil cunt, His fuckdoll, His toy to be stripped to the core and used for His amusement and I love seeing that wicked smile upon His face when He does it. I long for those days to come again. I am hopelessly and completely devoted . My Daddy will be my best friend and if need be my worse enemy. I ache to find the true happiness in my servitude to Him. One who lifts me up when I stumble and lets me fall if I need to, but One who is always there to talk me through whatever challenges may come my way. One to help me to analyze my past and accept the factors that started me headed down this path. I seek One to help me turn horrible memories into overwhelming desires. I want to feel helpless to my Daddy knowing what evil lurks behind those eyes. I need to think about Him and become instantly consumed and unable to focus on anything else .I am content when Daddy is content; obedience to Him is my command but I'm a little girl, too, and sometimes obedience doesn't come easily. I'm not one of these "true" slaves who can just say "Yes, Sir" without a moment's hesitation to every request given. So how am I slave? Because whether I want to or not, obeying Daddy is not a choice. I don't want to be in control with Him, ever. I crave the security in my role below Him. I want to know if my baby girl (and sometimes willful) side gets the better of me, He will protect me by keeping me where I belong. I feel safest and happiest when I'm controlled in a manner where I'm not allowed the upper hand. I know that I cannot harm myself or us, and that His power is absolute. I am ultimately driven by a need to surrender...