So this year I found out I’m a little. I like to be called little girl, babygirl and princess. I like to color and I love Tinker Bell. I’m also a masochist and a sub. I’ve been told I have natural slave tendencies. Now I have a Daddy and I love him. How could I not he helped find myself. But life gets in the way of play and I miss the belt. I miss the horse whip. I miss the nipple torture and spankings. I even miss the evil stinging riding crop. So now it’s time for me to be an adult and realize life isn’t always about me getting my needs met. Yet I feel abandoned.
One of the reasons I left my marriage of 22 yrs in October is because everything came before us. The second reason is he wouldn’t Dom me and he certainly would never be my Daddy or Master. So I can’t meet these needs on my own but how the hell am I supposed to find a man who can give me what I need when I’m frickin 46 and live in Alaska. It’s ridiculous. I might as well give up now.
So yeah I found out but it’s way to late!