Yes, daddy

Sweet Dreams

I am currently sitting in the car with Mr. Carter. I never realized how tall he was until he was sitting right beside me. He looks about 6'4 or 6'5, or maybe it's just because I'm really short. Anyway my point is that he is really tall.

After about 30 minutes we pull up in front of this HUGE house that is If you could even call it a house. "Come on little one it's time we get inside. It's getting late and you have to eat dinner before you go to bed" he says and I simply just nod my head. Why would he want me out of all people to live with him? I mean I'm nothing special.

Grabbing my hand he walks with me into the house and I'm memorized by its beauty. I never exactly understood why people wanted to live in such big houses. "What would you like to eat hun" he asks me with a smile on his face "Uhh can I have dinosaur chicken nuggets?" I ask. I'm still not in my headspace and I wish to keep it that way. Garenteeded he'd think I was a freak if I started to walk around sucking a binkie and holding my favorite stuffie in my hand. He would probably definitely think I'm a freak if I wear my favorite onesie. This is what I hate the most. Society decides what is right and wrong for us to do. If we were all littles and daddy/mommy dom's then anyone who wasn't would be an outsider, an outcast. The reason I think that people think that people in the DDLG community are 'freaks' or 'perverted' is because they don't understand the lifestyle. Nowadays I've accepted that I'm never going to find myself a daddy, they are rather hard to find.

I jumped when someone set a plate in front of me, I really have to stop zoning out. I look down to see that he ACTUALLY made me dinosaur chicken nuggets. To say the least I was surprised that he had them.

I am in the midchew when Mr. Carter spoke

" Raleigh are you a little?" he asks flat out. My hands feel clammy and I fiddle with my fingers "Your parents told me that you are but I wanted to hear it from you. I promise I won't judge me" I then finally look up at him with tears in my eyes. I'm not ashamed of who I am and I usually don't care what other people think but for some reason, I really care about this opinion of me. I take a deep breath. I minus well tell him, my parents already did. All I have to do it confirm it.

"Yeah I'm a little," I say and I swear to god I have never seen anyone smile as big as he did.

"Fantastic," He said "Now I'm just going to plain out ask you and not beat around the bush" He looks nervous and I find it a little bit funny. He seems like the confident type so whatever he asks me next he probably is really important to him "So I'm a daddy dom and I've been looking for a little for some time now" I can literally feel my heart stop "I was wondering if you wanted to be my little? I think that you would be perfect" Can today get any better? I cannot even count how many times I have dreamed of finding a daddy dom to take care of me and love me. Sometimes I felt like that was what kept me going, the hope of one day finding someone to love me.

"I'd love to be your little" that's all I manage to get out and he seems thrilled.

"Perfect," He says with the grin returning to his face that was painted on it earlier "Come on little one, It's getting late, I'll show you your room" He gets up and beckons me to follow him by the wave of his hand. I obviously complied and even though I don't know what his rules are yet, I still have a general idea of what they could be.

I know for sure our relationship will most likely not s****l since I'm underage and he doesn't seem like the kind of person that would expect that from me or anyone for that matter.

We stop abruptly in front of a door to a room and I accidentally bump into him.

"Sorry," I say gazing up at him. He just smiles down and tells me that it's okay. He finally opens the door and we walk inside. The walls are painted a light purple and there's a white adult sized crib along the wall. Theres a changing table in the left corner and in the right there is a bunch of different toys. There is a small TV stand like structure that has a small version of a big TV on it. There was a walk in closet a little bit of space away from the crib. I turn to Daddy and jump up at him and hug him around the waist. I suddenly realize that this is the first time I've referred to him as 'daddy' in my mind.

"thank you so much daddy, I love it" and I truly do, I love it.

I never thought that I would ever be this happy. I never thought that I would ever feel this cared about, like I was important. I never thought that I would ever feel safe or that I would ever have a place to call home.

There's even one of those dangly things above the crib!! It has little stars on it as well as little animals, they're see-through rock-like structures.

Daddy realizes that I'm looking at it and he walks over to the light switch, why? I dunno. He flips off the lights and I am breathless.

"Oh my god, Daddy! Look they're glowing!"

"Yes baby girl, they are"

At that moment my smile fades and embarrassment washes over. I haven't slipped into my headspace since I've been here. What if I disappointed him? Or what if he doesn't want me anymore and he gives this room to someone else. It's like he can sense my worry because he crouches down in front of me.

"Listen sweetie, It's okay that you haven't slipped into your headspace yet. Take as much time as you need to because I want you to feel comfortable" he smiled at me, cupping my cheek and wiping a tear away that I hadn't known fell from my eyes " he looks at me with such lovingness in his eyes that I break into sobs, how embarrassing.... Maybe not so much because he wraps me in his arms and pulls me close. Whispering sweet nothings into my ear and slightly rocking me to and fro. He picks me up and carries me to the changing table.

"I'm going to change you into Pj's now, is that alright?" he asks, clearly considering my feelings. I nod my head and sniffle a little bit.

He pulls down my pants and underwear and puts a pull up on me. He then takes a onesie and carefully dresses me in it before picking me up once again and walking over to the crib. He lays me down and pulls the blankets up over me and securing me in warmth. He hands me something that I recognize instantly. George. How could I have forgotten about him? Oh my I am such a bad mother.

To try to make it up to him I snuggle George tightly to my chest and look up at the man looming above me.

"Good night Hun" pushing the hair off my forehead "sweet dreams" he says and leans down to kiss me on the head.

"Good night Daddy" I saw leaning up to kiss him on the cheek. A blush stains my face after I did that. I don't know what came over me but it was like I couldn't control myself. He smiled at me one more time before leaving the room. I close my eyes and smile contently.