Incomplete...

Happiness: such a broad term. This can mean so many different things to so many different people. It can be anything from a simple word or phrase that elates you, to a life dream that you see materializing before your very eyes. This is the happiness that we all long for, yet so many of us spend a lifetime dreaming of, wishing we could find...this is the absolute in our eyes. This is that special something we all yearn for, deep within, whether we are willing to admit it, or not...this is what I have every time she is beside me.

So gentle readers, there is so much I could say at this point. I could begin with the trip to Alabama that my daughter and I took, the turbulative times we felt while there, when I felt I had to fight to keep my head above water; the wonderful proposal that followed, mending everything that had felt like it was shattering, making everything feel so right, leaving me longing to gaze down at my hand and see that symbol of forever; the one day we spent at our house, filled with false promises from third parties of long distance road trips, the stressful moments of trying to get that last moment plane ticket to spend special first holidays as a family, only having a second of time to do so; or I could skip all of the stressful, dramatic moments, and lead to where we are at right now...which is what I shall do...

After much traveling, seriously getting our air time in the period of two weeks, anywhere from Alabama to New Jersey, here we are now... Here I am...the one place i most long to be-- with the two most important people to me. My (one day our, hopefully) daughter, and the woman I love more than words can express... All I can do is bask in the lovely, blissful light of love and wish it never to end...knowing that one day, hopefully sooner than later, we will all enmesh as a family, and I will become her wife. This is all I can do; all I can think of. 
Running my hand over her face last night, gazing at her, memorizing every inch under my fingers, blinking back the tears that I could feel coming into my eyes, knowing that I will have to leave, not knowing for how long...filling me with inexplainable joy, yet unbelievable heartbreak...

Elated...

Things have been pretty crazy lately. We've had some pretty intense ups and downs. I feared losing you more than anything in the world--however, all bad things do end, eventually, and they have. The bad has been replaced with the greatest good ever...
Saturday night/Sunday morning you proposed while we were on video chat. I am the happiest woman in the world. You have filled my babygirl heart to the max. I am so joy-filled. All that is missing at this point is being with you; which I know will come, hopefully sooner, rather than later.
In that moment, all of the bad we had been struggling through over the past few days became obsolete. Everything became so right.

I love you daddy R. I love you more than you could ever imagine. The way you make my world so right is something I could never lose. Thank you for making everything so right- for filling me with such joy and light- for making me yours, for keeps.

I'm your partner, your babygirl, your future wife.

Really? **also a modified FB message**

2.13.2013



this will be 'the date' (I've dreamed of my whole life; the white dress....on the beach, with our friends and family--the woman of my dreams--everything becoming solidified and complete, finally...giving Chloe the family she deserves--her Mummy & her Ibu...the perfect little flower girl. The perfect little life....)



2.13-- the first time "i love you" was said...



2013-- the year we talked about in a hypothetical sense......



.....and there we have it. the day all of my dreams will become a reality.



We will be a family.

♥Always♥

If I Could Show You **poetry**

If I could hold you in my arms
And reassure you of everything
Tell you that everythings okay
And mean it.
If I could be there for you
Whenever you needed someone
So you're never lonley
And provide true companionship.
If I could be the one beside you
When you are out as well as in bed at night
No matter what.
If I could show you how much you mean to me
And you actually would see it
You would know that I am in love with you.
\If I could show you
That we could be forever
Would you then accept my love for you?
Would you then be able to see
How much you mean to me.

Please Don't...

Please don't do this. You say how much you love me, and all this talk of the future; of our future, but then turn your back on everything at the slightest turbulation?

Am I not enough for you? Can I not make you happy? Am I too much of a disappointment?

You are my world, my every breath. You make my dark days light again.
I can't take this. I don't think it's fair to either of us that you are willing to throw us away this easily.

Although you have not felt my priority, you still have been. I jump at your word. I know you don't believe this, but it is still true. My thoughts are consumed by your presence, yet now, you won't even speak to me.
It's as if my world is shattering before my eyes. I want to tell myself everything is going to be okay, but I don't know if it is. I don't know if you will let me make it okay...

I can sit, and tell myself that if you really do love me, you'll come around; and this, I believe...yet it still doesn't comfort me. It cannot soothe my breaking heart. I can tell myself that if it's meant to be, it will be--yet I don't believe this. I believe everything in life has to be cherished and worked at, to be.

I will sit, and wait, and wish that everything will be okay...

Missing my Daddy

The minutes turn into the hours which turn into the days, that seem so perpetual right now. I need the reassuring touch of my daddy's arms. The distance is so painful sometimes. All I can think of is what it will be like to finally have you by my side; to fall asleep every night wrapped in your arms, tucked away against your side- to wake up every morning to your beautiful smile and be able to touch you. I realize more and more, by the moment, just how much you mean to me. I want the safety you give me. I need the love you surround me in. I crave that perpetual happiness you fill me with.

I know you are scared, as am I. I understand there are apprehensions you have, and justified reason for them, but I believe with every fiber in my being, that everything will be alright...as soon as I'm by your side.

I love you...
This babygirl needs to be in her daddy's arms more than anything.

A Melancholy Trip...

The distance between us right now hurts my delicate babygirl heart. Not falling asleep 'with' you creates an empty void in me that is indescribable. All I wish right now is that I could be beside you...
Flying here yesterday was such a lonely experience. As I wandered through the airport, all I could think of was how I should be flying somewhere else-to you. I walked, and thought, and felt so sullen. The signs with all of the flights there made me feel so desperate.
Filled with desperation and sorrow, all I could do was think how full of elation I would be if only I were on the way to you...
I know one day I will be, hopefully sooner than later, but still, in this moment, it does nothing to calm this aching babygirl heart.

Needing your strength....

Right now all I can think of is you. I'm in a very vulnerable place tonight; I just want to sit, and let go of everything that I feel right now; I just want to cry..

The world keeps spinning, but I feel like I'm in a standstill. I feel as if I'm stuck, and I cannot move. The world and all of its people are busy, going about their daily lives, and I am doing is existing, going unnoticed, as everything else moves forward.
All of the external, daily stresses hit me, and all I want need is to be comforted. I need to be wrapped up and carried away to another place, in daddy's arms. I need that safety so badly right now. My babygirl heart aches with need. A desire insatiable by anything other than the strength and safety I feel wrapped up closely in daddy's arms.

Moments such as these are the hardest thing in the world. I do not possess the courage to fight on my own--these are the times my babygirl heart takes over every fiber in my being, and without daddy, I am left stranded, alone and helpless, without a fighting chance. These are the times when my true need surfaces most- when I am truly, 100%, that babygirl I am able to hide at times.

I just need your comfort....make it okay, daddy. Please, keep your babygirl safe. I don't want to face this world alone... I cannot do it right now. Whisper softly, in my ear, that everything will be okay. Hold me close, and don't let go. Run your fingers through my hair; wipe the tears rolling down my cheeks away, placing gentle kisses on my head. Hold me there, wrapped in your arms, surrounded in your love, until I fall asleep....Take away this sinking feeling that is eating away at me. I feel so weak and helpless right now....

Please, Daddy? **dirty writing for you**

Hands behind my back, you push me down onto my knees, seeing the anxious desire burning in my eyes. Running your finger across my lips, I flick my tongue against your fingertip, gently sucking, pulling it into my mouth; running my tongue up and down, sucking, teasingly, keeping my eyes locked with yours, full of intense wanting. You pull your hand away from my mouth, taking it and grabbing the back of my head, tangling your fingers in my hair, pulling me into you; my face pressed up against the crotch of you pants, burying it firmly against you. I can feel your dick through your pants, pressing against my mouth, hard. I move my eyes up to yours, silently begging you daddy, please? You let go of my head a little, yet still keeping a firm hold, as I continue to bury my face in your crotch, nipping gently.
As if answering my my silent plea, you step back a little, and unbuckle your belt. Keeping your eyes locked with mine, you ask babygirl, what do you want? As you begin to unbutton your pants, I look at you fiercely, filled with desire before softly responding to you, I want your dick in my mouth, daddy. As I sit, anxiously waiting, feeling the need build in me, you step back up to me, as your pants drop to the floor. One hand wrapped around your dick, you take a handful of my hair and pull me close to you, now pressing the head against my lips softly, as my tongue slides out to meet it. I open my mouth to you, placing a gentle kiss on the end of it, before I take the tip into my mouth and suck, gently, wrapping my tongue around it. I start to suck slowly, taking more of you into my mouth; you pull my hair more, lifting my head up a little more before quickly thrusting into my mouth, making me choke back a little. My eyes stay locked with yours, as you begin to move in and out of my mouth with more intensity. You keep a firm grip on my head, pressing deep into my throat, as you fuck my mouth.
I keep sucking, knowing daddy likes his dick in his babygirl's mouth, feeling myself getting wetter and wetter by the moment, knowing I am pleasing you; seeing the look in your eyes as you watch me, on my knees, with your dick filling my mouth. I continue as you keep pressing deeper and deeper into my throat; I hear your breathing quicken, as you pull my head harder onto you, in and out, faster and faster, before pushing me back, leaving me begging you for more; knowing how much I love pleasing you.
You pull me up, onto my feet, pressing your lips firmly against mine, grabbing my hand, wrapping it around your hard dick. I feel your tongue parting my lips, exploring my mouth, filled with passion, as I slide my up and down you. Your fingers tangle in my hair, moving my head to exactly where want it, pulling me even closer to you, before abruptly stopping, pushing me back down to my knees again. You pull my head back against you, as my lips part to take you into my mouth again. You shake your head, eyes filled with that authoritative stare, silently telling me no. Looking into your eyes, you can read every thought I have. You see how I'm filled with intense want, how desperately I want you inside me, yet you make me wait. You press your hands against my shoulders, nodding, telling me to get down further. I drop onto my hands and knees, ass high in the air. You drop onto your knees, behind me, running your finger along my wet pussy, as I take a quick breath with surprise. Your hands run along my body, up my sides, reaching around to grab my breasts. Your hands tug and squeeze none to gently, pinching at my nipples, making me squirm under your rough touch. I can feel your dick pressed against my ass, as your hands continue to explore my body. You run your hands back down my body, pulling me against you. Your fingers slide in between my legs again, as you begin to circle my clit, making a moan escape my lips as I try to press back harder against you. Don't move, babygirl, I hear you say. I know you mean business, by the tone filling your voice. You continue circling my clit, speeding up a little more, knowing it is driving me wild. You begin to slide your fingers down more, teasingly, barely entering me, making me want it even more. Please daddy, I need you inside me, I beg you. Sliding your fingers in a little more, I gasp out, as you drive me insane with desire. You know exactly what you are doing to me. You feel how wet you are making me. You know you are making me crazy with desire. You thrust your fingers into my wet pussy, harder now, deep inside me, moving them around inside me, as I use every ounce of self control I have not to move. You push them in and out, several times, before pulling them back out quickly.
I feel your hands pull my ass close to you, moving down, running your fingers over my pussy lips, spreading them gently, before being replaced by the tip of your dick. You rub your dick up and down against me, filling me with more anticipation than I can take. I feel you pressed against my pussy, just for a moment, as you grab hold of my ass again, and slam into me. Ohh, daddy, you know just how your babygirl likes it. Daddy, please. Fuck me...You begin to slide in and out of me, slowly at first. Your hands move up and down my back, scratching against my skin lightly, as you pick up pace. Your dick sliding in and out with more ferocity than before. You pull almost all the way out, before slamming back into me so hard, keeping a tight hold on my ass. Yes, daddy. Please. Fuck your babygirl hard You feel so good inside of me, fucking me...moving in and out of my wet pussy...You move one hand off of my ass, sliding it around, circling my clit as you thrust your dick in and out of me, faster and faster. You feel my muscles begin to contract around you, as you push in, so deep, and stay right there, making me beg you not to stop. Please daddy? Please? Make me come? As I beg you to continue, you begin to move in and out of me again; slower and deeper in me than before. You push all the way inside me, as I feel your hips pressed up against my ass, moving slightly, firmly against me. You pull back a little, before slamming into me again, as I gasp Daddy, can I come? please?? As you continue to move in and out of me, you say come for daddy, babygirl. come, now. You feel me coming around you, as I gasp out in a cry of ecstasy. I hear your subtle moans, as you press deeply, coming with me, before pulling out of me.
You pull me close to you, wrapping me up in your arms, kissing me gently, as I whisper Thank you daddy...I love you. I know I am safe in your arms--the only place I ever want to be.

Don't Let Me...

I'm so stressed out right now. All I want is to be in your arms and to hear you tell me that everything is going to be okay...however, this is not what I am writing about, right now...I need to go back to last night.....

So, as insignifigant as it may seem, as I was writing on the computer last night, it powered down, and I lost a good 30 minutes worth of writing. I, being irritated and irrational, went into hyper-bitch-mode. I took out my frustrations, unfairly, on you, and I take full responsibility for this. After I got the computer booted back up, I skype called you. Since we had been sitting in silence for a while, and I knew how tired you were, I asked you (on the phone) if you were still awake- I feel that you took a tone with me in that moment, and in a sense, fed into my frustration. (yes, daddy, your babygirl is a brat sometimes...but you already know this.) The way I heard your tone further exacerbated my already tense state, causing me to get bitchy towards you. I am very deeply sorry for this. I slammed the computer shut, and in my irritated rage, stormed off across the living room, saying I think I need to go. When I said this to you, no part of me actually wanted to hang up the phone with you. I wanted you to talk to me- to calm me down- to not let me go; instead though, you hung up the phone. No words, no anything...just a dead line. This made me not only more frustrated, but hurt my heart. I felt like you didn't want me, in that moment.
In these awkward, tense moments, I need you to know, I don't want to push you away. I don't want space. I want you to pull me closer, as difficult as it may be. All I want is for you to reassure me and be there for me; unconditionally. I know we fed off of each others negative energy; I accept and acknowledge this, but I need you to understand why this happened; which means I let you in even more.
When I feel like I am being pushed, or even neglected a little, it scares me. It makes my already vulnerable babygirl heart feel like I should protect myself; in a very counterproductive turn, exacerbating already tense moments. I feel, however wrong it may be, that in these moments, if I begin to self-sabotage, in a sense, it would no longer be me being rejected or pushed away, it would be a negative image I am creating, ergo, making it less painful for me. If it's not really me being pushed or neglected, although it still hurts to have that distance, it's more of an artificial pain. It still hurts me, but it's on a more superficial level. I don't want to do this. I don't want to push you away or take out my frustrations on you, but at the same time, I want you to know why this happens; and more importantly, how to keep it from happening and how to fix it.

If I'm in spoiled little bitchy brat mode, you have to take the control back...
Stand up and make your babygirl know that you are still in charge of the situation. Please, daddy, make it all better...I'm yours--don't let me forget it.

Enough?

You say I don't initiate things when it comes to the sexual venue. Sometimes I really don't think you understand just how hard it is for me; just how hard I've been trying. I hate that I cannot satiate this need for you. It hurts me to know that I am not fully satisfying you, for this is all I wish to do.

Last night, I could hear a certain level of frustration in your voice; it made me feel slightly inadequate. I wanted to please you, although sometimes I do not know how to overcome my fears and anxieties. I know these stress you, putting an uncomfortable pressure on you; this is not fair to you, at all. It makes me wonder sometimes, just how long it will be okay with you before you throw your hands up in angst and give up on me. I promise you this will all be different when we are together on that physical level that we typically only dream of; I just hope I can be enough for you until then.

I know that I did come through for you last night, and brought you back to that place that we both wanted to be in, yet at the same time, I feel that I should do more. I should be able to speak the words and thoughts that we both desire so much. I should be able to paint the images I see so vividly, for you. Those deep, intense, desire-filled moments, filled with passion and need. I want to be able to share with you the heat that I fill with every fiber of my being; when it hits me so hard it hurts...because it does. I'm filled with such intense desire that it makes not only my heart and soul, but my body ache.

This need I have makes me want to fall to my knees, and beg you to take me in every way possible. Please, daddy, make me yours. Make me submit to you in ways that only you can do; you own me on such a myraid of levels. I am your babygirl in each and every way. Hold me, love me, cherish me, control me. Make me everything you want.

I push myself out of my comforts for you, and I do believe that you see this, but it still keeps me wondering if I am enough for you. Am I really what you want? Can I make you happy, and satiate all of your needs in every way? Would you let me know if I didn't?

This babygirl wants to be everything to you. I want to be the center of your universe, as you are mine.

"Good Morning Babygirl..."

"Good Morning, babygirl."
A smile spreads across my face as I cook breakfast, answering the phone, hearing your voice on the other end of the phone. It's these simple moment that have me craving you more and more by the moment. You make me feel so loved; so cherished. It's so great...Although the distance seperates us, these are the moments I feel closest to you. The little words you say to me. I love being your babygirl. I cannot think of anything more blissful...

I know you're at work right now, but I can't help but wish you were here with me, allowing me to cuddle up in your arms, and just be. I just want to be held; I want to feel your fingers running through my hair. Brush the hair out of my face, kiss me gently, tell me daddy loves his babygirl. All is right when I am with you.

A day....in my babygirl heart....

Daddy, will you make sure everything is okay? Will you make sure I am safe, and keep me out of harms way? Will you continue to praise your babygirl, and tell me how proud of me you are? These are the things I crave from you most. These are the things I need to make my babygirl heart feel whole; to thrive and excell in all things in life. I need your safety...

Today has been a very busy day, to say the least. This morning we spent quite a while over at the neighbor's house, basking in the warm sunlight cast down upon us, the calm breeze whisking my hair back gently...It was something I am not typically comfortable with. I tend to keep to myself more than not; keep people at a distance...This is something I am trying to get out of a little bit though...

Last night was wonderful. The conversation was intense at times, but very comforting in the same sense. You want to have a social life, together, yet you know I am more withdrawn. You are more than fine with just having me there, "looking pretty, on your arm." This is my idealistic scenario. I am oh so fond of the speak when spoken to thought. It makes a social venue easy for me...


"Well ur daddy misses u a lot today babygirl- Although I will b out for a bit u can ensure I will b home in enough time to chat with u my love- I am very proud ur coming out and doing ur due diligence for ur job interviews with ur phone calls and visiting with ur neighbor. Big smiles here.- U will be rewarded"
I love hearing that daddy is proud of me. It puts me on top of the world. My biggest wish (other than being able to be held every night and knowing you are beside me) is to make daddy proud of his babygirl. These are the moments I crave most. The whole time, when doing "important" things, I sit and think, in the back of my mind, "is daddy going to be proud of me?" or "I hope daddy is proud of me for this." I just want to hear those words that send me to such an elated place. Perhaps it sounds simple, but truely, I am the most complex form of simplicity. If you understand it, it's fairly cut and dried--otherwise, you'll never get it...if I let you in, you must be something special to me....if I let my babygirl heart show, you must be even more....

My babygirl heart is my most vulnerable place. It's not something just anyone can know; it's a place where I crumble easily. I need to be held, and coddled and kept safe...My babygirl heart is something that needs to be loved, and guided and cherished for its good and bad moments. It's the truest place of my being that one can touch. It's definitely the most vulnerable place someone can know, and that's why not just anyone knows my true essence- it is a place that only my daddy can be let into. It's where at any moment I could have evey part of my being shattered, because I have let everything go, and allowed myself to be.
I have let my walls down and begun feeling things I never thought would be possible. I have entered a world where nothing else exists- only daddy and his babygirl. It is the ultimate form of vulnerability, and this is why I live in fear. I have become what I never thought I would. I am that scared babygirl; the one that needs the affection and adoration of her daddy. The one that puts on a serious gameface and can show the world a strong person, yet only longs for the care and compassion of her daddy; that just wants to be held oh so closely, and told that nothing can touch her as long as she's wrapped in his arms. That's what this babygirl heart has let happen...and it's the ultimate vulnerabilty.

All there is left is to hope for the best, and wish that all of my idealisms will be realities.

I don't mean to...

"I don't mean to come across as a hard ass daddy but I'm getting killed in bills..."
this is how it began. A smile to help soothe, unknowlingly, my difficult day. That is the text that made everything feel somewhat better, again. My babygirl heart had been needing that. I replied by saying I "kinda liked it" not wanting to be overly vocal, just acknowledging the daddy reference; yet inside, I was screaming out on the rooftop, my daddy is still there. I needed that- I needed the little nudge. I needed to feel like daddy was there for his babygirl. It felt good to be reprimanded, in a sense. I needed it, to make me feel like I was still daddy's babygirl. Sometimes I just want, need, that authorative push. It makes my heart feel warm- it makes everything feel right again....
True, it was simple. The conversation was referencing the cell phone minutes- something ever so mundane- which made it even better, in a sense...but having daddy step in made my babygirl heart flutter a bit.

We haven't talked much today and I've been missing her like something fierce. I had my interview, which was stellar. The man wants an in person interview with me as soon as possible. R was not pleased with salary/compensation...It hurt my fragile heart when she came across in an abrasive manner with me about it, but in retrospect, I know it is just because she cares. It made me, in the moment, feel like she didn't want me anymore. Like she was pushing back.........

Wishing........missing you.

Sometimes nights can be the hardest. Just dreaming of being in daddy's arms. Knowing that we're so far away, yet so close at the same time.
Hearing her say, "go be with your friends" and hearing the sincerity in her voice, but knowing that all I want is to be with her. That she is always number one, first and foremost to me. It feels so amazing, knowing that she wants me to still have some freedom, but at the same time, it hurts because I cannot have her at the moment. I want her to want me--I know she does, but is it not intense enough?

All I can think of is her. She told me that she would Skype with me for 5 miniutes tonight if I could promise that it would be for my eyes only, which I did with ease. Just having that 5 or so minutes with her was enough to satisfy my aching heart. It is strange to me to not have her on the phone as I go to sleep tonight. It hurts my heart so much, but I know she is trying to make sure I have what I need...what she cannot realize is that all I truely need in this life is her. It hurts me so desperately to not have her beside me. Every night when I close my eyes I am thinking of her; as I close my eyes to sleep, the intoxicating scent of her laying beside me fills my every sense. Her sweet, sleeping sounds fill my soul with happiness....it hurts, not having her there with me tonight. It's as if there's this great, empty void in me tonight...I need her so badly......daddy, where are you? I know you are sleeping, but I need you...
I need to be in your arms. I need to feel that safety that you give me. I need that happiness right now...I thought that this may happen, if I didn't have you as I fell asleep, I just did not know how intense it would be.....

To sum everything up in a sentence here, I love my daddy*R* more than anything in life can describe. More than I know how to express, although I wish I did...All I can wish for at this point, is that daddy love his babygirl in the same sense that she loves him...

One day he will read this, and hopefully it will mean what it is meant to...until then, I will leave it with the feeling I have deep within my heart, wishing I had the courage to share, yet knowing his babygirl is not strong enough to come out with her true hearts thoughts....

One day, daddy. I promise, one day I will find the strength, for your babygirl to let you know what she is thinking....until then, I love you with every piece of myself....

Je t'aime, a la lune, et au dos.......toujours.

"Good Girl...."

Daddy says "good girl..."
my heart melts. Hearing those words make me feel like I am the best babygirl in the world. I love feeling like I make her proud. It feels so good. It's those little, seemingly insignifigant moments that make me feel on top of the world. Making daddy proud is the thing I want most. There are so many times that I feel like I'm not enough, or I'm letting her down- not living up to my expectations; but then comes a few words in a text message, saying good girl, and it throws me on top of the world. Just the little touch of praise makes the energy surge through my body, making me feel so alive and exhilirated.

I'm never quite sure why these small things are so huge; why when she gets the daddy tone to her voice, or the daddy look in her eyes it makes me melt. It makes my babygirl heart come to surface even more, and all I want is to make her happy; anything just to make daddy tell me what a good girl I am. I submit, mentally and physically; there are no boundaries, for I know he will keep me safe. I know that daddy will protect and keep his babygirl safe, no matter what. The little girl that stays hidden away in my heart, so well, is free to be. No harm can touch me when I'm wrapped safe in daddy's arms.

A slight glimpse...

Daddy, a word that has more meaning to some than others, on many levels...

My daddy may not be what you would think of, when the word is spoken. I still have a voice, although at times it may be smaller, my opinion still counts. I have the safety and protection of being her babygirl; I have the boundary lines, that although I dance along, I am cautious not to step over. I know my place, and I love everything about it. My place is where she tells me it is, and this is something I would not trade for the world. Don't get me wrong, I still have the freedom to make my own cognizant choices, I just know that when it comes down to it, I don't make the decision.

When the daddy idea was brought to play, the first warning was of dynamic and this would not be the "typical" daddy situation.  I was not put off by this, but quite the contrary- a little more drawn in. The perfect balance of masculine & feminine energy is brought to the table. The daddy/babygirl dynamic, not always brought to play, but knowing that it always exists. I'm loved and cherished, as more than a woman, but as yours.

I know the look that takes over when I am expected to do as she says; when she is no longer herself, but she has taken over the role of Daddy. I know that tone of voice that means I no longer have a say in anything. That I am her babygirl--nothing more, nothing less. I am overcome by the power and authority she possesses, and will submit in any and every way possible, to please my Daddy.

The ways of an assumed daddy/babygirl dynamic are not this, but this is my dynamic. This is the way we function, and it is perfect. Although I know that daddy is always there, I also know that this role does not always consume life...