*Waves* Hello everyone. After seeing so many members here claiming they want to give up on looking, on that they will be lonely forever, or that no one will ever love them… I have decided to start this thread in hopes to let some people know that, there is always hope.
This thread is for Success Stories of those in CG/l who have met and are now living their dream with their partner. This is a place to share the stress of looking, the impatience of waiting, but the reality that it paid off and they now have their happily ever after.
I am going to start with my own story to get the ball rolling. I am going to bare all about myself only to hope that I can show that to achieve your Forever CG or Forever Little, this isn’t something that just magically happens. This is a long and arduous path that takes monumental effort. But it does, in fact, pay off at the end.
And Daddy, MisterJ, this goes out to you
I have always known I was a sub and that I desperately wanted a D/s relationship, so much so I knew that nothing else would ever fulfill me other than a D/s relationship. Even at eighteen I knew, without a doubt, I needed a Dom clearly enough that I just wasn’t interested in anyone else.. And when I finally started dating, I knew they wouldn’t last and I really only looked at them as friends because I knew they weren’t what I needed. Fair to them? No. But I honestly blame myself for being young and naive for being so… cold.
My last vanilla relationship ended at the end of me being twenty years old. That relationship was when I drew the line. I had dated before but never once did I feel a spark or connection with them. Because they weren’t Dom and I was not allowing myself to be who I truly was. I tried to get him interested in very basic kinky stuff but it was a no go. So finally we broke up and I made a vow I would never be in a vanilla relationship. It was too hard to suppress myself and I would never hurt myself like that again. Simply put, life is too short.
Then I got involved with a man who introduced me to the thought of calling him Daddy. Ultimately he wasn’t a Daddy or even a real Dom (and you know how I hate to call people fake Doms). He literally just wanted a slave (not a D/s slave) and someone so he never had to be an adult. That ended quickly. But by the time I was twenty-one I was now interested in why the thought of calling my partner ‘Daddy’ was so appealing. I never did call him it, he had just suggested it and said he felt like it would be natural for me. So after we broke up I started my research.
My research on ‘Daddy’ started in 2012. I was obsessed with it. Finally something that sounded like what I had been feeling for years. I had been researching BDSM since forever and was very familiar with all things kink. Don’t get me wrong, I was no expert, but I knew that I wanted a Dominant and I knew what I needed from that Dominant. Or so I thought. The more I learned about DDlg the more my need to find a Daddy grew. And grew more intense than any other desire to have a partner before. Then I stumbled upon the forum and -ta daaaaa- I found my community. Being around so many people… I couldn’t handle my need for a partner anymore. And for the first time, I started actively putting myself out there.
I immersed myself in chat, I made a detailed profile, I made a lengthy personal... and… nothing. Don’t get me wrong, I was flooded with friend requests.. But it was all the same - the instant gratification types. And though some are okay with that, I was looking for my Forever Daddy. And… I was growing weary. I had two opportunities (actually outside of the forum), one of them ghosted me and it took the help of a good friend from the forum for me to understand I didn’t do anything wrong. This guy had started letting me open up and then… I was no longer important. It crushed me. Because even though I barely opened up to him, it was the first time opening up my little for anyone in any way. I almost wanted to stop looking altogether after that. I have profound trust issues, as most do, and just that small set back upset me enough to be like “I never want to endure this again.”
I had begun to realize just how significant my little side was.
The second guy was actually, okay. He was in my area and didn’t throw any red flags, was an intellect and honest. I appreciated that. So we were casually chatting. But then… I had to quickly let him go (and informed him as such). Because Daddy waltzed into my life and I met MisterJ in October 2016.
I was in chat (like always) and he popped in and started chatting everyone up. There was something about his energy that caught my attention so I spat fire right back at him. It was casual and fun and like everything else you see in chat. But then, the next day, I realized he had messaged me - because of course I accepted his friend request the night before. And I felt a liiiiittle flutter in my stomach. And wouldn’t you know it… he got me right away because he commented on my igloo and on my title (Sapiophile). And thus our exchange began.
That day we met in chat again. This was back when we had direct private messaging (think of FB messenger) and we started our own private chat. That was the longest, but quickest, most fun, yet most intense, chat I have ever had. In 4 hours we hit every major topic you can think of; we talked about philosophy, political views, views on marriage, childbearing, body type, travelling, schooling, psychology, kinks (in general), technology, music, movies, commitments, and everything else. I can honestly say, when we finally stopped chatting - because at that point, I wasn’t in main chat, it was just Daddy and me - I was so exhausted, my brain hurt because our conversation was so rapid and deep. It was amazing. And it was then that the initial hook sincerely sank in.
I can’t honestly tell you how much we communicated back then. Why? It was too much. We quickly exchanged skype information, but didn’t video or audio until weeks later. Then when that wasn’t enough we did video. When that wasn’t enough, we downloaded Whattsapp and texted throughout the day. We had skype dates while watching documentaries, while listening to Alan Watts lectures, while discussing whatever we could think of. We revealed so much of ourselves that I thought… surely this wasn’t even happening. I am NEVER this open with something. But I was with MisterJ, because since day one, there was this Spark that drew me to him.
I was graduating that semester and we decided that we had to meet. We clicked every single box for one another, we needed to be in the same place with one another to see if it was real, or all just internet magic. At some point, we aren’t even sure, we knew that this was it and we were going to be together. I had broken my cardinal rule committed myself to him by the end of that October and just knew he was my Daddy. So we made plans and it was decided I would fly over and stay with him for two months.
But let me be honest. We weren’t vocally sure of anything. It was too good to be true. The distance was too heavy of a reality. We still didn’t know if we were compatible physically and mentally yet when in person. We didn’t know if we could live together - and we knew we couldn’t have an online relationship permanently - we both DO NOT believe in LDRs, at all. There was doubt. There was hurt feelings. There was crying and torture. But it was because we felt so deeply for one another that, well, how could there not be a rollercoaster?
So. We bought a ticket, made arrangements, and I flew out. And those next two months? Were literally the happiest months of my life. And (as he has told me) they were for him too. We finally realized we clicked on every level. We stayed up all night talking and opening up more and more until finally, there was nothing left that the other didn’t know. Now… we both are stubborn and strong-willed so this was not the honeymoon phase - this was reality. We fought over stupid stuff sometimes because, well… we are human. But every fight brought up closer together because we made it paramount to ALWAYS trust and practice our belief of 100% communication. So though we fought, we grew stronger every day.
But then… I had to come back to the states. But it didn’t matter. Because while I was there, Daddy had asked me to spend the rest of my life with him. And when Home is asking you to stay, you say yes.
The moment I got in the car and went to the airport, we knew that I would be back. The states wasn’t home. He was. Daddy was my home. And I was his. So we knew it was only a matter of time.
I have been in the states for seven months now. It it has been the most torturous experience of my life. I have cried more, my health has declined and my stress has been up… I literally have silver hair now (dusted in). And its not because I am so dependent on Daddy. It is because I have finally found a place that made me happy - a geographic location that made me feel safe and energetic. A town that made me feel proud to be there. And of course, my Daddy who is my very best friend. It made me realize that I had been living a hollow life all these years because I knew I was missing something. And it was my ability to take control of my life. My life has always been dictated by others, even when I have been making the decisions. But Daddy help liberate that in me. I was now taking control of my life. I was now going to do things that made me happy. I was now going to do things I have always wanted to do (outside of finding my partner). I was now going to be ME.
So now… seven months later. I have my visa. I have my plane ticket. And I have boxes around me. I leave the states in six weeks. And I get to be with Daddy once more. We get to find a house together. We get to build a life together. And I know, trust me I know, it is going to be so hard. I am literally moving across the world. It will be the hardest phase of my life. But I know it will be the happiest.
I have waited for so long. Dreamt of finally being able to reveal and be my true self. To not have to hide who I was, to fear my partner running away or fear my partner simply not being able to measure up. I have been waiting to let me embrace my identity on my own and be proud of who I am. Finally, finally, finally.
So remember. It can and will happen for you. You just need to be patient and realize, it will not happen overnight. It will NOT always be pretty and perfect. But it IS a reality you can have, with time.
I love my Daddy with all my heart and he is perfect for me, even when we don’t see eye to eye. I love this man and I couldn’t believe I was lucky enough to have him stumble upon me.
And I can honestly say… thanks to the DDlg Forum, I am able to finally, finally have my Daddy..
*Waves* Hey guys! Just an update!! I have officially been in Australia for 32 days and Daddy and I already have our own place, I have a bunch of stuff set up and we haven't killed each other in our sleep! I think we are doing well!
But for real, it is amazing to be able to cuddle and hold hands and eat dinner together. That long and arduous path I mentioned? So worth it!
Edited by Little Illy, 27 February 2018 - 10:55 PM.
Had member edit content due to mention of researching the lifestyle before age of 18