Where did you meet your littles?

[NerdyDaddy]

The reason why I'm asking is because I'm patiently searching for my little and I know she's out there somewhere, I just don't know where yet. I'm on tumblr and fetlife, but I don't really use fetlife anymore.

And I thought it would be very interesting to hear the stories of how you met your littles

Happy posting ^^

 

[Guest DominantBlogger]

For me it was an in-person meeting through another BDSM lifestyle friend. 

[princess-mel]

There's a thread similar to this in the DDlg discussion board about how littles and caregivers met their SOs, you could always check that out

 

http://www.ddlgforum.com/topic/2-how-did-you-meet-your-littledaddy/

Edited April 8, 2015 by princess-mel

[CrossedWires]

We met as friends then ended up spanking each other then fell in love

We didn't really/ haven't really started a ddlg dynamic, we just occasionally play in the bedroom.

[Big-Daddy-Lance]

We started dating and eventually she found out she was into this and I nervously went with it. Now I'm pretty confident.

 

My first post by the way!

[WolvenMistress]

Well I met my babygirl at school, and I originally met my little boy on vampirefeaks but we were hanging out in person as friends for years before we started dating.

[Guest QueenJellybean]

Beast and I have a very, very romantic comedy type of story to our relationship. 

 

I was an undergraduate student at a university. He was a graduate student looking to finish up His intern hours with an easy student teaching gig. I walked into my classroom for the first session, and He was sitting beside the teacher’s desk, on His phone.

 

I was spell bound.

 

He had absolutely no clue.

 

I was the type of student in school that everyone hated. I will readily admit that now, looking back on it. I was annoying as sin. I would ask about homework moments before class was over, I was constantly going over the page limit for papers. It was just embarrassing the amount of questions I asked from the front row. But my intelligence was the only thing I was proud of. So, in order to flirt with the beautiful, sullen man across from me, I constantly asked questions.

 

He thought I was trying to screw up His internship. I was trying to flirt with Him. We quickly became mortal enemies. Glares were exchanged, huffs tossed across the room at each other. He gave me bitter remarks in answer to my questions that made my cheeks burn red, and caused me to squeal about how loathsome He was to my roommates. 

 

We had mutual friends in common; one of the seniors repeating the class I was taking was His good friend from some other courses they had taken together, so we ended up at the same table in the dining hall a lot, walking to class together with the same group of people, ect. We became friends in a convenient, haphazard way. He was the dark cynic, and I was the hyperactive pixie, always flitting around His shoulder and pestering for a smile.

 

Our romance blossomed slowly at first; the extra brush of His fingers down my arm when He was teasing me, the offer of a back massage after a long day of classes, the promise to give me a ride to school even though He’d be cutting His shift at work short to do it. We were both in relationships at the time, and we were both very unhappy. Both were long distance, and His was rather abusive and manipulative. He was very reluctant to admit that He was developing feelings for the girl who He had carried on an open rivalry with the past year, but it was something neither one of us could control. 

 

Over winter break one year, He and His girlfriend were taking some time apart, reassessing their feelings. I had just broken up with my boyfriend. My father, who had taken a specific liking to Him after meeting Him for dinner the first time almost a full year ago, told me to ask Him to come to Christmas Dinner.

 

That night.

 

He was four states away.

 

I called. He said yes. He drove over six hours in the snow, Christmas night to have a piece of steak with me. Then He got snowed in. I remember Him tugging me outside in the snow, laughing as He remarked that He had pulled off some kind of Christmas miracle for the girl who did nothing but drive Him crazy that first year we met. 

 

I kissed Him right there. 

[Josei]

Awwww THAT ISS SO CUTE!!

[Guest MrKuma]

I met my babygirl on tumblr. It first started out with mostly being part of a small community of fans for a band we both enjoy and I would attend group viewings of videos. In the end we started commenting on one anothers stuff and sending pms over tumbler. This went on for a bit until we both admitted we had feelings for eachother and then we dated LDR. It actually took some time for her to ask me about DD/LG, i initially had interest in master/pet play and even I admit DD/LG was not something i would really think of or consider. However knowing her little personality and just how cute it was and just the overall nurturing personality she brigns out in me I decided to give it a try. To be honest at first it was something I was really nervous and almost even intimidated/scared about because it was something I really did not understand too well, and it was something new from me as well as in "I wasn't aware I liked this"  In the end it turns out it was something we both enjoy very much and I can simply say I'm a really lucky daddy to have such a little angel in my life.

[SnowAndSun]

awesome stories. Gives hope!

[Guest Teddy]

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[Vlad ziva's Owner]

My kitten and I met on RuneScape. We started out as friends and had a lot of debates over the course of a few weeks. She was the most frustrating, interesting person I'd ever met. Half of our debates left me rather annoyed, but I still wanted to hear more about her and the way she thought. Anyone else that annoyed me that much, I never would have spoken to again. There was just something about her. I'd be annoyed, and then I'd be happy the second we started talking again. 

We kept talking, and she started to annoy me less. We started getting better at communicating, and I fell in love. She didn't want to date someone who was long-distance and younger than her, but we stayed friends. We continued the debates and just kept getting closer and closer. We got so close that, at one point, I told her we may as well already be a couple. She agreed and with a little bit of reluctance (from her, not me), we started dating.

Fast forward about 7 months and she flies out to visit me and we spend a week and a half together. It was wonderful. Fast forward 4 more months, and I fly out to see her and meet her family. I got her father's blessing and proposed to her on our 1-year anniversary. Now, we are planning our wedding. 

[Michaelcycles]

My Babygirl and I work for the same company. I'd see her once every 1-4wks and would tease/flirt with her, thinking nothing would come of it. Then, one day about a year after we met, we started actually talking. Things progressed pretty rapidly once we started despite our age difference. The thing is, if she hadn't made the first advance, our ages would have kept me from seriously approaching her. I'm pretty glad she's a forward type of person.

[Guest Pouty Kitten]

My Daddy and I met at a rave, lol. We had mutual friends and didn't realize it until we started seeing eachother

[BodicainDaddy]

Oh let me sing you the saga of that happy day!

 

My best friend, a man I love deeply and an inseperable part of my life, who I shall call 'the tall' for this, does have a partner 'blue of hair', who did in turn have a much adored partner who fixed planes.

 

Said 'plane-fixer', who did fix plans in the 'stan, was by good forture married to a 'young lady of red hair'.

 

As blue of hair and plane fixer's relationship deepened, in the interest of comfort (so I heard, for this tale is third hand, lo!) the tall and young lady of red hair were encouraged to meet.

 

The tall, being a man of great taste, did meet the young lady of red hair, who was composed of such spirit, and they did passion kindle.

 

Enter I, on the book of faces, observing this new connection. I did engage the young lady of red hair in conversation amidst the musings of the tall.

 

Lo! Peter F Hamilton was discussed, neutronium alchemist and all. The young lady of red hair was well-read, articulate, questioning, contrary and clever.

 

In my heart, I did feel a yearn.

 

I engaged the young lady of red hair in powerful, burning discussions replete with teasing and innuendo of great report. Her red hair was no little flame, but a burning forest fire that had torn through many a great forest in its day, insatiable and controlling.

 

It was a joy to spar with such beauty, brains and - gasp in one so cute - brawn.

 

Amidst it though, I did detect, I thought - or hoped! - that her years of power, her care and control, had left her with a gap. When one is nought but control, when one's comfort and safety is one's own creation alone, even comfort is the result of tiring effort. The young lady of red hair must, as they say, be always on, never able to truly relax.

 

I, with armour bright, did ride into this gap and spoke to what I thought I saw in there, a little girl, who wanted to be held, without needing to ask.

 

My heart leapt and have never came down as I found it was true! She was there, a little girl - my ickle girl - amidst this admirable, powerful, wonderful woman. A little girl who wanted to colour and snuggle and not worry about the world, because the world was all love and comfort.

 

With great trepidation and thrill, I took it upon myself to become that world: Daddy, her Daddy alone.

 

And I've never thanked gods above, below and beyond as much as I have since that day, for the tall loving the blue haired loving the plane fixer which allowed me to meet whom I love, my ickle.

[Fluffy]

My kitten and I met on RuneScape. We started out as friends and had a lot of debates over the course of a few weeks. She was the most frustrating, interesting person I'd ever met. Half of our debates left me rather annoyed, but I still wanted to hear more about her and the way she thought. Anyone else that annoyed me that much, I never would have spoken to again. There was just something about her. I'd be annoyed, and then I'd be happy the second we started talking again. 

 

We kept talking, and she started to annoy me less. We started getting better at communicating, and I fell in love. She didn't want to date someone who was long-distance and younger than her, but we stayed friends. We continued the debates and just kept getting closer and closer. We got so close that, at one point, I told her we may as well already be a couple. She agreed and with a little bit of reluctance (from her, not me), we started dating.

 

Fast forward about 7 months and she flies out to visit me and we spend a week and a half together. It was wonderful. Fast forward 4 more months, and I fly out to see her and meet her family. I got her father's blessing and proposed to her on our 1-year anniversary. Now, we are planning our wedding. 

 

 

Gotta love RuneScape.

 

I dated my Kitten in high school and then we moved away from each other for college. So we've been long distance for a little over 2 years, and just recently realized we both strongly identified with DDlg. While I may be a Switch, I love being her Daddy, her littleness is just incredibly adorable and attractive to me. She's the only girl I've ever fallen in love with, and I'd love for my first little to be my last little <3

[Guest MyDaddyMyWorld]

Daddy found me on fetlife. We kind of find that funny. No offense to it, or its members of course, but personally I never imagined to take it very seriously. I joined on a whim, wanting to explore this part of me that was beginning to refuse to be hidden any longer.

I met the love of my life on a fetish website. But of course that was after being barraged by a whole horde of liars, cheaters, players and little boys looking for a quick thrill with an older woman. I was beginning to lose hope until daddy swept me off my feet, and continues to do so three months later.

[A Bookish Baby]

Me and my Daddy have a interesting story.

It was the middle of summer, whenever I was nineteen. I was a freshman in collage, and worked part time in the medical health sciences section of my towns library. Daddy loathed medical health sciences, but his girlfriend loved it. Pretty much every other week, he and his girlfriend would come in and she would spend an hour hunting for books whilst he sat at the tables and read threw his phone. Until one day our eyes locked, for just a fleeting moment. From then on he would bring his history novels all the way over to the health science desk to see a mousy brunette buried in fantasy books. We began to talk, and talk..more and more. Him and his girlfriend mutually broke things off, as she was getting ready to move away and didn't want to drag him along. Fast forward two months of flirty conversations he asked me to a local coffee shop. He helped me with history and I showed him my poems ^~^ after we finished our coffee we went to a pumpkin patch, and then we set up a time to go to a corn maze. <3