THE NITTY GRITTY ABOUT ME.

Who I am is ever changing, even at my age.  The foundation is being uncovered more and more every day.

I am a mother.  Once a mother, always a mother. *Grins* I am fiercely protective of mine.  I am pretty easy going and do not hide who I am from my kids.  When it comes to certain things, I am adamant about them and expect my boys to toe the line.  Respect.  Don't raise your voice to me, watch your tone when talking to me and I better not hear a swear word cross your lips. Ever.  This respect extends to other people too.  This also leads to my number one rule of life:  Treat everyone well.  Treat them how you would want to be treated.  ALL people deserve respect and basic human kindness.  You are part of the family and we are the ones who will always have your back.  Be a productive member of your family.  Chores are part of the responsibility of having a family.  You do not get paid to do them, at least not the basic chores.  Washing dishes, washing clothes, taking out garbage, cleaning your bathroom and  putting away groceries are all part of daily life.  Pitch in or get out.

I am a creator.  I create literature. I create art.  I create music. I create jewelry. I create dishes that will set your mouth watering and make your tummy happy.  I create whatever my current muse dictates.  I love learning new things and finding ways to apply them.  My mind is just as sharp as I get older but is pickier about what keeps its interest.  Currently my creative process is mostly spent in learning to design Wordpress sites.  Fun stuff to watch it all come together.  When I hesitantly enter a line of code in and reload a page and poof!  There it is!

I am slave.  My desire to serve is all encompassing.  Not to serve the masses but to lay my submission down before The One.  It is not a gift I offer lightly and brings with it many responsibilities.   Of making sure that my needs get met.  Making sure that you do not take my gift for granted.  He has the responsibility of guiding and teaching me to be better not only for him but for me too.  I am loyal to him and him only.  I don't deserve to be "bad" because he do not live with me.  I live with my word and if that cannot be trusted then I am nothing.  If I have not offered this to you, do not call me yours for I am not.  You might want to read the link below.

I am Babygirl.  This is not a kink, it is not role play, it is not even who or what I chose to be. Babygirl is who I am at my core, it is not a choice.  It is what is.  I am needy.  I need reassurance all the time.  I find immense pleasure in the colors pink, purkle and baby blue.  I would do anything for Hello Kitty.  My stuffies sleep with me at night and are the best snuggle buddies after Daddy.  Daddy says my babygirl makes me a better slave.  I am not sure what he meant by that but when I think about it, babygirl has a huge desire to please her daddy, to see the approval in his eyes.  When babygirl is happy she wants to break out into the happy dance, butt wiggle and all.  When she is sad, or tired or sick then even her speech changes.  She wubbiess her daddy and only his voice can stop her tears.

If this description has gotten you all revved up to play Daddy or Dom to me, you best read this page before making that move.  Otherwise, welcome to my world.