It’s currently 1:37am— and I’ve got school at 7am. I know I should be better, but I feel purposeless without being obedient to someone’s expectations of me. Needless to say, no one holds me to a bedtime. Nor does anyone monitor my behaviors. I’ve got no one to keep me in line, and it has made me quite sad.

I would like someone to regulate me. I would like to be regulated by someone

I am a student. I am majoring in bio-chem. I intend on pursuing medicine professionally in some capacity.

I also work in nursing. Mostly just to keep my licenses active now; and clinical experience, of course. I truly love healthcare and bedside care and hospitals, all of it.

I certainly do try to keep myself preoccupied. I know something is missing though, and my self-distraction only goes so far

Nights like these— it becomes all too apparent.

I can’t say when exactly I discovered DDLG. The dynamic has, seemingly, always called to me. I am naturally submissive at my core— raised in a strict patriarchal household. Part of my upbringing resonated with me, I suppose. I find solace in well-placed, stern, male direction.

Although, nowadays, following many unfortunate intimate pursuits, I am inclined to challenge prospective authority. Going as far as altering professional goals to compensate for the lack of male success and influence in my life— but I am being too transparent now...

Admittedly, I am bratty; maybe even a little arrogant. But (!!!), I believe, with good reason— I mean, there are a ton of bums, you know this... I have no interest in subpar men, and you should certainly not be settling for subpar ladies… I promise you though, I can be calm, and quiet, and sweet, and docile, and obedient. I want to be. I want to be the absolute best for someone

In my free time I enjoy generalized home making activities. I enjoy cooking and baking. I have a bit of an obsession with washing laundry and vacuuming (God, I love vacuuming)— but these are secrets… Truthfully, more often than not, I am doing schooling or work.

As titled, I am 21. I am 5’2” or 5’3” or 5’3 1/2” (idk, ask my doctor). I am about 112lbs (unless there is Jello around— oooooh, especially Lime Jello…). I have black hair. Uhmm, I’m not really allergic to anything. Not a fan of raw tomatoes though; definitely not a fan of cherry tomatoes. Uhmmm. No real medical concerns, resting pulse could be better… Uhm, I sleep on my left side (I know this is bad for facial symmetry, but I can’t help it…).

(I find myself to be very funny)

Oh! I do claim to be sober— but, I really like margaritas, and sometimes the nice Mexican restaurant people overserve me, (this is a secret). This is my only vice (that I will admit to at this time).

I am a Little, (this is also a secret). I struggle to age-play without a partner. In fact, I don’t age-play without a partner. I am, pretty exclusively, NSFW once comfortable. I would like a partner who nurtures my age-playing. It has been a long (long) time since I have been able to.

I guess I am needing someone to help me do what I cannot; I don’t really know how to get Little. Handsome men help though, I think. I know they make me shy. Nervous too.

Historically, I tend to be a Middle, but I find myself slipping into Little-territory with increased care. I believe I am the best, kindest, sweetest Little— I certainly try to be. Just the getting there is difficult. Especially being grown n’ all…

My interests in all of this is extremely private and personal to me. I have no association with past partners. That would be suuuper strange.

For kinks n’ all, I like a lot. I like a lot. I would hate to be too explicit, as that would be very unladylike of me (and I am a little shy).

I like when my partner is happy. I like when I am well used. I like to be convenient for my partner’s enjoyment. I like to be useful and compliant. I like to feel needed and appreciated— I am an enjoyer of a little praise, perhaps.

I really like the concept of breeding (this is a huuuge secret)— but, like, just the concept, not really IRL… I am on the pill. I think it’s just the thought of being that wanted. The sense of ownership behind it. The gifting of that is the ultimate praise for good work.

I will preface my expectations with an acknowledgement— I want a lot. I mean, according to the Female Delusion Calculator, the probability a guy of the U.S. male population meeting my standards is “0.096%”. By the length of my post, I have likely already deterred most sane men… Probably all. But, if I cannot be delusional and fantastical on Reddit, then where? (Really, where? Please let me know).

I am seeking someone to appropriately challenge my bratty nature. I would like a male partner older than 25. My ideal age range is 30-40 years old. I do not really have interest in men younger than 30… I do not really have interest in men older than 40…

I would like a professional, well established partner. A partner with a good education. I would like a well groomed partner. I would like a fit, health-conscious partner. Someone kind, intelligent, handsome, and a little more arrogant than I; (I understand this is asking a lot). I would like engaging conversations about your work, pet[s] (?), and secrets. I love secrets.

I’d like for this all to be our secret. Although I don’t know who I’d ever tell… Nor do I know who you’d tell— especially considering I don’t even know you… And this is all a working draft in my Notes App… Strange…

Regardless

I want to be an authentic part of your life; perhaps even earning a corner in your universe. A corner where I can offer you my own praise, and admiration, and comfort. It would be an honor to exist in the shadows of male excellence

It is now 4:02am. I should get to bed. Goodnight.

Oh— I’d like pictures of you. I’d love pictures of you! I’ll share too.

Goodnight!

Oh— call me whatever you’d like

Goodnight :)