**This is a ddlg dynamic story, all characters are of consent all age if you do not agree with this type of relationship then please do not read** In this day and age the ddlg dynamic is acceptable depending on where in the world you are so Esme and Robbie's relationship is the norm where they live. Esme a 20 year old princess has been on the hunt for a real daddy Dom since she'd always know she was a little. 3 years prior she had been in a relationship with a sadistic dd, who had no daddy and was all Dom, this lasted for a year until he dumped her outside of an adoption agency fed up with her being so childish. Always the reserved one Esme finds it hard to make friends making her say at mayday more difficult. The hunt for a daddy was truly taking a tole on her until one day Robert (Robbie) King turned up.

Shane is just an average guy but everyone has their little secrets. He likes making his new girlfriends into littles until he gets bored with them. Will Shane ever find one that's not boring? Is she will to stay with him?

She felt nervous as she watched the taxi drive back down the long and winding driveway and disappear through the imposing, brass gate. She picked up her bags and turned to muster the house. It was large - the size of a small villa - with a brick facade and large white windows. The door was built of dark wood, a brass knocker nailed onto its middle. The garden surrounding it seemed immaculately kept and bore flowers in various shades of yellow which flanked the house walls. A plated stone path connected the driveway and parking area with the steps of the entrance. The entire property was shielded off from the outside by thick bushes, which could easily trump small trees in height. She swallowed. There was no turning back now. The arrangements had been made. The life she had known had been adjusted to accommodate her stay here, so far up in the countryside, so far away from the rest of the world. Hesitantly she began to walk up the path; once in front of the door she took a deep breath. This was it. Two careful knocks. Then it began:

Bella is a shy girl who grew up fast. When she meets a new guy her senior year of high school she is in for a shocking new life. (This is a ddlg story)

Tessa is net 18 jaar geworden en zit nog op het voortgezet onderwijs. Op school heeft ze de tijd van haar leven met haar 3 beste vriendinnen. Wanneer er op school een nieuwe knappe leraar komt voor engels, gooit hij het makkelijke leventje van Tessa compleet over de kop. __________________________________________ 'What's up with you, you brat?', antwoordt hij met ogen die bijna vlammen. wow... 'Calm down. Yeah I'm late, No big deal, I'm here now. Just begin your lesson already.' 'Watch your mouth, lady!' Meneer Smid staart mij intimiderend aan, maar het feit dat hij zo knap is helpt niet echt met dat negeren. Hoe kan ik bitchy blijven als hij zo boven mij staat. Met zijn handen in zijn zij, staart hij naar beneden waar ik dood zit te gaan. Ik voel opeens mijn hart in mijn keel kloppen en mijn handen beginnen te zweten. Even voel ik mij schuldig voor mijn gedrag en ik bijt zachtjes op mijn onderlip. __________________________________________ If you don't like it, don't read it. 18+ scenes aangegeven met een waarschuwing

!!This was written when I was very new into Pet regression so the terminology may not be correct, I plan on changing it when I get a chance to edit it all!! Vivian Casanova has come from a long line of dominants. Everyone expects her to follow in her ancestors foot steps when she goes to her classification test...only she doesn't which leaves everyone including herself shocked.

After an argument with her caregiver, Sadie is taken to spend the night with a mutual friend. However, it soon becomes apparent that the "sleepover" is actually intended as a permanent arrangement. Due to her anxiety, age regression has become both a coping mechanism and a response to living with mental illness. A caregiver is essential to Sadie being able to live a safe and healthy life. Now abandoned, will she find new care and comfort in the arms of her friend?

nooit meer zou ik praten... nooit meer zou ik huilen... nooit meer zou ik lachen... nooit meer zou ik enige emoties tonen.... nooit meer zou ik gelukkig zijn... of veranderd dit allemaal als ik word geaddopteerd door 5 jongens?