I walk into the psych class that I have with Jackson. Ever since BJ's, we've been texting non-stop. We've been getting to know to each other and it's going really well. I'm glad I sit next to him in this class. I grab the same seat in front as last time and settle myself in. I pull out my textbook, my pens and pencils, and my notebook ready to learn. As I make the preparations for class, Jackson comes in and sits in the same spot as before. Right next to me.

"Hey little lady," Jackson greets me, grabbing my attention.

"Hi Jackson," I reply back giving him a smile.

"How are you today?"

"I'm doing fine, just ready to learn. What about you?"

"Same here."

The professor calls for our attention as she walks in front of the class. I turn away from Jackson so that way I can focus. Just cause he's there doesn't mean I can't still learn at the same time.

"So the course before this was all about sexual disorders and dysfunctions. This course will also involve sexual lifestyles. And I would hope that we are all adults who can talk about these subjects with maturity and respect. There are people who are suffering from sexual disorders and dysfunction and live certain sexual lifestyles and we should all understand and respect them for it. So first we will start cover BDSM," my professor announces. "Can anyone tell me what that stands for?"

"It stands for Bondage and Discipline and Domination, Submission and Sadism, and Masochism," Jackson answers nonchalantly.

"Good, -what is your name?"

"Jackson."

"Good, Jackson. Now, under BDSM, there are tons of sub groups and branches stemming from it. For some people, BDSM is a lifestyle. For others, a fetish. Now class, we are going to create a list of what we think are subgroups or branches of BDSM."

The class started rattling off names and explaining them. Most of them were true, others just sounded made up. I roll my eyes at the ones that sounded implausible. Then Jackson says one that catches my attention.

"DD/LG," Jackson calls out. I glance over at him. He know what that is?

"Explain what that means," my professor asks him.

"It means Daddy Dom/Little Girl. It's a relationship between a dominant and a submissive where the dominant acts as a caregiver to the submissive who's headspace is younger than their actual age."

"That sounds like incest," someone calls out from the back of the class.

I sink into my seat. I hate when people think it's like that. It's never about me wanting to be with my father or a father-like figure or having "daddy issues." It's always about been about being cared for by someone who you can trust your life with. It's never about actual wanting to be with someone you're related to.

"It's nothing like that at all," my professor starts off. "With BDSM, it's all about a relationship of consent, communication, and compassion. There is a mutual respect between the submissive and the dominant in every kind of BDSM relationship and lifestyle. Make sure to keep an open mind with this course. We cannot pass any judgement on the way people express themselves sexually."

That definitely shut up people who were whispering about the topic. I know there are people who will not be so accepting of my lifestyle. That's one of the reasons why I've never told any of my past boyfriends about it. I fear that they'll just leave me for that simple fact. I would love to loud and proud about being a little, but I'm afraid of the states and rejection I'll have to face. That's why most people do not come out publicly when it comes to BDSM. On social medias like tumblr, it's easier to be accepted cause there will be people who are just like you. But that comfort is hard to maintain when it's over a computer screen. It would be nice to meet some littles in real life or to have a daddy of my own. But for now, it's a secret I have to keep and I don't want it to be a secret forever.