Heyyyy Who Put This Here!?!?!

flirting and sexting until we start sending voice msgs of us getting off to each other back and forth

I've been thinking more about how soft dom's use questions as a way for their sub's to feel that soft control? And to encourage communication? Especially if they already know the answer, and give you that look 👀👀

Are you sure about that, sweetheart?

Can you show me?

Is that too hard for you, darling?

Do you need help?

Are you excited?

Could you do one more for me, baby?

Are you going to sit nice?

Are you going to behave today?

Do you need to hold my hand?

And then, followed up with "well done, thank you, so good." because being praised for using your words is ❤️🤭🥰❤️

i want pretty frilly naughty outfits! tiny skirts and pretty panties and little nighties!

Giving a little a spanking, but not in a “I’m gonna hurt you and bruise your ass” way, but more in a “I’m gonna make a Big Deal about why I’m doing this and what you did to earn it, and even before I spank you, you’ll be crying” type way

insane need to be babied rn :(

You have a complex relationship with your body and need to keep some/all of your clothes on during sex?

That's okay, what you're wearing looks good on you.

You need to take a lot of breaks doing anything intimate because you're easily overwhelmed?

I understand, I'm just happy to be here with you.

You're on medication that impacts your libido/makes reaching orgasm really difficult?

No pressure, tell me what feels good for you, and if you get frustrated we can do something else together.

Sex isn't going to look the same for everybody and that's fine, that's normal.

Sometimes you don't orgasm, sometimes you need to stop because your mood changes out of nowhere, sometimes you get really self conscious and need accommodations to take your mind off of it.

People are too complex for everybody to go about it the same, just keep doing what feels best for you, regardless of how different it may seem from other people's experiences.

tested positive for wanting to be drowned in kisses and affection

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Friday afternoon

Your shoes were killing you. You’d been on your feet all day. Meeting, after meeting, after brain-rotting meeting. The sandwich they’d fed you was mostly tomato, and you had to pick it apart to take off the things you didn’t like. You managed to escape before Boring Manager Rob could ask you to work a bit over. Life is a drag from 8:00 to 5:00. Everyone drives two cars on Friday it seems.

But… on Friday afternoons? On Friday afternoon’s you’re Daddy’s for three whole days. You come home and throw yourself into their arms. No more work clothes - only pajamas, or onesies, or a t shirt. No more undies - only diapers, and MAYBE a pull up (if you’d earned it). No more responsibilities - just Daddy’s attention. This was freedom. This is who you are.

I just love the thought of fucking her while she wears just the prettiest little collar for me. The sound of the bell dangling back and forth, mixed with her sweet little moans, while I rail her from behind. God, it’s like music to my ears.