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Erotica: Barbie Girl

October 27, 2021 By Sunny 2 Comments

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***This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are consenting adults. 


I hum the song again softly to myself. It’s stuck in my head. The words play again in my mind. Life is plastic. It’s fantastic. I giggle out loud. Not plastic….wax.  I begin to drift again. My head spins. I’m dehydrated. I reach for my bottle of diet coke and lift it to my lips. I freeze in place. The bottle in my hand is very real but all I can see is a version that resembles a tiny toy soda in a doll house, the liquid is really only a swipe of paint in acrylic. No liquid touches my lips. 

“Need a little help baby?” my Daddy asks, returning from the bathroom and taking in my frozen state. I can’t move, legs extended in a rigid pose with one hand still holding the Coke. I manage to move my lips. I find sound.

“Daddy? Am I a little girl or little doll?” I whisper, my voice magnified by the open bottle still close to my lips. He climbs up onto the bed and bumps the end of the bottle up a little bit higher, allowing the soda to flow into my mouth. I swallow and sigh in relief. I am so thirsty. I giggle again as the music in my mind plays anew. This time I hum the tune out loud. Dress me up, make it tight, I’m your dolly. 

“You’re a little girl sweetheart,” he soothes me, and I relax my body finding I can move after all. Yay fractionation. I am hypno fucked-up. “You need to drink more fluids baby,” Daddy encourages. Diet coke is not ideal but it’s what’s available in the hotel room on demand. “I wonder if the soda can make you come?” he teases, knowing my whole body is sensitized and wanting to encourage me to drink. 

I lift the bottle to my lips, this time with two hands, only to find myself stuck again. Fucking fake plastic soda. “You’re my little girl sweetheart,” Daddy gently reminds me and bumps the bottle again. This time, as the bubbles flow down my throat orgasm tears through my body. 

How did I get here? Oh yeah….Daddy turned my key. I’d eaten some chocolate, melted and then re-solidified into one large confectionary chunk. We’d checked in to this hotel and agreed to a little dolly time. The hypnosis had done the rest. I lie back against the mattress and as I float, I relive the evening all over again.

My entire body tingles, every vibration, every touch and sound, bringing me close to orgasm. Daddy locks my private collar around my neck. “What does this collar mean?” he asks me, beginning our ritual. 

“I belong to Daddy,” I respond instinctually. This is the correct and only answer, and I’m rewarded with a “good girl.” As he pins me to the mattress with his large hand around my throat, Daddy reminds that my collar is not the only lock that matters. He is in possession of a very different sort of key. It clicks into place and my body becomes rigid. 

Daddy spreads my legs and bends them on the bed. The don’t budge and inch as he laps between my thighs with a skill that makes me scream out my pleasure, but only in my mind. My lips remain silent. I am a motionless compliant doll, a fucktoy at his disposal. 

Daddy climbs on top of me, bending one leg and then the other like a pretzel, with my blue painted toes pressed against his chest just under his chin. He lifts each arm in turn around his neck and they lock in place, arms straight and bent at the wrists. They remain fixed behind his head as he crushes my body under his weight, folding me in half, and slamming his cock inside of me. 

My body can’t move of its own accord but it produces slick and I am wet and ready for Daddy. I don’t have to ask permission to come because I am unable to speak, and the tiny convulsions that make my muscles quiver and the spasms of my kitty around his shaft are the only indication of the ecstasy he brings me.  

Daddy withdraws from my core and extends my limbs before rolling me on my belly. He lifts and turns me effortlessly, and I feel him mount me with my thighs pressed nearly together and one of his legs outside of each of mine. The position is impossibly tight but he presses against me with expert precision and pounds into me with the ferocity of a wild bear. He growls as he slams my petite form into the mattress, bringing me to release again and again, before finally spilling his seed in my belly. 

I lay still on the mattress, trembling internally when I hear him whisper in my ear. “Are you ready for the wax?” Yes I’m not sure if I answer in my mind or out loud. It doesn’t matter. He doesn’t need my permission. As the first drops of wax strike my skin, feeling like burning rain, each new pour causing orgasm to detonate inside of my silent form, I feel that my humanity is melting away. I have no fears or concerns, only sensation. I am simply a doll, an object of pleasure, my Daddy’s most cherished possession. My thoughts drift completely away. 

“You’re my little girl,” Daddy soothes, gently bringing me back to the present reality. He tosses me over his shoulder as if I weigh nothing and carries me into the bathroom where he gently washes away the wax and the traces of our love. I enjoy his ministrations as he runs his soapy hands over my body, gently towels me off, and tucks me into bed. A powerade is discovered packed in the overnight bag, and hydration is achieved. I won’t need any melatonin to sleep tonight snuggled against my Daddy’s chest. His scent envelopes me as he holds me close and helps me sink into a deep and natural sleep. “You’re such a good girl,” he whispers, to the last traces of my consciousness as I drift off in a sea of bliss and darkness takes me.  


Sunny Leigh Mayne is writer of romance and erotica specializing in dark romance and fetish/BDSM stories. An active member of the BDSM community, her interests include erotic hypnosis, dollification, sensual BDSM, and primal play. Identifying as pansexual, Sunny enjoys writing stories that are inclusive of diverse sexual orientations and gender identities. Her writings are intended for mature audiences aged 18 and older, and may contain some content triggers that some readers may find disturbing. She is also a visual artist and enjoys creating erotic art using mixed media. A lover of animals, and a proponent of animal rights advocacy, Sunny has several pets at home. Characters in all stories by Sunny Leigh Mayne are adults and any similarities to persons real or fictional are purely coincidental.

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Erotica: Piggie Tails

December 19, 2020 By Joji Sada 2 Comments

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I am nervous Sir.  More nervous than I can remember ever being.  I’ve been stressed about this since I brought it up.  I know you can see it and I appreciate that you have let me deal with this on my own.  

I’m sitting, perched on the end of my bed, getting ready. For you.

Slowly, I slide my stockings up–over my foot, past my knee, to finally let then settle on my thigh.  First the left, then the right.  I carefully make sure the line in back is straight.  These are your favorites Sir.  I wanted this to be special.

Next comes the garter belt.  I am not sure I will ever master the ability to hook the stockings on the first try.  I love the look of the black lace.  I leave off the matching undies.  I know you have no use for them, especially when I have shaved.

Now, I am slipping on the black lace dress.  It is the off the shoulder one that is skin-tight.  I have seen the look in your eye when I wear it.  

My hair is braided, so you can grab it easier.  I am unsure how tonight will go, so I am trying to anticipate your desires.

Red lipstick is next.  I have a feeling it will be smeared before the night is up.

Now comes the hard part.

I am watching the clock.  I asked for a half hour to get ready for you.  You said you wanted to be surprised.  I want this to meet your extremely high expectations, Sir.

I open the dresser drawer and for just a moment, my breath hitches.  Lying there is the pink piggie tail.  It is not the largest plug we’ve ever played with, but not the smallest.  It’s the eight inches of curl that I keep staring at.  

Am I ready for this?

I reverently take it from the box.  I put the box back into the drawer and close it with a click.  I can feel the weight of the tail in my palm.  I close my eyes briefly, just feeling the silicone.

I can do this. 

I want this.

I need this.


I tighten my fist around the plug and head into the bathroom.  I grab the lube from the vanity and move back into the bedroom to get more comfortable.  I lube it liberally, bend my leg to give me more room, and move it to my ass.

I feel the pressure against my hole.  It gives little with the first push.  But with a second, third, even fourth push, it is slowly going inside.  I won’t stretch myself beyond what the tail does.  Because you like when I feel the burn.  You like that I am going to be reminded for a couple of days about this.  You know it’s going to take one look from you and I’m going to be fidgety, and sore, and embarrassed.

And you love it.

I take my time.  I’ve still got fifteen, of my half hour, left and you would be very displeased if I damaged myself.

Five agonizing minutes later and it finally pops fully past the muscle ring and suddenly I feel very full.  I can feel it shifting, ever so slightly.

I wipe the remaining lube off my hand with a towel and move to get up.  I roll from the bed, down to my knees.  

Did you know that an eight-inch tail bounces, Sir?

I forgot.

There are jolts of pleasure going up my spine now.  I take a few breaths to calm myself.

I crawl back over to the dresser and hidden in a bottom drawer is the rest of my attire.

First comes the piggie ears.  They are soft Sir.  And honestly, not much different than cat ears.  

Last, but certainly not least, is the hardest part.  The silicone piggie nose.  This one fucks with my head.  Years of torment flash through my mind as I stare down at the nose.

Five minutes.

Only a few more minutes before I am to text you and have you come downstairs to our playroom.

Four minutes.

I think I have forgotten how to breath.  

Three minutes.

This shouldn’t be this hard.

Two minutes.

I take a deep breath, close my eyes, and fasten the nose in place.

One minute.

I grab my leather collar from my drawer.  I need this today.  I need the absolute, unquestioning submission that comes with this collar.  

It’s time.

I place the O-ring between my teeth and crawl over to the door.  Today, I will be waiting for you on all fours.  I keep my collar between my teeth because piggies don’t have hands, Sir.

Just before I set my phone aside, I let you know it’s time.


The silence is all consuming as I wait.

Normally, I can hear you coming.  But it isn’t until the door snicks open than I realize you’ve arrived.

My anxiety has my body taunt.  I’m nervous again.

This has come so far from where we started.  I’m afraid I will scare you away.  I’m afraid you’ll be disgusted.  I’m afraid you’ll mock me.  I’m afraid that despite your reassurances, this isn’t something you really ever wanted.

And then, you step up to me, your leather boots just inside my eyes sight and say, “There’s my good little piggie.”

And in that instant, I’m calm. I’m yours. 

I can finally breathe.  


Your boots leave my sight as you walk around me.  I can only imagine you are committing every inch of me to memory.  I am embarrassed.  But I know better than to move.

I hear you snap.  My eyes stay down but I turn towards the sound.  A full one eighty and I crawl forward until your boots come back into view.

“Kneel up.”

I move onto my knees and am quickly reminded about the tail in me.  Every movement has my insides clenching.  The longer I have the tail in, the more I am reminded of how empty my cunt is.

This is going to be a test of self-control.


I am startled out of my thoughts when you hand comes to rest on the back of my neck.  The warmth has my eyes sliding closed.  I love your touch.  

You work the clasp of my chainmaille collar easily and slide it from my neck.  I hear you place it on the nightstand.  It will be an easy find when we are finished.

You grasp the leather collar and I let the O-ring go.  I feel it snug against my neck and instead of clasping it, you pull it tight, choking me.  

Then game has begun.


You close the clasp and that your fingers lift my chin until I am looking you in the eye.  Its so hard to meet your eyes Sir.  Your forehead rests against mine.  

“Too tight?” you ask.

I go to shake my head, but you stop me.  “No, Sir.”  

“Good little piggie.”  You smirk, ever so slightly.  You wrap my braid around your hand and pull my head back.  “Tonight, we are going to do something different.  Piggies do not talk.  So, tonight, you will not either.  This ends when my piggie oinks.  And only when my piggie oinks.  Is that clear?”

“Yes, Sir.  This ends when piggie oinks”

“Good Girl.”

With that, you stood and started walking, your hand still in my hair.  I crawled after you as fast as I could.  You held me in place when we got to an open space.

“Stay still, head up.”

It is odd to hear you give so much direction Sir.  Normally, I only hear the rhythm of your breathing and the occasional growl.  

You are still out of my sight.  Then I see it.  A flash.  

You are taking pictures.

I bite my lip.  I do not want to share this humiliation with anyone else Sir.  I contemplate, for a split second, of ending this.  

Then I feel shame.  We have done so much worse than taking pictures.  If I can trust you to keep my confidence, I can trust you with this.


Time flows differently in this headspace.  I do not know how long you took pictures.  I think you are taking your sweet time just to fuck with me.  You know how uncomfortable I am.  You know I am more in my head during this than I ever have been before.  

You are at my eye level again.  Your camera is right in front of me.  I know you want me to look at the camera.  You want to capture my shame.  No, that’s not completely right.  You want to capture me at my dirtiest.  You want a souvenir; of the things I only allow you to see and do.

The flash is bright in the dark room.  It makes me blink.  It is continuous.  I am losing count of the pictures.  I can hear the clicks.  Every time my head drops, the toe of your boot comes up under my chin to bring it back up.  The third time I drop my chin, I assume you have grown tired of correcting me.  Instead of your boot meeting my chin, it comes up to my shoulder and pushes me back.  My hands lift from the ground and I’m back on my haunches, looking up at you.  

Your boot is on my chest, and the pressure is tremendous.  I am pushing back against you.  Dressed as a piggie or not, I won’t go down without a fight Sir.  My thighs are burning with trying to support my weight and not bend under yours.  

I hear you chuckle.  You are getting such pleasure out of my fight.  I think you are waiting for me to break.  We both know you haven’t pushed me far enough yet.

My hands move swiftly from my side and grasp the underside of your boot, successfully separating it from my chest.

Is that all you have, Sir?


I must focus, Sir.  Did you know that there is apparently less than eight inches from my ass to the ground in this position?  The more you push me back, the more my tail shifts.  My body keeps clenching.  It splits my attention enough for my hands to slip.  Next thing I know, I’m on my back, staring up at you.  I quickly roll to my side.  Without a word, your boot is on my cheek.

“Its not nice to try and run little piggie.”  You chuckle.

Then I feel it.

One quick tap to my ass.  

It’s the cane.

Thwack. Thwack.

There is no warm-up.  I guess that is what I get for fighting back.  

Thwack.

God Dammit, this hurts.  I grit my teeth and breathe through it.  I am waiting Sir.  Waiting for you to shift just enough that I can shimmy away.  As if sensing my desires, you step back.

“Face down piggie, ass in the air.  I want a clear view as I redden it.”

I take just a moment to push myself up onto all fours.  

I crawl forward in front of you, giving you more room to maneuver.  Then I turned and crawled down the hallway, as fast as I could from you.  Logically, I know you will catch me Sir.  But, I am going to make you work for it.

I do not think I made it more than fifteen feet from you before you yanked my braid.  

“Bad piggie.”

You pull me entirely back by my hair until I am flipped onto my back.  You stepped on me, grinding the heel into my pierced nipple.  I feel the piercing catch between the rubber.  It hurts.  Oh god, does it hurt.  

I hear the cane hit the linoleum beyond my head.  It takes my attention just enough for you to change position.  You drop down to straddle my waist.  My hands come up to your thighs and I try to push you back.  

Without a second thought, your hand is on my throat and I can feel you squeeze.  It drives the fight from me.  It is unfair of you Sir.  You ease the pressure enough for me to gasp in a breath, but your hand stays curved around my throat.

My eyes are wide, and my chest is heaving.  The tail is uncomfortable, it tugs and every time I try to move my hips, it sends jolts of pleasure up my spine.  

Damn you.  Damn you Sir for indulging me.

Thirty seconds.  That is all the breathing you allow before you tighten your grip again.  This time your other hand covers my mouth and nose.  You lean your head down to rest your lips against the hand over mine and stare me down.  

This is the most intense I’ve ever seen you Sir.  There is no question in my mind you’ve started letting the Dragon take control.

You let go as I start to see the black edging into my vision.  I’m panicking.  I get three full breaths in before you resume suffocating me.  My chest feels tight.  My hand is frantically tapping at your pants.  I am wiggling as much as I can, but you have me effectively pinned.

Again.  You let me take a couple breaths.  And again, you go until the blackness edges in.

Three times you do this.  Because I always tell you things must happen in threes.  So shows your kindness to my OCD.

Finally, you let me breathe.  You grab and hold my wrists.  

“Look at me.”

Try as I might, I’m struggling to meet your eyes.  I’m quite dazed Sir.  I feel very floaty and it hurts to meet your gaze.  Little piggie is rapidly becoming sensitive and cold Sir.  It is getting hard to focus.

I need grounding, Sir.

You stand above me, and I can only assume you backed up because you are now out of my sight.  

“Come here piggie.  Come to Master.”

My eyes slide closed and with my chest still heaving, I roll over to get on all fours.  Slowly, I get onto all fours and turn around.  I crawl down the hall until I am staring down at your boots.  They are comforting.

“You’ve been so good piggie.”  Your hand rests on my head and I can feel your nails scratching me.  “But still so shy.”

My body burns as I listen to you make snorting noises under your breath.  You are needling it home, Sir.  

“I think we are going to go for a walk.”

No.

That is what I want to scream at you.  But I find myself speechless.  You wouldn’t do that, would you?  Please Sir.  Please don’t do this.


I feel the tug on my O-Ring and suddenly I am aware of the weight of the metal leash.  My chest is constricting with panic.  This, this is about humiliation.  I am not a pet Sir.  Please don’t make me do this.

I fell you reach down to the hem of my dress and start pulling it upward.  “Piggies don’t wear clothes.”  You pull it over my head and then readjust my ears afterward.

You stand and tug on the leash.

“Be a good little piggie.”  How desperately I want to hear that.  And how desperately I do not want to do this.

Almost mechanically, I crawl forward.  

You won’t open the door.  You can’t.

A few more feet and my knees hit the cold linoleum.  I hear the chain lock slide out of place.  You tug me over to your left side, just out of the door’s path.  Then the lock on the knob is turned.  I cannot look.  I want to believe you are just fucking with me.  But I know you.  If you want this, it will happen.

Then the cold air hits me and the light becomes too bright as the door drags open.  There is just a shoulder high concrete wall that conceals me from the world.  You step out onto the concrete and the tug on my leash leaves no question that I am to follow.

Please Sir.  Please don’t do this.

I hear you in my head.  All I have to do is oink.  This all ends when I oink.  But the word is stuck in my throat.  

My knees hit the concrete.  It is cold and rough on my knees.  I know it will tear the stockings before we are done.

I hit the first step and then the second.  There are only eight.  In no time, I will be naked and visible to everyone.  I am torn.  My mind is racing a mile a minute.  I want to be good.  I want you to be proud and show me off.  I want to do anything you ask.

But I cannot do this, Sir.

Not yet.

Please.

“Oink.”

I sob the word out and, in a heartbeat, you are sitting and holding me.  I’m so sorry Sir.  I am so sorry.  I feel such shame that I cannot do this for you.  

“Shh.  You did well.  There is no need to apologize.”  You calmly unhook the leash and prompt me inside.  You shut the door behind us and lock it back up.  You settle onto the floor and pull my head into your lap.  You remove my ears and the nose.  You run your fingers through my hair and just let me be.  

I am so upset with myself.  I have failed you Sir.  

Once the tears start to calm, I am hesitant to open my eyes.  I do not wish to see disappointment in your eyes.  Yet, I cannot help but search you out.  

I look up and hesitantly meet your eyes.  I see you smiling down at me.  I cannot fathom why.  

I must have been easy to read Sir.  “I am so proud of you.”

Why?  Why would you be proud of me for ending a scene?  Why would you be proud of me for letting the fear win?  I can only stare at you.  I do not even know how to articulate the rhetoric in my head.

“I am proud of you.”

I realize, in that moment, that we will discuss this later.  Right now, what matters, is taking care of me.

Soon, you will give me kisses and remind me that you love me.  Then you will stand and let me kiss your boots as I thank you, piggie tail still in place.  Tomorrow, you will ask me to write about the experience; to tell you what happened and why.  Right now, though, you will hold me until you are sure I am ok…all while plotting just how we can push this farther next time.

Let me tell you now, I look forward to your creativity the next time your little piggie comes to visit.



My name is Joji.  I am 29 years old currently and I have been in and around the kink community about 15 years.I am a collared submissive to Magick42.  I am also a Daddy to a wonderful babygirl, and have been for more than three years now and I find it very fulfilling.  I am being mentored in and being taught electroplay.  I am a masochist at heart and thoroughly love impact play, especially caning.  I enjoy reading anything I can get my hands on and am a die hard Harry Potter and Doctor Who fan.  I am also the secretary for a group in Idaho called Moscow S.P.A.R.K.E (Simply Providing Another Route to Kink Education).  It is our mission to teach safe practices to those new to the community and give them a safe haven to ask questions and learn without judgement.  We accept all kinks and all we ask in return is respect between all our members.

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Sometimes I’m A Kitty Cat

October 1, 2018 By GlassMenagerie 4 Comments


I snuggled into my Daddy’s chest. Twirled his chest hair in my fingers. There’s so much I love about being with Daddy. Playing games, singing, being silly, taking cares of him (cause little ones know how to do that really good). Bedtime is when we would  talk most sweetly to each other; he made me feel so very safe. I could tell him anything that was in my head and he would listen. Anything at all. At bedtime he rubs my back, gives me forehead kisses, and strokes my hair. When he was petting my hair, I suddenly had an idea that I was super excited about.

“Daddy?!”

“Yes? Little one.”

“Tomorrow, tomorrow I wants to be a kitty cat!!”

“Ohhh? A kitty cat?”

“Uh huh. Wear ears and a tail and meow and purrs and gets petted”

“Mhmmm?” Daddy was sleepy I could tell.

“Yes, Daddy. A kitty cat”

“Okay sweetie. Tomorrow you can be a kitty cat. Tonight though, it’s time for sleepy”

“But Daddy, now I’m excited about being a kitty cat!”

“Little one, even kitty cats need sleep.” He kept playing with my hair.

“Hmmm, okay Daddy. I know time to sleep”

I settled further into his chest and drifted off in Daddy’s arms.

When I woke, Daddy wasn’t in bed, which was strange cause it was Saturday and I get up first on Saturdays usually. I stretched and yawned and rubbed my eyes and got up to use our bathroom. When I came back out, I noticed what was on the dresser. Daddy remembered!!

My kitty ears, gloves with little kitty nails, and my tail. They were all purple cause in our house kitty cats can be purple. I put on my kitty ears and gloves.  But I needed help with the tail. It was a special tail; you could wear it when you didn’t have clothes on cause kitty cats don’t wear clothes. Daddy said it was a plug and you would put it inside and that’s how your tail would stay on. So, even when you’re crawling on the floor it doesn’t fall off.

“Daddy!! I need some help please” I yelled from the top of the stairs.

“Be right there.” Daddy was in the kitchen probably getting breakfast. I was already on the bed in my “putting the tail in” position. That’s just like princess position with your face down on the bed and your bum high in the air.

“Mmmmm good girl,” Daddy said as he walked in. His footsteps came closer and I heard him open something. There was this special stuff that made your parts slippery when you used it.

“Ready little one?”

“Uh huh. Daddy puts the tail in please”

I felt Daddy’s hand on one side of my bottom. Then his finger dipped inside my little bum hole. Daddy usually put some of that stuff inside before my tail. I felt the plug go in. I likes the way it feels. Daddy gave my bottom a quick swat.

“All set you pretty kitty”

I meowed at him.

He petted my back and I arched to meet his hand.

“Kitty kitty I have a game for us to play”

I meowed again cause kitty cats don’t talk.

Daddy got something from his dresser. When he brought it over I could see that it was a purple collar with a little bell. I loved it. Purple to match his purple kitty.

He put it around my neck and did up the clasp.

“Purrrrfect,” he smiled at me. “Kitty cats, little one, are very quiet when they move. They are almost silent. That’s why some owners put bells on collars so they know where their kitty cat has gone”

I turned over so he could pet my tummy.

“I want to see how quiet you can be. You will crawl around the house just like a kitty. If I hear that bell though, I’m going to come find you, and then… well you’ll see, understood?”

Oh, I loved Daddy’s games. I meowed again to show that I understood. Daddy patted my head and stroked my tail and then left the room. I needed to be very, very quiet.

I slipped off the bed and down to the floor carefully. The bell moved, but didn’t ring. I began to crawl across the floor of our room slowly. I made it to the hall with no ringing. But the stairs!! I turned around to back down them so I could stay on my knees but the bell hit the stair above as I moved down and it rung.

“Don’t you move” Daddy’s voice carried through the house. I didn’t move an inch.

“Tsk Tsk, little kitty, Daddy heard that bell. So naughty, what should we do about it?” Daddy was already behind me. He made my princess parts tingle with his words. What would he do? Then he struck. I knew rights away it was the flogger. Across my bottom, across my back over and over. I cried out at first, but soon settled into it, arching my back to meet the flogger. It made my little honey pot drip. Daddy knew it and paused to dip a finger inside.

“So wet already pretty kitty.” He brought his finger to my mouth.

“Lick it kitty, lick Daddy’s finger clean.” I looked in Daddy’s eyes and licked his finger; it was so good tasting myself on his him. I tasted soooo sweet.

“Mmmmm good kitty, another try? Don’t you let that bell ring.”Daddy left the stairs. My bottom stung, but I knew now to be extra careful to keeps the bell away from the stairs. This time  I made it to the bottom.

I started down the hall towards the living room. It felt like it was taking forever and ever to get there so, I moved a little faster, but my arms came up too quick and it knocked the bell, and it rung loud again.

“Kitty, kitty! Don’t you move!” And there was Daddy in front of me undoing his belt already. I tried to move fast. Cause kitties can be fast and I didn’t care about that bell ringing anymore. I wanted to be away from Daddy’s ouchie belt.

Daddy caught my leg and pulled me back towards him; I kicked and hissed (that’s the sound kitties make when they are mad).

“You hissing at me kitty?” He had a tight grip on my leg and down came his belt across my bottom hard.

“Stop struggling you naughty thing, “ He hit me again two more times til I stopped trying to gets away. I laid quiet on the floor. Daddy’s fingers were now searching inside my princess parts feeling how wet he had made me. Slowly sliding inside and out, I lifted my body up so he could go deeper.

“Oh, you frisky, little kitten. You want to play?”

I meowed and pushed back into his hand. But he stopped and wiped my wetness off his fingers and down my back.

“Turn around.”

I did what Daddy asked cause I was a good kitty (well, mostly). He now stood with his jeans undone and his yummy Daddy part was out. And it was hard. I liked that I made Daddy that way.

“Here Kitty Kitty, come get your treat.”

I moved closer to Daddy and looked up in his eyes.

“Lick your treat.” That’s all he needed to say.

I stuck out my little kitty tongue and began to give slow, long licks at first, making sure I got every inch of his hard Daddy part. Then, I opened my kitten mouth and took just the tip in, flicking my tongue against him. Daddy moaned. He grabbed my head and pulled me straight into him over and over.  I continued to suck and let him use my little mouth. Faster and harder. It made my eyes all watery when he did this. Sometimes I made that sound like before you throw up. Gagging on him as he hit the very back of my throat. I felt Daddy tense up and I knew what was coming. But he pulled out instead and he slid his hand up and down his Daddy part until his Daddy cum came spurting out. He held a little purple dish and caught all of it in there.

“Such a good little kitty for Daddy.” He put the purple dish on the floor in front of me. Patted my head.

“You know what to do.”

And Daddy watched carefully as I licked and lapped that purple dish clean. I’m such a good little kitty cat (sometimes).


About the Author

GlassMenagerie has a love and fascination with the written word, and the way it has the power to elicit different feelings in the reader, especially desire.

The last year has been one of self-discovery as she stumbled upon the world of kink, and found the very things she had been craving down in her core, at last, began to make sense.

Writing most often about her journey as a submissive (identifying as a Babygirl and Little), she enjoys sharing her erotic fiction and poetry on Fetlife. Her work is sometimes a reflection of her past experiences or just her kinky mind running wild.

https://fetlife.com/users/8127037

Tagged With: bdsm, Daddy, dom, fetish, GlassMenagerie, kink, little, pet play, play, power exchange, role play, sub

Kinky Shopping

July 2, 2018 By GlassMenagerie 12 Comments

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I don’t always love shopping for new clothes. I find it boring and an exercise in frustration. Shopping for new lingerie, however, is something entirely different. I love lace and silk and garters and pretty panties. With this in mind, we walked into the mall hand in hand and headed straight for the lingerie shop. You followed me closely as I touched fabric and browsed the racks.

“What colour Sir?” I asked, knowing your answer already.

“You know what I like, little girl,” you muttered as you smirked back at me. “Little girl,” sigh. What is it about those words that make the place between my thighs heat up?

I selected a lace teddy in black, with matching garters, and you followed in back towards the fitting room. I closed the door behind me.

“I want to see once you have it on.” There was a smile in his voice when he spoke.

“Of course,”

I slipped my clothes off, and enjoyed the feel of the lace as I pulled it down over my body. I stepped into the garter belt,  glanced in the mirror, and thought it looked pretty.

“I asked you to show me.” Your voice was a little sharper now.

I opened the door to the fitting room, stepped out slightly, gave you a little twirl, and flashed you a smile.

“Mmmm, very pretty. I like that one.”

I smiled knowing I had pleased you. You pointed back at the fitting room. As I stepped back in and was about to close the door,  I realized you were right behind me. You then closed the door behind us, and put a finger to your lips telling me to “shhh”.

“Kneel. Now.” It obviously wasn’t a question.

I dropped to my knees before you. You had already unzipped and that delicious cock of yours was presenting itself to me. I can never resist it or you.

“You know what to do, little girl,” you commanded with a smirk. “Now.”

I obediently began to lick, base to tip. Traced circles around your cock with my tongue. Spat on it. Gripped it tightly, sucked just the tip. God, you tasted good already.

“Open. And be quiet”

You put both hands in my hair grasping it tightly. You slid that cock in slowly, making me take every inch until I was filled with you. My hand started to travel down my body searching for the place between my thighs that tingled and dripped. You slapped my face. Fuck. It stung.

“Did I say you could touch?”

I shook my head “no” slowly.

“Hands behind your back.”  I did as you demanded as you stroked the cheek you hit gently.

Your hands were back in my hair now; you began to thrust. Slow at first then gaining speed.  I gagged and sputtered. I tried so hard to be quiet. But that cock pushed sounds out of me I could not control. Backed up against the wall of the fitting room there was no place for me to retreat. So, I knelt helplessly as you pulled my hair towards you, making me take you deeper and deeper.

“Mmmm. My greedy, little girl. Take Daddy just like that”

I could tell from your pace and the look on your face, you were close. Harder and harder you went. Taking my air. My eyes filled with tears. My face became wet with them.

“When I explode in that little mouth of yours you are not to swallow. You are to hold what I give you  until I tell you otherwise. Are we clear, little girl?”

I nodded slightly.

You increased the rhythm, and I saw your eyes start to roll. And then it came. Your cock pulsed as I felt your load hit the back of my throat. God, there was so much of it. My mouth was full. But I dared not swallow. You zipped up. Kindly helped me to my feet and out of the fitting room.  I fucking loved the taste. It swished in my mouth as I moved.

“Get dressed. And I think we’ll buy that set. I like it on you,” you said through the door.

I get dressed quickly. It was hard not to swallow. I left the room to meet you in the hall.

“All good, little one?” I nodded. You smiled at me as I followed you out. I handed the teddy and garters to you.

“No, I think you should pay for them.” I panicked a little. How am I going to pay silently?

I approached the counter and sheepishly handed the items to the cashier.

“Find everything okay?”

I could only nod. I could imagine Sir smiling behind me.

“Need anything else?” Fuck I wanted to swallow. I was sure my mouth looked full. I was sure she knew. I felt my face heating up. But I shook my head “no”.

“And how will you be paying?” I flashed her my MasterCard.

I finished paying. She handed me the bag. I turned and Sir took my hand. As we left the store, he whispered, “Don’t you dare swallow yet.” I nodded.

“Good girl.”

We walked through the mall. I could feel him smiling at me.  I hoped I didn’t see anyone we knew.

We reached the exit, and Sir held the door for me. As we passed through, he grabbed my arm gently and pushed me towards the wall.

He looked deep in my eyes. “Swallow.”

And I did. He held my head in his hands and kissed me deeply.

“Such a good, little girl”

I smiled at him.

I like shopping trips with Daddy.


About the Author:

GlassMenagerie has a love and fascination with the written word, and the way it has the power to elicit different feelings in the reader, especially desire.

The last year has been one of self-discovery as she stumbled upon the world of kink, and found the very things she had been craving down in her core, at last, began to make sense. 

Writing most often about her journey as a submissive (identifying as a Babygirl and Little), she enjoys sharing her erotic fiction and poetry on Fetlife. Her work is sometimes a reflection of her past experiences or just her kinky mind running wild. 

https://fetlife.com/users/8127037

 

 

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Part 3: Annie’s Punishment

April 30, 2018 By Juliette van der Molen 6 Comments

Sexy young woman with rattan school cane. Woman prepare for spanking

Annie’s hair hung in a long straight curtain of gold until it waved and curled gently just below her shoulder blades. She perched on her toes. Her calf muscles stood out in high relief against her skin as she trembled under the strain. A quarter nestled between her nose and the wall and she held it in place as if her life depended on it, which of course, it did not. Scott walked into the room at intervals and stood behind her, sometimes coming close enough that his breath brushed against her neck. He didn’t say anything, didn’t touch her. His silence was worse than anything.

 

She was supposed to be thinking. When he released her from the wall she would have to tell him why she’d misbehaved. First, she told herself she hadn’t broken any specific rule. That was true. But, she’d carefully baited and laid a trap. This wasn’t the expected outcome. Her hope was that his version of punishment might include something more directly physical, something—with impact. Annie steadied her breath and let it flow out of her. She wanted more than anything to rest her heels on the floor, but the moment that happened he would take that as a sign that she was ready to talk. She wasn’t sure she ever would be. When he had asked her to strip, she thought for certain the plan was going to work. When he brought her to the wall, she thought there was still hope. The instructions fell from his lips with all the disappointment of air slipping out of a balloon.

 

He hadn’t paddled her in a while. One of the things she loved about Scott was that he knew how to put his hands on her and well, handle her. He wasn’t shy about it. Her limbs were fragile surrounded by his punishing fingers and demanding mouth. He moved her and positioned her and had her every way he wanted. The sex blew her mind. She wept from the pain and suffering of him pounding into her without remorse, ever opening, wishing she could somehow pull herself wider. Sometimes he said he wanted to slip under her skin. They couldn’t get close enough.

 

She was shaking and it had been too long already. One heel hit the floor in defeat and she slid nose to quarter, still holding it in position.

 

“Come here.”

 

Annie slipped the quarter between her teeth and slid down the wall until she was on all fours. Her calves relaxed in relief as her knees now dug into the hardwood floor and she began the slow crawl to where he stood. Eyes trained low each grain and groove brought her closer. Dark red pigment prickled at her neck and she fought to control it, knowing it was useless. She blinked to banish the tears filling her eyes, bulging against her lower lids and threatening to spot the floor. She wasn’t ready to talk. She still didn’t know what to say.  The tips of his gleaming black shoes came into view. Shiny enough to see her reflection in them, if she could bear it. Annie knelt up and settled her hands behind her back. She rose like a puppet on a string, straightening her back and tilting her chin upward, the coin offered to him.

 

He took it and through lowered eyelids she saw him rub it once, twice, then pocket it.

 

“So there’s still the question to answer, girl.” He said softly. “Why?”

 

A breath shuddered through her and when she tried to answer a sob choked out. She just couldn’t say it. His hand slid into her hair like a comfort until his fingers tightened and squeezed.

 

“Look at me!” His voice was soft, exasperated.

 

Opening her eyes felt like unearthing a vein deep below the surface. She didn’t want to do it, but part of her wanted exactly that. Vulnerability rippled through her skin and made the hairs on her arms stand on end. She didn’t like that he didn’t understand her. She didn’t like that the words had stuck in her throat so many times that she had resorted to a stupid, childish game to get his attention.

 

“Annie, I need to understand.  What’s going on with you?” His hand softened.

 

“I thought.” She started, then halted then blurted out the words. “I thought you would punish me.”

 

“Isn’t that what I just did?”

 

“No. I mean, yes. But no, not like that.”

 

Scott tilted his head and looked down on her contorted face, streaked with tears. Annie glanced over to the spanking bench disguised as a respectable ottoman near his chair. His eyes followed hers and he closed his eyes. His full lips flattened into a thin line as he shook his head.

 

“Like what?” He asked.

 

“I thought you would paddle me.” She said softly.

 

He watched her struggle, imagined the internal battle raging back and forth like some dark tennis match knocking at her heart.  His hand slid down against her hair and he crouched down low to take her chin gently in his hand.

 

“Why would you want me to paddle you, Annie?” He asked.

 

As a lawyer, he’d been trained never to ask questions he didn’t already know the answer to—and he could have let her out of this so easy. So many times before he’d had her over that bench until she was crying and squirming and begging him for more. But, she’d never initiated anything like that. The truth was, he loved dominating her. He loved giving her the pain she craved, but he wanted her full participation. And while he’d expected that eventually she would ask him for it, instead of just willingly submitting to his whim, he hadn’t expected it to come about like this. Still, here they were and now he needed to hear it.

 

“Because…” Her voice drifted a little until he squeezed on her chin and her eyes opened wide. “It would hurt.”

 

“I’m not going to punish you that way, ever. We’ve talked about this.” He shook his head. “Why did you try to manipulate me?”

 

Her eyes widened at his understanding. Annie swallowed hard.

 

“I wanted it.” She whispered.

 

“Look at me when you say it and say it clearly.”

 

Her voice trembled loudly. “I wanted you to hurt me. I wanted to feel it. I need it.”

 

“That, was all you ever had to say, little one.” He stood up and gestured over to the bench.

 

Annie scurried over as he adjusted the screws on either side of the center compartment so that she could nestle her knees in the padding.  He stroked her back as she shivered lightly.

 

“Before we begin..” He started. “This is not a punishment. We’ve already done that. You’re never to repeat that kind of behavior. I may call you my little girl and I may be a Daddy to you, but you are a grown woman and you will not hide these desires from me any more. Do you understand me?”

 

“I do, Daddy.” Annie whispered softly.

 

Her fingers gripped the edge of the bench as she relaxed into the leather. His first stroke was steady and sure, the leather side of the paddle smacking hard. A moan blew out of her half open mouth and tugged her lips up into a smile. This was it. What she needed and missed and wanted. He warmed her up slow until she lifted for him, offering herself to him, pulsing against the strokes. When he flipped the paddle to the wooden side she was more than ready. The sting shocked into skin and she felt herself shrink inward while her body did the impossible and reached out to him. He was catching her in the sweet spot, paddle spreading her cheeks and making contact with her pussy lips.

 

The war inside her mind commenced. Take the pain. Use the safe word. Pull away from him. Push back into him. Logic battled her to the end. Then the pain ceased and it was all sound and sensation reverberating through every muscle like an electric current. A low rumble tumbled out from deep in her chest, moans mixed with cries that no longer made any sense to her. His exertion was at the limit, his breath whooshing out of him as he laid each hard blow. The color on her cheeks now a mosaic of pink, red and white overlapping as he painted her in pain.

 

“Give it to me.”

 

His command came through gritted teeth. Each muscle inside her core wound up tight as the blows came impossibly hard and closer together. She was a star collapsing in on itself and then exploding out through her extremities, launching into another galaxy. Her throat choked on a cry so big it had to force its way through larynx, expanding vocal chords that she never new existed.  

 

He covered her then, his body draping over her heaving soreness. Scott pressed his mouth into the hollow behind her ear as she cried.

 

“Never.” He panted. “Never, ever hide this from me.. It’s stunning. My beautiful, beautiful girl.”

 

And then.

 

Annie wept.

 

About the Author:

Writer of completely unladylike erotica and other sundry things. After discovering that people actually do these crazy, kinky things, she began exploring the lifestyle in 1993 and never looked back. She writes about her experience in authority based relationships, BDSM fiction and even the occasional hot sonnet. She is currently the assistant direction for MAsT Central New Jersey and the co-host of a submissive support group (SSASE) in the same area. Her work has appeared in Lit Up, P.S. I Love You, My Erotica.com, and The Junction. You can find her in these publications at: https://medium.com/@juliette.vandermolen and connect with her on Twitter @j_vandermolen and fetlife at: juliette_ .

Tagged With: bdsm, big, dom, erotica, Juliette van der Molen, kink, little, punishment, sub

Being a Little and Its Healing Properties

October 9, 2017 By slave_bunny 2 Comments

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Most people have things from the past that they are not over, and many of those things stem from childhood. Many of our parents didn’t give us what we needed most, and our basic needs were not met. Because of this, we go into adulthood with this hole in us that feels like it can never be filled or eradicated. Although it is very evident that we cannot change the past, it is still possible to get what we missed out on in childhood in our adult lives.

My childhood was filled with a lot of extra- curricular activities and a regimented afterschool schedule, along with a very judgmental mother who needed everything, including me, to be her way. She did not give me the freedom to be myself that I so yearned for, did not give me the unconditional love that I needed, and did not provide a reliable and consistent structure for me. So, in my adult life I dealt with this void in various ways. Some healthy, such as: being task-oriented, list making, and loving my Master unconditionally and non-judgmentally. Others, in not so healthy ways, such as: emotional lash outs.

It is easy to think that what happened in your past, stays in the past. But unless it is dealt with in an effective and healthy way, it will keep coming back to haunt you.

I have found that when I go into “Little Bunny mode” I am able to get all the things I missed out on in my childhood: acceptance, laughter, silliness, and unconditional love. I feel free to be myself, and don’t have to be thinking a million steps ahead. I can just live happily and peacefully in the current moment, and be completely present and mindful with my Master.

Going into my little space also allows me to positively replace some of the negative emotions left from my childhood, and put things into a more realistic perspective. Because of my little mode, I was able to realize that I’m not a bad person; I just wasn’t living up to my mother’s standards. I know this because of the acceptance and love my Master gives me when I am in little mode. And that brings me a lot of healing. I don’t take my childhood so personally, because I am shown that other people accept my child self, which is exactly the person my mother rejected. In short, being a little can replace negative feelings from the past with new positive ones, and replace our old, pessimistic ideologies about ourselves as well.

My little side does not have a set time when it shows up or is supposed to show up. It usually makes an appearance in times of extreme stress, sadness, or happiness. But no matter when it comes out, it is always way more pleasant feeling these things through my little self, than feeling the strain of stress and sadness in my adult head space.

It also allows my Master to better deal with the intense emotions, because it is often easier to have compassion for someone who is small and youthful than a full- grown adult. I also find it is easier to move on from a negative emotion quicker and easier because that’s how children are wired. Children don’t always have the ability to see the big picture. So, when the moment is over, so are their emotions.

My little self is also much more forgiving towards myself and others, and less pessimistic because she has not been jaded by the adult world and all its disappointments. Because of this, I find my little comes out when I need to remain positive and keep my esteem intact. My Master has even given me assignments to write to my adult self from my little self. I will often read these letters in times of stress.

Roleplaying a big/little scene can also be very therapeutic. Roleplaying as a little can give you a healthy outlet to acquire what you missed out on as a child, and/ or a way to reenact things from your childhood that need working through. It allows you the space to feel more heard and be more taken care of than you may have been in childhood.

I strongly encourage those who go into little space do so only with those they whole-heartedly trust (due to the fact that going into little space can often leave one feeling quite vulnerable).  While being a little is not the sole thing one needs to work through their past, it can be a great and healing tool to use in tandem with other coping mechanisms and healing techniques.

I discovered my little with my Master by accident, and as time goes on she comes out more and more. I find being a little is a great emotional coping tool, and breeds a lot of acceptance and nonjudgement within myself. For me, when I am in little space, the lack of harsh criticism combined with unconditional acceptance definitely brings about a boost in my overall self- esteem.

I strongly encourage anyone who identifies as a little to look at who your little is, and try to link your little to your childhood. See what connections you can make. It’s important for everyone to fully process what they are not over yet, so they can move on and stop carrying the emotional weight around from the past. I have found that being a little is an amazing way to do that.

About the Author:

Slave Bunny, a 1950’s power slave, is involved in a wonderful and loving TPE 24/7 M/S relationship with her Master and husband. She is also the Creative Director of Kink Weekly.

She has dedicated her life to working on herself mentally, spiritually, and physically, and hopes to inspire others to do the same. Through teaching and mentoring, she hopes to help everyone in the Kink community as much as she can.

Feel free to add her on Fetlife (Slave_Bunny992) to see her upcoming workshops and classes.

 

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Playing with Littles

January 23, 2017 By Jenn Masri 1 Comment

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First, before you play with one, you may be curious as to what a “little” is. I am going to give you the more widely accepted definition/explanation for what a little is. Although there are some that may define things differently. Some will define being a little as being completely separate from age-play, for example. I will do my best to explain it how I have come to understand it via friends that identify as such, as well as participate in groups dedicated to age play.

Age play is a term used to cover those that participate in a certain fetish for behaving and/or regressing in a way that is more typical of ages younger than they are chronologically.

>>Age play does NOT imply anything related to ACTUAL incest or pedophilia.<<

Under the umbrella of age play there are several identifiers. Adult baby, little, and middle. Adult baby typically refers to someone who identifies with age 0-2 approximately. Some may identify within a few years older but not beyond diaper wearing years. A little usually identifies between AB and 9 or 10 approximately. The term “little” can also be used as an umbrella term for all three of these categories. Much like “D/s” is a specific power exchange dynamic but is also used as a global reference to any power exchange. The third identifier is middle which usually refers to someone that associates their “little space” to an age that is still a child but a bit older – pre-teen thru adolescence.

So to make it a bit easier I will be using the term “little” for the remainder of this article as the more global, or umbrella, term. It will refer to those that identify as an AB, little or middle. The defining difference for a little (as opposed to a babygirl, babyboy, or any roleplay including a minor like molestation/incest play) is regression. Regression is when your mind has to go back to a different age, it physically reverts to a younger age, when this happens the little does not think like a grown up, only the age they revert to.

If you go to a “littles party”, for example – at least here in LA – you will probably see the main play space filled with blankets, stuffed animals, chutes & ladders type board games, etc. Participants might be dressed in diapers, onesies, and/or footed pajamas. There will probably be a lot of coloring books, crayons, markers, playdoh, and other craft items. IF the party allows kinky play you will most likely find separate rooms available for that – away from the main area.

This is the part you need to pay attention to if you are negotiating play with someone that identifies as a little. First, find out what their definition of little is for them. It may be that their definition for little is closer to my definition of babygirl/boy (look for an article soon where I compare them) or that they identify as a little simply because they have a few childlike traits in their personality. In these cases you may not have much issue in terms of integrating their “little side” with kink. However, if they define “little” closer to how I (and many others) define it, then that may be a different story. If someone does more of a regression to the age of a child then it is possible that kinky play and/or sexual acts can be abusive. It can trigger trauma for them or become a more traumatic scenario. This is why it’s important to have a very honest conversation about what being in “little space” means for them, what they enjoy doing during that time, and what is off limits. Also, discuss whether the scene will be completely in “little space”, “adult space”, or if it might be a combination. A combination may be a bit trickier and require very specific planning. For many, kink can be integrated into little space if it makes sense – such as disciplining the “child” with a spanking.

Overall, the topic of littles and age-play can get very complicated. I hope I’ve at least cleared up a few questions if you had any. The main take away here is to make sure the negotiation for a scene is very honest and clear – on both sides. Don’t shy away from playing with littles – it can be a very fun and unique experience!

Jennifer Masri is a Licensed Marriage and Family Therapist, specializing in Alternative Lifestyles for individual and relationship issues. She also teaches the BDSM 101 class series at Sanctuary LAX in Los Angeles every Monday evening. Read more about Jennifer on her blog, A Kink Shrink.

Tagged With: age play, little, littles

BDSM Scene Idea: Diaper Play

January 16, 2017 By anniebear 5 Comments

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This scene idea could be listed under the category of “taboo play” because depending on the person, it dances along the lines of age play and infantilism which frankly can freak some people out who have very little experience or knowledge on the subject. Just remember to withhold any negative judgment, bearing in mind that what is taboo for one may be normal for another as long as it’s done in a safe, sane, and consensual manner.

For these scene tips, I’m going to use diaper play as a form of humiliation with a little bit of age play in the mix. There are those who enjoy going into full baby play mode but that is not the main source for this article and is not something I personally have experience with.

Diaper play as a form of humiliation
While you can purchase themed adult diapers that come in many colors or patterns, a good old standard is the adult diaper aisle at your local convenience store. In fact, you can send your submissive on an errand to purchase a pack for themselves! If you’re slightly less sadistic, you can order them online and “surprise” your submissive when you introduce this element to the scene.

Nothing spells embarrassment for me like having to wear a diaper in public. Picture if you will, a female submissive getting all dressed up in her finest lingerie, applying makeup, styling hair, arriving at a public dungeon or play party, only to be instructed to strip down and put on an adult diaper. My cheeks are red as I write this. The submissive is then lead around the party, perhaps by a leash for all to see and comment upon-under the direction of the dominant of course! Telling her she is a “good girl” and that she’s “being brave walking around all by herself” and similar sentiments touch on the fringes of “little” play but are not necessarily going full boar with it. If your submissive enjoys the littles headspace, by all means, keep going with it. Diaper play can be a sort of “gateway” to discovering a deeper level of trust and play between you and your partner.

You can also administer spankings or any other type of play whilst they are wearing their diaper. It’s all part of the fun!

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Diaper play as a form of humiliation
I recommend trying this idea in the privacy of your home. Instruct your submissive to drink several bottles of water in a short period of time. You can do this while you leisurely watch TV together or maybe when you’re out and about. Once you want to begin the scene, “dress” your submissive up in their diaper. You can always place them in a punishment timeout. We are lucky enough to have a human cage on hand but a dog crate or even just seated on the floor in a corner will do. I think you see where this is going. The average person will eventually need to use the restroom after drinking a lot of water. If your sub asks to use the restroom, tell them they conveniently have the diaper on and can go right where they are! This does one of two things: creates humiliation and regret for ever needing punishment in the first place and also making the sub feel quite low because they are in fact, peeing themselves. For this form of punishment, it cannot get any worse than that.

These are just some basic starting points for introducing diaper play into your scenes. It’s not for everyone and as always, make sure to negotiate any new scene elements with your partner. I’m personally a fa of trying wacky (to me) new things in scene but others prefer a more traditional route. You also don’t want to accidentally land on a trigger.

Happy diapering!

anniebear is a submissive living with her partner Dexx in Los Angeles. She enjoys writing, modeling for friends, animal rescue, and teaching herself how to cook. You can catch her on Fetlife or Facebook.

Tagged With: diaper play, little, scene ideas

The Little Brat

November 16, 2015 By Desdemona 1 Comment

Photographer: Dexx Model: Renata Colette

She was home alone and feeling neglected. She set up her phone and snapped a few cheeky shots for Daddy.

“That should get his attention,” she thought with a laugh.

Her phone suddenly buzzes to life. A new text message.

“I get home in two hours.” It was Daddy!

“You’re going to get it and that little bear too. Be ready….”

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