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***All works of erotica are fictional. We NEVER condone anything that is not consensual.
You have talked about this trip for months.
It started in passing. You wanted to go visit some of your old haunts. You wanted to see what had changed, who was still there, and surprise a few members of your leather family.
I was excited for you.
It’s not often you get the chance to be free Sir. For you to take even these three days to visit is out of the ordinary.
You were all set. You asked me to book you a room. After all, you cannot surprise family if you ask ahead of time to stay there.
I booked you a room with a king size bed, located only a few doors from the jacuzzi. Long trips like this are murder on your body. I know you will need to relax, and the heat will help you.
About a month ago, you asked me to come with. I was surprised. You had been looking forward to some time to yourself. I did not wish to be underfoot.
You told me it was my decision. Logically, you planned on taking some gear to use at a party and you would appreciate the help but would not force me to go.
I knew I was going the minute you asked. Even kneeling quietly in a corner while you played would be enjoyable to me.
I like watching you play Sir.
Course, I have never met a girl who was not mesmerized by you.
It is Friday now. We are up before the sun, packing the van with your gear, our clothes, and a small cooler with drinks and snacks.
We have seven hours of driving ahead of us. I am not looking forward to that. I am worried I will get motion sick, like I often do, but you seem far less worried.
I run downstairs and say my goodbyes to the family, stopping to grab a jacket. I know it will be cold for a while.
I lay my jacket in the car and I hear you call me into the garage. I figured you needed my help.
I was wrong.
I stepped through the open door and one hand is on the back of my neck while your other covers my mouth.
You stare me down and get close to my face.
“Shh. From this point out, you are in service mode. You will worry about nothing. Is that understood?”. You remove your hand from my mouth.
“Yes Sir”. My voice is breathy. It often is when you take control so suddenly.
“Good. Bend over and pull your panties down.”
The garage door is wide open. Anyone could see us. But it’s been less than a minute since you told me I am in service mode and I have no desire to start the trip on a bad note.
I bent over, pulling my short black sun dress up my back and my lace panties to my knees.
Two of your fingers rub across my clit. You know I have no control. A few short strokes and then you plunged your fingers right inside me. I gritted my teeth. I have always been tight, and I cannot naturally lube. We both know it hurts without preparation.
You finger fuck me until I am trying to push back against you.
I whined softly. I do not wish to be caught but I am always desperate when you touch me.
I felt something round press against my cunt. It slips inside with only a bit of pressure.
You replace my panties and prompt me to stand up. I am pulled back against your chest and your lips rest against my ear.
“That will stay in place until I say otherwise. Did you pack the rest of what I asked?”
“Yes Sir,” I responded, thinking of both the clothespins and the clover clamps in my purse.
This is going to be an interesting ride and we have not even left yet.
We have been on the road for about two hours now and I don’t know how much longer I can take this. Without so much as a word, you keep turning on the toy you slipped inside of me. I should have known it would be more involved than just keeping me filled for the trip.
Fast pulses until I am nearing the edge. Then you cut the power. My body convulses with the sudden stop. I know better than to cum without permission. Even if you are pushing my body to the limit, repeatedly.
Four hours in and my body is beyond tense. You have been edging me continuously for the whole trip. Soon, we see a sign that says we are five miles from the next town. Your game intensifies.
“We are going to stop for gas and to get a drink.” When you smile, I know that is not all that will be happening.
“Take the clamps out of your purse and put them on.” You wait patiently as I do as instructed. I gasp a little at the pressure. The clover clamps bite hard on my tender flesh and press uncomfortably against my piercings. I have never made it more than an hour in these, and that was pushing myself to tears. “Now, slip your panties off.” Just as I start removing them, you turn the toy to high and I squeeze my legs together just to gain some semblance of control. I slide them down kick them from my ankles. I move to pick them up, but you tell me to leave them.
“When we stop, you are going to go inside and get us drinks. Take your time sweetie, I will be waiting.”
My head drops down to my chest. I know that my cheeks are turning a soft shade of red. You know how much this embarrasses me to be so underdressed in public.
“What’s a matter sweetie?”
“Nothing, Sir. I am feeling very shy.”
“Awww, poor little piggie.”
That just turns me an even brighter red. I enjoy being your little piggie, but I am extremely shy outside of our home. You love pushing me to face that embarrassment.
It is only a few miles to the gas station, and I am already feeling the bite of the clamps. I close my eyes, trying to breathe through the pain. Of course, you knew what I was trying to do. You prefer when I stay in the moment.
Suddenly, I feel your hand slap down onto my bare thigh. My eyes fly open and I grunt from the force. I look at you and you are simply grinning, keeping your eyes on the road. I look down to my leg and I can see the outline of your palm. The imprint won’t stay long but I will feel the smack for a long while.
We pull to a stop before I realize we have arrived. I grab my wallet and my mask. I still find it ironic that my face is covered but the rest of me is bare beneath my dress. I am slow to close the passenger door after I get out and you raise an eyebrow at me.
I take a deep breath, turn around, and head inside. I have never felt like my dress was too short or revealing as I have at this moment. It feels like all the eyes are on me. My hands nervously tuck at the hem of my dress, tugging it down. I kneel down slowly to get our drinks. They are always on the bottom of the cooler, but you knew that. I curse you under my breath as the vibrations start up again. I grab the drinks and my legs wobble slightly as I try to stand.
You are impossible, Sir.
I slowly make my way up to the counter. I wave away a kind strangers concern at how I am walking. I must look a right sight. I breathe deeply as I wait for my turn to pay. It is instances like this that I am thankful my face is covered.
I swipe my card and offer my thanks as I grab my bag. I walk as quickly as I can to the car without raising suspicion. I reach for the handle, only to find the door locked. I look through the window and you are staring at me with your fingers on the lock. The toy surges to its highest setting and my forehead drops against the window. I am going to collapse at this rate. My legs are shaking, and my breathing is getting erratic.
I know you can see me whispering against the window. It is a continuous litany of “please” and “Sir.” I am not even sure if I am asking to finally be allowed an orgasm or if I just want inside the car. After a couple of minutes, I hear the lock click open. I open the door and climb inside.
“What took you so long sweetie?”
I just glare at you as you chuckle. You are far too amused by this.
I pop the top on your drink as you pull away from the gas station. You have silenced the toy for now but without the distraction, I am starting to feel the intense pain of the clamps. They have been on nearly twenty minutes now. I can feel the pain radiating into my back.
“Sir, may I remove the clamps?”
“When we reach city limits.”
I close my eyes. That is nearly five miles. Red light after red light, five miles is a very long time.
Two miles down and I am unsure if I can do this any longer. “Please, Sir.”
“No. You are almost there sweetie. You can do this.” Deep breath.
I am watching the street signs intently. Another mile down. My hands have curled into a fist. You have kept the toy silent for a reason. You want me to experience the pain without distraction. You want me to endure it. You want me to know that I can.
One mile to go. My body is stoic. Every movement antagonizes the clamps. The cloth of my dress is nearly unbearable.
As soon as we crossed the city limits, I was ready to remove them. “Please Sir. May I remove them now?” Its always better to double check with you. I never know if you will have changed your mind and start something even more wicked.
“Yes, you may. You did good.”
I removed them and immediately press my palms against my nipples as the blood rushed back into them. It is so intense. All I want to do is be allowed to orgasm. I know that is a long time away. But a girl can dream.
It has been a long trip Sir. My body is exhausted. You have been edging me for eight hours, if we include the stops we made. My skin is so sensitive. My dress feels heavy and the slight breeze makes my knees quiver. You have had the toy tease me, pushed me with my clamps, and had me tease myself openly on the drive. I can tell you that seats are high enough that I am positive I was on full display. Is that why we took the roads that are crowded with semi-trucks?
You get us checked in to the hotel. We are not meeting anyone else until tomorrow. So, this should be a good chance to relax.
I should have known better.
Once everything is put away, you take a seat in the wingback chair near the window. The curtains are drawn, and you ask me to come stand in front of you. You sit forward slightly, and your hands wrap around my thighs, resting on my ass. I stand silently, waiting for your instruction.
You pull one hand back and bring it up to cover my cunt. My eyes rest on the top of your head and my hands come up to your shoulder as you smack my lips hard. Two, three, four times. Your fingers slip between my lips as my fingers tighten on your shoulders. My legs are shaking as I hold myself still. You slide over my clit. Its so sensitive from all the teasing. I can feel the pulsing in my back. You slide forward and I feel you hook the toy and pull it. I feel so swollen and the tugging hurts. You bring your other hand off my ass and snap twice.
With relief, I let my legs give out and drop to my knees. My eyes go to the floor and my hands rest on my thighs.
Your fingers come up to my lips and I suck them clean without hesitation. Once you are satisfied, you bring the toy to my lips and I repeat the process. You pull it from my mouth and drop it into my hands. My head drops forward onto your knees as I steady myself.
You run your fingers through my hair and speak softly. “When you are settled, I want you to crawl to the bathroom and leave the toy by the sink to be cleaned later. Then I want you to crawl to the door and bring back the bag I left there. Do you understand, piggie?”
I nod my head. Your fingers tighten in my hair and pull my head back to look you in the eye. “Care to try that again?”
“Yes, Sir. I understand, Sir.”
You let my hair go and I relax back into position. I appreciate that you are letting me settle into my role. It has been so long since I have been in continuous service like this. My head is in its confused state. It is where I can still feel the pain and sensitivity, but my mind has yet to clear of everyday stress. I need this. I need to just be here, with you, and forget everything else.
Thank you for knowing me as you do.
I think I am ready now.
I lift my head from your knee and slip the toy between my teeth. I turn and start crawling to the bathroom. In no time at all, I bring the small black bag to you. It is heavy between my teeth, but I am determined not to drop it.
You pull the bag from my grip and stand. You step around me. I can hear you laying items on the table, but I have no idea what it could be. I desperately want to peak but I know better.
I startle slightly when your hand rests on my head. I am losing myself in service. My mind is calm, even though my body is still sensitive from play. I breathe deeply and relax my shoulders.
I can do anything you ask of me, Sir.
“Come here piggie.”
I turn and crawl the few feet to you.
“Kneel up.” Your hands are on my chainmaille collar and I feel the clasp give way. You slide the metal across my collar bone and down my tummy until you drop it into my hands. I feel the strip of leather of my formal collar tighten around my neck. As always, my head tips up to look you in the eye. You have it tight enough to get my attention and make me gasp. You loosen it to your liking and buckle it closed. You tug harshly on the frontmost O-Ring and stare me down. The longer our eyes meet, the harder it is to keep eye contact.
It only take a few minutes before you let go of my collar and my body drops heavy back onto my knees.
“Tonight, we are going to have company.”
My eyes widen. We haven’t done this before Sir. I mentioned it, just once, when you asked me what one of my deepest desires was. I told you I wanted to serve you in public. I wanted to conquer my fears and overcome my shyness, my hesitancy.
But now, I am extremely nervous.
“Look at me.” I glance up. “I am going to show off my little piggie. I expect you to be on your best behavior.”
I look into your eyes and the moments tick by in silence. You are waiting for an answer. I am curious if you believe you will hear my agreement or my safeword.
I have told you I can take anything you have to offer. I am not ready to back down yet.
I find myself dressed in my gear. My ears keep my hair back. It helps, considering how much you love to see it down. The silicone nose is situated over my natural nose. I still hate it with a passion. The idea of anyone but you seeing this makes me extremely uncomfortable. My tail is situated snuggly in my ass. I entirely hate how much I have come to love my tail. I enjoy any opportunity when I am allowed to wear it.
I am kneeling at your feet, the tail uncomfortably bending and adjusting inside me.
I am facing the door, my head resting on your knee. My body is tense. My head is filled with chaos. I am unsure of how much I want this. Dreaming it, and doing it, are far different.
Your voice is soft behind me.
“We are going to lay a few ground rules. Tonight, you are just holes to fill and abuse. You will enthusiastically serve them as you do me. Your ass is off limits. Is that understood?”
“Yes, Sir.” My voice is soft but strong. I make sure you clearly hear my answer.
“Do you have any questions?”
Your fingers tighten in my hair and you pull my head back just enough to look at you. “I know you will make me proud, little piggie.” Your fingers release me hair and hook into my collar. “This means you are mine. I will always take care of you.”
“Thank you, Master. I needed to hear that.”
You smile. It is always a highlight of my day to see your smile. It is so rare and you are always so reserved.
“Now, my little piggie slut, up on the bed with you.” I crawl over to the bed and climb onto it, staying on all fours. “They are going to be here soon. I want you to relax for me.” You remove my ears momentarily and put the hood over my face. It is the one thing that makes me lose myself. I hear nothing but the blood rushing through my ears. I see nothing but the darkness of my eyelids. I taste nothing as long as you keep the zipper closed. You replace my ears and place a kiss to the top of my head. “Lay down and rest. I will wake you when it is time.”
With his blessing, I close my eyes and regulate my breathing. A nap will do me good after everything today.
I woke to my body being bodily flipped onto my tummy. There were hands on both my legs and they pushed them forward until I was forced onto my knees. My face stayed against the mattress and my hands were caught underneath me.
There are hands everywhere. My breathing is erratic, and I am trying to figure out what is happening. The zipper on my hood is undone and there is a thumb put into my mouth, pushing my tongue and jaw downward.
As soon as I felt it, I knew it was Master. That is how he tests my self-control. He will hold it for as long as possible to make sure I do not lick or suck without permission. Being allowed to suck on his thumb is a rare reward. I am oddly comforted under the pain.
I feel fingers on my backside. Someone is playing with the tail. Every time they tug at it, or bounce it, it shifts inside me. Then, without warning, there are two fingers inside of me. I am unable to lube naturally. I am guessing someone realized that as suddenly I felt someone spit on me. I could feel it dripping down and it was warm as they pushed it inside of me.
There was little prep. Less than a minute later, there is a hard cock pressing into my semi-dry passage. I feel uncomfortably stretched. I gasp sharply and as the man behind me starts to thrust harshly, there is a cock put to my lips. There is a hand on the back of my head, adding pressure as they pushed as far back into my throat as they could. My stomach and throat convulsed as my gag reflux was affected. I inhaled through my nose as best I could, but the jarring movement, from the fucking, was making it hard to concentrate.
I tried to remember what Master had said. That I would serve them enthusiastically. I pulled back when he let my head go and brought myself up to my hands and knees. Not knowing where anyone was, I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue.
It is not long before there is a cock in my mouth again. I am unsure if it the same person or not. I do not know how many people Master invited over. I bob my head, licking and sucking. I want to make Master proud. I am never happier than when I get to use my mouth.
I felt the guy behind me grip tight to my hips as he finished. It eased the burn of the next one who took his place. I’ve never been fucked so roughly. I am slightly panicked because I do not know where Master is. I trust he would not have left me alone, but I miss his touch right now.
I feel so full. It is brutal. I know that I will most definitely feel this tomorrow.
I lose count quickly of how they rotate. My jaw is sore, and my head keeps getting pulled in different directions to be fucked.
At some point, someone pulls my ears from my head and the hood is yanked roughly from me. I close my eyes against the light. I can hear the murmuring of one of the men. “She really is a pig, isn’t she? Look at the nose.”
I can hear Master chuckle. “She is my little piggie slut. She is such a dirty piggie.”
I can hear myself mewl at his words. It both embarrasses me and makes me whine in agreement. I am dirty and I would do anything for Master.
I was flipped onto my back, my head hanging off the bed. One thrust down my throat and another into my swollen cunt. My hands were grabbed and placed on another. I wrapped my fingers around him and started stroking. At least I now have a number. Master invited three people to have free reign of my body.
“Do not come down her throat. Piggies are meant to be dirty.” Master ordered.
And as he ordered, one covered my stomach and the other my breasts with their cum. The third filled my passage with even more cum. I could feel it dripping out of me. I felt tired and use. And dirty.
“Bring her here.” I felt myself picked up from the bed and tossed bodily to the floor. My arms were shaking, and I struggled to bring myself to my hands and knees. “Hold her.” I felt a boot push press against my back and push me back into the carpet. My arms went flat above my head. Another put pressed against my cheek and the last set held my hands in place.
I felt tugging at my tail. I started to try and struggle. My knees were pressed into the carpet, under my stomach, by the boot on my back. I had nowhere to go. I pulled and pulled but I couldn’t move.
“Please. Please no.” I didn’t know who was behind me. Only Master could touch me there. The tears welled in my eyes. I wouldn’t be able to get away. I would fail Master. “Please, no.”
“Quiet. I will do as I wish to my little piggie.” I sobbed at his voice. The tailed popped from my ass and I felt my walls pulse. It was weird being empty again.
You must have read my mind. Without any extra lube or preparation, you pushed into me until you were fully seated. It hurt. Your pace was just as brutal as the others. “Please, Sir, it hurts.” I cry. All I want to do is move away from the pain. My body is held in place. My neck is starting to hurt from the position but I am more focused on the pain radiating through my back. “Please, Sir. It hurts….it hurts so bad.”
“Hush and push back against me.” I hear you laugh softly. “Is piggie stuck? Isn’t this what you wanted? To be on a spicket and tenderized?”
I sob again. I am losing myself in the humiliation. I feel so exposed. I hurt and I am filled and covered in cum. My ass burns. I am unsure of how much time is passed before I feel your fingers tighten on my hips and you slam deep inside me. I feel your cum fill my ass. After you finish, I hear you tell them to release me. I feel like my body is made of lead. Out of the corner of my eye, I see you standing over me.
I shakily push myself up, slower than I would have liked, until I am on my knees. I open my mouth and gently take your cock into my mouth. I clean your cock with my tongue and then release you.
I lean down to the floor and kiss each boot three times. Then I murmur a soft thank you before kneeling back up. Our scene is done now. The adrenaline starts to slow.
My body is shaking. I am cold now.
You remove the nose from my face and your hand rests on the top of my head.
“You did good, piggie.”
I don’t remember you sending the others home. I remember falling back to the floor and curling up. It did not matter that I was covered in cum. I was exhausted. I never expected this. My body shakes from the adrenaline.
I remember my head being pulled into your lap. You are talking to me but it is hard to understand. When I finally come out of the white noise, you offer to run me a bath. I don’t want to be alone, even if the warm water sounds relaxing. I shake my head. Aftercare is the only time you allow me to answer non-verbally.
You move to get up and my hands tighten on your jeans. “Sir?”
“I am getting a cloth to clean you up. Then we will curl up and you can get your skin-to-skin contact.”
“Ok.” I sighed.
As you come back and start to wipe me down, I am comforted.
You always know what I need, Sir.
Even as I feel worn down, swollen, and somewhat broken, I know you will always be there to pick me up and put me back together.
You pick me up and place me on the bed. You make sure I am covered, so the shivering will stop soon. As you crawl in with me, you beckon me over. I curl my head onto your tummy and hand rubs my back reassuringly.
I feel my head go fuzzy and as I start to drift, I slur out the question I seem to ask every time. “piggie do good?”
I am positive I hear you laugh ever so slightly as you tell me “Yes, you are my good girl.”
My eyes drift close and I smile as I fall asleep.
You will always keep me safe.
I can rest now.
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.
I was still finding myself when I met my Daddy.
Correction. I hadn’t even begun trying to find the self I had lost when I met him, yet he inspired me to begin that journey.
Along the way, he pointed out to me that I had some of the tendencies of littles. Having read very little about people who identify that way, but finding those things to be negative, I rejected that possibility for myself. It was only after I did some more reading and spent some time being honest with myself that I was able to accept that part of me. I have met others along the way who struggled similarly with their preconceived notions of littles and thus fought against their desires for things such as pacifiers.
I genuinely cannot count the number of times people have become friends of mine and at some point remarked casually at how they hadn’t known someone who was a little before. They often go on to describe characteristics which are often associated with littles, such as brattiness and childishness, and express distaste with those traits, but pleasure that I am “not like that.” The conversation usually moves on, leaving me with that hint of sadness that one of my identifiers is so widely misinterpreted.
For a portion of society who preaches about tolerance and not judging one another, I see an awful lot of misconceptions about subgroups in our community. Perhaps the only experience some has had was with a little in a forum, or seen from across the room at a play party, all in pink stomping a foot and emphatically saying no. This trend towards treating littles somewhat dismissively tends to hit me hardest where I live, as these things often do. Rather than seeing those of us who identify in this category as whole, healthy individuals who have embraced their inner child, they are often seen as annoying, with much misconception. However, I see it in the case of “littles,” so let’s talk about us!
There are at least three large categories within the “little” heading. Littles, middles, and babygirls are often grouped together. So let’s break it down.
Littles often, but not always, identify that way because they have an age regression. This can be a state of mind for them which is sometimes situational. It can sometimes be referred to as little space in discussion. This age regression is different for every person who experiences it. Some people will identify an age they feel they regress to, others will have a range. For the most part littles tend to identify on the lower end of the age spectrum, generally under age 10, taking on characteristics of those age groups.
This may mean your little wants to have a pacifier, or takes comfort in stuffies. It may mean games of Candyland or coloring. It could mean Disney movies, a system of reward and punishment, or the endearment good girl being a thrill. It may mean they do not want sexual contact while in their age regressed state.
It does not mean that people who identify this way are incapable of taking care of themselves. It also does not mean they act like children all of the time. There are generally specific things which will trigger age regression for them, and may require them to feel comfortable and safe with the people around them. That generally doesn’t occur during the work day or with just anyone.
Middles generally identify in the middle of the age spectrum, somewhere from 11 and up. Again, some may experience age regression and some may not. They may or may not enjoy some of the more childlike things like coloring and stuffies and may be more open to sexual contact while in this mindset.
Babygirls often do not identify with age regressive experiences, yet strongly desire to fully integrate their inner children with their adult experiences. They may enjoy some of the same activities that littles and middles do without necessarily needing them or being restricted to one age bracket.
Confusion can come because all three subcategories can exhibit similar outward characteristics. Individuals identifying in these manners can often project a certain level of naivety or innocence in some form, whether it exists or is simply a projection of childlike innocence. Generally all three groupings are seeking a Daddy or Mommy relationship with an individual who is often, but not necessarily, older in chronological age and who guides the pairing. This partnership can provide mentoring in areas which may be less developed in the submissive partner, or simply provide emotional fulfilment.
The important thing to remember when dealing with anyone who identifies in any of these ways is that they are still adults who are perfectly capable of rational and intelligent thought. They shouldn’t have to hide their identifier out of fear of misconception or ridicule as I have seen some do. This community should be as inclusive as it claims to be. We should offer all those we meet an opportunity to educate us about areas of kink we were previously unfamiliar with, and perhaps learn a little about ourselves in return.
About the Author
Christmas bunny has been exploring kink since she was legal to do so. Her serious writing started in college, where she accidently got some of her papers published in educational journals. She has recently expanded her writing to include her kink journey. She began writing in the physical realm, but shed some of her inhibitions and began sharing those entries with others. She now keeps an active blog of her personal growth and her relationship with her Master / Daddy Dominant and writes helpful educational posts on a variety of subjects.
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There are often many false accusations going around when it comes to littles/being a little. Check out this awesome article to help eradicate stereotypes about people who identify in this manner
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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, and we are in no way advocates of any kind of abuse, non-consensual behavior, crossing any hard limits, putting anyone in harm’s way (physically/mentally/emotionally/spiritually), or violating one’s boundaries/what was pre-negotiated. This is a story concerning two consenting adults. It involves age play, and we are in no way advocating any kind of pedophilia.
With this being said, enjoy the story!
Violet laid in her bed with her stuffed animals. She was ready for Daddy to tell her a bedtime story before she drifted off into blissful sleep. She wore her cutest panties with little rainbows on them and no bra under her rainbow t-shirt.
Daddy peeked into the doorway and watched as little Violet’s ass moved side to side as she laid on her stomach. He loved her ass and how her cute little feet had different color nail polish on each toe to match her rainbow ensemble. “Ready for bed, baby girl,” he said as he entered the room with a big smile on his face. “Yes, Daddy!” she exclaimed with excitement as she sat up on the bed.
“Tonight we are gonna do something a little different,” he explained. “Now make room for Daddy so I can lay next to you.” She moved over and Daddy got in the bed. She noticed Daddy’s erection in his boxers, but dared not touch it without permission. Her pussy began to get wet at the thought of it entering her. Daddy had other things in mind though.
He kissed Violet on the lips softly and a few moments later they began to french kiss deeply. “Daddy’s hungry,” he asserted and began kissing down to her breasts, lifted up her shirt, and caressed each nipple with his mouth. He sucked each nipple tenderly while teasing the other nipple with his fingers.
He kissed down to her belly and licked, sucked, and bit her flesh passionately. The smell of her pussy juice became more prominent as he went lower. He kissed down to her pubic mound and through her panties began to bite her pussy lips softly and suck on her clit. “Is this okay, baby girl?” he asked. “Yes, Daddy. Keep going please,” she begged.
He pulled her panties to the side and put one finger into her tiny hole. He made a “come hither” movement inside of her, and she moaned at the pleasure it brought her. He then took his tongue and licked from hole to clit. He looked into Violet’s glacial eyes and whispered, “You are super tasty, baby girl.” “Thank you, Daddy. Please continue,” she implored.
His mouth moved up and down, his tongue buried deep inside her pussy lips as he continued to finger fuck her. Her young, tight pussy was so fresh he couldn’t get enough of it. Eventually, he took his finger out of her and licked it. “Mmm, you taste so good, baby girl.” She shivered at his words. “Now take off your panties for Daddy,” he ordered; Violet did as she was told.
“Daddy is going to lay down and you’re going to put your cute, little pussy over his face,” he asserted.
She blushed and asked “Will you be able to breathe, Daddy”?
“Yes baby and if I can’t I’ll tap you on your ass three times.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she said as her little body went over his face and she began to ride it.
“Mmm Daddy. It feels so good like this,” she moaned as her little pussy rubbed harder and harder against her Daddy’s mouth.
Daddy grabbed and smacked Violet’s ass lightly, and guided her to rub all the way up to his nose. His nose hit her clit just right and she made sure to move in such a way that he had time to breathe. The intensity of it was so strong that she moved her pussy faster and faster over Daddy’s mouth and nose until she climaxed hard and came all over Daddy’s chin.
“That was delicious,” he said to his little girl. He kissed her with his cum covered mouth. “I do taste good, Daddy,” she stated. Daddy was not done with her, but he needed to rest for a while. He fell asleep next to his little girl only to wake up to a surprise in the morning.
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About the Author
Mistress Rayvyn is a 37 year old native New Yorker who has been in the lifestyle for 20 years. Her hobbies include photography, singing, writing, reading, talking to people from around the world on various messengers, cooking, baking, and playing rpgs of all kinds.
She only started writing BDSM erotica a year ago, but has been writing poetry and fictional stories since she was 14 years old. While her BDSM stories are fictional, they are comprised of the fetishes she and her following have. Some stories are catered to specific people in her life, others are fantasies of her own. She hopes to continue to build her following and get some constructive feedback along the way.
If you’re in the US, happy tax week and happy belated Easter to everyone else. I hope you found something naughty in your easter basket, like these eggs from Stockroom. Locally, week one of the music festival Coachella has come to a close. Week two is gearing up and local Los Angelenos are more than pleased for the respite in traffic as everyone heads to Indio for the festival.
We’re very excited to announce our upcoming launch party in Los Angeles on June 10, in collaboration with Lovely Fate Events. We are planning an incredible play party and I hope some of you can join us. Find out more details and ticket info here.
Speaking of Stockroom, the famed Los Angeles BDSM equipment vendor is moving! A new location has yet to be announced but we are eager to see what happens as their current space has served as not only a store front but educational annex for many years. Of course you can always search their massive online store for anything your kinky little heart desires.
In a story we brought to your attention last week, the Drupal developer who was outed as kinky and subsequently told to resign from a project has received insurmountable support from his colleagues. They believe the way in which his private business was aired and the backlash from the company to remove him was in fact unfair bullying. Enough with the kink shaming, already!
This article from the Huffington Post does a nice job of explaining “littles” to the mainstream public. This particular little identifies as queer but the principles are the same.
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.
You may see this as DD/bg on Fetlife. You may also see DD/lg which typically stands for DaddyDom / little. So what’s the difference?
I will start this by saying that the following definitions are typically true. I never say they are always true because you can never assume that everyone defines themselves the same way. However, I will say that the way I define the difference between littles and babygirls is also similar to how several people who run parties and classes for the little community define the difference.
Someone who defines themselves as a “little” or has a “little” side to them, typically takes on a young persona some or most of the time. Typically it is a mindset where they will regress to a specific age or age set. It could be anywhere from infancy to adolescent. Keep in mind this is a persona and not related to what their power exchange dynamic is or even if they have one at all. They may or may not have sexual relationships. They are usually on the submissive end of the spectrum, but not always. If you attend a littles party you may find that a majority of the space is filled with people on the floor in footie pajamas with stuffed animals, coloring books, etc. The hosts may have a room or two away from the main space that is designated for BDSM play and/or sexual activity. The reason for this is that for many littles, adult activities of a sexual nature would be considered abusive or at least inappropriate. Added note: just because someone identifies as a little does not automatically mean they were abused as a child.
Babygirls, on the other hand, you can think more in terms of role-play – as opposed to regression. I don’t mean that to imply it is not a true and very real head space for them, just that rather than regressing to a certain age they are typically still an adult, but enjoy a nurturing dynamic. Sometimes age play will be included. For a babygirl, sex and BDSM play aren’t usually seen as inappropriate. Babygirls typically can enjoy being in this head space during adult activities. They may also be into incest or molestation play. However, once again, you can never assume that someone who enjoys this type of play was abused as a child. Regardless of the role-play aspect, most babygirls enjoy the underlying dynamic of the relationship.
This is why Daddy Doms fit well with babygirls. They both typically enjoy a more nurturing type power exchange. This may also include discipline. One major misnomer about Daddy Doms is that they are less sadistic. NOT TRUE! Not necessarily true at least. Lol If you are an s-type please don’t assume that getting involved with a Daddy Dom means they are teddy bears. They may be, but again you can’t assume this! There are plenty of DDs out there just as sadistic (or more so) than many Doms.
DDs also fit well with someone that identifies as a little. It is a different experience however. How these partners interact will look different. Some DDs have a preference for one or the other due to this.
As with any identifier people choose the same label for various reasons. Just as someone may identify as a Dom versus a Master – they have their reasons. Just ask!
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.