TBQH I hope someone like paddedlittleparadise, controllinginterest, dipsandlife, or omnomnomdomcaps comes along and captions this one.
>_>
Whenever I see any of them do a caption with a character named Kimmy I get pouty, ‘cuz I’m like: I bet her name isn’t even Kimmy! There’s a perfectly good Kimmy to caption right here!!!
But of course she was. Pouting, exactly like the bratty little girl Daddy knew her to be. And so, even as she opened her mouth, she knew – and knew that he knew – that what she was about to say was a complete lie.
“No-ooo…”
“Miss Kimberly Anne. I won’t ask you again. Are you pouting? And remember…” Daddy’s voice slid downward half an octave into the low rumble of authority that always sent delightedly fearful shivers racing up and down her spine. “Lying little baby girls get punished.”
No- but yes! Yes, please Daddy, punish me- But wait, no- Not today. Not on my birthday! And not when the guests are about to arrive! Maybe- maybe I’d better-
“Uh-huh,” she admitted finally, her cheeks burning beneath her prettily done-up curls. Her eyes stared fixedly at the wooden floor beneath her, and as it creaked under Daddy’s approaching steps, she her knees gave a silent wobble. “Maybe… maybe a little…”
“Oh?” Daddy’s voice was amused now, with only the tiniest edge of steely authority remaining. “Aww, but sweetie – there’s no need to pout and sulk! It’s your birthday, after all! Just look at all the pretty balloons over there! And you’re gonna have presents… and cake…”
Was it experience, or her own vivid imagination, that sent a rush of sordid visions spinning through her subby mind? Presents, Daddy called them – but she was seeing not the blu-rays and phone cases and new sweaters that an ordinary young woman her age might receive. The presents dancing across her vision now were… pastel onesies. Leather collars. Custom muzzles and leashes and paddles and rubbery paci-gags, all with her very own pet name prettily embroidered across them…
And as for cake? Well, she still remembered the one from two years ago. The one that Daddy and her big sister, as punishment after a particularly bratty morning, had gleefully force-fed her… bite after choking bite. The one loaded with laxatives. The one that had made her fantasy of diaper-dependency a reality for two whole days, until the chaos it had wreaked on her system slowly subsided, leaving the penitent young woman with little more than a two bulging trash bags of soiled diapers and a painful case of diaper rash…
Kimmy blinked back to reality now, and her bottom wriggled in silent, pathetic pleading as she gazed up into Daddy’s eyes. “Uh… huh…” she faltered, as her heart fluttered in mingled shame and shy arousal. God, how she secretly loved being here on her hands and knees before Daddy! And yet… he’d said she had to stay down here all day. Crawling. Like a baby – no, worse still. Like a dog. Like a pathetic, mindless little baby puppy, trotting around while the big people partied and laughed and chatted about her over her head.
“I don’-” she began softly, blushing at the sound of her own pathetic voice. “I don’ want them to see me like… like this…” “Like what?”, and now Daddy was growing stern once more. “Crawling like a good baby? With your pretty diaper bum out on display? Hmm… and maybe with your extra-big paci stuffed in your lying little mouth?”
Cheeks burning. Knees quivering. “Uh-huh…”
“Oh, but sweetie… That’s how you are now!” Daddy’s tone was matter-of-fact, and oh, so very condescending. “You’re our adorable little baby pet, remember? And what better day to celebrate what a silly, subby little baby you are than… well, your birthday?”
He chuckled. And as Kimmy glanced up once more, her eyes filling with all the mortified arousal of a masochistic sub before her dom, she felt a familiar feeling course through her. A feeling of love. And belonging. And of quiet gratitude for this person who made her feel truly special.
Every day – but yes, especially on her birthday.
Image Credit: Thanks to @bby-kimmy for allowing me to caption this lovely pic! Be sure to check her and her writing out; she’s a pretty cool person.
I'm a little freaked out that I'm going to do something wrong while playing. I don't like people I like or want to be friends with being mad at me.
But I also know that I take myself way too seriously. I also don't like being laughed at, made fun of, etc(thank you, middle school trauma). I don't like being seen naked, etc. I could go on.
Help? I know I'm kind of rambling...
Here's the thing. You're allowed to have boundaries, and no matter how "strange" or "specific" those boundaries and traumas are, I think you'll find that in this community especially, that people are pretty understanding. I have yet to meet an untraumatized Little. I'm sure they exist, I'm sure the well-adjusted Little with a happy childhood is out there... I just have never met one.
I know it's scary, but it's important to express yourself and your needs. If you've found someone to play with, you've already done 90% of the work. They want to play with you. Discuss your boundaries, I promise they'll have some too.
Is it a risk that you'll get your feelings hurt? Absolutely. Anything that requires vulnerability in communication carries risk, that's why it's vulnerability. You're trusting that when you communicate, the other person will listen with kindness, you're showing them a weak spot which your monkey-brain insists is antithetical to survival - that's the thing, when it all boils down to it, these very real, difficult anxieties are all your literal survival instinct being overzealous in its attempts to protect you.
You've got trauma. Your brain can't tell the difference between emotional pain and life-threatening pain. So facing that trauma again, in your biochemical, physiological processes, is the same thing as facing a bear ready to tear your face off. It's *that serious* to your body. And the only way through it... is through it. Slowly, gently, and with the understanding that literally everyone functions this way.
They're scared too.
Be open, be honest, and if people can't respect those boundaries, if you do get hurt... talk about it. It could be that the person didn't understand (feelings are hard!), it could be that you didn't even predict a particular trigger/behavior/pain.
Sorry this is more of a late Halloween related question. If you were a witch, would your Familiar be a squirrel. Is there a specific kind you think it would be? What would you get up to with your witchy powers?
lol I love this
I would *L O V E* to have a squirrel familiar. I see videos of people with squirrels as pets/friends and it just makes my heart so happy for them. The truth is, I'm scared of them! I love looking at squirrels, but I'm pretty afraid of being bitten - a hamster bite is painful enough!
...a familiar though? Being able to feel the squirrel's feelings? Gosh, what a lovely fantasy.
And it would probably be a regular ol' Eastern Grey Squirrel, the kind you see in damn near every neighborhood in America. When I think "squirrel", that's the one I think of... even though I am so enamored of so many different varieties. A Eurasian Red sitting on my shoulder would make me cry with joy... y'know, assuming I got over the fear.
As for powers... we both know I'd get up to mischief. Never anything malicious, but I can't really help being a brat. Zap! Sophie's diaper is thicker today. Zap! Chloe can't seem to get her paci out of her mouth.
I'm going on a lil vacay with a kinky friend I met at CAP last year. They're a switch but leaning d-type now, and I'm a sub.
We've been texting back and forth about the vacay and stuff with some conversations about limits and things sprinkled in.
I think we're planning on playing at some point, nothing super intense.
Any advice? I don't have any experience with any of this.
Hihi!
Congrats! I'm glad you're getting to have this experience. Please remember to stay safe and establish your safewords and such (I always always recommend the traffic light system), and if you're playing with rope (or zipties) that you keep your safety shears handy!
But what you're asking for is advice in how to start things. I've talked about "the curtain" before, and it's one tool for your toolbox. The most important thing, however, is to understand that you're *both* scared. This is a very vulnerable thing you're doing, and it's something the world has instilled a lot of fear for.
I recommend sitting down across a table from one another, facing each other, and both of you put your hands atop each others, palms up. This signals the monkey-brain that the other person is not a threat. Talk honestly about your feelings, share your fears and anxieties, and reassure the fears and anxieties of the other person.
When you're both feeling a little more comfortable, share some things that you're excited about and a couple of things you'd like to include in your play session. It's okay if it feels silly or weird - kink and sex are silly and weird. I laugh during sex frequently! Two people mashing their bodies together is funny, have a sense of humor about it. Roleplay and pretend are silly, but it's healing and sexy and wonderful.
Don't just focus on limits, but *do* communicate them. You don't have to have everything figured out before you play, that's what your safewords are for! Calling "yellow" doesn't end a scene, it pauses it so you can talk and adjust. Asking "green?" doesn't break anything, it's asking for reassurance that everything is okay. "Red" doesn't mean you've done a bad, it means something happened that needs to be addressed right away.
Be open, be honest, be caring.
Now, "the curtain": when you're ready to play, both of you go to spots where you can't see each other. Maybe one of you is in the bedroom and the other isn't. Maybe one person has walked into the bathroom temporarily. It doesn't matter, you just want a few seconds alone for your brain to adjust where you can't see each other. When the person who exited returns, the scene has begun. This allows you to have a clear starting point, and having that makes it feel a lot less "dumb", believe it or not.
Have fun, play safe, thanks for writing in! I hope it helped <3
Hello. It's been awhile since I have sent an ask. I've been feeling self conscious lately and I'm not sure why.
I'm a switch, and my girlfriend is a sub. Ive been her daddy for the entirety of our relationship. I've been dipping into my little space here and there. Mostly just wearing diapers and onesies. And while she has told me multiple times she's okay with it I can't help but feel like less of a daddy. I hope that makes sense. I don't know why I feel this way and I'd like your insight.
"How can she trust me to take care of her when I show weakness?"
I don't know precisely what your brain is telling you on this subject, but I've known enough men in my life to tell you that this is really damned common. Society has programmed you to believe that if you show any vulnerability, softness, or weakness, it diminishes your ability to be masculine.
"Daddy" is a protector role, a pillar of stability and safety, and it requires you to be strong. But remember - "Daddy" also requires you to be soft and gentle and caring! You're not a machine, you're a multifaceted human being with history and trauma and needs. Has she never comforted you when you were sad? Has she never cared for you when you were sick?
You've shown her vulnerability in the past, I'm sure. And she still loves her Daddy.
The core of this is: you're afraid. I would wager that "I feel like less of a Daddy" is hiding "I'm afraid she won't trust me to be her Daddy" underneath it. And that's a conversation to have. It sounds to me like she's being supportive and open, which is great. I'm very glad you have that. It sounds to me like you need to take a moment with yourself and ask what's hiding underneath that guilt of not being the "perfect daddy" because you want to be little for a bit.
Are you afraid of losing her?
Are you afraid of losing that part of yourself?
Are you afraid of her opinion of you changing?
Or are you afraid you won't receive the love and care you need in littlespace? Are you afraid of being a "burden"?
I can't answer those questions for you but I can tell you that the guilt you're feeling for allowing your little self to shine through is hiding something underneath it - some fear, some anxiety, some trauma, and/or some self-judgement.
Thank you for writing in and trusting me to offer some help, I hope you find this helpful and that it guides you toward self-care and trust.
Hi I'm such a fan. But I did want to ask... are you interested in maybe starting your own kink podcast?
Aw thanks! I’m barely on the show anymore so I have no idea if people are still fans lol.
So I *love* being on podcasts and I love talking to people. I love being out there and causing chaos and getting laughs.
I like answering questions and helping people. I tried to do a podcast with a friend once upon a time, but I know me - I don’t have the dedication to stick to something like that. The fact that the Usual Bet has been going for almost 6 years is a big testament to the force of will that Sophie has.
So the only way I’d be on a podcast regularly was if I was purely “the talent” and someone else was handling production, scheduling, recording, and editing... so you know, if I didn’t have to do any of the work, ha.
I’m not proud of it. Some days I hate myself for not being able to do things like I used to. I’ve been dating Joe for almost three years now and when we’re together... I have to take five medications every single morning. Two of which are just to keep my completely out-of-whack body chemistry from making me want to hurt myself. One is to keep my heart from exploding. Joe doesn’t take any pills. I don’t resent him for this, he doesn’t make me feel bad, but I notice it and I do wish that the things I went through didn’t leave me so fractured.
So, to answer your question succinctly: I would love to but I think it’s outside of my personal ability at my current point in my mental health journey.
Thank you for the positive energy and taking the time to write to me <3
In an absolutely normal mood to be denied, not just adulthood, but all adult pleasure in any kind of way.
Sure, chastity is a given, but how about parental controls on all of my devices, so I'm never allowed to watch or play anything that you think isn't "age appropriate"?
Yes, let me know that I'll never have sex again, but cover my ears any time our friends bring up topics I shouldn't be hearing, and make me turn my head away when one of your "special friends" undresses for you.
Of course, when and how I get any release will be decided by you, but remind me all the time that I need this. I'm simply too little to do any of these things without your permission and guidance!
No, I'm not allowed to use the wand. Getting to earn some time with my big bunny stuffie is plenty of stimulation for me. (but you'll still supervise me through the baby monitor, just to be safe.)
Obviously, I don't get to use the potty, but you love to make me blush every time you baby talk to me like a helpless toddler who undoubtedly needs her diapers. It's hard to argue when you're halfway through changing me ...
I want you to choose whatever parts of my adulthood you wanna take from me, but tell me it's just to keep your little babygirl happy and healthy 🫠💜
I was wondering what your opinion is on peanut butter?
lol did they talk about me and peanut butter on the show yesterday? I haven't listened to it.
My love of peanut butter is very simple: it's yummy. But I'm a brand loyalist, not because of anything about the company itself, but because I can literally taste the difference between the peanut butters.
Don't give me organic peanut butter. The oil is gross and the taste is terrible.
Don't give me crunchy peanut butter. The chunks of peanuts just makes it worse.
I like Jif because I can taste the difference in the roasting process and the amount of sugar they use. It's my favorite and it's been my favorite since I was a kid.
You know how some people are like that with coffee? They can take a sip and smell it and tell you what kinds of beans went into the blend? I could do a blind taste test on peanut butter and win every time.
You always give the best advice. I'm going to try and make this make sense because the back story matters but it's long and involved.
Long story short, I'm gonna be driving past where my ex-gf/mommy lives for work at the end of the month for work. On the way home I'm grabbing a hotel for the night nearby. I was thinking about inviting her to dinner or something. Worth my time, or no?
We still talk and are ki d if friends I guess.
Aw thank you.
This one is hard to give a complete answer to because as you said, the backstory matters. The relationship between any two people is so much more subtle and nuanced than can easily be explained in the lil’ Tumblr ask box.
So I’m going to try my best to give some general advice about interpersonal communication.
If you’ve been following me for a while, you know that part of my personal philosophy is that “There Is No Love Without Vulnerability”. The act of loving someone is the act of lowering your guard to them, especially close romantic love. To love someone is to hold your heart in your hands and show it to them, knowing full well that they could crush it and hoping desperately that they don’t.
We’re social creatures. We need love.
Now here’s a part I never really talked about before. I left my ex seven years ago now, after over a decade of marriage. This was a person who knew everything about me, every fear, anxiety, and sensitive spot. This is the person I traveled with, saw beautiful sights, shared tender moments, and pledged that I would love forever. This person was my best friend, my confidant, and half of my soul. This was also the person who derided my laugh, mocked my voice, and shattered my self-confidence.
When I left - and I’m not proud of the way I left, it will always, always cause me pain - I did so suddenly. One hour I was there, impossibly co-dependent and in pain... the next I was hundreds of miles away, laying on the floor of a van and sobbing my heart out because I had just torn my soul in two.
The divorce took two years. And I, who has worked so hard to learn how to open my heart, speak my emotions, and live in a way that was kind to myself and everyone around me, had to speak with my ex regularly. And like a fucking idiot, I tried to be friends. I tried so hard to connect, which requires vulnerability, and reach the person who had been my best friend for years and reach past the person who hurt me so badly. I tried to focus on how our separation was better for the both of us - remember that there are three sides to every story and you have heard my side more than any, but I was not an easy person to live with. I’m bratty, I’m pedantic, and my sense of humor sometimes lands as “mean” when I intended it to be “clever”. I have a compulsion to correct inaccuracies, I have a horrible habit of interrupting people when they speak, and I have a way of presenting my thoughts as Absolutes, which makes it hard for people to connect with me.
And so I apologized for all of the pain I caused, and I tried to share how things were getting better for me, and how we could grow and maybe even remain friends.
It blew up in my fucking face. Everything I said got used against me. Every bit of vulnerability I showed was turned around and wielded as a weapon to hurt me. The divorce was nasty and my sexuality was used against me as ammunition. It’s so, so, so hard to hold a boundary against someone you love, especially if you’re predisposed to codependence the way I am.
All of this is to say: be careful.
Whether or not you can move forward together depends on mutual respect and kindness. Whether you can continue to be friends depends on what feelings and resentments you still hold for one another. It is distinctly possible that you can invite them to dinner and have a wonderful time and share the good times and build new memories.
It’s also possible that they’ll use your vulnerability against you. Again, it depends on how you parted, how you handled the breakup, and what emotions are between you - both shared and hidden.
I hurt T very badly when I broke up with her. She was my first long-term romantic relationship after my divorce, and I fell into my old codependent habits. Even though I hold no ill will or hurt feelings toward her at all, I broke up with her suddenly and abruptly in a way that was traumatic for her. I’m not proud of it, I wish I’d done it differently, and these codependent behaviors are rooted in self-loathing and trauma.
I could very, very easily be friends with T still. I love her, I always will, but our romantic relationship had become bad for me and I did not express myself well because of aforementioned issues with codependency.
OKAY
So. I say this to you: you have to evaluate how you feel, you have to look at how they present their feelings and how they’ve been vulnerable (or not) with you after your breakup.
You ABSOLUTELY can be friends with someone you were in a deep, committed relationship with... if you’re both honest about your thoughts and feelings.
It’s hard and there is no easy answer. I do hope this helps, and thank you for writing in and trusting me with your feelings.
Im having issues with being little i wanna slip into little space but can seem to ive tried hypnosis or just doing little things but cant seem to it feel like an act i know im a switch but its like my brain wont shut off my girlfreind does her best to help and shes really supportive but still i feel like im letting her down or lieing when i act small i wanna be in little space but just cant
Let's talk about relaxation.
Have you ever tried to FORCE yourself to relax? It doesn't work. Being little is like relaxing, it's a state I can only achieve when I feel safe and comfortable and it's very easy for that to get shaken or damaged. I can't force it.
It sounds like you're experiencing the same thing.
Ironically, the path forward is to stop trying to be little. If you're not enjoying the activities you usually would while being little, take a break from it. Try a new activity (I really do suggest language play, it's been wonderful for me - watch a familiar show in an unfamiliar language and just vibe), or take a break from pursuing that state of littleness altogether for a while.
This is NOT the same as throwing away all of your little stuff or rejecting your littleness. This is just taking a step back and breathing.
You can't force yourself to relax, you have to put yourself in a peaceful environment and allow your body to calm down.
You can't force yourself to feel little, you have to put yourself in a safe place and allow your body and mind to calm down, and allow your heart to be open to simple joys.
And if you just can't for a while, that's okay. It will come back. It's part of you.
I've been having trouble with the bathroom for the past few years, I went to the doctor about it and they gave me these pills that are suppose to take about a month to be able to actually work, (it's to fix my bladder so I don't have to go to the bathroom as much) I am a Little, do you know if it's safe to be padded with all this happening or do you think I should wait a while for this to settle before? I'm getting a bit worried that I'm actually becoming incontinent and don't want to risk being padded in case it gets worse
I do like helping people and I do like giving advice, but I am not qualified to give medical advice and you should be very wary of any medical advice given to you by some random bimbo who posts smutty pictures on tumblr.
This is a question for your doctor. You're actively taking medication to correct a problem. You can tell them that at the height of your problem, you resorted to wearing diapers at times and you're worried that might have impacts on the treatment.
Be honest with your therapist, be honest with your medical professionals. If you withhold information from them, they can't help you.
And don't take medical advice from slutty diaper girls on the internet.
I'm in a stage of life where I'm thinking a lot about the future I want. I'm an engineering student- in a few years I'll be applying to jobs all over the country. I've been thinking about goals. If I could go anywhere- do anything (within reason)- where would I go and what would I do?
Even when I really stretch the boundaries of reason a lot of jobs don't really have that *thing* about them. I could be the chief engineer of a NASA program? My (very red) state's first trans congressperson? Successful entrepreneur? So long as I'm not worried about where the bill money is coming from, I'm not particularly attracted to anything. Sure, I'd like to be challenged. But most of what I want to see in my future is not in "*The Workplace*".
I want to live somewhere where I can be surrounded by people who embrace who I am without having to hide anything. You and your comrades seem to have found that. I've been hiding parts of myself for 21 years- give or take. I want people who care about me and a space to be myself- unmasked. It would honestly probably sound pretty pathetic if I said what kind of work I'd be willing to put in to make this happen for myself.
Anyway, my question is- how did you do it? How did your comrades do it? The answer I'm dreading is "blind luck," or "right place, right time." Is this something I can put into a 5-year plan?
Thanks so much for reading this, your bold trueness to yourself inspires me.
The tale of the House Starling is one that stretches over fifteen years. It didn't happen overnight, and it didn't happen by accident.
Sophie Starling has one of the biggest hearts of anyone I've ever known. She's been involved in the ABDL community as a writer for ages, and she made a conscious decision to flout the rules and norms of our society by caring.
This house, this family, would not exist without her and I mean that very literally and with equal sincerity.
Sophie opened her home to relative strangers, a thing that can go very, very badly (and has for some people in our social circles). She knew Pudding for years, online, before they moved in together. Pudding's story isn't mine to tell so I shan't, but know that she was leaving a situation that was toxic and not good for her, and Sophie gave her a place to go.
It was the two of them for years. Then one day, Chloe needed to escape an abusive relationship. Sophie gave her a couch to crash on and a few days to get her head together... and Chloe stayed. Thus the Starlings went from two to three.
I was married for twelve years to the same person, who after twelve years was no longer the person I married. My clothing choices were being policed, I was being routinely humiliated in front of my friends, I was told frequently how my voice and laugh were unpleasant, and I was very, very near the end of everything when my friend Sophie messaged me and said she was so worried about me that she couldn't sleep. That I needed to get out of my abusive situation, and I defended my partner against her like most abuse victims, but she convinced me to get away for a weekend. She gave me a guest room to crash in.
That was six years ago.
The Starling family is a family because of Sophie, because she reached out and brought people to her, brought them in and showed them love at her own risk.
The American Dream as it was thirty, forty, fifty years ago is no longer attainable. Housing costs are insane, education costs are insane, groceries, utilities, it's all gone off the rails. Many young people are unable to leave their parents as a result, but that's often not an option for queer people.
The thing is - the idea of a child striking out on their own and building their own family at eighteen is a relatively recent concept, as is the so-called nuclear family. Generational homes were the norm, three or more generations of a family living together in one home.
Our commune is the queer evolution of that same concept. We, the Starlings, are relatively comfortable in an uncomfortable world because we made our own family. We don't have any codified rules, we don't have bylaws or anything like that, we have love. Sophie saved Pudding's life. She saved Chloe's life. She saved my life. Lyra's life was similarly floundering when she moved in. Liv and Chloe need and love each other. There are seven of us now (Mark's story is very different and wild, but it's not my story to tell).
As a trans person, as a queer person, you might not be able to rely on your blood family. But you can rely on yourself to make one. It won't be easy, it won't be without its own challenges. It takes an extraordinary person to do what Sophie did, but we're bound by a deep and intense love and mutual admiration as a result.
Normalize affection, normalize caring and love, and be the change you want to see in the world. It's not easy, but you can do it. Family isn't necessarily blood, family can be what you make it.
I love my family.
P.S.: Also we've all done a lot of therapy and are very emotionally open and honest with each other!
