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[sirsgoodlittleslut]

Sub drop

Recently, I experienced sub drop for the first time. For those who aren’t sure what that is (I didn’t before reading about it on tumblr), sub drop is something that can happen after intense play. Here’s a quick definition taken from a great post by submissivefeminist (link to the post at the bottom):

Sub-drop is categorized by a feeling of depression or guilt after engaging in a consensual BDSM scene. It comes in many forms, from a silent and distant moodiness to a full-fledged panic attack. 

Because of how much I appreciated learning about this from tumblr, I thought I would share my experience.

Sir and I had just had a great, very intense sex. He used my body hard past the point of it being sore, and I loved it. I was in basically in a frenzy by the time he came and then rubbed my clit. I wanted to cum, and I was deep in subspace. My whole body tingled from all the places that were extra sensitive from horniness and desperation and from growing bruises and stinging red marks. Sir had me lie down between his legs and he stroked my hair. It was taking me a while to come out of subspace, but I was comfortable and maybe just a bit sleepy. After a little while though, I started to feel weird. I felt removed and alone, separate from Sir instead of closer to him like I usually do after we have great sex. I was sad and empty feeling, and I was having trouble processing exactly what these feelings were. I was quiet, and I wasn’t sure what I needed or how to ask for it. So I just got out of bed and went into the other room to watch TV while Sir stayed in bed. 

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[naramdil]

you have this idea in your head that the only time you’re worthy of being loved is when you’re at your best. you’re still worthy of being loved when you’re at your lowest. you’re still worthy of being loved when you don’t want to go on anymore. you are still worthy of being loved even when you don’t love yourself. you are a human and therefore always worthy of being loved and don’t you fool yourself into thinking otherwise. 

[cutiepiesub]

Not to be soft but doms who kiss their sub all over telling them how beautiful their body is because they’re not confident with the way they look “my beautiful baby, every inch of you so perfect” and subs who do the same for their dom “mommy/daddy you’re so perfect”

[a-bridge-to-my-soul]

[exoticeva]

He’d been working all day and I knew I should leave him to finish. The project was stressing him out. But…I was also so good at helping to relieve his tension, and a good submissive helps her Sir, right? Plus I hadn’t been given an explicit instruction to leave him alone.

Decision made I went to our room and changed quickly…

Walking back to his study I thought about how to please him. Dropping to my knees in the doorway I crawled across the floor, my movements sinuous and flowing, just like he had trained me. He didn’t look up, still staring intently at his laptop, but that was ok. This was also about putting myself in the right headspace.

I stopped just under the desk and rested my cheek on his knee. The click clack of typing stopped and I smiled to myself as I heard his sharp inhale.

“Hello pet, what are you doing down there.” His voice slid along my skin, turning me on the way it always had since the first time we had spoken.

“Ohhhh, I just thought you looked lonely Sir.”

“You did hmmm? And you decided to keep me company?”

“Yes Sir, you’ve been cooped up in here all day. I wondered if maybe you needed to take a break.”

“Huh. I suppose I have been,” his hand dropped to my head, stroking my hair in a way that soothed and made me want to arch my back and purr like a cat, “what did you have in mind for this break?”

I slide my hand between his legs. He’s hard already, sucking in a breath when I press my palm down.

“This can’t be comfortable Sir,” I say, placing my other hand on his belt buckle. I look up at him, biting my lip, my request easy to read on my face. He smiles slightly and nods, “go ahead sweetheart.”

I work his hard, smooth cock out of his pants and boxers - thick, ridged with veins, the tight skin like velvet around an iron core. He moans and shifts in his seat as I run my finger in the precum that has started to pool at his tip. I put my tongue against it and lap delicately. Sir gathers my hair in his hands, holding it away from my face as I work my way down him, opening my throat on the way in, sliding my tongue around him on the way out. His moan is louder this time and his obvious pleasure inspires to me open wider, work him harder, pick up my pace. I slide up until my lips are resting on the tip, running my tongue into the slit, then in a sudden move I take him as deep as I can, reveling in the guttural noise he makes, the way his fists clench in my hair and his hips buck up, pushing his cock deeper into my throat.

“Ohhhh…” he’s panting now. His hands have stilled, just pressing down on my head, “Fuck don’t stop…I’m going to cum.”

I slide my mouth up and then back down, humming. I’m going to suck down everything he has to give me, like the good little slut that I am. I start to massage his balls with one hand and I feel the base of his cock pulse as he growls his release - beautiful filthy words of praise and ownership. I did that. I made this gorgeous man tilt his head back and lose his breath, lose his control.

It’s a beautiful thing to witness, to be the instigator of, and I taste him greedily. Salty and sharp and male, coating my throat, sticky at the back of my tongue. I swallow and swallow, all of his pleasure, until he stills. When he starts to soften in my mouth I release him and lay my head on his knee, content to stay there at his feet as he runs his fingers through my hair.

[brokenkittensblog]

"i did that"...

[brokenkittensblog]

really craving that deep connection between a daddy dom and their little right now. theres just something about it that feels so much more intimate than a regular vanilla relationship. something so much more passionate and affectionate that I need... I miss him.

[verse50]

Him

I could feel his eyes following me as I bustled around the room, getting ready for bed. We had played earlier that day- harsher than usual, different things- and spent the afternoon puttering around and talking. Being together. But there was an extra pull somehow and it brought me to him immediately.

“How are you, my darling?” I whispered, resting my forehead against his. He closed his eyes and sighed as I touched the side of his face.

“I feel good, sweetheart. But…raw maybe? I dunno.” We kissed gently and I stayed there, breathing with him.

“Like we need to be tender and careful with each other?” He nodded and sighed again. “Exactly, baby. Especially after today. We did so much.”

“But you made me feel amazing. You gave me everything I needed,” I reassured him.

“I bound these hands,” he said, turning his face into my palm. “I whipped you with my belt. I left marks on you that will last for days.” He looked at me now, intently. Searching.

“And I love those marks. They mean I’m yours. I’ll look at them and remember everything we did. How I want more.” He nodded and grabbed me to him, held my face.

“You’re mine. Everything we do is about that. No one else has you, has what we have.” I nodded. “It scares me sometimes, how much I enjoy owning you.” I nodded again and held him to my chest, arms wrapped tight around his head. He groaned and held onto my waist. We stayed like that, silent for a moment. 

“Only you own me, Sir.” At the sound of that he relaxed even more and gave an approving sound. “You own my body and my spirit. You deserve it because you take care of it. You give me what I need.” I slid down to his feet and looked at him while his hands rested gently on my neck.

“You’re such a good girl,” he whispered. “I could ask nothing more of you.”

“Then let me look after you. Let me rub these hands that work so hard. Let me rub your back and your neck.” I took his hand in mine and began massaging his palm. “Let me serve you, Sir,” I whispered.

“I should be taking care of you…” he began. 

“You have, all day,” I insisted. “Now it’s your turn. Just relax and let me serve you. Make you feel good.” Slowly he leaned back on the bed and I sat next to him, one of his hands in my lap. I rubbed his thumb at the base near his palm and he groaned. I smiled.

“Keep talking to me, pet. Tell me again how much you loved it.”

“Tell you about your belt? Or your cock?” I grinned cheekily.

He gazed at me now with eyes clear and untroubled.

“Everything, darling. Start with the kisses…”

Doms need aftercare, too. Don’t forget your Dom needs reassurance, communication, tenderness and physical contact. A good Dom wants to know that he has taken care of his sub, that he has honored her submission. Touch him, serve him, let him know how he makes you feel.

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[verse50]

Bath

We came down slowly together afterwards. Wrapped in the big comforter, sipping water, my head on his chest. It took awhile for the fuzziness to go and I even napped for a few minutes. He stayed with me until I woke, then went to run a bath. When he came back I was all smiles.

“Feeling good, baby?” he asked.

“Yeah, tired but happy.” He turned me over and inspected my bottom. It was red from spanks and a little sore from being fucked. “Please be gentle, Sir,” I asked without thinking.

“Of course, baby. I’m not going to use this ass all day and not be nice to it. I want to get back in there soon.” The water shushed in the bathroom as he carefully massaged lotion into each cheek, then used a special lube to rub my little hole. Very gently. “Breathe, sweetheart,” he whispered. I did so and closed my eyes. So tender. So relaxing.

“Does that feel better?” I cooed and wiggled my butt. “It does, Sir, so much. Thank you.” He helped me up and I tottered a little into the bathroom. My legs had been tied up for awhile.

“Careful getting into the tub now.” He got in first and held out his hand, then I sank down in front of him. “Just close your eyes,” he ordered and I did so, letting my legs float out in front of me. He began squeezing water from a sponge over my neck and breasts. “Give me some deep breaths.” I did that, too, and began to melt.

We stayed like that for awhile until gradually I felt more awake, more energized. I could talk now and everything poured out. He listened carefully until I got to the part where he fell off the bed.

“Hey, hey, those sheets are slippery. Like ice skating,” he joked. I began to giggle.

“Well your dismount was a 3 but your recovery was a 10. No, make that a 10.5.”

“I’m sure the Russian judge gave me 4 at the most,” he muttered, tweaking a nipple. I shrieked and rolled back against his neck.

“Just for that, I’m going to kick your ass in Scrabble later,” he reassured me. I giggled more.

“O, is that so? Well as long you don’t put your foot in there, I’ve had enough ass stretching for one day.”

He laughed and kissed my ear. “Ok, just a gentle tap then. And maybe my big toe- if you get a triple word with the Q.”

“Stay away from me, Q!” I called out, dissolving into uncontrollable laughter.

“I get the Z then!” He shouted louder in the direction of the bathroom door. The water sloshed out of the tub as we rolled around together, his legs wrapping around mine and arms crossing over my breasts. We kissed, laughing, as he held me.

“Mmmmmm, this is so good, baby. I’m so happy,” I purred, eyes closed, reveling in his body behind me.

“I’m happy too, darling. You’re such a good girl for me. So sexy and obedient.” His voice grew a little more serious, a little more tender, and I thrilled to it. “I want you to drink plenty of water tonight. And before bed I want you to journal about everything we did today. That’s important.”

“Yes, Sir,” I replied dutifully. The water was warm around us. I could smell dinner in the crockpot. It was almost ready. And the night stretched before us, full of more laughter and snuggles. Even now, he was rubbing shampoo into my scalp and my neck relaxed into his hold.

“That feels soooo good, Sir,” I sighed. “No one has ever taken care of me like you do.”

“You deserve all of my care, little one,” he said, with another gentle kiss on my neck. “You’re my property. Nothing is more precious than you.”

Aftercare should address the health of the body, mind and emotions. Decompress by talking and laughing together. Soothe the body with warmth and comfort. Take care of any injuries. Have food and water ready. Respect her emotions with a pathway that’s meaningful to her, which here is journaling. Always have current and future wellbeing in mind.

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[brokenkittensblog]

i need this so much.

[darling-with-no-problems]

[thecutestlittlebunbunfairy]

DD/lg for Beginners

10 Things About Littles

25 Things Daddies Should do for their little girls

40 Very Important DD/lg Facts

45 THINGS A GIRL WANTS, BUT WON’T ASK FOR:

50 Rules for Daddies

100 Sweet Things You Can Do For Your Princess

BDSM Links/Resources

Defining a Daddy Dom

Having to Say “No” to a Little One & Temper Tantrums

How Do I Get Started In BDSM?

How to be a good Dominant.

So you want to be a Dom?

What Is A Daddy Dom?

What is a Little?

Tips for Taking Care of a Little When They Are Sick

Different Kinds of Aftercare

Phrases Little Girls Love to Hear

Punishment Management

What to Do When Your Little Has the Grumps

[smol-baby-doll]

Finally found this again, on a really adorable blog. This should help a lot of you guys and answer some questions you may have. 💕

[homofied]

*eats your ass because I’m proud of you*

[subbydarlingmanx]

This is literally my Sir exactly. They want to eat me out so badly it’s super hot :3

[brokenkittensblog]

yes please!

[neoleletto-deactivated20200512]

[art-of-domination-deactivated20]

Rule 11 - Be there for her.  Every day.  Good days.  Bad days.  Days.  

[exoticeva]

“Give me a few days of peace in your arms—I need it terribly. I’m ragged, worn, exhausted. After that I can face the world.”

— Henry Miller from a letter to Anaïs Nin, featured in A Literate Passion: Letters of Anaïs Nin & Henry Miller, 1932-1953

[misscheeky]

I love the thought of being taught.

Show me how you like to be kissed, touched, teased, and played with. Make me do it over and over again until I get it right.

Trust me I will be soo eager to get a good grade. 🤤

[theorphansub]

Eager AF #IJS #Daddy #DaddySir #Daddysgirl

[curlyxangel]

I think it‘s really sad when you‘re planning all these things to do with someone and you never get around to doing them because it didn’t last as long as you thought it would.

[brokenkittensblog]

reblogging again..

[verse50]

Presence

We had all these plans and I was excited. Even got a new paddle to try out. He warmed me up slowly with hand spanks first. I started to cry but that was normal- at least I thought. Somehow they must have sounded different to him.

“Are you ok, baby?” he asked, rubbing my warm bottom with his big hand.

“O, O yes- um-sure. I love it all,” I gulped, and slithered to my knees so he could tie my hands behind me. 

“Alright, here comes the rope,” he said. I could feel it go around my wrists. Gentle but confining. At the first tug I burst into louder tears. Deep, racking sobs. Immediately he tossed the rope aside and pulled me into his arms.

“Baby, what’s wrong? Did I hurt you?” He held me to his chest as I sobbed and sobbed.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know why this is happening. I really wanted to do all this and we waited and I love your spanks and I’m sorry and it’s allsobadandIcan’thelpit…” My words were muffled against his chest as he rocked me to and fro, stroking my hair. “It’s ok, baby,” he kept saying, soothingly, and gradually I calmed down.

We sat there for a few minutes while he talked with me.

“Can we start again, please?” I asked. He shook his head.

“No, baby, spanks is not what you need tonight. No fucking either. You need something else.” With that he led me to the bathroom and began running a shower. I was a little frantic. 

“But…you waited almost a week and I don’t want to disappoint you? I’m so sorry.” He took my face in his hands and kissed me.

“It’s not about that, baby. It’s about taking care of you. Now, get in the shower with me.” In there he took his time. Washing my hair, holding me, asking questions about work and school. After a bit it came spilling out- the overtime, my Dad was sick, I was worried about the midterm, couldn’t afford to go to my cousin’s wedding- small things that just built up over time. He listened and nodded through it all, even to drying my hair and putting jammies on me.

“You’ve just been dealing with too much, sweetie,” he said as we curled up under the sheets. “And it came barreling out all at once.”

“But usually spanks help that.” I was very confused.

“You’re right, they do. But not tonight. It’s ok. That’s my job to know that, to help you,” I looked at him with big eyes. “Now, I want you to roll over and just relax, feel me pet you.” Reluctantly I rolled to my side, still feeling guilty that we hadn’t played.

“I’m so sorry, Daddy,” I whispered into the air.

“There’s no sorry, baby girl. Just focus on my hand. Feel me touch you. Breathe.” I closed my eyes and tried to do as he said.

He stroked my hair away from my forehead so slowly, the best feeling. Then down to my neck and back up, again and again. Gently, tenderly. I could feel the stress melt away, the inner tears dissolve. His hands were light and warm, molding to my head, hovering over my ears. I could feel his solid chest behind me.

“Now say after me, very softly. Daddy loves me.”

Eyes still closed, I repeated in a whisper. “Daddy loves me.”

“Daddy will take care of me.”

“Daddy will take care of me.”

“That’s it, darling. Now just go to sleep. I have you.”

There’s a misnomer that aftercare is a “reward” for the sub after she has performed correctly, doing x y z in a scene. Although aftercare is definitely rewarding, it is not a carrot/stick type of situation. Life happens. People have feelings and emotions. Even if your sub isn’t in the mental space to do what you had originally planned, that is no reason to separate from her. In fact, that is more of a reason to be present and take care of her. Be a human being first, a Dom second.

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[subbydarlingmanx]

I love you so much, my Sir

[brokenkittensblog]

this is sooooo needed.

[subbydarlingmanx]

It’s hard being a masochist who’s also sensitive.

Like, I want to be held and lived and cherished and treasured.

But I also really really have a desire to be held down and violently abused by someone stronger than me. To feel their nails dig into my skin, their teeth bite so hard it can draw blood, their strapon or cock pounding inside of me so hard and fast that I cant even scream it’s so intense. Slap me repeatedly and verbally abuse the hell out of me until it all becomes too much and I start to cry. And then the person makes fun of me for crying and then shoves a dildo down my throat so I cant breath while they finish inside me…

But I also know that I would be really, actually broken from this so I need someone who would actually want to stay and make sure I know I did a good job and that I’m not actually worthless after all.

[bled]

[daddykinksissues]

[brokenkittensblog]

legit me