Evie's Little Space

23yo | She/It/Bun | itsy bitsy baby

[asexual-domme]

Things to Say to Someone in Top Drop/Dom Drop

I’m okay

I love you

Thank you

It’s alright

I’m not hurt

I’m not hurt too badly

You’re lovely/wonderful/kind

I enjoyed it

It was worth it

Take your time

Do you need anything?

Do you want a cuddle?

Do you want me to get dressed/take the collar off/put the crop away?

Do you want to talk about it?

I’m here

You’re not a bad person

Top drop/dom drop usually comes from shock, guilt or insecurity about the way you have just treated someone whose well-being you care about very much. Like sub drop, it is usually accompanied by a fall in endorphins and general energy levels. Especially for aces (who I find have a greater need to be in the right mindset/’zone’ for play and intimacy), a ‘snap’ moment where you break out of play mode can throw you emotionally, and the end of play causes a similar reassessment or double-take at what happened during the scene.

Dominants in drop require the same kind of care as subs, but a different kind of reassurance.

[one-1-fucker-deactivated2021052]

I don’t know if I’ve reblogged this before, but here it is again

[gfdnow]

As someone who has experienced Dom drop before I cannot stress this enough. Not ever.

Doms do and say a lot of shit sometimes, most of the time it is not an accurate reflection of who we are or at least it is not ALL we are.

I need to know you are ok but I also need to feel like a person after everything is over, so let me hug you and kiss you and give you head pats to show you I care, that I love you.

That I am human.

And you care about me too.

I remember someone in here saying something along the lines of “ I’m not a kink dispensary” and I didn’t completely understand back then, but now I sadly do.

Please just give a fuck about people.

[superior-mother]

I don't think it'll ever really sink in just how many genuinely really cool/sexy/interesting people I'm mutuals with because they like my posts and presence. I to this day struggle with responding to some of these people's posts. And God forbid I reach out to them... Anyways just saying that if you're mutuals with me feel free to message me. I'd like to try and get over this nervousness... This goes double so for any mutuals I've fallen out of contact with.

[prettyandpadded]

Are you okay with girls who wet themselves?

[inthejunipergrove]

"God puppy, I just tease you for a little bit and you're already grinding against my leg like an animal in heat? You're so fucking pathetic it's almost cute."

"Did you really just start grinding faster? Are you getting off to being called pathetic? Oh my god you are... such a sweet and pathetic mutt getting off to --"

"Did you really just cum? From that? You fucking came from me calling you pathetic didn't you? God puppy you're lucky you're so cute. Why did you stop? I never said you could stop grinding against me. I need to get off and I want a show from a pathetic puppy like you."

[mads-the-dog]

A sharp tug.

Knuckles brush against my lower back.

Pain, dragging me up and into my tip toes.

"And what do we have here?"

Your cool, sharp tone sends shivers down my spine.

"Who told you that you were allowed to wear big kid undies?"

I whimper, a deep blush blossoming on my face as you tug harder on the waistband of my cotton undies.

"I... uh... I..."

I stutter out, grasping for an answer that's not there.

I jump, as much as I can already standing on my tiptoes, when I feel a hard swat fall on my backside.

I immediately regret the action, my movement only serving to wedge my underwear deeper between my cheeks.

"That wasn't an answer," you bark, punctuating your smack, "I asked you: Who said you were allowed to wear big kid undies today?"

You tug up hard on the waistband of my undies, torturing me further for my failure to comply with your demands promptly.

"I... I did," I manage to sputter out between groans and whimpers.

Heat grows in my lower abdomen as I can feel disapproval radiating off of you behind me.

My blush deepens.

Why does your manhandling and bullying turn me on so much?

"Oh?" You growl, weakening your grip on my undergarments and allowing me to gather myself for a moment, "You decided, did you? I didn't think that was a choice you were allowed to make."

You release me completely, allowing me to reach for my backside to pick my cotton undies out of my cheeks as I spin to face you.

I immediately regret turning when you place your hands on my chest, shoving me to the ground before I know what's going on.

Once I'm on the floor, spread-legged, you press a foot to my crotch, pinning me in place.

The physical contact causes a wave of pleasure to radiate through me. I let out a small, pathetic moan, revealing my aroused state and causing a smirk to blossom on your face.

"You know?" You purr, putting more pressure between my legs, "Now that I think about it, you definitely are not allowed to choose what sort of undies you wear."

I whimper again as you increase the pressure on my groin further, turning the sensation from pleasure to pain.

"I'm going to have to punish you for that," you chirp merrily as I squirm under your weight, "Now, show me what a good little baby you are and wet yourself for me, or your punishment is going to be worse."

A low, guttural whine escapes my throat as I feel my blush spread to my whole body.

I'm completely under your control, and we both know it.

It only takes a moment until warm, hot piss fills and overflows the seemingly mature underwear I put on this morning.

Your laugh is confident, powerful, and demeaning.

"Such a pathetic little thing, aren't you?" You say through guffaws, "And you thought you could decide if you wore underwear or not?"

I whimper as a puddle begins to form under my ass.

"Good thing I packed your diaper bag today, isn't it?" You ask rhetorically, removing your foot from my nethers and fully exposing my shame.

"Now, you stay right there, while I go get you a big, thick diaper, so that adorable little tush can get back exactly to where it belongs."

[lesbiangiratina]

I may not be tha sharpest tool in the shed but im the most fuckable plushie in the pile

[simplyjustfucked]

[counterpick-me-irl]

SEIS fag sex? En esta economia?

[footlongdingledong]

rarely do i repost things and especially from shittr but this video is shutting down core partsof my mental processing i think

[discordiaazaezal]

it needs to lock a girl into diapers and then feed her a bottle that she doesn't know is full of laxatives. She'd look so fucking cute squirming on its lap as she finally starts to realize that her body is going to do this with or without her input. Begging to be allowed to go deal with it properly but it would simply never let go. Squirm for it, little one. Squirm for Mommy. 😵‍💫

[prettyunderground]

forced tattoos and piercings as forms of branding…

[imoanurparentsnames]

may your weird niche fetish have seven billion new content that appeals to you

[superior-mother]

Knowing my childhood home got turned into a cabin that's fully isolated and in the middle of nowhere... the temptation to rent it alongside a bunch of kinky friends and have the wildest time playing out all the roles of a nuclear family but kinky as fuck... all the while it's happening in the very places I learned what family was... I feel like Freud would disintegrate if he met me...

[filly-that-belongs-to-mama]

the beauty of the nuclear family preserved in a static snow globe in the middle of the woods. Just barely twisted to.help preserve the longevity of the scene. The kids can't get a new dog! That would violate the permeance created. So their delightful family pet will always be bare, constantly feeling the sting of humiliation walking on four legs instead of two provides. The baby wouldn't be much of a baby if it grew up! So they stay the same size, never learning, never "aging" drooling on exposed breasts in sagging diapers as they excitedly coo to their big sibling or parents. Never even dreaming of advancing past the developmental stages of a toddler, humiliating brainless, infantile, always enforced by the firm loving hands of their caregivers. The big sister, with all the latitude and responsibilities of age, except one. Mother dearest adores how intimate and humbling relying on pull ups is. So even at the "age" of 8 this grown woman is forced to struggle with her training as she helps with all the household responsibilities. Mending dresses, walking the dog, helping watch the baby. Simple chores meant to reinforce her inability to truly care for herself. But granted the ability to walk, talk and play. Separating her from those below and above. Supported, given structure. Mom taking on the role of consummate housewife, building a home to the precise needs of her family. Toiling with a smile over countless meals and schedules as the house grows to be a home. Spotless due to her and her eldest efforts. Not even a speck of dust on the family photos. Showing their first arrival and eventual embodiment of their roles. Five heads evenly positioned, before their reordered smiles grew more genuine by the year. Then there's Mother, the head of the house. Sovereign in her domain. Strong guiding force, the will all others in the house are subsumed by. Keeping the family safe, free from the distractions of the world beyond. Watching out to make sure any of her family "lost" in the woods is embraced, vigorously, and brought home, leaking and exhausted from the chase. Any desires for pleasure met by the family, even the baby knowing how to use that mouth, so used to suckling, for the good of the family. All working together to love and support one another. The perfect family forever unchanging forever together.

[superior-mother]

This is exactly the dream. This is the entire point of the cult. To get to this point with so many girls. Maybe a few different exceptional cases but truly this is the goal. What an utter delight of a read darling. A gold star earned if you ask me ⭐️

[superior-mother]

Thinking of putting a girl in a box on display. Diapered so there's no mess... up until a certain point anyways... having her trapped, being fed from a simple tube I place in her box. Helpless and trapped and oh so pretty for my enjoyment. A proper doll in her box.

[superior-mother]

Knowing my childhood home got turned into a cabin that's fully isolated and in the middle of nowhere... the temptation to rent it alongside a bunch of kinky friends and have the wildest time playing out all the roles of a nuclear family but kinky as fuck... all the while it's happening in the very places I learned what family was... I feel like Freud would disintegrate if he met me...

[superior-mother]

Blindfolding a girl and taking her up into the mountain woods... only to proceed to strip her, take off the blindfold, and whisper "Run or get raped..." in her ear.

[superior-mother]

I would like to know if cum dump is a name you use regularly? I was just thinking that dumpling would be cuter and could be used in public and no one knows! If you called me dumpling I think I'd combust

Goodness the thought of calling a girl cum dump/cum dumpling so often she responds to that more than her own name. Calling her in public by her name and having little to no response until I say "Come dumpling, come here please." and suddenly her head swivels at the mention of her actual name. I wonder if any other little innocent nicknames like that can be corrupted for similar effect... Regardless thank you very much for giving me such a lovely line of thought dumpling. I think it's only fair you get the title.

[roughribo]

Kink is a wonderful magical force in the universe because you can call someone "the prettiest piece of furniture I own" unironically and they'll blush and smile and hearts will appear above their head.