[formerbambi]

Hi, I’m back (5 years later, haha). People on here used to call me Bambi.

I’m 28, mostly into girls and from Europe. This (side)blog is my secret diary/wish list. (18+)

Please don’t send me nudes. Thanks 💕

[formerbambi]

gaslighting where you edge me but pretend that you want me to orgasm:

come on, baby, don’t make me beg, as you pull away just before i can reach my climax. well, work for it, if you want it, as you hold my hips down so i can’t move. honey, i really want to fuck you, i do, but how can i be sure that you want me to when you don’t tell me? :( while your hand on my mouth is muffling my begs to please please slide it in

[formerbambi]

the concept of someone who is generally into harsher stuff constantly holding back for you… e.g., knowing their spankings may feel painful, but it could be so much worse/better(?) , testing your limits together, etc.

[formerbambi]

aftercare but not as in “i love you as a person and want to make sure you’re okay” but as in “i want to keep my most prized possession ready for use and i know your silly little brain needs this ugh”

[formerbambi]

you’re relaxing on the sofa when i come home. i quickly change into comfortable clothes (foregoing underwear) and get on top of you. “hey, baby” i whisper before kissing you softly. we make out for a while. i start grinding against you. “i’ve missed you” your hand sliding beneath my shorts. you’re not surprised that i’ve gone commando. “i can feel that, honey”

[formerbambi]

Condescending praise just does something to me

You’re just my easy little pet, aren’t you?

I love how desperate you get for me.

You would do anything just so I’d touch you, right? No, no, baby, don’t hide. I want to see your pretty eyes while you’re grinding on my thigh.

Hm, what would people think if they saw their cute princess acting like a such needy little slut, hm?

You got this wet just because we made out? My, my, I’m going to have a lot of fun with you.

No baby, you’re not allowed to cum yet. Why the tears? It’s not my fault you got close this fast. Let me have my fun playing with my little toy. You do want to make me happy, don’t you? *grasps my chin to make me nod my head* Then stop whining and take everything I’m giving you.

Gosh, I love seeing you cry for me. It’s when you look the prettiest.

Isn’t it funny how you pretend to be this mouthy brat all day, yet as soon as I get on top of you, you fall silent? I don’t even have to tie you down. You just know your place, right bunny? *pinches my nipple while kissing the tip of my nose*

[wysteriansoftdomme]

Condescending praise. I like it

[formerbambi]

I want someone to be gentle with me tonight. To look me deep in the eyes when tightening my silk wrist ties. To firmly grab my jaw with one hand and softly tuck a strand of hair behind my ear with the other. Someone who will kiss away the tears that formed as a result of her spanking. You’re everything to me, she’d whisper while pushing against me, inside me. I’d take anything, trust her fully. Tonight, I want to be her honey, her sweetheart, her precious baby and above all her most prized possession.

[formerbambi]

we’re getting ready for date night. my hair and nails are already done. i’ve spent the last 90 minutes making sure i’m looking extra pretty for you. you kneel down before me and softly kiss my calves, my thighs. you tap my knee to signal me to lift my foot so you can put on my garter belt and stockings. more kisses. closer to my center. my hand in your hair. my legs unsteady. ‘you’re very beautiful, darling…’ you whisper against my skin. kissing your way up to my belly button. your hands on my ass now. squeezing, pulling me closer. ‘…but so impatient. spoiled.’

i sigh, nodding. i know you’re right but your touches set my skin on fire. i can never get enough of you. i want you closer. ‘whatever should i do with you?’

i know that you’re feeling it, too. the pull. i’m sure you can even smell the faint scent of my desire. but you restrain yourself. ‘do try to be my good girl.’ your hand between my thighs. feeling my wetness. stroking me. stopping before i get too close. i don’t protest. i’m trying to calm my breathing, to not beg for more. my nails digging into my palms. i want you so much, i’m not sure why i planned this date night instead of just staying in. ‘i want you too, honey. but we should go.’ one last kiss right on my mound. ‘i’ve been looking forward to this evening all week.’

[formerbambi]

i’ve been so good lately, you won’t know what’s coming. i’ll prepare a nice dinner for you to come home to, massage the stress out of your neck and rub your back in the shower before guiding you onto the bed.

‘baby’, i say in my sweetest voice ‘can we try something new tonight?’ how could you deny me when i seem so soft and pliant. sitting in your lap, caressing your cheek with my nails. admiring your features. it’s impossible for you to say no.

so you let me push you down into the mattress. you even lift your hips so i can help you into your harness and strap. i’ll kiss the inside of your thigh, your side, your ribs and the spot right above your heart. you won’t notice or you won’t mind me tying your wrists to the bed frame.

you’re lost in the pleasure until i put my hand on your throat. not squeezing, just placing it there. that’s when you look up at me. i smile down at you. ‘stay still for me, alright?’ i say before lowering myself onto you. my hair falling over my shoulders, eyes closed. i’m wearing your shirt so you can only see my nipples poking through it. however, you can’t touch. not with your hands all tied up. ‘shh, baby, stop fighting’, i half-moan while riding you.

i don’t stop until i cum. it doesn’t take long and our eyes are locked when i do. i smile down at you. hazy and content. i know i’ll have to pay for my little stunt as soon as i untie you but for now i’ll just lean down and kiss you softly. in a minute, your hands will be free and i’ll be yours all over again.

[formerbambi]

i love brunettes so much, it’s unreal… a girl i used to talk to had dark long locks and tbh we didn’t match personality wise and i would get irritated after talking for like 2 mins but her hair was sooooo hotttt, i can’t 😭 and now she reached out again and i know that i don’t really like her, but the hair <3333 what do i do

[formerbambi]

and she said like ‘we could just make out for fun’ and i thought well if you promise not to talk, sure but i couldn’t say thatttt

[formerbambi]

ok i take that back because the last time we met on accident, we made out right and she panted “god you’re always so perfect” with a slightly annoyed undertone right in my ear before biting my neck and idk i can’t get over that

[formerbambi]

i want to be your favorite toy, as in your most prized possession. i’m vain like that. i want you to brag about me and show me off. invite all your friends so they can see how obedient i am, how well i can take you, how pretty i look while sucking your strap. but don’t let them touch me, or maybe do let them touch me so they can feel how soft my skin is and envy you. spank me until i’m spaced out simply because you love how your marks look on me. dress me up or keep me naked, whatever you feel like.

[formerbambi]

you know, i’m 100% sub with women in bed BUT imagining a butch whimpering and begging “fuck, your body just feels so good, please let me come inside you, please babe, it’ll feel so good…” yeah, i think that would be… nice

[formerbambi]

we’re getting ready for date night. my hair and nails are already done. i’ve spent the last 90 minutes making sure i’m looking extra pretty for you. you kneel down before me and softly kiss my calves, my thighs. you tap my knee to signal me to lift my foot so you can put on my garter belt and stockings. more kisses. closer to my center. my hand in your hair. my legs unsteady. ‘you’re very beautiful, darling…’ you whisper against my skin. kissing your way up to my belly button. your hands on my ass now. squeezing, pulling me closer. ‘…but so impatient. spoiled.’

i sigh, nodding. i know you’re right but your touches set my skin on fire. i can never get enough of you. i want you closer. ‘whatever should i do with you?’

i know that you’re feeling it, too. the pull. i’m sure you can even smell the faint scent of my desire. but you restrain yourself. ‘do try to be my good girl.’ your hand between my thighs. feeling my wetness. stroking me. stopping before i get too close. i don’t protest. i’m trying to calm my breathing, to not beg for more. my nails digging into my palms. i want you so much, i’m not sure why i planned this date night instead of just staying in. ‘i want you too, honey. but we should go.’ one last kiss right on my mound. ‘i’ve been looking forward to this evening all week.’

[formerbambi]

gaslighting where you edge me but pretend that you want me to orgasm:

come on, baby, don’t make me beg, as you pull away just before i can reach my climax. well, work for it, if you want it, as you hold my hips down so i can’t move. honey, i really want to fuck you, i do, but how can i be sure that you want me to when you don’t tell me? :( while your hand on my mouth is muffling my begs to please please slide it in

[formerbambi]

‘babe, we can’t…’ i whisper unconvincingly as your fingers ghost over my panties. my hips bucking against your hand still. searching for friction. the blanket rustling. ‘yes, we can.’ you chuckle at your own joke. ‘you just have to prove that you’re my good girl and keep quiet.’ your left hand covering my mouth. my eyes pleading. for more.

[formerbambi]

i‘m a very happy single but i miss having a girl to send nudes to :( like, i‘m hot and no one gets to enjoy that :((

[formerbambi]

today you’re learning how to take my strap down your throat. i look up from my book, startled. she seems determined. come on, baby, get up. there’s a sense of urgency in the way she pulls me up and pushes my back against the nearest wall. you want to be good, don’t you? i smile at her, of course i do, miss. then get on your knees. as close to the wall as possible.

a few minutes later my vision is blurry from the tears in my eyes. it’s hard not to gag around her but she has been patient. kind of. honey, please try to make an effort. i don’t want to be rough with you. it’s a lie. she purposely chose the big strap. one hand tightening in my hair. the other pressed against the wall, steadying herself. i want to ask her to slow down but it’s just incoherent mumbles around her. she pulls out. slaps my face with her strap a few times. my saliva against my cheek. aww, is it too big? i nod. i want to please her, it was me who told her that i want to be able to take her, but i’m unsure now… can i?

don’t worry, i’ll help you. she pushes in again. except this time she takes two steps forward. effectively trapping my head against the wall and her groin. you’ll learn. one way or another. her next thrusts are sharper. the back of my head hitting the wall every time i try to pull away. with her hands on either side of my head, i can’t turn away either. that’s it, she coos, let me in. you can’t fight me.

eventually, it works. she pushes in until my face is pressed against her. pausing for a moment. admiring. you really are the perfect toy for me.