The start to our little date... matching lingerie!! Aren't we adorable?! @seraph4kitten
Dressing room fun!! Little dates are the best!!

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The start to our little date... matching lingerie!! Aren't we adorable?! @seraph4kitten
Dressing room fun!! Little dates are the best!!
The start to our little date... matching lingerie!! Aren't we adorable?! @seraph4kitten
My Goddess is at work today and decided I needed to START training my throat... I mighta made a stupid bet, so now it's being poster on here because I'm a dumdum.
What did we learn so far? That I have a terrible gag reflex... and it makes me all drippy.
Okay, this is way harder that these sluts online make it look!!! Maybe someday I'll be lucky enough to be one of those sluts
Fuck I feel sooo dirty. I really with that was a real cock pounding my throat so I couldn't pull back
Get to know what it feels like to have a real cock in my panties ;)
Final award to being such a good girl, I got to potty my panties!!
Thank you @seraph4kitten and everyone who got me to 25 reblogs!
I dont think this counts if its only me reblogging myself... but I'll take it?
What a good girl you are!!! Enjoy your breakies as a reward, little girl!! Mommy's so proud!
So, I mighta gotted a little big for my panties... and Mommy made sure I knew I didn't belong in them at all if she said so...
so she took them and put me in double dippers so I had a big crinkly butt, and the most embarrassing "I ❤ Daddy" onesie... but she let me cover it up with some pants and a sweater and we goed for a walk....
Under the streetlight she took my clothes and made me pose with my bink... on a street corner, dressed as a baby... did I mention I WAS ON A STREETCORNER!
She made me stand there until I pottied in my dipper, and then I had to waddle home in it. I dont think anyone saw... well until now. As part of my punishment I gotta show you, but I told her you dont care to see me anyway when there are so many pretty girls on tumblr. Am I right?
Mommy is the best!
Mommy's little girl sometimes needs reminded that Mommy is in charge. Show some love, make sure to remind her that she's an adorably pathetic little thing!! @seraph4kitten
Stole Daddy's shirt, think the force is with me?? @seraph4kitten
Ask and you shall receive! One red Daddy print as requested...
Thank you @seraph4kitten for my pretty decoration!
Daddy says I'm the reason people love fat bottom girls! If only his red print joined the fray... @seraph4kitten
Just checking to see if you're real or a bot. If so, ASL... minus the L I guess. Who is your favorite blog to look at and why?
Why, hello! I am indeed a real person! I'm a 30ish switch female, happy to meet your acquaintance! My favorite blog? Hmm... @seraph4kitten definitely. Why? Because he's mine and it makes me happy in all the right places... 💋
Two-Finger Trap
I could stop. Any time I want to, I could p-pull down my skirt, push his hand away from my pussy, stand up and w-walk a… away. I’m not–not helpless, not bound or restrained or, or trapped by pleasure, no matter what he says. I could just leave, ignore his soft whispers and go hide in a restroom or something and play with myself until I stop feeling so, so f-fucking horny, oh fuck, until I can, can think straight again. That’s probably the smart thing to do. Just stop listening to him, stop letting him touch me, stop looking into his deep blue eyes and nodding at the end of every sentence. I should do that. I should do that right now.
But oh, ohhhh god, his fingers feel so good through my panties. Just rubbing and rubbing in those slow, lazy circles, putting exactly the right pressure on my c-clit, hitting the perfect rhythm to make my, my pussy so wet. It’s like his touch switches off my sense of time, like something in my brain is telling me that I’ll get up in a second, in a minute, in some ‘just a moment’ moment that never quite comes. I’m not quite cumming either. I keep getting closer and closer, the heat between my legs so good and right and wonderful that I know I’m going to have the biggest climax in the whole damn world… but if I wait, he promises, it’ll be even better. Even better if I keep drifting and staring and relaxing and waiting for permission to cum. And like an idiot, I nod in agreement again.
How did I wind up giving away so much power to him? How did I wind up sitting on his couch, skirt up, legs splayed, his fingers rubbing my pussy into a sticky mess while I look helplessly into those deep blue eyes and nod like a puppet on a string at everything he says? I can’t quite remember. I remember coming into his office, I remember sitting down to talk to him, but… but there are these patches of haze in my memory. Stretches of time that just fade into soft, slick pleasure and the warm, peaceful sound of his voice in my ears. I don’t remember words, just the feeling of, of listening and relaxing and accepting very simple, very obvious things. Until ‘yes’ became a habit all its own. Until I lost track of what I was agreeing with. Until… oh fuck. Oh fuck that feels nice. Yes. Yes, Master. Yes.
I don’t know where ‘Master’ came from, b-but it feels so good on my lips and in my brain and down between my legs that I want to repeat it again. Yes Master. Yes Master. Y-yes, oh god, yes Master. I can hear myself panting, my promise to him the only thing between me and a brain-melting climax the size of a tidal wave, but his fingers keep moving at the same speed, the same maddening teasing rhythm. I want to cum so badly, I need to cum so badly now, I, I’ll do anything if it just lets me cum for Master. I hear myself agreeing again, my foggy brain forgetting the words I’m accepting into the back of my mind faster and faster with each swirling caress on my clit, and I know I’m being hypnotized. Brainwashed. P-programmed to obey. I don’t care. Not if it lets me cum.
I don’t remember what the final trigger is, whether I agree to be his slave or forget my instructions or return to him for more programming tomorrow. All I know is that suddenly he presses just a little harder on the little nub of flesh between my legs, and the tiny extra sensation is enough to make me squeal in a climax so big it forces my whole damn brain out through my cunt. I gush all over his fingers, soaking my panties with my juices, and I don’t even notice that I’m whimpering and moaning and begging him to fuck my mind all over again. It doesn’t matter. Nothing matters but pleasure. Nothing matters but getting more of this. Please. Yes. Please.
As I sag back onto the couch, I hear him beginning to program my dazed and sleepy brain some more. But I’m already forgetting what he’s saying. My mind is too deep to think, my body too drowsy to move. I can’t stop him… but then again, I realize, I never really could.
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I told Mommy i was starting to feel big, acause it was a rough day at work. On my break she fixed it. Maked me get in the corner and rub my clitty through my jeans until i maked cum cums in my panties.
Sorry for the bad picture. I'm still.at work, have to wear mt cummy panties for the rest of the day to amind myself what a little slut I am for Mommy. Thank you for putting me back in my place and making me show all my friends here! I smell like a little whore now 😍🥰💞💓🥰😍💗💖🥰☺️
So glad you're feeling better, Little Pig! Cute panties btw!!
Mommy definitely stepped it up today... here i am, sitting at work, trying to act normal... but she'd removed every bit of hair from my chin to my toes! Now I'm stuck here, trying to act normal in a pink, satin thong and shaved legs! I feel so exposed and vulnerable and... needy... soooooo needy.
Just the cutest, hairless, smoothest little Peach!! 🍑 enjoy the squirm
I was a little dum dum at work today... i gotted scared when someone was in the potty with me and rushed and had a little accident. I tried to be big, but Mommy putted me back in my place and i need to post this to amind myself "I IS NOT BIG! IM A DUM DUM AND GOTTA FINISH THE DAY WIF WET PANTIES AND HOPE NO ONE SEES!"
Silly little one, we'll get potty training down one day.
When I get too big for my panties, mommy always reminds me of my place worshiping her. Thanks for reminding me where I really belong.
That's my good girl! Fuck, I love you!
please support soft daddies
Support daddies with depression. Support daddies who want to colour/play with you and not just sit and watch. Support daddies who like stuffies too. Support daddies who are anxious about sex. Support daddies who aren’t always hyper-dom. Support daddies who can’t spoil their littles. Support trans daddies. Support daddies who are not good at enforcing strict rules even though they know it’s good for you. Support daddies who need care too. Support daddies who are trying their best.
I am many of these… :’(
Which is the most freuquent way you have to punish her, and which is the most freuqent reason for punishment currently?
December 30, 2019
I’ve been getting a lot of questions lately about her punishments, and I’m sorry to keep disappointing people by relaying the fact that she is a good girl who doesn’t get punished. Two years into our dynamic she knows what is expected and she lives up to those expectations. She does not break or bend rules in our contract without coming to me to discuss things first. She gets maintenance impact when I think she needs it or when she tells me she does, but she doesn’t do things to earn punishment.
Just a reminder that submissives shouldn’t need a lot of punishment if they have clear expectations and the desire to not fuck up. Punishments should be a very rare thing in a healthy dynamic.
Funishment is another thing entirely.
JD
Funishment!! I'm borrowing that term, thank you!!
“It’s painful, Sir”
“I know it is” When He acknowledges the unpleasant sensation And keeps on going. “take a deep breath now” When He not only sees my pain, but guides me through it. “I can see how much you want to please me” When He shows me how He cherishes my pain. Not by backing off or slowing down, but by letting me know He recognizes it. that He sees the gift of my pain. “that’s my girl” when He reminds me who owns me. “I’m so proud of you” and there’s a meaning to all of it.
Calm, quiet domination with none of that porny yelling horseshit. That’s where it’s at.
Daddy and I developed a sticker system for meds and water (because I always forget about them and then I get super sad and sick) where if I take my meds I get a smiley face sticker and every cup of water I drink gets a star sticker. At the end of the week I have to have 14 smileys and 21 stars or I get a punishment. It has worked so well that I managed to get a perfect month of stickers and as a reward Daddy took me to the Harry Potter festival in our town (I LOVE Harry Potter ) ANNNNDDD he got me the prettiest bracelet! He is such a wonderful daddy and I just wanted to share! Maybe the sticker system could help someone else out with their goals as well!!!
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