lina my dear

sweet and blushy 32, queer, polyam

[littlemissbratty]

When they ask you a question, and you shyly mumble a "yes" only to be met with a firm "Yes what?" 🫠🫠🫠

[sin-aestheticx]

your thumb could be in my mouth while you praise me for taking it so well. ever think about that, huh

[nutbuster7000]

(shouting over the loud music to the guy next to me at a crowded bar) no no listen. there's two types of piss kink, okay? there's the wetting kind and the golden showers kind. the wetting kind is all about loss of control. desperation. it's about surrendering yourself to your irresistible physical urges. it makes pissing a submissive act. sit back down i'm not finished. the golden showers kind is about pissing as a dominant act. it's about degradation. objectification. turning a person with agency into something dirty to be used for relief. there's overlap between the two but both can be used to reinforce different power dynamics in bdsm contexts. where are you going

[littlestepslina]

There is something so sweet about white tights over a diaper.

[littlestepslina]

Boots

Fun scene between consenting adults.

I asked them if they'd step on me and I thought about it all week. I thought about the boots I'd seen them both wear at kink parties. I worked myself up all week thinking about how it would feel. I got nervous while at work and sent a text— is there anything I should bring?— they said no. 

We hung out for a while watched TV, caught up, and ate dinner. Then they pushed me into their bedroom. They stripped me down to my lingerie and told me they conveniently hadn't had time to wipe their boots and that I could do it. I sassed a bit because they didn't have saddle soap, and I'd brought some after being told to bring nothing. Sir ignored my sass and said that anticipating needs was the mark of a good submissive. Touche. 

As I lathered the soap sitting on the floor they made out on the bed, occasionally looking down to tell me I looked pretty tending to their boots. I was careful to pick out the gravel as I cleaned the treads. When I finished I held up the boots for inspection and Mx said "I'm okay as long as she is I don't care she's the one getting stepped on". I was frustrated not to get a good job but I was also galvanized to impress. 

Sir pushed me down to the ground using a strong grip on my neck. He had me pressed against the cold wood floor face down while they both put on their boots. Mx was wearing high heeled Docs and Sir regular Docs. Then a tentative pressure on my calf and then pressure on my bum. They alternated stepping increasing the pressure until Mx was standing on top of me partially supported by Sir's arms. They paused their stepping and kissed each other. I craned my neck to see but couldn't quite manage. Sir saw and flipped me onto my back. I stared up at them kissing and wanted so badly to be kissed all I could do was reach to hold onto their ankles. 

Sir and Mx resumed pressing their boots to my body. They could see my face now and were playing for reactions. I deepened my breathing to help process the sensations. Mx got a glint in their eyes— for better or worse switches really are the most empathetic tops— they pressed their heel to my inner thigh and twisted. I yelped and twitched, they laughed, "I like playing with Lina. She always sounds so surprised when it hurts. You think she'd know by now." Sir laughed and pressed his boot into my shoulder "Ow!" Then he hauled me onto my knees keeping my face on the ground, "Arch", they took turns kicking my ass and thighs. I hummed happily knowing I was getting exactly what I'd asked for.

[littlestepslina]

I started writing out the boot stepping scene I had last night and tumblr deleted it 😭😭

[littlestepslina]

My boots looked horrible after a long, cold, salty winter. I remembered that I had once assembled a rudimentary bootblack kit. I cleaned them off and conditioned them and conjured a desire to be stepped on. So I sent a text to the scary sadist and his partner who I have plans with and they feel like stepping on me is "a workable plan" and "definitely something they can handle". Feels good to know I'm gonna get what I want.

[littlestepslina]

What ya looking at nerd?

I love thrifting because wow this old american apparel skirt is giving such senior school bully vibes.

[littlestepslina]

"I'm bigger than you, stronger than you, tougher and meaner than you. It's not that you aren't those things I'm just more."

On things my sadist tells me

[littlestepslina]

CW: parental loss, grief, mental health

I lost my mom about 3 weeks ago to suicide. I am not the same. I'm an only child; I flew into the city she lived in, cleaned out her apartment with the help of my partner and friends who flew in to support me, and made a memorial service. I returned to my apartment stayed home one day and then went back to work to chase a very big and very stressful deadline.

I took 5 days off from work in total. Returning to work has been hellish. Things finally slowed down yesterday. People keep asking if I'm alright and the answer is no. People keep saying we should forgive my mother and I don't even know what they're trying to say. I'm not mad or disappointed or anything about what she did. I'm sad and I miss her. I don't think it was selfish, she tried to stick around but couldn't. Tried to get a psych appointment but they gave her one like 6 weeks out a date that hasn't even come yet. I dunno. I'm kinda wrecked and angry but not at my mom.

I don't sleep well. I don't eat enough. People keep bringing me soup. My mom is dead I'm not sick. I don't want any fucking soup.

It was just me and her. I don't have a dad. I don't know how to be. It's so hard and it feel like aching all the time. My chest feels like the end of a crying spell all the time. My body is stressed my resting heart rate is higher than it was before this. I'm raw. I have little patience and no tolerance for inconvenience.

Grief is wild. I can go out and socialize as long as I can leave immediately upon deciding I'm done. But I won't go if the distance will take more than 25 minutes to get home from. Thank goodness I live in a dense city. My friends have been great. My community has rallied around me. I am so well supported but it is still so much and so hard.

It's all hard. So I'm not posting. But maybe I should be I don't know.

Thanks for reading if you have.

[littlestepslina]

Leggy girl with a new sweater! Happy fall!

[little-princess-puffs]

Soggy baby after a road trip. Time to get in the bath 🛁 🙈🌅

[junipercommunes]

spoiling them (letting them stay in wet pants) to spoiling them (letting them stay in pull-ups even though they keep having accidents that are maybe a little too serious) to spoiling them (not letting them out of diapers) pipeline

[littlestepslina]

Gritty pic but found these ancient artifacts in the bottom of a drawer and I can fit into them again. How silly. Fun little secret for my day of errands.

[littlestepslina]

Bodysuit and jorts are so discreet I had trouble showing you all.

[littlestepslina]

I've just been lurking here all day. Sometimes it is so hard for me to figure out what to say. Anyway hi!

[littlestepslina]

Who knew the buttons actually work