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100 Nonsexual Ways to Make Me Feel Little

Flan says: I’ve seen lots of lists like these, but often times they were a mix of sexual and nonsexual things or included lists of specific gifts or were just not quite tailored well enough for me. So I spent some time today coming up with a list of 100 nonsexual ways to make me feel extra little, or to bring that feeling to the forefront of my mind. Not all of these things have to be done all the time, but all of them will evoke that sort of feeling in me.

I hope this list gives you some ideas of your own! And I hope Senpai and Daddy get some ideas from it as well…

Help me tie my shoes

Wash my hair in the bath

Pet me

Pick out my clothes

Pull me into your lap

Get my paci if you notice me chewing my lip

Cuddle me

Make me giggle

Use my little dishes for a meal

Bring me a drink in a sippy cup

Stick a crazy straw in my drink

Hold my hand in public

Order for me at a restaurant

Drive me places (and pick me up)

Go to my doctor’s appointments with me

Help me make tough choices

Let me fall asleep on you

Ask me to help you with things

Tell me when I’m a good girl

Tell me if I make you proud

Take care of me when I’m sick

Remind me to take my medicine

Suggest naptime, especially if I’m crabby

Read to me

Ask me about my favorite things; tell me about yours

Whisper secrets to me

Teach me new things

Remember my plushies’ names

Ask about my plushies and toys

Tuck me in at night

Remind me of bedtime

Ask if I remembered to do things

Kiss the top of my head or forehead

Color with me

Check for mean-monsters

Listen to my excited-babbles

Play pretend with me

Take me to a park

Push me on the swings

Let me pick the movie

Tell me I’m cute/adorable

Kiss my owies

Use awesome band-aids

Surprise me

Get me little gifts

Set up a bubble bath

Let me draw a tiny heart on you

Check on my planner

Make music with me

Pick my jammies

Cook with me

Take me to the zoo

Take me to the library

Plan and go on a picnic

Take a walk with me

Take me stargazing

Visit a museum with me

Paint my toenails

Make sure I have something to cuddle

Invite me to a tea party

Ask about my imaginary friends

Plan a themed date night

Play board games with me

Play video games with me (or watch me play them)

Do arts and crafts with me

Give me candy/sweets

Make me hot cocoa with marshmallows

Blanket. Forts.

Show me a place I’ve never seen before

Whisper “shhh” in my ear when I’m upset

Wipe away my tears

Take me to see a kiddy movie in the theater

Sing with me when I break out into song

Call me “princess,” “little one,” “kitten,” “bunny,” “girl,” or “doll”

Appreciate little gifts I make/give you

Make a funny face at me in public

Scoop me up princess-style

Watch cartoons with me

Make me a healthy snack

Make a meal of special little foods

Give me an allowance

Have me complete chores

Remind me to wash my hands before I eat

Get things from places I can’t reach

Rub my tummy when it hurts

Start a pillow fight

Shoot me with a water gun or nerf gun

Quote from my favorite books and movies

Ask me silly questions

Try to win me a prize

Take me somewhere I need to dress up to go to

Ruffle my hair

Boop my nose if my emotions are getting too intense

Let me wear your t-shirt/hoodie

Write a note and leave it somewhere for me to find

Congratulate me for doing something difficult

Start my sleepy music at night

Take me to an amusement park

Take selfies/photobooth pictures with me

Make a pinky promise with me

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This is such a perfect list!

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I love everything on this list

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Reblogged so I can remember this list, definitely a good one

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December 17th

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Stand up for yourselves!

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Professor Marston And The Wonder Women came out on DVD today!

I was really upset when I missed it in theaters a few months ago, so today has been marked on my calendar for weeks. I have never been so happy to be too sick to go to work in my life!

My spoilery thoughts are as follows:

- I was terrified of how they were going to portray Olive The Unicorn going into this. The first 5 minutes of the movie made me even more worried; it looked like they were setting up “man sees hot chick, decides he must have her, drags wife along for the ride against her will, and then uses the professor/student dynamic to pressure her into a relationship that is way outside of her comfort zone.” I had no idea how they were going to recover from that first impression, but holy shit, they did. How? By letting Olive make the first move *towards Elizabeth before Bill.* Thank sweet fucking Jesus, they were careful to give the wide-eyed, submissive unicorn the agency she needed for this to not be creepy, and she fell in love with the one who wasn’t actively pursuing her first. I needed this.

- They were so good at showing Olive and Elizabeth falling in love, and they were so good at showing Elizabeth and Bill as being in love, but they kind of forgot to show Bill moving past infatuation with Olive, or Olive being interested in Bill at all. $5 says it was a deleted scene.

- HOLY SHIT I HATE OLIVE’S MONOGAMOUS BOYFRIEND SO MUCH. “I love Olive so much I am going to forbid her from spending time with the people that matter most to her. It’s for her own good, you see.” Gah. This is why I hate veto power, and monogamy is nothing but one giant veto power. I recognize that his character is there to represent The Majority™ and Society© and Normalcy®, and whoa boy, does he ever represent them and everything I hate about them.

- “Open and honest communication is key in polyamorous relationships.” LAWL THEY LITERALLY INVENTED THE LIE DETECTOR AND USED IT TO OVERCOME THEIR FEARS ABOUT EXPRESSING THEIR FEELINGS.

- There is officially no reason for any sex scenes to be set anywhere other than a theater department’s costume closet ever again.

- Elizabeth: “Our love is illegal!” Me: W”hat kind of backwards bullshit is this? Thank god society has moved on from this shi-” My TV: NEXT TIME, ON SISTER WIVES, MARCH FOR POLYGAMIST RIGHTS ON SALT LAKE CITY! Me: “Aw, hell.”

- What is the point of having a polycule if all members don’t tackle the bigoted neighbors in unison?

- Thank god for Bill’s impassioned speech about how the best thing for the kids is to live their lives the way they choose and not to limit themselves to what society says they should do. Elizabeth: “Think of the children!” Bill: I AM!!!”

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Princess Posting

Me: Asks Daddy to look for a job posting for full-time Princess. ‘Cause: highly qualified.

Daddy: I already gave you that job title.

Me: But I need fringe benefits.

Daddy: I gave you those last night, *remember*?

Ooh, yes. True, he did. Being his princess has its perks. And I never want a vacation from it! 😘👑❤@wifeluvhole

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String Theory

“I think it’s probably bedtime. Do you have any string?”

With every Dom, there is a moment in the beginning where he asserts control. It comes before any formal agreement to submit, and it is a defining moment. I call it the snap-back. He tugs a little to see if the leash is there and to see how you respond. In a way, it’s like temperament testing with a new puppy. Roll it onto its back to see if it withdraws, gnaws at your hand, or makes eye contact and waits for instructions. With Doms, it’s a command or a call-out on something you did wrong. An opportunity to choose submission. And it tells you a lot about how he chooses to lead.

This time, it was string.

“Cut a small length and tie it in a loop and then pass it over one of your wrists and tighten. Just a piece of string around your wrist. You can use an ankle if you prefer. Sleep with it as a subtle reminder.”

Oh, wow. It’s only been five days…with nonstop messaging and a brief chat at a munch. But it feels like it could be something. He writes to me about responsibility. He writes to me about finding the deep bond and connection that only comes with ownership. He writes about building something real. There are flashes of the sexual, but that’s not why he’s here. That’s not what drives him. And this task is proof of that. There is a feeling of safety with him. Calm control. I feel like that puppy, surrendering and awaiting instructions. Eager for him to pick up the leash. Eager to show him how good I can be.

I grab a spool of black thread and cut off enough to double up and tie around my ankle. Then I snap a picture for him and tuck myself into bed. I feel proud. Hopeful. Connected.

The next morning before my shower, I smile as I look at it. Then I sit down to take it off. I hold it in my hand, debating what to do. But we are new, and it feels silly to keep it. Keeping it means that this is real—that it is going somewhere. And I’m too jaded to allow myself that much hope. Not yet, anyhow. So I drop it in the trash. That night, he messages me.

Him: Where is your string? me: I took it off before I showered this morning. Him: Oh, ok. I’ll have to scroll up for the text that told you to take it off. me: [Inner panic.] Him: I must have clean forgot about that, as I was so focused on rearranging my cane collection. me: [Serious inner panic.] Him: I am certain it’s not someplace where things of no perceived value are kept. me: [Extreme inner panic. Wtf do I do???] Him: No, I understand. You are new. This is your first exploration into D/s, and the distracting weight of a soggy piece of thread is intolerable, particularly since towel technology has not advanced to the point where it could address such an issue while the string was still on your leg. Future generations will build on our progress. me: [ACTUALLY 100% DEAD NOW. AND SUPER EMBARRASSED AT MYSELF.]

I scurry to retrieve the string from the trash and beg to be allowed to secure it back around my ankle. He allows it. He talks about structure and consequences and how this is an opportunity to improve and grow. He says we will correct mistakes together. And with this tiny piece of string back around my ankle, I suddenly feel calmer. I am still wearing it two days later when we meet for coffee, where he holds my wrists while we talk. In fact, I wear the string for most of the next week. It begins to feel like part of me. So does he.

Such a delicate thing, this cuff made of string. But I feel it as I slide into bed. I feel it when I roll over, trying to get comfortable. And as I fall asleep, I tuck my knee up toward my chest, and I trace my fingers over it. It is always with me. A subtle reminder of what he hopes we will build together.

He says he wants my heart to sing. It already is.

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This is a perpetual reblog for me. One of my favorite posts about how D/s can manifest in the real world, outside of the glamorous pictures we see on tumblr and without the array of (very fun) kinky toys and tools.

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