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Tracker bracelets or other monitors
Does anyone use a gps tracker on their sub (or other loved one)? Are there any on the market that document their movement history? Angelalert is looking like the only choice, and it's both a) expensive and b) not very princessy.
I'm looking for something more like an ankle monitor that comes in pink or purple and is available on the civilian market.
I got her back!
I got her back I got her back she's safe I got her back
They took her
Thursday night, while I was on the way home from my family reunion. Her crush got caught with meth and got herself another excuse from the shelter she stays at by making some sort of accusation against my princess. I still don't get to know exactly what.
She's being moved into the men's cells tonight.
I think I was a good mommy
I think we should force-diaper princess posters it's not princessphobia you'll literally be cute. We can even diaper your maids so it seems fair. I mean your already playing princess anyways this is just the next logical step.
The princess says NUH UH. I’m literally a big girl. Hmph.
A BIG girl huh? Sounds like you need some BIG diapers then. For how big you are. Can't have you in tiny little diapers if you're a big girl.
NOT WHAT I MEANT!!!! I don’t need diapers at all I haven’t wet the bed in like three whole weeks. I’m basically a grown up.
Whether you need them or not is irrelevant. You'll literally be cute??? Diapers are for princesses and princesses should be diapered. That's a fact. Don't you want a cute cushion that makes every seat comfy? Don't you want a pink frilly pampers butt? Don't you want to delegate all your bathroom stuff as something for the servants to worry about? Diapers were made for princesses. It would be a waste to not put you in the frillyest poofyest pink pamper imaginable.
fine. i’ll TRY. but if ANYONE makes fun of me there will be executions involved
Yaaaaaaaayyy! *Does a little clap and there's a puff of pink smoke around you that when it dissipates shows your now in a gigantic frilly pink diaper that lifts you up and doesn't let you let's touch the ground with the words "Princess Throne" on the landing tape*
Describing girls as "Daughterbait"
you look like you need to be cared for unconditionally by a woman with your best interests at heart
You look like you need fresh-baked cookies and an afternoon of cuddling after I called you in sick from school because you felt too sad to go
Explaining this concept to my princess!
She started her star chart!
Once she accepts you as having the authority to award gold stars with the promise of ice cream, scented candles, or rock shopping once she earns 7, you're really 100% a mommy, right?
Looking for gold star chart template
Anyone have a good template for a chart my princess can use to collect her gold stars for being so very sweet, helpful, and princessy?
of course you don't like it yet. you haven't had any practice liking it. some things are easy to like, and some things take lots of hard work. just think of how proud you'll be of yourself once you finally figure out how to enjoy it.
torn between saying this verbatim to my princess vs clutching her tighter to protect her from people who want to say this, lol
Milestone
I think I've hit a new milestone with my middle- she asked me to tie her shoes for her yesterday! -melts-
When do I stop wanting to hold her?
On today's installment of "becoming a mommydomme", our protagonist reads through perverted fics that used to thrill her as she imagined being subjected to the acts depicted therein. She is suddenly aware that her overriding impulse is not to be controlled by these people, but to hold her princess on her lap and rock her to sleep before she even finds out the world contains such people.
I would buy a straight jacket just to put a girl in it, and hold her in my lap during a party, and give her drink of something sweet through a straw and feed her snacks, and pet her, and then once people have left, let her out and praise her for doing such a good job while bound and I’m so thankful for her
oh someday i'm going to give my princess a day where she doesn't have to do anything, just like this!
She's fun to tease
It's cold enough that I am starting to enforce a bedtime dress code more often for my middle. Pink footies and sometimes even a swaddle! She is SO cute, and she's got a really good attitude about having a Mutti now, and she even likes being all swaddled. She's got an absolutely killer little smile!
But she has noticed a problem- she told me last night that she really doesn't like having to take her pjs off to go potty. Cue me smirking my most devilish "Mutti knows best" smirk and pondering aloud what we could do to fix that awful little problem. (She knows I have a not-so-secret wish to diaper her and regress her further). She shut her pretty blue eyes and started whimpering "nooooooooo" and I think she may have actually done the "hide from Mutti in Mutti's chest" thing a little bit. So precious.
Anyway I have something new to suggest to her probation officer :)
The thing about the "hypocrisy" of conservatives bleating about "pedophiles" but supporting Trump is that to a lot of conservatives, the definition of "pedophilia" is "that which supports young people's autonomy or individuation from their parents/authority."
That's why a children's book that says "Be yourself! Everyone is different! You don't have to fit in!" is "pedophilia," but Trump raping a 13 year old girl isn't -- it was done to her against her will, so it didn't facilitate her dangerous autonomy. That's fine. Like child marriage -- it's perfectly fine, because the parents force it on the children. Parental authority is preserved.
A point my partner has made is that discussions of historical or cross/cultural variations in "age of majority" really underestimate the depth of patriarchy. "At what age is a girl considered a woman?" presupposes that a woman can ever meaningfully be considered an adult, which, in many forms of patriarchy, she really can't.
In the broadly liberal tradition, "children" are, broadly, defined as a class of people denied bodily autonomy and civic rights, but spared from the responsibilities of hard labor and harsh punishment; while "adults" are defined as a class granted bodily autonomy and civic rights, but subject to hard labor and harsh punishment. Which is why ageists (and ableists who infantilize disabled people throughout the lifespan, sexists who infantilize women throughout the lifespan, etc) think they have a real gotcha with "Well if you think young people (disabled people, women, etc) should have bodily autonomy and civic rights, then they have to have jobs! And go to prison! Or else you're Having It Both Ways!"
But many patriarchal authoritarians have never accepted this vague and never-actually-evenly-applied liberal construct in the first place. Everyone should be subject to hard labor and harsh punishment, and no one should have civic rights or bodily autonomy. Everyone should be subject to the authority of the patriarchal order. There is no "contradiction" between "a 14 year old should be married and a 24 year old should not be allowed to transition." They aren't saying that a 14 year old is "old enough/mature enough to decide for herself" whether to get married; and they're not really saying that a 24 year old is "too young/too immature" to transition. Marriage is an obligation and gender conformity is an obligation. Hard labor is an obligation and obedience is an obligation. The concept of being a "child entitled to protection, safety, and support" does not exist, and neither does the concept of being an "adult entitled to autonomy, self-determination, and political representation." They aren't even going to understand "If a 14 year old can be tried as an adult and go to prison, why can't they vote?" as a question. Everyone should be subject to prison and no one should vote. Life is about obligation and obedience, and age has very little to do with it.
Confirmation Bias
Not me browsing for Tumblr nonsense exhaustively researched and peer reviewed studies to show my middle that it's scientifically proven she should still be nursing at 27 and that it would be the best thing for her health if she would just lie into my arms and suckle Mutti's great big breasts like a good girl, k?
"Stockholm syndrome isn't real" people when I hold her in my arms (she is tied up so she can't attack me) and coo so soft and sweetly and lovingly spoon more of my homemade meals into her mouth until eventually she falls in love with me and starts to realize the restraints are for her own good:
Hands and ankles cuffed together. Paci gagged, diaper, onesie. The chains on the cuffs connect to the collar connects to the leash connects to the bedframe. I rest, secure in the knowledge that you want me bad enough to make sure I can’t leave. To make sure I’m comfortable in this prison for as long as you want me here. I relax, my mind stretching lazily like a cat while my body is restricted. I am, I am, I am. There is no other option but to be. No room for worries when there’s no room for choices, no room for mistakes.
I’m curled, my head in your lap, occasionally nuzzling in when your hand comes to run through my hair and down my back. You read, and my mind is too fuzzy to even make out the words on the cover. My eyelids are heavy, my body is heavy, weighed down. It feels like I could float in this space forever.
There is no performance, no expectations, no image to maintain. Whether I struggle or lean into the bonds, I’m still here and for that you shine that gaze on me, intense and affectionate. Whether you’re hurting me or caressing, praising or demeaning. How would I ever want to be a person, an equal, a peer, when it’s so easy, so right, to simply and only be Yours? I can’t move, can’t talk, can’t wriggle out from under the weight of your control. I can only be Yours.
Mommy gave me a new rule...
No sounding like a grown up at home.
When I start talking normally, she gently shushes me and calmly waits for me to understand.
I'm only allowed to talk like a baby.
Only simple words, only if the more difficult letters are slurred, making me think hard before I can say anything complicated.
"I love you" is "I wuv you" from now on.
Sometimes I just give up and babble and point instead.
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I cling to her desperately as we walk back inside. She smiles and looks down at me.
"What's wrong, little one?" she asks.
"I didn't wanna leave you," I whine.
"Hmm, 'leave' is a bit too big for you, isn't it?" she says thoughtfully.
I blush and fidget, looking down at my feet. "Didn't wanna weaf you, Mommy," I say softly.
"Good girl."
She ruffles my hair.
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"Maybe we need to make it only one syllable words," she says one day.
I look at her, my eyes wide. My mind races to try to find an excuse, any way to preserve what little maturity I can.
"Buh buh...wanna be able ta say Mommy!" I whine, toddling over and hugging her for added effect.
She smiles with a gentle cruelty, hugging me back. "We'll let you keep 'Mama,' then. You can try a little harder for your most important word."
I sniffle a little, holding back a sob.
"Fank you, Mama," I whisper. And despite everything, I mean it.
