Are you asking if there’s such thing as a “Mommy” domme?
If so: the caregiver/little spectrum is there for you to be able to so what makes you happy. There is absolutely such thing. If a consensual dynamic makes you feel good, no one can tell you it doesn’t “fit” into their terminology or such. Good luck finding your lady!
Sir told me the other day that I was lovingly owned.
Just kind of been melting over that for the past week or so.
Sweetheart’s learned that even if she’s giving someone something, she still has to beg for it.
Last night was absolutely wonderful and I had to slip this little tidbit into the queue because I am literally that freaking elated.
Sir was super sweet and brought a cake. For someone who has three things to deal with in one week (anniversary, Christmas, birthday), he handled it like a pro.
Nothing sexy to report from the night besides the fact that I am a happy Ivy.
Cocktail Party, Chicago, 1957. Photo by Francis Miller
I’m going out with some of my favorite people tonight and I’m pretty ready to do this birthday princess thing 100%.
Also, thank you for the kind messages! I promise to reply this weekend.
Happy Birthday to Ivy, one of my favourite-est squirmiest Littles. <3
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I want a Little birthday full of balloons and Heart sometime.
The Adventures of Sir, Sweetheart and Mr. Purple, Part Eight
While Sir and the Southern Gentleman essentially sat and discussed what they wanted to do to me, I got a little antsy. I pouted and shook my head, attempting to loosen the buckle on the bit gag. Sir took hold of my chin and asked me what was wrong.
“I want to talk to him,” I spat around the gag in a garbled mess.
Sir smirked and looked over to SG, “do you want to hear what she has to say?”
“No,” he replied, “not really. I just want to look at her.”
Despite how much I enjoyed this condescension, I managed to work the gag loose. It fell into my lap, slick and wet. Sir went to put it back in, but I shook my head and looked at SG. The two were discussing what they’d like to do, and I figured I’d add my side as well.
“I want you to use my cunt,” I said, barely able to get the words out, “I want you to fuck me while he holds me and makes me be good for you. I want to serve both of you.”
(I had, of course, assumed I’d just be gagged right up if I started with saying I wanted both of them to go down on me at once. So, I figured I’d start on a high note.)
Sir pulled me up to my feet and had me turn around and show SG my ass. “Why don’t you show him what he’s getting.”
“He knows what he’s getting,” I retorted, feeling a little saucy. Sir slipped two fingers into my cunt and I gasped, nearly losing my balance.
“Is she tight?” SG asked and I rolled my eyes. He and Sir were playing into that whole mutual slave auction fantasy they have (which, okay, I have, too) and I was feeling super exposed and blushy about the whole ordeal.
Sir noticed me squirming and moaning – caught somewhere between discomfort and pain – and laughed. “She’s so tight she’s a little sore from having just been fucked.” I blushed.
“Does she take pain well?” SG asked.
“You want to see?” Sir offered with a smirk and tipped me forward so I was bent over the couch, my head and chest resting against the seat.
I huffed. “He already knows!” I protested, but I was left to wait as Sir walked into the other room, forced to imagine what he’d decide to return with.
So, I’m 23 today.
And if anyone asks, I’m the birthday princess and this is what birthday princesses look like.
