Sweetheart’s trying so hard to be a big girl.
But, gosh, if learning to be a big girl doesn’t hurt.
lingerie
I hope you all aren’t massively sick of me just reblogging and drooling over lingerie I want like all the time.
Sir had me edge myself three times today.
I whined to Flint about it, who then proceeded to make me edge three more times for complaining to him.
If anybody needs me, follow the puddles to where I’ll be pouting for eternity.
Sweetheart, feeling very, very grown up.
This is absolutely a thing I should be wearing right now, no questions asked.
What would be especially blushy and wonderful would be to be set down in the middle of the floor like this during some kind of party or meeting.
Just, ah, saying.
– boundtightly ⇋ fuckmesenslessxxx
So, sometimes I’m not a kitty.
Sometimes I’m a certain farmer’s little piggy,
who’s the runt of the litter.
Hi Ivy. I’ve been following your blog for a really long time and love reading your stories. Here is a picture of a little present that I sent to my Sir a while back. Please post it and let me know what you think 🙂
Oh my goodness! What an adorable and sexy surprise to find in my inbox! Thank you for the wonderful submission. I bet your Sir was very happy with the gift!
Literally anytime I scroll past this in my drafts, my breath catches and my heart gets all thumpy.
Maybe there’s something a little sick about it. The fact that I gravitate to pastel colors and bridal lingerie for play parties or that I enjoy feigning innocence in the midst of doing something depraved. I like being the one sweet little outfit in a sea of leather and fishnets. I like feeling impressionable and corruptible. I like how there’s something inherently a little more perverse about an outfit like that than a mesh bodysuit.
I’ve spent a lot of time shaming myself about the stuff I’m into or finding places to draw arbitrary lines where “this” is okay and “this” isn’t. I’ve done a lot of useless work of sorting through which taboos are still acceptable and which are simply just too far. Frankly, it’s just gotten counterproductive and exhausting.
So, yeah, I’m a little sick. But I am getting better at accepting these facets of myself.