Welcome to my little head space. This tumblr is a place for me to explore, vent and expose my wants, desires and thoughts into the world of BDSM.
I'm little one... a submissive little who craves discipline, loves my black wavy hair pulled, my curvy, chubby bum spanked, has a wicked cheeky grin and has a desire to please. I also love pretty girly things, cuddles, giggles, dancing and praise... I may be a good girl but I like to be told so.
This Tumblr will have nude pictures and sexual themes that may not be to everyones taste (BDSM etc). It is also intended for adults, so little kiddies are not welcome (over 18 only and NSFW). I may be shy and I may still be learning, but feel free to ask me questions or give me praise hehe!
Little One's Naughty Mind
See how Sir has been thinking of you.
Alone in his office, when people thought he was lost in work, he was thinking of pretty Miss. Thinking of parting her lips with his cock - and feeling her tongue snake around, smooth right down - to elicit the gasp she and he desires.
I couldn’t help but squeeze my cock through my suit, alive with the memory of you begging me to let you touch me over the pinstriped cloth. You knowing I was hot to the touch I wouldn’t let you have. Watching you cast me that pleading look, press your thighs together, say “please”
That throughout an important meeting I was thinking about fingering you, faster and faster, your knickers pulled aside, breathing heavily into my neck as you gripped me for dear life, your thighs spread in surrender.
Of how I was aware of how sticky my cock was against my underwear. Are you as wet in your knickers, pretty Miss?
You’re thinking about me wearing such a mask for so many people, yet my mind is alive with deflowering you.
Perhaps if I undo my belt. Unzip a little. Give you a peek.
Do you like seeing Sir so undone, Miss. Both in mind - and now in the physicality. You can see him throbbing under and against the cloth of his boxers. See how wet they are are for you. You did that. It’s all your doing.
I see you lick your lips, Miss, but - yet you’re not allowed. I won’t let you.
Perhaps if you close your eyes, then I will give you a taste. Skim my finger over the front of my boxers. Or perhaps reach under and smooth across the tip.
Then you must keep your eyes closed, move over to your bed - and let your imagination run wild. Imagine going further, think of me watching you.
Fingerfuck for Sir, think of taking him all in your mouth, deep in your naughtiest areas - and run wild.
Remove no clothing. Play over it. Under it.
These are Sir’s rules.
For Sir has been thinking about you.
And now Sir wishes to watch just how perverse your thoughts are of and for him.
Perhaps, in your darkness, Sir will play over you.
Mmmmm…. THIS, pet. Welcome to my day.
Oh. My. God. I have goosebumps and tingles and now problematic wet panties… Lol