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!
Normally when I get particularly down or depressed I go numb in a way. I don’t feel much. That includes my sex drive.
With everything that had happened this week and last, Master thought it might help relieve some stress if I got to cum. He gave me permission to do so, yet I turned it down. I always had this sense that it wouldn’t help…
Master and I played last night. I didn’t cum (I was aroused but you know… ) and He didn’t touch me. I however got to do what I have craved and longed for. It had been a little while and Master knew that. He wore me down, exposed me, asked me what I was for and who I belonged to. What my mouth, my tongue, my hands, my breasts, my body was for. He told me my body was His… I told Him completely. He then said said those words….
“serve me.”
It was different this time. I had missed it so much that I didn’t want it to end… I wanted to feel, nuzzle, lick, suck and explore for as long as I could. Long, drawn out… Slow. At this moment nothing else mattered. Nothing but Him. I served so dutifully, soft yet passionately. I put my everything into it. He made sounds that I had never heard from Him before. It was amazing. It was raw. It was us.
When He came I could tell that I had that blissful, peaceful look on my face. My worries had disappeared at that moment and He marked me as his. Owning me. God, I can’t describe it. All the drugs in the world couldn’t make me feel as high as I felt then. Even now… Hours and hours after, I still feel that floaty feeling. Yes the worries are still there, but I feel as if a weight has been lifted… I’m not dragging my feet quite as much.
He asked me if I was happy. I told Him I was… And He said he was too. :)
I still haven’t cum (it is going on 6 days now and right now I don’t even mind) but seeing my Master that happy, that full of pleasure, made me feel so happy and proud. I lost a little inhibition last night. Playing while stressed or depressed or sad isn’t selfish. It isn’t a negative… It can be a calming and mind cleansing experience.
Thank you Master for teaching me two lessons last night. I honestly and truly hope that you were happy and that you know how happy I am to willingly be on my knees in front of you as your doting slave girl. Thank you.
Little one
Xx