James And Lily

Use your words baby

Me: Daddddddyyyy

Daddy: yes kitten

Me: iiiiiii waaaant

Daddy: want what? Use your words

Me: * DINOSAUR NOISE *

Daddy: oh geez

How bedtime turns into playtime . . .

Daddy: Alright princess, it's nearly bedtime, let's go put on your jammies.

Princess: Nope! I'm a grown up and grown ups don't have bedtimes!

Daddy: Oh really, so you're an adult, you are not my perfect little princess?

Princess: Nope! I'm an adult grown up person who doesn't belong to anyone!

Daddy: *pushes me up against a wall* Hmm, that's upsetting. *moves hand in between my legs and beings rubbing* Well then who's princess parts are these?

Princess: M-m-m-mine. *blushes*

Daddy: Oh I guess I should stop playing then since they aren't mine. I don't want to play with someone else's toy. *removes hand*

Princess: Wait . . .

Daddy: Wait? Why? Are those perhaps, MY princess parts?

Princess: Well, maybe they need some convincing *giggles*

Daddy: *begins rubbing again*

Princess: *pushes into Daddy's hand* Oh . . .

Daddy: You are my naughty little slut, aren't you princess?

Princess: Yes, Daddy.

Daddy: And these are my princess parts, aren't they?

Princess: *moans* Yes, Daddy.

Daddy: That's right, and I can do anything I want with them. I can tease this little clit for hours and I can even . . . *slides finger inside*

Princess: Oh, Daddy, please. Please, please, please.

Daddy: Aww, does my naughty little slut want to cum?

Princess: Yes, Daddy. Please.

Daddy: I don't know, you were a bad little girl. Saying you don't belong to me. I don't think bad little girls get to have cummies.

Princess: I promise I won't be bad ever again, Daddy. Please, I will be your perfect little princess.

Daddy: This will serve as a reminder of who you belong to, Princess. *continues to move finger*

Princess: Oh, Daddy, can I please cum? Please.

Daddy: Cum for me, Princess.

Princess: *begins to cum violently* Oh, Daddy, I'm sorry. I belong to you. I'm yours.

Daddy: That's a good girl. *grabs throat and leans in close* Don't you ever say you don't belong to me. You are MY princess.

Princess: *smiles* Yes, Daddy.

Daddy: *kisses forehead* Now, go put on your jammies. It's past your bedtime.

Which of these do you relate to?

do you remember the night you came home from work crying harder than the clouds were? i took your blushed cheeks into my hands then kissed every tear away before your raincoat left your body. i guided you to our couch after your broken voice insisted being held would make the night slow down. you sat patiently as i undressed you with a shiver running through your body every so often. taking hold of both ankles gently, i shifted you onto your back & proceeded to place you into your favorite pink butterfly onesie. before zipping up the pajamas, i trailed kisses up your tummy for a smile. the sides of your mouth reluctantly upturned as rouge tears entered the valleys of your lips. my hand clutched a warm bottle just in time for your fingers to latch onto my wrist. while easing the silicone into your mouth, i picked up your favorite stuffed animal in attempts to diminish your sour day. hiding behind his soft fur, i gave him a comedic voice that sent you soaring into a positive head space. muffled giggles filled the room as milk started dripping down your chin: you couldn’t keep the bottle in your mouth any longer due to laughter. after letting out a few chuckles myself, i cleaned you up with a damp washcloth then put a pacifier back between your teeth. with whatever upset you now running far behind, the night slowly faded; your glassy irises never left mine until your eyelids stole them away. deep sleep entered your brain just as fast as your tears once fell… do you remember the night i fell in love with that little world of yours?

(via @whispymilk)

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Been reading ur blog. U need to stop calling urself a dom. All this lovey crap makes real doms sick. A sub is not for respecting and loving. A sub is for using and thats what they like. Its fine that u love ur girl, just dont call urself a dom. Real doms show dominance, use there sub and leave her laying like the cunt slut she is. Bein all sweet, and all that does is give her power over u, which makes u not a dom.

Hi there, Anon. I almost didn’t even dignify this with a response, but I think you’ve actually given me a good opportunity to say something that new doms need to know, so kudos to you. 

First and foremost, let’s establish something right here and now: You don’t get to tell me what I am, and you are damn sure not the leading authority on what does and does not constitute a dominant. For the record, I didn’t wake up one day and decide to be a dom. I never even thought of myself that way until I met belovedsangi 10 years ago. I always had the characteristics of a dom, sure, but I didn’t ever put that title on myself. That title was given to me by my submissive. SHE is the one who wanted to call me Master, and Sir, and sometimes Daddy. I never told her to do these things. But of course, you probably think I am making your point for you and that if I were a REAL domly dom, I would’ve demanded those things. 

And that’s where you have a fundamental issue understanding the meaning of the title. So let me help you with that. 

A dom does not demand respect. He conducts himself in such a way as to be worthy of respect. 

A dom does not bark commands. His presence is such that he can seduce and command with nothing more than a glance. 

A dom does not raise his voice. He is the kind of man who gets what he wants without needing to. 

A dom is not a braggart. He is possessed of a calm, quiet confidence that is evident in his demeanor, the way he walks, the tone of his voice, and all other aspects of him. 

A dom understands balance. He knows that while a firm hand and discipline are critical in this type of relationship, knowing when to be gentle and understanding is every bit as important. 

A dom is a gentleman first and foremost. That doesn’t necessarily mean that he is a fancy man who values the finer things in life, but he does understand manners and protocol. He opens the car door for her. He orders for her if she is having trouble deciding. He treats strangers with courtesy and respect. 

A dom is a protector. He makes sure that his submissive feels safe and protected at all times. This means so much more than just telling her you will protect her. A dom shows her. He keeps a hand on her shoulder or on her waist in crowds so she doesn’t get nervous. He sleeps on the side of the bed closest to the door so that he is always between his submissive and an intruder. He walks on the side of the sidewalk closest to the street so that an errant vehicle will hit him before his submissive. If anything or anyone should threaten his submissive, he must be prepared to fight for her with the ferocity of an alpha wolf. 

A dom earns her submission. It is not a thing to be demanded, expected, or assumed. And he continues to earn it, each and every day.  

A dom values her submission. Fully submitting your will and trusting your body and well-being to someone takes a kind of strength most can’t imagine, and a dom never loses sight of that. 

A dom understands that being a dominant is 10% privilege and 90% responsibility. He is literally taking her life into his hands. He is accepting the most sacred and important thing she has to give. He is taking her burdens and bearing them as his own, always, every day. 

A dom is consistent. He understands that he can’t just be her protector, lover, confidant, master, etc. when he feels like it. There will be days when a dom is tired. There will be days when he is stressed. There will be days when he is broken. On those days, it is more important than ever for a dom to show his submissive that he is still everything she needs him to be. 

So what does it mean, then, to be a dom? I get the feeling that you, anon, would say that it’s all about making her kneel, having your way with her, shouting orders and using her. Helpful hint: Any jackass can buy himself a whip and bark commands. That’s not a dom. Don’t get me wrong, I do absolutely have my way with belovedsangi. I love it when she kneels. I love the kinky, rough, mind-blowing sex we have. I love to dominate her in the bedroom. But for every moment of that, there are a hundred moments of holding her, of talking to her, laughing with her, gaming with her. There are a hundred moments of making her feel safe when she is afraid, giving her confidence when she is unsure, comforting her when she feels troubled. Those are all things that a dominant does too. 

I love my submissive more than I love oxygen. I love my submissive with a fire that can never be extinguished. I value her and respect her in every way. I treat her like a queen and fuck her like a slave. These things don’t make me weak. They don’t make me less of a dominant. These things make me stronger than you can possibly imagine. There is nothing quite so formidable as a dominant who has found the perfect submissive to fuel his fire. Never will you see anyone love so strongly or fight so fiercely. 

Bottom line, Anon, is this: you sound like a boy playing at being a man. You decided one day that you were sick of women having willpower and a voice of their own, so you decided to call yourself a dominant and seek out some weak-willed submissive who wouldn’t talk back to you or stick up for herself. You are not a dom. You are a jackass with a whip. Classic case of toodomforyou.

reblog and make a wish! this was removed from tumbrl due to “violating one or more of Tumblr’s Community Guidelines”, but since my wish came true the first time, I’m putting it back. :)