Time works differently in D/s. One year is one year, yes, but it is, if done right, far more intense (and as a result, far more volatile) than just the number of days. 

You’ve had bad days, I’ve seen. Far more than you deserved. But that fades away.

What I remember most prominently is something people forget. A small thing, that thing of rote that people don’t even notice after a while. Like the light outside that your father will always leave on when you’re going to be home late. Like passing the salt at dinner.

For one year you have knelt for me. Day after day. Every kneel mattered. It will always matter. On every day, even the bad ones, it matters.

Happy anniversary, little girl.

(PS: It was a leap year. The odd one.)

sophieslittlelife:

((So I wrote this little story about what a typical night is like for Daddy and me…so…I hope you like it because I love it ^_^ I mean, it’s not particularly well written or anything, but I love it because it’s our life and it makes me happy. Enjoy!))

The clicking and thudding sound of the door draws her from her lounging position on the couch, sitting bolt straight up even before she hears his voice.

“Princess, Daddy’s home…” 

With a delighted squeal, she nearly topples over the back of the couch to greet him.

“Daddy!” She extends her arms, fingers flexing and making grabby-hands. Quickly he wraps an arm around her waist as she all but flings hers around his neck. “Careful, pumpkin. Don’t fall. Don’t sit on the back of the couch like that, you could get hurt.” He carefully helps her to the ground. 

She bounces on her heels slightly as he goes about taking off his coat and hanging it up. Patience is not a virtue that she has quite gotten the hang of. 

 “Daddy, Daddy!” 

“Yes, Princess?” His voice is calm.

She tugs on his shirt sleeve “Daddy!” 

He laughs as he takes his shoes off by the front door. “Yes?” 

“Nothiiiiing,” She giggles a little. “I’m just so happy to see you!” 

“I’m happy to see you too, baby.” He kisses the top of her head and she whines, wrapping her arms back around his middle. “Let daddy get settled, alright?” 

Begrudgingly she lets go with a slight pout of her lips. He looks her up and down for a moment, since she’s finally standing (mostly) still. “Still in your big girl clothes, I see..” 

She nods, pulling at the offending professional attire that she is forced to wear as part of The Real World. This, thankfully, is no longer the real world. This is her world. Her’s and Daddy’s. 

Daddy has moved on to the bedroom and is changing into more comfortable clothes, sweats and a t-shirt. He motions with one finger for her to come to him and she complies.

He kisses her nose. “Arms up.” She lifts her arms and he removes her work top, then unbuttons her pants. She wiggles and they fall to the ground leaving her in a tank top and pink and white striped panties. 

He kisses her lips and playfully pats her on the bottom. “Go sit on the couch and watch Ponies. Daddy’ll run the bath.” 

Her eyes widen with unbridled joy. “Bubble Baths!” She’s resumed her bouncing. 

He chuckles and nods “Yes, bubble bath. Go sit.” 

A few short minutes later he returns to the living room to see her laid across the couch, thumb in her mouth, avidly watching an episode of My Little Pony that she’s seen at least twenty times but is no less mesmerized by it. 

“Bath time.” He tells her. She makes some dismissive noise, but doesn’t budge nor look away from the TV. He frowns. “Princess, bath time. Now, young lady.” 

“Ponies.” Is what he thinks she says around her thumb. 

“Ponies will be there after bath time. Now, or I’ll just carry you.” His voice is stern and she sighs dramatically before getting up. Her socked feet slide across the tiled floor as she attempts to pass him, but he knows her tricks and his reflexes are faster. He grabs her wrist and delivers one harsh slap to her backside. 

 “When daddy says now, you listen.” He tells her softly. She grumbles a response. “Excuse me?” His eyebrow goes up. 

“Yes Daddy.” She says, looking up at him through her thick eyelashes. He smiles and gives her butt a squeeze. “Good girl.” He leads her into the bathroom. 

My Little Pony is long forgotten once there’s a sea of fluffy white bubbles in sight and her happy dance begins. 

He laughs “Excited, wiggle butt?” 

She nods, eyes glued to the tub even as he pulls her shirt over her head, and when she leans against him for balance as he pulls her panties down and she steps out of them and her socks. 

“Okay baby. careful getting in the tub,” There’s a slight air of concern. She can be overly excited in this headspace and forget about safety. 

“I can do it.” 

“Hold onto Daddy so you don’t slip…” 

He holds her arm until she’s settled down, sitting cross legged in the warm water. Once she’s there, she lets out a high pitched giggle and gathers as much of the bubbles closed to her as she can. 

He laughs “Uh oh, where did my Princess go? She’s disappeared in all the bubbles!” 

She giggles some more “I’m right here, daddy!” she splashes around a little, sending water flying. 

“Careful, love. We want to keep the water in the tub, remember?” He reaches for the washcloth and soap. “Hmmm….what do we wash first?” She’s watching him with anticipation, dancing slightly and making waves. “How about your little princess arms!” 

She lifts the right arm out of the water and he starts to wash her, starting at the shoulder, down to the elbow and ending at her finger tips. Then gentle underneath. “Gotta get those pesky underside, right Princess?” 

She just giggles and nods in response. He gives the left arm the same treatment. Then both legs and feet, tickling her toes.

“And now your pretty little princess boobies, right?” He brings the cloth to her chest and massages her perky breasts, lathering them with soap. For all her innocent, childlike behavior she is still a beautiful adult woman that he loves and adores. This is the part of bath time that he particularly favors. “Good girl,” his voice has dropped slightly. No longer sing-songish, but slightly husky. “Now, up on your knees so daddy can wash your kitty, alright?” 

The warm water and lavender bubbles have done their job in calming her toddler-like energy and she obeys without a fuss, rising out of the water on her knees and spreading her legs. He gently washes her inner thighs, moving between her legs, and then back between her cheeks. She makes soft sighs and other content noises as he rubs the sensitive areas. “That’s a good girl.” He praises her. Once that’s done, he does a quick wash of her hair with shampoo and conditioner and then lets her lie back and relax. This part never takes long, as the heat has gone to her head and made her a little dizzy. 

She reaches for him “Dada…out…” 

He helps her stand and wraps her in a pink fuzzy towel before draining the tub. 

Back in the bedroom, once she’s been dried off, he lays the towel on the floor and she lies on her back on top of it. Powdered, diapered and now clothed in her pretty princess pajamas, she seems much more at ease. He helped her up.

“Say ‘ah’,” 

“Ah!” 

He pops her binky into her mouth and hands her her favorite, much loved stuffed Doggy.

There’s more cartoons to be watched and juice to be had out of her pink princess sippy cup. He makes dinner, which she insists she can eat on her own only to end up with a lap full of mac and cheese before he pulls her into his lap and takes matters, and her fork, into his own hands. 

After dinner is cleaned up, he asks “Are you sleepy?” 

“Nooooo…” She manages around her binky.

“Do you want to watch Tangled?” 

Her eyes light up “Yes! Tangled!” 

It’s a trick of course. She can’t make it through tangled without dozing off. The movie starts and she and her stuffed dog have made their way back into Daddy’s lap. 

They watch in silence until Daddy asks “Is Princess wet?” 

She wiggles a little in his lap, which does something pleasant that he may need to deal with later. “Noooo…” 

“Does daddy have to check?” 

“Nooo….” but she doesn’t seem sure. He gently grabs her padded bottom. Dry. 

“No potty?” He asks and she shakes her head “Nuh uh.” then puts her head back on his chest. 

The movie barely makes it halfway through before he’s sure she’s sleeping.

“Want to go lie down, pumpkin?” 

He gets only a halfhearted mumble in reply. 

He smiles fondly “Sleepy time.” 

She’s tucked into bed and the lights go off before he slides under the covers beside her. “Is there anything you want to tell daddy before night night kisses?” 

Sometimes there is. Sometimes she tells stories about her day or confides in him with some anxiety or another she’s been having. But mostly she shakes her head. “Daddy talk.” she insists as her fingers curl against his chest.

“Night Night kisses first.” He says, plucking the pacifier from her lips before kissing her mouth, then her nose and then her forehead. He replaces the pacifier “Binky kisses.” he kisses the plastic that now covers her lips and she giggles sleepily. Then he talks to her softly. Saying things like “Daddy’s favorite girl.” and “Beautiful Princess.” “I love you so much.” “So cute.” “The way your little butt wiggles when you’re happy…” And eventually she’s asleep.

“Night night, Princess.” 

Pretty adorbs…Sophie, you have a really sweet and patient Daddy. Super lucky, girl ❤️

princessrayofsunshine:

ddlgprincessintraining:

- Good morning texts to wake up to telling me how important and loved I am

- Good night texts to see before I fall asleep that remind me there is no place you would rather be than with me

- Random thinking of you texts that help to keep me little throughout the day; remind me that I am your princess, baby girl, little one, and/or kitten - remind me that I am irreplaceable

- A bed time routine so that I can have some sort of consistency in a world that is constantly changing

- Genuine praise over the pictures I slave, but also enjoy to color for you (Not just an, “Oh, that’s nice” or “I like it” - this leads me to believe you either don’t like it, or don’t care)

- Small surprises - whether it’s my favorite little space snack (frosted animal crackers), food from my favorite place (McDonald’s), my favorite flower (peonies), or something little like a sippy cup or a new paci

- Consistent, but not constant attention; I know that you have responsibilities and things to do, you are a daddy - but at the end of the day, I want to know that I am the center of your world

- Interest in my likes, dislikes, thoughts, hopes, and dreams; you should love not only little me, but big me as well

- Rules, discipline, and guidance; there are things that I struggle with or want to achieve and I need your help, remember, I’m little and my biggest wish is to become the person you will make me, so help me

- Help with the small day to day activities, nothing makes me feel more cherished than when you kneel before me to help me tie my shoe in the same manner that I kneel before you, with complete reverence

- Affection and physical touch; a pat on the head or a kiss on my forehead not only lets me feel your complete ownership over my mind, body, and soul, but also signifies your approval of my actions which is what I seek above all else

- And of course, stuffies, every little, ageplayer or not, requires stuffies. To hold, to play with, to sleep with - especially when Daddy is not around

I love this so much. It’s literally exactly what I want. And want to give, to someone

This…the commandments of Daddyhood. Pretty basic DD/LG stuff, but a great reminder for anyone who wants to be better for their little.

Little girl Christine and her brother John

sweetlittleeffie:

I’m ready to do custom content for you, just say the word

I’ll treat you right. I’m open to anything. The kinkier The better babe!

Kik @Itsjusteffie

Eine bärenstarke Überraschung – Plüschtierliebe mit Schnuller und Windel

Eine bärenstarke Überraschung – Plüschtierliebe mit Schnuller und Windel

Von Rebecca Valentin

Mit dem Zubereiten der Lasagne hatte Adrian sich besondere Mühe gegeben. Es kam nicht oft vor, dass er für seine Freundin zu Abend kochte, aber wenn er es tat, sollte es entsprechend gut werden. Zu den obligatorischen Bolognese- und Bechamelsoßen hatte er eine extragroße Menge Käse hinzugefügt – sogar an ein schokoladiges Cremedessert zum Nachtisch hatte er gedacht und dieses ebenfalls mit Liebe angerichtet. Vorsichtig stellte er die bis zum Rand gefüllte Auflaufform in den vorgeheizten Backofen, blickte anschließend zur Uhr und konnte ein Schmunzeln nicht verhindern, da er in exakt demselben Moment das Klicken des Schlosses seiner Wohnungstür hörte. Pünktlich wie immer, bemerkte er bestens gelaunt und machte sich auf, um seine Caroline mit einem Küsschen im Flur zu begrüßen.

Nachdem seine große Liebe sich, einer Gewohnheit folgend, die Schuhe abgestreift hatte, fielen Adrian wieder einmal die bunten Ringelsocken auf, die seine Freundin fast durchgehend an ihren Füßen trug. Selbst wenn er angestrengt zurückdachte, konnte er sich kaum an eine Begegnung mit ihr erinnern, bei der sie die fröhlichen Strümpfe nicht angehabt hätte. Über dieses Gesprächsthema war es auch geschehen, dass sich ein Einstieg ergeben und Caroline ihm vertrauensvoll von den kindlichen Ausflügen in ihre kleine Welt erzählt hatte.

Seit knapp zwei Jahren waren sie ein Paar und obwohl sie einander oft trafen, hatte sich an den tiefgehenden Emotionen der ersten Wochen nichts geändert. Nach wie vor flirteten sie ohne Unterlass miteinander, warfen sich verliebte Blicke zu und konnten die Hände kaum voneinander lassen. Sie küssten sich bei nahezu jeder Gelegenheit und genossen ihre erotischen Intimitäten über alles. Eine Ausnahme gab es allerdings: Es waren die besonderen, herzerwärmenden Situationen, in denen Caroline in ihren Little Space eintauchte. In jenen Stunden hatten Lust und Leidenschaft keinen Platz in ihrem Leben – diese Augenblicke, die sie so jung und unbeschwert wie eine Dreijährige fühlen ließen, waren voll von kindlicher Freude und den unschuldigsten Empfindungen.

Gern verwöhnte und umsorgte er seine Line, wie er sie in ihrer kleinen Welt liebevoll nannte, wie es dem schutzbedürftigen Kind entsprach, das sie in diesem Moment auslebte.
Bisher hatten jegliche Interaktionen dieser Art in ihrer eigenen Wohnung stattgefunden, so dass sie ausschließlich in ihrer vertrauten Umgebung zu seinem niedlichen Little geworden war. Jenes Umfeld hatte Adrian schon bei seinem ersten Besuch als auffallend lauschig erlebt, mit reichlich Spielzeug, jeder Menge Teddybären und anderer Stofftiere, an die Line sich für ihr Leben gern ankuschelte. Eine Plüschtierliebe, die sie mit einer Windel am Po und ihrem Prinzessinnen-Schnuller im Mund vollführte.
»Muss ich etwa eifersüchtig werden?«, hatte er seine Kleine irgendwann einmal spaßeshalber im Spiel gefragt, woraufhin diese ihn lediglich mit großen Augen angeschaut und weiter an ihrem Schnulli genuckelt hatte. Natürlich, jetzt versteht sie grad überhaupt nicht, was ich meine, war es ihm dann klar geworden und er hatte sich rasch wieder den Plüschtieren zugewandt, die sie so fest und innig in ihrem Arm hielt.

Damit er den Esszimmertisch decken konnte, war es notwendig, zuvor einige vollbeladene Kisten herunter zu räumen, die der junge Informatiker am Nachmittag im Vorbeigehen darauf abgestellt hatte. Ohne, dass ihm die signifikante Tragweite des Inhalts aufgefallen war, hatte er sie beiläufig abgesetzt und sich keine weiterführenden Gedanken über die darin befindlichen Gegenstände gemacht.

Caroline war ihm in den Wohn- und Essbereich gefolgt und im selben Augenblick, in dem Adrian den ersten Karton zur Hand nehmen wollte, erkannte sie, was sich in seinem Inneren befand. Ein Juchzer kindlichen Entzückens war ihre unwillkürliche Reaktion auf die niedlich-weichen Spielinhalte …

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Wir wünschen viel Freude beim Lesen oder auch Vorlesen dieser herzerwärmend niedlichen Little-Story.