He calls me “little girl” sometimes. Not in a sexual way. No, no – sexually, I’m cunt, bitch, whore, slut, and afterwards, pet and Good girl. God, just thinking about those names makes me wet.
“Little girl” refers to those moments when I stop the strong, ball-busting persona I created long ago and blush because He called me beautiful. Or when I grin like a cheeseball because He said, “I love you.” That side of me comes out when I giggle or pout a little.
It’s a side of me that feels natural and yet, I’m self-conscious because it’s not a side I’ve let out before. When I feel like a little girl, I want to nuzzle against Him, I want to capture His full attention, I want to submit more than ever before, I want to be His completely.
Neither of us feels compelled to follow the D/lg dynamic. I don’t want to be “little girl” while He’s paddling my ass or fisting me. But in those softer moments, I tingle when He calls me a little girl.
I won’t even pretend to understand the Daddy/little girl element of D/s. More power to you if that’s your thing, it’s just not mine. But those moments when He compares me to a little girl do something to me I don’t fully understand.
And then I have those moments that I can’t figure out if it’s the woman in me or the little girl in me taking control:
When I sent Him this today, I only wanted to make Him smile. It worked.
The question I ask myself: did the little girl in me do that or what?
It is my thing and it does come out of me during sexual acts. I don’t pretend to understand it, but it’s in me. Big time.
I like the feeling when we’re in the vanilla world…it’s amazing…but I love who I am sexually, so I can’t imagine any other way…different strokes for different folks, right?
I like it in both settings. It’s not something I turn to all the time sexually, but it has happened and I liked it. Absolutely on the YKINMK. There are lots of things I don’t have any desire to do.
Me too! I’ve got a growing list of hard limits…and a growing list of, “Please Sir, can we try this?” 🙂
I’m excited and very nervous about all there is to try.
True that! I had to explain to Sir that on some things, He would just have to push me until I used our safeword – don’t ask me my opinion beforehand, because nerves will ALWAYS stop me…
I don’t want to know ahead of time. I really don’t.
HA! I have that same bra!
Sir and i sometimes play Daddy and babygirl…there is just a part of me that loves it. i love the innocence, the cuddling, the…sweetness of it. and i don;t have to “act.” i just…morph into little girl speak and little girl mannerisms and have a sudden urge to hug a stuffed animal.
It’s a GREAT bra, right? 🙂
We don’t get that far…it’s definitely kept in the vanilla world for us…everyone’s got their thing, right?
when I pout both my ex-s would laugh and gently touch my upper lip. they saw the little girl in me. lol.
I think I like this side of myself…
it seems our “little girls” could be friends. Lol.
Love this post … thanks for sharing.
I love this,because I’m like you when that little part shows it’s head just a small bit,I feel like it doesn’t need to be out too long. I have too much to manage,but love to melt if even for a brief moment.
Over the years I’ve grown more comfortable with this side of myself but I still don’t (and can’t) let it show too much.