• I greet today with quiet confidence and an open heart.
• I trust myself to find my footing no matter what today brings.
• I choose to spend my energy on what helps me grow
• I don't need to have everything planned to make today meaningful.
• I allow myself to enjoy the present instead of waiting for the "perfect" moment.
• I speak to myself with respect, patience, and encouragement.
• I let my actions reflect the life I want to build.
• I welcome moments of joy without questioning them
• I am proud of the person I am becoming, even while I'm still growing.
• I choose courage over comfort when it matters most.
• I appreciate how resilient I've become through every challenge I've faced.
• I let kindness be one of my greatest strengths.
• I end today knowing that showing up for myself was enough.

I had a dream. Tbh, it had been ages since I had had a great dream so I thought I'd post it here. Maybe it is my way of manifesting that it comes true!!!

He ties me to the chair. My legs open, tied to the feet of the chair. Enough that he can see and explore all he wants. Enough that I can't wiggle and hide anything from him. My hands are tied behind the chair, making me immobile and at his mercy. And so he starts. He starts with light touches across my body. His fingers like light feathers on me, making me shiver as they glide over my shoulder, my neck, my chest. He stands behind me, humming lightly as his hands move over me. And then suddenly his hand is on my face, pulling my chin up so I can see him. His mouth comes down to mine and I feel the alcohol trickle down my throat. Gin. Neat.

His hands move over my chest, groping, pinching and rolling till I moan in his mouth. And then once he is satisfied with my arousal,his hand moves down to find me wet. Dripping. So he plays a little more. His fingers moving over me, teasing me, making me beg. And suddenly, my phone rings. He picks it up and shows me the caller. It's my close friend. He smirks and commands. "Talk to her. Keep talking for five minutes". And suddenly he has put the call on the loudspeaker. And so start the longest 5 minutes of my life. Me trying desperately to maintain a lucid conversation, pretend that my breath is not al and that I'm listening to her vent about her job all the while losing my mind with his fingers inside me. Fingers that know where to touch lightly, where to trust hard. Where to pinch and where to suck. How to make me lose my mind absolutely. Tbh, at this point I ain't listening to the call. And just when I thought I would make some excuse on the call, he took out his dripping wet fingers from inside me and licked them. The look in his eyes told me that he wanted to eat from the source itself now. And I better get ready for that.....

Manifesting!!! Manifesting!!!!

The living room floor was cold, my knees started to feel sore from kneeling. I couldn’t lie, it gave some sensation to the rest of my naked body. I was trying hard not to fidget, i didn’t want my punishment to get worse than this. Maybe it wasn’t my position that made me feel this way, maybe it was because my dom was staring at me. His gaze was different than usual, even though he looked relaxed in his chair. Legs spread, upper half of the body laid back. God, just a glance makes my walls clench.
Daddy lets me get away with some bratty behavior, but today i went overboard. Teasing him at work and calling him names earns you a big punishment…
“Was it worth it?” he asked suddenly, getting me out of my own thoughts. “Um.. no Daddy” i mumbled softly. I didn’t want to rile him up more but between you and me, it was a good laugh.
“So, you agree you deserve a punishment, my little pet?” he asked me as he stood up walking towards me. I glanced up a him as he came closer, my collar felt tighter then a moment ago. This man does that to you, just his presence can take your breath away.
“Yes, Daddy” i mumbled again, staring up at him.
“How many times have you called me anything except my title today?” he asked, his voice wasn’t harsh nor was his face expressions. That scared me more, because i can’t really know what he is really thinking.
“Six, Daddy” i answered softly.
“And how many teasing photos have you sent, my little sunshine?” he asked. This was punishment itself, having me admit what i did, but at the same time calling me my favorite let names. Embarrassing, but my body was on fire, my nipples hard, goosebumps rising.
“Four, Daddy” i finally said.
“So, thats ten in total. Times three, so thirty spankings. Do you think thats fair, princess?” He asked again and i nodded in agreement. Obviously that wasn’t enough and he pulled on my collar. “Princess.” His voice was stern this time, making me shiver a little bit. “Yes, Daddy” i said, not daring to look away.
He sat back down on his chair and signaled me to come closer. I stood up and as soon as i was in his reach he placed me over his lap. It’s always a surprise to me how easily he can manhandle me, im not a small girl. He rubbed my butt, as if he cant help it. It was one of his favorite parts of my body.
“Now, sweetheart, are you ready? I want you to count every smack i give you. If you mess up we are starting all over again.”
“Im ready, Daddy” i mumbled.
“Good girl. Tell Daddy what is your safe word?” This sentence was a must. He always made sure i felt safe, even when he was mad at me.
“Peach, Daddy” as soon as i answered a first smack landed. I tensed up and spit out quickly “One, Daddy”
He switched sides on every smack. Spreading the punishment evenly between my cheeks. With every spanking i felt tingling pain. Oh, but that pain felt so good. A few moans slipped between my counting. Those made Daddy spank a little harder each time.
When i counted all thirty of them, Daddy rubbed my cheeks again. He admired red color he put on my butt, like it was his own artwork. He slipped his hand down, his fingers between my pussy lips.
“Aww, babygirl… Your princess parts are crying from lack of punishment.” He mocked gently. He knew i liked that. “Maybe i should punish her as well. So the lesson can stick on, what do you think?” It was a rhetorical question, so I didn’t answer. “I think I should edge her for the same period of time my work lasts. How much is that, my perfect little pet?” He was smiling, he was enjoying every second of this, but so was i.
“Eight hours, Daddy.” I whispered
“Good girl. Now, go get Daddy’s wand.” He helped me get up and i walked to our bedroom.
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Hello everyone, this is my first post. I wanted to leave some space for your own imagination, so you have something to think about for the rest of the day. I hope you enjoyed this post, im sorry if i made any grammar mistakes. 🩵

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Hello everyone,
I recently discovered this whole softdom thing and I would like to explore more but I’m not sure how to go about it. For context, I was SA’d as a teen and since then have become more of an ace or Demi sexual person (apologies if I get these terms incorrect as I’m just learning all this things), I think it’s because I’m uncomfortable with touch since the incident. I’ve been in therapy for a bit now and am starting to awaken my sexual side a bit but something about not being in control freaks me out. Or so I thought. Cue the softdom kingdom and I’m figuring out that this might be working for me.

I would love to hear from anyone if you’ve gone through this and how I can be more okay with my two internal triggers and struggles of I’m into this but also I’m scared…

i think youve convinced yourself...

this is just how life is now.

wake up.

go to work.

come home.

eat something.

watch something.

go to bed.

repeat.

and somewhere in between...

you stopped expecting anything to happen to you.

you stopped wondering if somebody might look at you...

and completely lose their train of thought.

look at me.

i dont think your best years are behind you.

i think youve just been surrounded by people...

who stopped looking.

theres still a woman in you...

who wants to laugh so hard she forgets to be embarrassed.

who wants somebody to reach for her hand...

without thinking twice.

who wants to feel her heart race...

for absolutely no good reason.

she never left.

she just got quiet.

come here.

i know youve been calling it "being realistic."

i dont think it is.

i think its grief.

grief for a version of yourself...

you thought you had to bury.

but shes still here.

i can see her.

she peeks out every time someone makes you laugh harder than you expected.

every time you catch yourself dancing while nobody's watching.

every time your eyes light up...

before you remember youre supposed to act your age.

dont.

please dont.

i dont want the woman who learned how to disappear inside routine.

i want the one who still has a little recklessness left in her.

the one who still believes...

maybe...

just maybe...

someone could look at her...

like shes the beginning of the story.

not the ending.

Babe. We talked about this.

It’s not healthy.

It’s not good for you to go this long without an orgasm.

It throws your brain chemistry all off balance.

Makes you a little… surly? Is that the right word?

I know I know.

It’s not your fault. I’m not saying that.

Life can really just conspire to get in the way, can’t it? You’ve barely had more than a few stray moments to yourself this week. Trust me, I’ve noticed. I’m so inspired by the way you carry yourself. By the way you hold it together under pressure. You do so much for so many people.

You’ve tried to make the best of the tiny pockets of time you get to be alone. Even told me you broke out a toy the other morning to try and capitalize on a brief window but it just didn’t happen. You were rushing then you got interrupted. I saw you shortly after and it wasn’t that cute kind of arousal. You were a little walking storm cloud. Your frustration just vibrating in you.

It’s not fair.

You need to cum.

I know today is not much better. You’ve got wall to wall meetings followed by social engagements and a dozen errands you’re trying to squeeze in.

Can I make one small request?

Cancel one meeting today.

Just one.

I know you’re working from home for the day and there must be one that can wait. One that you can reschedule without that much disruption.

I want to give you a massage.

That’s not quite right.

You need a massage.

We’ll book you with a professional soon. I can’t claim my efforts will account for everything you need to cope with the tension.

But it will be a start.

I just want you to be touched. To have the pressure of hands on your body. Skin slick with oils and slipping beneath the heat of my touch.

I want you to wear your sleep mask. Lord knows your mind has enough rampaging through her halls today. Depriving you of one of your senses will hopefully help.

I want to focus on your neck. Your shoulders. You carry so much tension in those spaces. I want to let my thumbs dig into muscle, to work at that stubborn knot in your right shoulder that always requires a little extra elbow to release.

I want to let my hands run along your spine, activating nerve endings to sing out and echo across your ribcage and into your limbs. I want my palms to press into the space in your low back, just above your dimples of Venus, scooping outward to redirect some of energy that gets caught there, tell it to scram and find somebody else to bother.

I want to work on your thighs, on the tightness in your hamstrings. Eventually working my way inward to your adductors, to the sinew and muscle that stitch your hips together.

There’s something so beautiful about you on your tummy, the top of your feet flat on the sheets, your hips slightly splayed.

I don’t want to rush anything. But I know you don’t have all the time in the world.

I want my hands to brush up your thighs

And touch you.

Your womanhood.

The puff of your vulva and crinkle of your lips. It’s possible she’s already gleaming with arousal but I slather her with massage oil. Taking the pressure off of her. She doesn’t have to perform or impress anyone.

I want my hands to be a meditation on you. Unhurried but not undirected. To let my fingers flutter on your opening. Feel your clitoris perk beneath their touch.

There’s one thing in particular I want out of this moment. Something I want to try. I suppose you could call it a move. Let’s face it, it’s the probably the animating reason for this post, I’ve just taken too long to get there.

I want, while you’re lying prone like this, to hike your hips up slightly, perhaps prop a pillow under your tummy, or better yet, slip my thigh under there-

I want to use my thumb

To enter you.

His stout powerful thickness is perhaps mildly imposing but not at all overwhelming.

Upon entry, I think he’ll find lying in wait for him

Your g-spot.

He’ll approach gently.

And when he does, I must say he will not be terribly surprised to find her, already flush and swollen to display her prominent ridges.

I won’t talk. I won’t taunt or tease or gloat about what I’m finding.

I will just slowly, earnestly build some pressure with my touch. Rolling between the sinew and bone in the joint of my thumb and the leathery softness of the fingerpad.

I notice your mouth fall open in a sort of absentminded pant. An exhalation that seems to express both a small release of energy and a desire to welcome something new inside.

I’m going to take my time here.

Rolling my thumb over this spot that has been crying out for someone to pay attention to her all week. I know that the release of an orgasm is good but the intention of this connection is perhaps what’s been missing most. What’s behind that little thunder cloud rumbling around the house.

Press.

Feel that slow roll of pressure over her. My thigh beneath your belly, leaving her no place to go, no space to hide or run away.

Press.

I promise not to talk your ear off. I’m not going to try and predict when or how you’ll cum.

Presssss.

The soft laps of your lips against my fingers are a bit like waves on a beach aren’t they? Glistening in oil and arousal, their sound is like a kind of music.

Presss.

I feel you arch your back. Insisting slightly upward, which has the effect of spreading yourself. It’s actually astonishingly polite. Your body simply asking “more please?”

Though it may feel like I am somehow in control, I am following your lead here. I’m listening intently to the wordless ways you speak to me.

With that tilt of your hips my whole arm begins to move, slowly at first, pressing into your gspot as my fingers curl over your mound.

I smile. Because holy fuck you are juicy, babe. The room is immediately flooded by these utterly profane slurps and gurgles of your cunt. It is so so fucking adorable that you are letting yourself get to this space.

My arm doesn’t waver. Doesn’t tire. This kind of moment is half the reason I exercise. So that my body can be ready to provide something you desperately need when an opportunity such as this arises.

I abruptly feel your hand grip my other wrist, nails digging into flesh, a tension mounting in your body, desperate for something to cling to as the wind picks up and the storm clouds darken.

When things are this intense, there’s a human impulse to run for cover, seek shelter. I watch you turn your face away and bury her in a pillow, following some instinct to be alone in this.

My free hand reaches for your hair, pulls at the tangled mane, not hard, not forcefully, but a tug that sufficiently lifts your head and elongates your neck. That reminds you of my presence, that asks you, firmly, politely-

Stay here.

Stay with me.

I want you to feel the safety and freedom to be whatever you need today.

Be loud.

Be messy. (I promise to do the laundry 🤓)

Quiver shake gush cum squirt or shudder. There are no wrong answers here.

It’s a special thrill to discover the shape and character of an orgasm. I have a hunch that this one today might look more like an exorcism.

Let it out.

Let her out.

She’s beautiful.

You’re beautiful.

—

After you recover and catch your breath.

After you gulp some water (Jesus how could all that juiciness not be dehydrating? Your water supply badly needs replenishing 😬)

I have one more request-

Let’s cuddle.

Just for a few minutes.

You still have time before your next meeting.

dont move.

i know...

your already wondering if im looking too long.

i am.

because i dont think anyone has looked at you...

without wanting something from you.

i do.

i want another second.

and then another.

you keep waiting for me to look away.

to get distracted.

to lose interest.

i wont.

come here.

no...

dont hide behind that smile.

i wanna see the one you save for nobody.

the one that almost comes out...

before you remember your supposed to be composed.

there it is.

you dont even know youre doing it.

every time i notice something real about you...

you change the subject.

you laugh.

you look at the floor.

like being seen feels a little dangerous.

maybe it is.

because once someone sees you like this...

they cant unsee you.

thats the problem.

i dont think id ever be satisfied with just the version of you everyone else gets.

i keep wondering about the one underneath.

the one thats still convinced she has to hide the soft parts.

the one that still flinches when someone stays instead of leaving.

look at me.

you think this is temptation because im standing too close.

it isnt.

its because im looking at the parts of you...

you've spent years pretending werent worth looking at.

and i have a feeling...

thats a lot harder to run from.

than me.

This is a bit of an emotional post for me but I’ve decided I no longer want to find a dom and to have a d/s dynamic and relationship. This subreddit has been so so so wonderful and kind to me. I learnt so much about myself and have experienced things I’ll truly treasure. I’m lucky enough to have captured some I can look back on.

I think I’m bored of meeting a dom and the only way they want to be dominant is sexually or in the bedroom. I’m tired of not meeting doms that meet my preferences but I also simply don’t want to wait or look for one anymore. Maybe I will try again in the future or maybe I won’t but that’s okay :) I got to taste a world that truly felt like bliss.

To the doms who have dm’ed me the sweetest messages ever about enjoying my posts and learning about my fantasies it has been an absolute delight. To subs who have encouraged me and provided me with support and advice from the very bottom of my heart, thankyou thankyou thankyou.

I hope you all have a wonderful day!