Daivia’s Blog Of Kinky Shit

…when we had enoughies..

thats when we lay down..

Physical proof of praise- Ever give your little a star sticker for doing so well? Littles love tokens, something that is a small thoughtful gift that says "I'm a good enby". Obviously I use physical homeworks to do this, but be creative. Take a picture of them winning a game and put it on your desk, make a little box with their playbill and put it in your office. Get silly with it! Write them a fake yelp review for chez behbeh, get them a ribbon for winning the "Daddy's best flower show".

Come here and show me- when your little is showing off to you, I want you to stop them and move them onto your lap, look them in the eyes give them genuine praise and listen carefully. This is more intimate and more hot.

Ask them- ask them questions in a praising matter, "who's my good boy?" Or "there's someone in this room that I should be proud of, do you know them?" Because they might need a little help praising themselves.

Here is the post for those who are interested

Most people take a gag as permission to be loud. Either because they take it as a challenge "try to silence me, I'll show you" or because they think it's going to muffle noise so they're free to be noisy. They'll be unintelligible of course but they will make all types of pretty noises.

Expectation is an incredibly powerful tool you can make use of. People like patterns, people like predictability, they like knowing what's going to happen. So make rules and follow them, make patterns and keep to them, be predictable and your sub will feel safe and comfortable with you, they will trust you more if they know what you're going to do and how you're going to react.

i want something frighteningly intentional.

i want you to choose me with both hands..look at me like you’ve already decided i belong to you and all that’s left is teaching my body how to admit it.

i want devotion that slips into obsession. sharpened intentionally..slow, deliberate..inevitable.

the kind that starts with easy things, memorizing my coffee order and ends with you knowing every quiet noise i make when i’m overwhelmed, every tender point of mine that could make me unravel and pliant in your hands if you wanted to.

and god, i want you to.

possessive without apology. ownership as intimacy..desire with teeth.

give me your attention..constant and all consuming and i’ll return it tenfold. 

yearning that feels almost devotional. like kneeling, an offering. i want you to map every inch of me with your fingertips until there is nowhere that hasn’t been touched by them..nowhere left secret.

not because i can’t exist on my own, in my mind.

I hiss as my back meets the wall a little harder than I anticipate.

Your hand is already beneath my thigh before I can even catch my breath, lifting my leg and wrapping it around your hip as you press me firmly against the wall with the weight of your body.

The kiss steals what little composure I have left. Deep and hungry and so unapologetically possessive that my mind slips just as easily as my body melts into you.

A low, hungry moan vibrates through your chest as your tongue slips past my lips, tasting me as though you cannot get enough, and the sound alone sends a shiver racing down my spine.

Your hand continues its slow journey down my side, tracing the fabric of my dress as it follows the curve of my waist before gathering the material with impatient fingers. Your hand slips beneath the front of my dark grey lace panties and the moment you discover exactly how much I’ve been wanting you, I feel your breath catch softly against my lips.

A broken, needy little please slips free before I can stop it, my hips already betraying me as they rock instinctively into your touch.

“Oh my god, babygirl,” you groan against my mouth, your voice rough with satisfaction. “You’re so fucking wet for Mommy already.”

Heat floods my entire body and my hips move again before I can stop them, seeking you again, and I love how easily you reduce me to this.

How you manage to unravel me in less than ten minutes remains entirely beyond me, but in this moment I do not care even a little.

All I care about is feeling you where I need you most. Letting you drain the chaos from my brain until there is nothing left but you.

I can already feel myself slipping into the familiar quiet you always seem to uncover in me. This one perfect, delicious moment where everything else falls away. The noise. The endless stream of thoughts. The weight of the day clinging stubbornly to my shoulders.

Your hand stills at the same moment you break the kiss and a desperate, frustrated whine escapes me before I can swallow it back down.

You meet my gaze and whatever I find there sends a thrill through me, my pulse stuttering beneath my skin. Hunger and desire, yes. But there’s something else too. Something darker and much more possessive. The look of someone who already knows exactly what they’re about to do to me.

I watch your pupils widen even more, the black slowly swallowing the warm brown I know so well as your hand slides up and closes around my throat.

You’re not pressing hard, just enough to guide, just enough to remind me who I belong to.

I know you can feel my pulse fluttering wildly beneath your palm and the thought alone makes my stomach tighten.

You tilt my head to the side and begin to trail your lips along my jaw, intentionally slow and deliberately wet and the sensation sends a shiver racing through me.

You tighten your hold slightly. Not enough to hurt. Just enough to make my body answer yours as heat gathers beneath my skin and spreads across my cheeks as my breathing grows uneven.

Your tongue traces the shell of my ear and I tremble beneath your attention. There is something about the way you touch me when you’re like this, something devastatingly intimate in the complete focus of it, as though the rest of the world has simply ceased to exist.

As though there is only this. Only me. Only us. Only your hands and your mouth and the quiet devotion hidden within your attention.

I can feel myself melting further beneath you, relaxing into the safety and certainty of you.

Your mouth finds the sensitive skin below my ear and goosebumps erupt across my body. Every single nerve ending in my body seems suddenly aware of you, and only you.

Your voice drops into a low, husky whisper against my neck just as you effortlessly push two fingers into me.

“Mmm….such a good girl,” you murmur. “So ready for Mommy.”

The praise settles deep inside me, warm and heavy and precious in a way I will never quite have the words to explain.

My eyes flutter closed as you curl your fingers just right, finding all those sensitive places inside me that have always belonged to you.