My Kinky Thoughts. . .

Good.  Still locked.  Still sturdy… still sleeping.  My good girl, my princess.  You’re not going anywhere.  It took me so long to find you, to find a girl who was just what I always wanted. 

 You’ll love it here, with me, eventually.

Still locked here as well.  Wonderful.  Is someone learning to behave?   It will be so much nicer for you when you do.  I want to spoil you rotten, I want to give you all the toys and treats my heart desires for you. 

 You, of course, don’t know what you want yet.

Diapers were never part of my plan for you, but part of me is glad you kept trying to escape through the bathroom window.  They look so cute on your bottom, and now you never need to leave your room!  I’ll bring you food, I’ll bring you bottles for you to drink…

You’re just so precious… you make me so happy.  I love you so very, very much.  The world is much too scary for one as delicate and pretty as you.  You were withering in that job, selling coffee to selfish fools day in and day out. 

They couldn’t appreciate you.  

But I can.

I worship you.  I adore you.  I will dote on you, spoil you, give you everything you need, as long as you’ll be my precious, perfect princess. 

 You can have whatever toys you want, whatever pacis, all the cutest diapers and dresses.  Everything your heart desires.

Yes, diapers were absolutely the best idea.  Look how cute you are!  And it makes it so clear that you’re far too fragile, far too delicate and helpless to ever survive without me. 

 I saved you. 

 Time to wake up, sweetie.

Wake up, princess.  My precious.  Oh my, your eyes are so pretty when they’re wide.  They’re perhaps the prettiest part of you.  Don’t get me wrong, every part of you is beautiful - your legs, your breasts, your nose, your lips… but your eyes are so special. 

 Let’s check you…

It doesn’t look like you need a change yet… you’re barely wet.  Of course, it’s hard to tell with how thick these are. 

Shh.. no.  No, I’m not going to give you thinner diapers.  These are perfect. 

Hmm?  Oh, if you want a change now, you know what you have to do.  Yes, that.

Oh my.  Someone’s sulking.  Are you my pouty princess today?  Is your dress not pretty enough?  Did you lose your precious paci? 

What’s wrong, sweetie - I’ll give you any candy or toy you want, you have but to ask.  Show me that you can be my good girl.

Aww, someone’s fussy.  There there, sweetie.  You’re so cute, my dim little girl thinking she’s going to break that chain with her tiny princess hands. 

Sweetie, you’ve tried that every day this week.  It’s not going to work.  Be good, relax.  I just want to look at you a while.

Princess, no.  That’s enough.  Stop pulling, you’re going to hurt yourself.  You certainly aren’t going to hurt that chain, it’s made to hold much stronger slaves than you. 

Princesses.  Princesses, not slaves.  Shhh..  Calm down.  Be good.  I love you. 

I love you so much… 

That’s enough!  I said that’s enough!  Kimberly, you settle this instant or.. 

I don’t CARE that you had a different name before. You’re my precious Princess Kimmy Doll now. 

I’m getting quite cross with you, princess. Do you need another week in the straitjacket? 

Be! 

Good!!

Much better.  Yes.  Stand.  Show me your pretty diapers.  Good girl.  Yes, you can be good if you try.  Just obey, Kimmy.  Just do as you’re told, sit and be pretty.  

Your life could be so wonderful if you just stop fighting all the time… 

Oh my but those are thick…

Aww, is my princess wetting right now?  Good girl.  You know, I never realized I wanted a diapered princess before.  I’m so glad you showed me this, made me put you in these. 

You’re just so ADORABLE.  I think I’ll keep you in them forever. 

Don’t cry, sweetie… shhh… shhhh…

Forever’s not such a long time after you get used to them.  After you learn to love your diapers.  How thick they are, how soft and comfortable they are.  How safe you feel in them.

…shhh… I know you hate them now, but you’ll love them eventually.

After all, the only time you’re getting out of one is when I’m going to put you in another.

I never realized how wonderful it would be, having a diapered princess to care for.

Thank you sweetie.

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When I was 10, my mom made me wear a bra and it felt like a punishment for being different.

When I was 10, I took the bra off when changing for gymnastics and accidentally dropped it in the school hallway. A teacher picked it up and said, “Oh, this must belong to you” and handed it back to me in front of everyone. I quit gymnastics.

When I was 11, I thought maybe the boobs would be okay so long as they didn’t get any bigger than would fit in my hand, so I kept measuring it, but they did.

When I was 12, I started wearing two or three sports bras to smush them down, until one day a classmate said, “Are you wearing two bras?!” while laughing.

When I was 13, a boy told me he wanted to squeeze my boobs “until they popped.”

When I was 14, I got cast in a play as an older character and a classmate told me I got the role because I had boobs.

When I was 17, my mom told me to return a swimsuit because it would be too distracting for my boyfriend’s father.

When I was 21, I got properly fitted for a bra and everyone felt the need to tell me how much better my boobs looked.

When I was 26, I got pregnant and my immediate fear was that my boobs would get bigger.

When I was 28, I got shamed for trying to feed my screaming baby in public without a cover.

When I was 28, people asked me “why are you bothering to use a breastfeeding cover?”

When I was 30, people gave me weird looks that I wasn’t yelling at my kid for putting their hand on my boob.

When I was 31, I avoided going to the beach or pool because I didn’t want to have to deal with boobs in a swimsuit.

When I was 32, I got asked, again, “why don’t you get a breast reduction?”

When I was 33, I watched a 5yo girl get shamed for running around in sweltering heat without a shirt on and had to reprimand a bunch of tween boys who thought it was okay to shame her for doing something they do all the time.

When I was 34, my kid kept patting my breast and saying “Mommy’s squishy breast!!” They will never see me express any shame about tits, because I want them to have a different mindset than I had. Yes, boobs are nice! They’re squishy! They’re fun! That’s the end of that.

I’m 35 and no longer give a fuck. I don’t care anymore. As a teenager my tits were covered in stretch marks. They’ve been engorged with milk. My nipple changed shape with pregnancy. Give it another couple decades and my breasts will probably be all wrinkly. It’s sexual when I’m using it sexually. I don’t fucking care, and I won’t be ashamed anymore. 

Every time a policy or cultural hangup treats people with breasts differently, it fucks us over. 

Tumblr’s new policy makes an active choice to participate in this culture of shame. By classifying “female-presenting nipples” as explicit material, Tumblr has taken a stance that any chest or breast that differs from a male default is worthy of shame and unavoidably sexual. The idea that breasts are shameful and unavoidably sexual is exactly what fucked me up for so much of my life.

We all need a site that will listen.  We all need a space that cares about the users.  That’s why we’re creating an alternative to Tumblr.  It’s called…

Care Space is an upcoming social media platform made for people in communities that are being cracked down on by Tumblr.  We know that the feelings of comfort and freedom on a site like Tumblr can’t be matched on any other social media platforms out there, so we want to create a safe place for people who wish to create all kinds of alternative content.  We want people to be able to express themselves without fear.  

We need to secure funding to make it happen, so we would greatly appreciate if you would spread this post around like wildfire to let everyone know about our Patreon.  

If we want a chance at growing a community and everything, we need as many people as possible.  We want to rely on users for funding so we will feel more obligated to serve you all in the best way possible.  The site will not be locked behind a paywall, we just need donations to get up and running.

Feel free to PM us.  We want to get in contact with as many people as possible so we can do this right.  We’ll be posting more info on this blog, on Patreon, and on our site-specific blog.  Be sure to follow us wherever you can so you can stay up to date.  (We’ll also try to have a Twitter account up and running soon.)

The site is expected to be up and running as soon as we come close enough to our goal on Patreon.  If 100 people pledge to donate 1 dollar per month, we’ll be all set, so I really hope we can make it happen.  

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