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By toys I mean sfw ones. This feels like a dumb question, but I'm autistic and I've always really struggled with how to play, especially while alone (and especially with imaginative play I guess). I guess it feels like if there's no rules or structure or thing to work towards, or somebody to play with, then there's just kinda no point doing it?

It's really hard to put into words what I mean, but it feels like I end up doing not much at all when small. Just kinda laying around cuddling stuffies and watching things, but I see other people playing and enjoying themselves and it frustrates me that I just can't seem to do it? It makes me feel silly or not really little I guess or puts me in a weird headspace.

And just to be clear I'm not saying there's any problem with laying around with stuffies, I just wanna do more things and I don't have anyone to play with currently.

Im a little and the longer I talk to different doms the more I notice a lot of people fully se*ualize little space and I don’t like it at all, like I just wanna be taken care of and feeling safe enough to regress. Not in a dirty way, more in a nurturing caring way 😖 does anyone else also struggle with that?

Dressed up in the perfect outfit for the party. Well, now the canceled party.

It wasn’t Luna’s fault– something came up; she had to cancel it immediately and travel to handle a family emergency. Even if she didn’t spill about that part, I knew the importance anyway– otherwise she wouldn’t have done it. She knew how I’m an event gremlin and how I get when a wrench falls in my plans.

“I really wanted to go to that party.” I murmured, though, it came out more like a sad mumble. I guess it fit the vibe, you know, brooding on the couch.

A familiar, silky voice replied, “I know.”

Mommy always knew. She knew me like the back of her hand.

She was dressed up too, in the most pleasing dress that hugged her body so well. Eye candy, for sure.

But she was in the kitchen, digging through the pantry to spot something, and the crinkle was telling.

Sweet potato snacks?

Clacking.

Closer.

“But even when life happens, there’s always our favorite snacks to comfort us.” She hummed, offering the familiar, beloved, sweet treat to me.

Sweet potato snacks.

I gave a weak smile and took the red bag, fiddling with each piece in thought before it met its fate.

“Yeah…” I weakly agreed, the whole event–well how I intended it to go, replaying in my head– only for the whole constructed version to crumble, leaving standing outside awkwardly, much like a fashionably late guest who pondered whether they should just go home with little time left.

I looked down and frowned, my eyes scanning the scene around me as if I was looking for something physically, but really I was scanning internally. Trying to make sense of everything and recalibrate. It wasn’t easy.

“How about a date night at that restaurant you love, mhm?” She tip-toely suggested, taking a seat on the cushion next to me.
Sweet.

It was sweet.

She was sweet.

But that wasn’t what I wanted.

It wasn’t what I prepped myself for.

And maybe part of her already knew that.

The lover and logical side of me said yes. You spent all this time getting dressed up anyway– so you should just go out. It’d be fun. You’d enjoy it. She’d enjoy it.

But my heart and brain say no. I never minded being autistic on a day to day basis, I thought it gave me more whimsy and overall happiness in life, but today it was a sword used against me.

Change.

I never did good with change. Maybe I could cope on the outside and enthusiastically go along, but change is the match to the firewood in my chest.

I envisioned how our modified night would go, and the thought of it made my face wobbly and warm until tears spilled out.

Mommy noticed. She always did.

“It’s okay princess, we don’t have to. It’s just a suggestion– I never want you to say yes to something you don’t want.” Mommy wrapped her arms around me and her scent calmed the silent, smothering hurricane in my body.

“I’m sorry– I-I’m just a baby.” I sheepishly sobbed.

Mommy swayed with me side to side as she reassured me, “you’re my baby, and I love that about you, always and forever. Please don’t ever feel the need to apologize about that.”

It made me feel better. Mommy was always so kind to me– like she had a store with infinite love that she built, just for me!

With every passing minute, I felt calmer. Okay again.

“Tell you what, muffin, Mommy’s gonna go change into something comfier, hunt down your pink bunny footed jammies, and then get you all changed. You don’t have to move a muscle, little love; once you’re all comfy, Mommy will make us something quick. Can you pick out a nice comfort movie? Or a show, just anything you’re feeling up to while Mama gets ready?”

A quiet whisper.

“Kay, love you Mama” I replied, nibbling a bit on the communal couch blankie– nibbling on stuff was a tell-tale sign of me slipping into a younger headspace.

“I love you too princess, andddd I’ll be back with your flower paci too!” Her sudden addition made me giggle, kicking my feet a little as she walked off.

Maybe I am a baby, but I’m Mommy’s little baby!
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Okay soooo I picked up this MDLG book and it kinda reinspired the idea of me finding love and being lovable as a little so THEN I was like "waittt I wanna write now too!! like real life situations with my future mama!" and so i did, anddd I was even kind enough to feed u rascals!

Enjoy!

Just today, we were watching YouTube, and she decided I needed to be put down for an afternoon nap. I fussed a little bit, but she knows best. I slept for 2 hours. She then gently woke me up, and now im back awake while she's rubbing my little hand.

There's gonna be food, fireworks, water balloons, squirt guns, and... well, and some vanilla folks, but he promised they're not the judgemental kind. Won't really make a huge difference to me, since my style of dress is pretty vanilla friendly on the surface either way.

I think it's gonna be fun! Do y'all have any plans for the day?😊

Hi hi!! 👋 I was talking to my Momma this morning and telling her the ways I would have little time on my own before I got Mommy and realized that I haven’t truly had little time since moving in with her. We have both been through a lot of stress and trauma that hasn’t allowed me to be safe enough to little unfortunately 😕

Since tomorrow is a holiday for America, would anyone have any ideas where I can maybe have some little time in the morning where I can incorporate 4th of July festivities?? I was thinking crafts but I’m guessing I might need construction paper or glue for most which I don’t have but I do have paper and markers!

I really want to have my little time back. I just need to relearn how. Especially with a Mommy now. Would anyone other littles and middles and mommies have any ideas?? Please and thank youuu!!

Happy early 4th of July to everyone who celebrates! 🩷

When I get into littlespace, I think I try to hold onto some semblance of being pure and innocent. I'm absolutely not, I'm a completely perverted little girl. But I like to TELL myself I'm innocent.

So when I think about Mommy, I like to think of our relationship being very cutesy and innocent. I wanna hold her hand, and cuddle while we watch movies, and go on picnics together. Stuff like that.

The most improper I dare to think is that I want her to kiss me on the mouth, which is probably not something Mommies and their little girls are supposed to do, but I can't help wanting it anyway. I do feel a little embarrassed about it, knowing it's kinda dirty, but as long as that's as far as we go, it's probably okay.

So Mommy kind of throws a wrench in my plans when, every time we kiss, she sticks her tongue in my mouth. I usually squeal and try to pull away, but she knows me well enough to already have her hand on the back of my head to stop me. If I struggle in earnest, she pushes me against the wall and puts her knee between my legs.

She knows it embarrasses me, and she does it anyway! And once I'm flustered and out of breath, she usually breaks off the kiss so she can lean down and bite my neck hard enough to bruise.

It's so dirty and I love it a lot! 😣😖

That’s it. That’s the post. Starved for a good girl or any term that triggers my dumb little girl brain

I was only seriously introduced to this side of kink within the last year but it's been the absolute best thing that's ever happened. I love taking care of my little, making sure she's been a good girl, and doing things that she pinky promises to keep a mommy daughter secret.

My only complaint is that I have to be the adult and go to work and school. But (not) soon enough I'll be done with school and I'll make enough money that I can spoil my little forever. She won't want for anything. It's my driving factor that gets me through my crqppy job, knowing that I need and her to provide for her in all the ways

I have been with my mommy for nearly 4 months but today I found out she has lied to me about a few things, all relatively small however she refuses to explain why. she said it was none of my business and to shut the f up about it

im horrible at leaving my partner when im in a dynamic due to how attached I get.

I don't know how to trust her moving forward when she won't even explain but I don't know how to leave her either.

I don't have anyone to talk about something like this with so any advice would be greatly appreciated.