The Sandman Has Clearly Never Been To Ipswich

“You will be too much for some people. Those aren’t your people.”

— Unknown

What are you feelings about mommy domme play?

TL;DR ... to each their own, no judgment

Thank you for the question.

I'll disambiguate it a bit.

Mommy domme in my real life experience is often with littles with whom there's a definite style but also obviously subject to boundaries and scene negotiation. I've enjoyed gentle participation at events with contemporaries of mine who have little in their care. It can be quite sweet, but can also be more sexual and it's not an area I'm comfy or interested in, if that's the case.

Online ... mommy domme again can be quite sweet, but to me seems to have a lot of repetition that for me just doesn't work. If you're my submissive I expect you to know to drink enough water, manage your life, and own your own situations. I'm a busy professional person and parent to four adult children, I really don't have time to micro manage you. If mommy domme means just the more nurturing side rather than sadistic, strict or sensual then that's fine but for me I'm very sensual and a lot of submissive or dominant play is in line with that.

I am however very picky for myself in who I talk to, I'm in the position I can be. Sometimes I talk to people who obviously get an initial something then either back off, or apparently can't or don't want to make any effort themselves. I'm not sure if this is a personal maturity thing or mindset on their part, or perhaps a general preference for subs with mommy domm leaning.

There are, apparently, lots of people on tumblr who seem to enjoy the nurturing micromanaging role, so if that's what you're looking for I'm sure you'll have plenty to approach.

Be safe, sane and consensual always.

My dream house lol

One of those days where standing up for yourself, having difficult conversations and being authentic is hard, but absolutely the right thing to do. Go me.

Oh these are just lush. Nudges partner and looks meaningfully at how many shopping days they have before Christmas

“Omg, I love these! They go up to size 6X AND they have pockets?! Wow!! But do you have anything longer?”

Sure do, no problem!!

“YES these are great!!! But what about.. longer?”

I gotcha!! Comin’ right up!

“Now that’s what I’m talkin’ about!! Well, these prints are really cool and all, but I gotta ask- do you have anything in a different material?”

Never fear, cotton is here!!!

"Finally! A cotton skirt with the same huge pockets! Dare to dream~" /scene 🖤witchvamp.com🖤

Are you a witch?

Yes, I'm pagan, and been a nature witch for a long time. I love feeling the energy in nature, and am poly theistic (ask for specifics if you want to know, I don't force my beliefs on people)

I'm a rock hard scientist but I believe that magic is often the science we don't understand yet, just as it would have seemed years ago before electricity was understood etc

I'm not currently Wiccan although researching, and I'm an individual practitioner albeit with overlap with my partner and occasionally friends in devotions or offerings

I'd love to be able to dowse ... I'm pretty sure there's a deep spring under my house as I feel energy in a particular spot.

Animals always give me a sense of belonging in addition to woods and wild swimming; I just don't get to do it enough

I hope that answers your question

Omg this is so true. I could have avoided a failed marriage, divorce and an exposure to a narcissistic parter if I'd realised this earlier. I'd then also not ha e two children I dearly love though, so out of some dark traumas come wonderful things.

The last time I tried making my stockings like this, I ended up with string, lol. Maybe it's time for another go ...

This is hot as hell and beautifully written

I know I’m supposed to stay still, I promised I would, but after sitting on your lap for so long, my body betrayed me. My white skirt rides up slightly, the material pooling around my hips. I can't bring myself to meet your eyes, but I can feel your gaze on the nervous little tremble in my hands where I’m gripping your shoulders. After a couple more minutes, I slowly begin to shift my hips against your thigh, the movement causes a quiet gasp to escape. My cheeks burn, knowing you can feel the wet patch on my lace panties. I should pull away, but instead, I press down experimentally, just to hear the sharp inhale it pulls from you. The sound goes straight through me, heat pooling in my belly. My hips move on their own, seeking the friction I desperately want.

“Look at me baby,” you murmur, and when I don’t, your hand wraps around my throat, not quite putting any pressure, but the position is enough to make me pause. You then use your thumb to lift my chin up to meet your gaze.

“I thought you wanted to be a good girl? Hm?”

You purr, voice deep and soothing.

“I do mommy!! I promise I do!" I whimper, tightening my grip on your cotton shirt.

"I-I didn’t mean to-" But the lie dissipates when your hand slides up into my shirt and across my spine, pressing me flush against your chest.

"You didn’t mean to?" Your other hand grips my thigh.

“Then why are you still grinding on me like you’re starved for it…. Be honest, sweetheart. You want me to ruin you.” And god, I do. My lips part, but no words come out. Just a shaky exhale as the ache between my thighs is unbearable now.

“I think you need a reminder of how to behave,” You murmur, your voice velvety. I can feel your smirk against my neck before you pull back to catch my gaze. Your touch softens for a moment, your thumb stroking gentle circles into my skin as your expression shifts, still dominant, but softer and more gentle.

“Colour?” you ask, your voice quieter now, giving me space.

"Green,” I say, my voice trembling. "So green.” You lean in to brush your lips against my forehead.

"Good girl," you murmur, the praise making me smile. Then, just like that, the gentleness sharpens back into command.

“Now, you didn’t listen to my rules sweetheart" you chide, your voice dropping with that tone that makes my stomach flip.

“And we both know you can do better than that.” In one smooth motion, you pull me across your lap so I’m laying with my stomach pressed to your thighs. My fingers scramble to grab onto the couch cushions.

"How many?” you ask, your palm resting on my back. I bite my lip before saying, "H-However many you think I deserve mommy.” You hum approvingly, as your fingers trail teasingly along the curve of my backside.

“Mmm, I think fifteen will do the trick.” The number rolls off your tongue like a promise.

“Are you ready? Remember, we can stop anytime you need my sweet.” You rub soft circles on my skin reassuringly.

“I’m ready, I promise!” Nodding at my words, you land the first spank, causing me to squeal at the painful but also pleasurable feeling that just shot through me. Your hand lingers, soothing the sting before the next one falls harder this time. I arch into your touch, my toes curling.

“Count for me," you command, your voice leaving no room for argument. I whimper, but obey.

"One, thank you mommy!" By the third, my voice is shaking. By the fifth, I'm squirming in your lap, my skin a light shade of pink, my breath, ragged little pants..

Now this is the blooming flower of femininity I treasure, no drama, it cups under my hand and knows it's place. It's sweetness? I'll wait till I crush it for nutrients lol