#oh vampling... 💕

[butch-with-a-deep-voice]

Fellow dommes, I would like to share a new thing I recently discovered that I think you should try out. We all know how nice the possessiveness of saying "you're mine" to your sub can be. Making them say "I'm yours", or cooing/growling "you're mine" into their ear while they're so deep into subspace all they can do is smile and moan. I've even seen a post making the rounds of growling "I'm yours" into your subs ears as you use them mercilessly. Remind them that only they get receive this treatment.

I see these acts of consensual possession and raise you the notion of ordering your sub to say "you're mine" to you as you make them cum. Holding their eye contact right before you push them over the edge and growl "what am I, kitten? Say it. Say I'm yours."

"You're mine?" they'll of course be initially confused, but press the idea, and as you do, push them over the edge.

"Again."

"You're mine" This time a little more confidence behind the statement.

"That's right... Again."

"You're mine" Finally getting the idea, and realizing it feels amazing.

"Again!"

"You're mine... you're mine... you're mine..."

By this point you can just watch and enjoy as they begin to chant it with the biggest smile on their face, all while orgasming in a way that they haven't before. A different kind of intensity. Continue to make them cum as they passively repeat "you're mine" over and over and over, letting the pleasure and chanting hypnotize them into a state of pure bliss. I promise you, it will give you a form of confidence in your domming entirely separate from claiming them and it feels utterly intoxicating 💕

[butch-with-a-deep-voice]

"I just don't want you to feel like I'm objectifying you"

Objectify me. Do it. I want to be your trophy butch. A gorgeous piece of well-tended art for you and you alone. I preen myself for you. I pick out my outfits based on what I think will please you most. I live for sheer lustful hunger in your eyes. You want me to flex my arms for you? How long? You want to watch me get sweaty as I do chores? I'll add a couple more to my list for the day so you can see me do more. You like how that black t-shirt fits on me? I'm buying 6 more of them so I have one for every day of the week. I belong to you, darlin'. So go ahead, objectify me. Devour me. I'll keep coming back for more.

[butch-with-a-deep-voice]

Need to eat her out until she's so wet I'm swallowing between each suckle. Until the neck of my shirt is soaked, the sheets are soaked, everything because I got a little too sloppy in my hunger. I need to drown in her.

[butch-with-a-deep-voice]

Dear tumblr lesbians,

Sometimes it just works out.

Signed,

A butch who is picking their femme up from the airport in less than 15 hours

[butch-with-a-deep-voice]

Long-Distance date/bonding ideas I've learned while making it work with my femme

Streamed Movie Night: Discord has a function that let's you stream video and gaming alike! I'd recommend Nitro because otherwise stream quality is gonna SUCK (and you need to do some weird fiddling to get services like Netflix to work) but you can enjoy movie night with your boo

Tabletop Simulator: If you both have about $20, and a computer with even a low budget graphics processor, this program is invaluable. The base games are neat but the real trove is in the Steam Workshop. Mod makers upload hundreds of boardgames from Catan to Azul to outright heavy ones like D&D and Warhammer. My femme and I now have a weekly boardgame night (she actively challenges me at strategy games and it makes me so happy to have a partner that does 🥰)

Coffee shop dates: Go to a place where the shop has wifi (or you have a really good data plan with your phone), pop your headphones in, and just video call. I promise you, there will be more people there who find it sweet than those who find it weird.

Spotify Jam Sessions: I don't know about other music apps, but we both have spotify and it now has a function that let's you invite others to a shared listening session. Music is really important to both my femme and myself, and the ability for us to literally listen at the same time and talk about the music is truly quite lovely.

Parallel crafting time: Admittedly, I'm Neurodivergent as hell, and parallel play baseline is big for me. But pop on a videocall and make some crafts together. Bonus points if you get similar materials and share what you've made together

Call every night: no seriously, even if you both are busy the entire day and can't talk, call for at least a half hour or so to round your day off. That lack of certain forms of intimacy means you need to be really on top of other forms. On top of affirming love for one another. If you're trying to make long distance work long term, calling to just. Be with eachother is so important.

Schedule Time: As an extension of the above, just because you're calling every day, doesn't mean ensuring you have dedicated time for eachother isn't important. I'm talking like. An afternoon/evening once a week type thing. Be together for a long period of time while you can't be physically together.

Technology has honestly made what I always thought impossible for myself feel possible. The advent of videocalling my femme every day helps so much of the potential pitfalls that could have happened, and the best part is its more or less free (I pay for discord nitro but I digress). Don't get me wrong I'm having my hard days still. The inability to hold her when I want to take care of her is particularly bad. I show care and love through things like physical touch and food so much. But getting creative, and being consistent have really made this feel possible and sustainable until we get to the "next stages" bridge.

If you have ideas you found fun/helpful please toss em in the replies, tags, etc. Always open to more date ideas with my girl 💕

[butch-with-a-deep-voice]

"That's it, stick your tongue out" I say, leaning forward to gaze into your eyes as I do. My grip on the leash attached to you nice and taught while you sit on your knees in front of me. "Don't worry about making a mess, don't worry about embarrassment. Let your mind go blank. If you can be embarrassed, you clearly can still think."

Drool dripping down on your chin, onto your breasts, I can't help but chuckle. Pulling the leash up, I bend over to look you in the eye. "You're beautiful like this. Drool suits you so well. " Gently I stroke your cheek, a mixture of loving and mocking in my gaze. My bulge right in front of your face.

When I catch where you're looking I can't help but pull out my strap, your eyes going wide as drool drips down faster. "Play with your breasts, kitten." Once you obediently oblige, I position my seat right in front of you, still holding the leash. "Don't you dare take your eyes off me."

Then, strap just out of your reach but in plain view, I lean back into my seat. That cocky toothy butch grin on my face. Relaxed entirely except for my hand still pulling your leash tight.

"You put such a good show on for your butch, sweety. It would be rude to not sit back and enjoy it 💕"

[butch-with-a-deep-voice]

A dynamic I need to see more of

Big softie "will cry at a puppy on the street" Butch 4 "Will rip your throat out for even looking at her girl the wrong way" protector femme

[butch-with-a-deep-voice]

My femme won at Christmas with her gift to me

[butch-with-a-deep-voice]

Something about my femme having gone back home has made me realize something so important about butch/femme love I didn't really register at first.

How much my gender as a butch was affirmed by my femme. She sees me for who I am in a light I'm not sure literally any queer peer I've had prior has. My two-spirit womanhood, my butchness, just felt... natural around her. The masculinity, the "silly" chivalrous tendencies, the way I naturally wanted to dress. It was all affirmed just by being in relation to my femme. I had literally zero gender dysphoria for basically the entire week. It was glorious.

I actually had one of the worst dysphoria days in months yesterday afterwards, almost like a whiplash effect. But, this also helps serve as a reminder of just how right butch is for me. How happy I feel specifically as a two-spirit butch, in relation to my femme.

Once again butch/femme has proven itself holy.

[butch-with-a-deep-voice]

Ah the dichotomy of "I want to take her out on a beautiful date with dinner and dancing and a walk through the park" vs. "I want to dig my claws into her waist while I knot her, rutting into her until we're both non-verbal messes covered in bite marks, sweat, and cum."

[butch-with-a-deep-voice]

There's got to be a word for the sudden and irresistible urge to grab your femme by the waist, feral lust in your eyes, and rail your cock into her over and over like the little breeding bunny she is

[butch-with-a-deep-voice]

I forgot how much more intoxicating soft domination is when you mix romantic feelings into the mix. When I can allow myself to gaze at my femme in pure admiration as she writhes at the barest sensation. Smile even more deeply at her as she let's her mind go blank. Fully allow myself to express a tone of pure adoration when I say "that's my good girl. You're mommy's good girl 💕"

[butch-with-a-deep-voice]

I get to see you. I get to touch you. I get to hold you. I get to kiss you. I get to smell you. I get to hear your voice. I get to take you on a tour of my home. I get to shove you against a wall. I get to hear your breath waver in my ear. I get to feel you tremble under my touch. I get to taste how wet you get. I get to rip off every article of clothing and pin you as close to my body as physically possible. I get to rut into you like an animal and clamp my jaws down as I fill you with every ounce I have. I get to keep myself inside you as we fall asleep wrapped around eachother, covered in eachothers sweat, drool, and cum.

I get to see you.

[butch-with-a-deep-voice]

She said there's something about a gap with the suspenders? Anyone know what that could mean? 🤔

[butch-with-a-deep-voice]

Oh to be a good dumb brainless puppy for her...

So desperate for her unique brand of loving domination that the first time she even calls me puppy I'm shunted into subspace so fast my pupils dilate. Non-verbal by the minute five, with the only sounds I'm able to make at that point being a mixture of whimpers, pants, and barks. Complete tail-wagging glee on my face anytime I hear "Oh good puppy!"

Obediently meeting out her every command, not doing anything she hasn't explicitly said, yet so desperate that the very moment she tells me to do something I spring on it before she can finish the sentence. She'd probably think my response when finally allowed to eat her out would be downright pathetic if she didn't adore her prettyboy butch puppy so much.

Patiently obedient up until she finally let's me fuck her, and by then I'll be too far gone. So brain dead I can't even process words she says to me, just tongue out and happy, and desperate. She knows the moment she let's me rut into her I won't be able to obey commands anymore. That the feeling of being inside her, and being able to breed her will consume me entirely. She still owns me, but in a much different way now. Fervently rutting, panting, growling, digging my claws into her, never once slowing down my pace. Orgasm after orgasm, with no end in sight. Desperate to give myself to her entirely. As I cum again, feeling her wrap her legs and arms around me, running her nails through my hair and cooing in my ear "that's it, that's my good puppy. Show me that you're mine, because that's what you are. You're mine."

[butch-with-a-deep-voice]

That closest of soft loving intimate sex. That kind where you constantly press into eachother, wrap around one another. Forming as much skin-to-skin contact as humanly possible because something deep to your core needs to connect with them.

Where the only words that come out of either of your mouths are affirmations of how much you adore one another. Between each deep ecstacy-inducing motion, relasing the most blissful sounds. When you aren't talking or vocalizing, you can't help but kiss them all over because something within you hungers, it knows you need to connect with them.

Finding yourself so grounded in your body in a way you can't usually access. Every sensation in your body a lightshow of pleasure to your nervous system. Where your fingers explore their body like a blind master scultpor explores new clay. You take in every tiny touch because your body aches, it yearns, it needs to connect with them.

Where the climax of either party won't even matter. You both could end the night without a single crescendo, and yet you are both still left with the biggest smile. Beaming at eachother, letting out small bouts of laughter, sometimes even joyous tears. Because intimacy like this bares a part of your soul to them, and theirs to you, urging to fulfill that need to connect with them.

You need to connect with them.