I am little.
No, that does not mean I want to be diapered. I don’t. I’m also not into many other popular “little activities” such as coloring or playing with stuffed animals… although I do have my one very special panda bear that I still sleep with when I’m alone. My little-self thrives on cuddles, ice-cream, verbal praise, extra-long hugs, nose “boops,” and forehead kisses. I am little because I have an innate need to be loved and cared for in the way that only a genuine Daddy-Dom can.
As a little, I want to be made to feel innocent and small. At times, I need my Daddy to make me feel like I am inexperienced, fragile, and helpless. I’m just a little girl, after all, and I’m in need of a Daddy’s expertise, guidance, and protection. Little else can compare to the sense of safety and security I feel knowing that my Daddy will be there to meet my needs and oversee my care.
Sometimes I just need to be taken into my Daddy’s arms and pulled into a long embrace. I’ll burrow my head into that perfect spot in your chest that I’ll swear was made just for me, and inhale your comforting scent. And yes, your scent will be comforting. That’s a given. It will be comforting because you’re my Daddy, and I’ve spent so much time in your arms, in your bed, and wearing your “too-big” clothes that I now associate that scent with you, my pillar of strength and comfort.
Sometimes I can be irresponsible, or make poor choices. Often, I find myself procrastinating when I am trying to avoid completing a particular work assignment. It’s always struck me as bizarre that although I can manage a whole team at work, I consistently struggle to manage myself. As a result, I need a Daddy who can bring structure and discipline into my daily life. I thrive when I’m given rules and consequences for breaking those demands. I need a Daddy who will be there to hold me accountable for my actions (or lack of) and help me stay on the right path.
Being little is the part of me that submits to feel a girlish sense of unconditional love and security.
I am a fox.
Not a puppy. Not a kitten. A fox. And while you won’t catch me at a furry convention, or dressed head-to-toe in a fox suit that would cover far too much skin for my liking, I do exhibit some very pet-like tendencies. While my submissive predisposition results in a more domesticated temperament, I still feel an undeniable primal instinct to submit and be dominated by an alpha male.
Historically, females of almost all species have naturally been subservient to male leadership. In my thoroughly biased opinion, I do not feel that two million years of human evolution has changed that entirely. Personally, I feel a potent need to be pursued and claimed by a strong, confident, and worthy mate.
Sometimes, I want to be hunted. You are the predator, and I am your prey. You have decided to take me, so you will. I need to feel like I don’t have a choice in this matter. I need to be taken roughly, and by force. I want to be physically overpowered as I try to put up a fight. I want to experience the moment with a sense of fear and uncertainty that continues to linger long after I have given up fighting against you.
Sometimes, I want to be seduced. You are the genetically superior alpha male, and I am the physically inferior female, driven by a preservative instinct to submit to your animalistic urges. The scent of my Dominant has always had a strong effect on me. When I smell that unique blend of pheromones that makes up the natural scent of a true alpha male, my body becomes needy. It’s a primal need. Like an overwhelming feeling of emptiness, and all I want to do is present myself to you on all fours like a good little bitch, and hope that you claim me soon.
Sometimes, I just want to be your good little pet. I’m too submissive to be entirely wild. When I’m wearing my collar and leash, I cherish that feeling of being owned. It reminds me that I can just relax, knowing that you are in control and will be making all decisions for me. Following orders and acting on your commands brings me a unique sense of fulfillment that I thrive on. I want to please you, and I need you to train me to be the best little pet I can be.
Being a fox is the part of me that submits to relish in the primal dominance and leadership of an alpha male.
I am Amber.
My middle name is Amber. Amber is also the submissive name that I go by when meeting other fetishists at public events. And while Amber is my secret identity, it is not an alternate identity. It is not an alternate identity because it is not a separate part of me. Rather, Amber is always there. She is in everything that I am, say, and do… secretly living between my two public (first and last) names. The middle name Amber represents the submissive core of who I am. She is a part of my inner make-up, and my most raw and truest self.
While much of my submissive nature stems from desires based on my “little” and “pet/primal” needs, the “Amber” part of me is submissive for another reason entirely. Unlike my “little” and “pet-like” personas, which are both driven by somewhat selfish desires to be claimed, owned, cared for, and protected, I consider Amber to be the part of my submissive subconscious that submits for the sole purpose of submitting.
This is the part of me that does not trade my submission for anything in return. It is here that my submission is given freely, with no expectation or desire to receive any type of gratification from you in return. That does not mean I am not receiving gratification, however. Rather, this can actually be one of the most rewarding facets of my submission. While engaged in this type of service-oriented submission, I am continuously experiencing the purest form of internal gratification that comes only from servicing the needs of another. The rewards I receive while in strict service to the pleasure and desires of my Dominant fill me with a potent sense of purpose that cannot be attained from anything else in this world.
Being Amber is the part of me that selflessly submits my mind, body and soul, simply to submit.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/oglw6v/who_i_am