Bunny's Stuffie Corner

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This guy wanted to say hi to everyone at the stuffie corner before going to a new home. (Gift for my friend's kid's birthday)
 
When everything goes wrong and I'm short on sleep - that's when I turn into my most little.
And I'm having that kind of day today

I understand. That happens to me, too. Pretty much anytime I'm tired as well, so after a long day at work, I have to make myself not whine to Daddy (who is likely asleep). I don't always succeed, though.

I have hugs, if you would like them. Snacks, too.
 
I'm kind of in shock right now.

I may be outing myself, but I don't really care.

https://amp.cnn.com/cnn/2023/04/16/us/dadeville-alabama-mass-shooting/index.html

This happened about 15 miles from my parents' house, where I grew up. This is a town of approximately 3000 people.

I didn't know any of the victims whose names they've released personally, but one was a high school football player who'd accepted a scholarship to my alma mater for this coming fall. So he'd have been taking the same route I did half a lifetime ago, going from there to here, and now he won't be able to do that.

It's all so tragic.
 
Talked to Daddy tonight. If he feels up to it, he wants me to come see him tomorrow night or Wednesday night. We'll have to see how it goes, but I do hope I get to see him.

There's only one problem. He's in a particularly sadistic mood, and I always feel like I end up disappointing him when he feels that way by not being able to give him everything he wants. My pain tolerance nowadays is absolute shit, and I struggle to take his cock because it's so thick. (Yes, I know, this is both TMI and a wonderful problem to have. But it's not so great for anal, for instance, and sometimes even oral.)

I hate feeling like a disappointment to him, and I'm afraid that's what's gonna happen again. I just want to please him so badly, and I end up betrayed by own body, and I hate it. I just want to be a good kitten for him. :(

*Cuddles the stuffies sadly*
 
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Talked to Daddy tonight. If he feels up to it, he wants me to come see him tomorrow night or Wednesday night. We'll have to see how it goes, but I do hope I get to see him.

There's only one problem. He's in a particularly sadistic mood, and I always feel like I end up disappointing him when he feels that way by not being able to give him everything he wants. My pain tolerance nowadays is absolute shit, and I struggle to take his cock because it's so thick. (Yes, I know, this is both TMI and a wonderful problem to have. But it's not so great for anal, for instance, and sometimes even oral.)

I hate feeling like a disappointment to him, and I'm afraid that's what's gonna happen again. I just want to please him so badly, and I end up betrayed by own body, and I hate it. I just want to be a good kitten for him. :(

*Cuddles the stuffies sadly*

Well, Daddy and I are gonna have to wait til the weekend or after because my body fucked me over again and started three days early.

I guess this gives me some more time to try to figure out how not to be a massive disappointment again, though.

*Hides under a blanket with the stuffies*
 
Well, Daddy and I are gonna have to wait til the weekend or after because my body fucked me over again and started three days early.

I guess this gives me some more time to try to figure out how not to be a massive disappointment again, though.

*Hides under a blanket with the stuffies*
Hugs you
Your body is yours along with what it lets you do and doesn't. Your daddy needs to be able to love you and coax your body to what it can accommodate/withstand even in the context of sadistic play.

You are enough.
 
Hugs you
Your body is yours along with what it lets you do and doesn't. Your daddy needs to be able to love you and coax your body to what it can accommodate/withstand even in the context of sadistic play.

You are enough.

Thank you. *Hugs*

I've spent my whole life feeling not good enough, and I guess this is just another iteration of the same old thing. In truth, it probably doesn't really bother Daddy that much, or at least not so much that he wants to trade me in for a better model, anyway. But it really bothers me, nonetheless.
 
Thank you. *Hugs*

I've spent my whole life feeling not good enough, and I guess this is just another iteration of the same old thing. In truth, it probably doesn't really bother Daddy that much, or at least not so much that he wants to trade me in for a better model, anyway. But it really bothers me, nonetheless.
More hugs Bi bunny
♥️
 
Lately, I've been feeling little and have been sleeping with the two stuffies I posted a pic of in the first post of this thread. They're fairly large, so between the three of us, we take up all of a queen-sized bed.

But I noticed some things I do when I have them in bed with me and wondered if others do it, too, or if I'm just insane.

I always make sure to put their heads on the pillow(s) and cover them with the covers so they don't get cold. I don't pull the covers up past their chins, though, so they can still "breathe." I also try not to squeeze them so tightly that it might be uncomfortable.

Please tell me I'm not the only idiot who does this, lol.
 
Lately, I've been feeling little and have been sleeping with the two stuffies I posted a pic of in the first post of this thread. They're fairly large, so between the three of us, we take up all of a queen-sized bed.

But I noticed some things I do when I have them in bed with me and wondered if others do it, too, or if I'm just insane.

I always make sure to put their heads on the pillow(s) and cover them with the covers so they don't get cold. I don't pull the covers up past their chins, though, so they can still "breathe." I also try not to squeeze them so tightly that it might be uncomfortable.

Please tell me I'm not the only idiot who does this, lol.

Not a little myself and even as a kid I had a little pillow instead of a stuffed animal.
Both my kids had a favourite stuffed animal that went everywhere with them though and of course you don’t cover their faces with the blanket and you don’t put them to bed upside down unless they are Pippi Longstockings. I don’t see why that would change because you grow up.

My youngest punched two boys (two years older than herself) in the face at daycare when she was four, because they had tried to take her stuffie.
Mr Althea was almost not allowed to come with us on vacation because he had accidentally put a bag on one of them. I think what saved him was the need for a second driver and someone to find the car in big parking lots.
As you see, we take these things seriously in our house.
 
Not a little myself and even as a kid I had a little pillow instead of a stuffed animal.
Both my kids had a favourite stuffed animal that went everywhere with them though and of course you don’t cover their faces with the blanket and you don’t put them to bed upside down unless they are Pippi Longstockings. I don’t see why that would change because you grow up.

My youngest punched two boys (two years older than herself) in the face at daycare when she was four, because they had tried to take her stuffie.
Mr Althea was almost not allowed to come with us on vacation because he had accidentally put a bag on one of them. I think what saved him was the need for a second driver and someone to find the car in big parking lots.
As you see, we take these things seriously in our house.

I can totally see myself punching someone over a stuffie. Your daughter and I are on the same page. :D
 
So I've given it almost six months to see if I could make it work, and I'm just not happy at my job.

I feel like such a fuck-up. But I sat there today with the login page open for three hours and couldn't make myself hit the button and log in.

I tried talking to a PSO friend of mine and basically got told I was being a baby.

But I'm miserable.

I don't know what to do. I texted Daddy, but he's at work and hasn't answered yet. I tried to reach out to another friend, and he's not answering, either. My best friend just quit her job and has enough worries; she doesn't need my bullshit on top of it. There really aren't that many people I can talk to.
 
So I've given it almost six months to see if I could make it work, and I'm just not happy at my job.

I feel like such a fuck-up. But I sat there today with the login page open for three hours and couldn't make myself hit the button and log in.

Can you put your finger on what it is that doesn’t work for you and if so, do you think it is fixable?
 
Can you put your finger on what it is that doesn’t work for you and if so, do you think it is fixable?

It's a combination of the awful customers and the company culture--and I think the company culture also encourages the customers to be awful.

I'm afraid little ol' me is not going to be able to change either of those things. :(
 
It's a combination of the awful customers and the company culture--and I think the company culture also encourages the customers to be awful.

I'm afraid little ol' me is not going to be able to change either of those things. :(

No, some people being awful is to be expected everywhere, but when it is actively cultivated or cluelessly supported, it is probably worth looking for a better place.
 
No, some people being awful is to be expected everywhere, but when it is actively cultivated or cluelessly supported, it is probably worth looking for a better place.

Thank you. That makes me feel a lot better. I've already made a list of alternative possibilities for places I can apply to. I'm probably going to start that process tomorrow.
 
Thank you. That makes me feel a lot better. I've already made a list of alternative possibilities for places I can apply to. I'm probably going to start that process tomorrow.

Well, that worked out about as well as expected. :rolleyes:

I had a list of five places. Two didn't get back to me, one got back to me to say they were only hiring for full-time ops (which there's no way I can do right now), and I decided against applying to the other two because one seemed slow, and the other also required full-time hours. I also signed up to a new platform, in hopes of getting another income stream. I've been there for a week and haven't gotten a peep from anyone.

So I took a break from the company. I emailed my immediate supervisor and told her I was struggling with bipolar depression and was getting my meds changed. Got the meds changed last week. I think I'm feeling better, but I'm not altogether sure yet. My plans are to attempt to go back to work at the company on Wednesday and see if I can deal with it. If not, there are other possibilities, but they're not ideal. Sigh.

How's everyone else doing?
 
Deadline surfing and some bad situations that need to be handled workwise while surfing.
 
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