Your Little Space Novels & Stories

she asks her whole tone going different, she's calmer, I don't know what Evelyn does to her, but every time they have a chat she's more at peace with being a little, she acts like the real blue she is. "Do you want to be part of that class?" I ask her just to be sure. "Mhm," she nods. "Then I'll put your name down," I say with a smile, we got into my office and I took my seat behind the desk while she sat in front of me, having littles in the company means we have to respect their headspace, when little we can't expect them to work, and we should be nice to them. "Do you want to colour?" I suggest carefully, she's still new to little space and she's worried about going little.

"How old are you?" "i am turning 27 this year" "What's your favorite color?" "I like bright colors like yellow, purple,green" "Do you want to live in this house" "No" Suddenly hid eyes shot open and Jude swore she saw fear in them

he says in a sad voice, I get what he means if this place wasn't kink-friendly we'll all have to hide a big part of ourselves behind closed doors. I once read a story, it's called littles academy, a world where everyone is either sub or dom, and littles are regular and real things, I loved that book and the author is awesome. But sadly outside of this company walls showing my little self would be a big mistake people would judge and talk badly about you.

TIFFANY I feel a lot better after my playdate with Brittney and Cydney, but I can feel the effects of little space wearing off now that I’m once again alone in my tiny studio apartment. When I really feel like a little girl, it feels like the world slips away, all except for what is right in front of me, and that’s a wonderful, beautiful break from my regular life. I wish I could stay in little space forever.

Comfort and love embraces every little surface. I walk over to the small bedroom. The apartment only has one bedroom which belongs to Nicholas. The walls are painted light blue and a dark blue comforter rests on the small bed. The small floorspace is covered in toys of superheros and cars. Those must be his favorite kinds of toys. I pick up a figure of superman. It is old and scruffy. Surely a hand me down like most things in the apartment. I carefully place it on his bed.

I asked her, continuing through the binder. “Imagine a smaller packhouse where they can have their own spaces just like we do. It’d have more of a homey feel to it. There would also be a transition wing for those who are nearing eighteen. It’s geared towards giving them an idea of what it’ll be like when they move out and begin their adult lives.” She flipped the page a couple of times, pointing to a diagram that was labeled ‘Munchkin Land.’

I nodded with a laugh, “Yup.” I led him to a small room. It wasn’t big, but it had a nice closet, a mini walk-in, and enough room for a small dresser and a bed. “Not a lot of space in here.” Frankie walked in behind me, “No, but it has enough room for the basics.” We talked about what we could do with the space, make it look a bit better, and update some things. “Frankie, this is only temporary, you know.” He smiled, sending a chill down my spine.

Cinderella POV. "That's correct, it's the one where the sub goes into little space, and what's little space?" she asks everyone in the class, but when no one answered I decided to. "It's a safe place?" I say out loud, it's what I believe little space to be, it's safe. "That's correct Ella, it's a safe place, but when we regress to a younger age do you think it's safe to be all alone?" she asks out loud again.

The room was small and Anthony Jr. hadn't done anything to make it feel large. He had a twin bed, a massive book shelf stuff with DVDs and comics and a variety of other things, and a large desk for his computers. There was only a couple of square feet of space in the middle of the room to walk around. And that (like everything else in the room) was covered in dirty clothes, Mountain Dew cans, and empty Doritos bags. I had given up on asking him to clean it up.

"As I take in my surroundings, I'm struck by the cozy and eclectic charm of the room. The plush bed looks inviting, the TV seems sleek and modern, and the vibrant drawings on the walls add a pop of color and personality. The space feels like a unique and intimate sanctuary, reflecting the personality of its occupant. I can't help but feel a sense of wonder and curiosity, wanting to explore every nook and cranny and uncover the stories behind each decorative element." "I notice a small room nestled within the larger one, similar to the cleverly designed closet I saw at Julian's house. This tiny space is likely designed to serve as a cozy reading nook or a intimate retreat, and I can't help bu