I want to make you look at me while I finger you. I'll hold your face in place while I praise you for being so pretty as I sink a 2nd and 3rd finger effortlessly into you. All as your eyes try and fail to stop fluttering shut from the pleasure and the sense of handing control over to me
I love her expression. She knows that boy is hers. There鈥檚 no chance he鈥檒l be running off with another woman, not now she鈥檚 reduced him to a diaper-wearing loser. It doesn鈥檛 matter how handsome he is, or how much weight he can lift at the gym. He goes wee-wee and whoopsie-daisy in his pants. He needs his Mommy now, and she鈥檒l always be there to keep him in his place.
NSFW- erotic musings involving diapees, butt plugs, bondage and submission. Read at your own risk!
She was in one of those moods. He blushed, aware of his excitement tenting in his diapee. She was in the bedroom, humming to herself. It was a dead giveaway. She was rearranging her stuffies in the cutest way.
Sauntering into the living room, her eyes twinkled as she looked down on him. He busied himself, pretending to play with his K'Nex. His diapee was squishy under his bottom, a veritable cloud.
"Time for dolly to get changed!" Delivered in a singsong voice, he couldn't help but giggle nervously. He wasn't sure about being her dolly.
She held out her hand and he grasped it, hauling himself to his feet. Leading him into the bedroom, his eyes widened as he saw the equipment all laid out on the bed. Hollow butt plug, spreader bar, blindfold and paci gag captured his attention as she encouraged him to lay down.
The blindfold went on first.
"When dolly lays down, his eyes close." She whispered, her tone turning him on more than the words. Then the paci gag forced his mouth wide open. "Dollies don't speak." Her orders were absolute, her tone making him shiver involuntarily.
His diapee was untaped and a warm cloth wiped his private parts. She giggled as she used copious amounts of lotion on his peepee. Once the hollow butt plug was seated to her satisfaction, the diapee was brought up between his legs. His erection made repadding him quite a challenge. The thick layers made closing his legs impossible.
"Dollies can't walk." Her litany continued, his head emptying as the spreader bar was attached to his ankles. Even if he wanted to, movement wasn't in the cards.
"Now princess gets to play with her dolly." Her hand groped his bulging diapee and he tried to thrust up to meet her touch. Immediately her hand disappeared.
"Dollies can't move unless the princess makes them!" Her exasperation was evident. Chagrined he lay there passively hoping for a return of her attentions.
Slowly her hand resumed her ministrations, gently and without any hurry. She was obviously going to take her time and torture him thoroughly.
He sighed, the pent up emotions of the day leaving his body as he submitted. His head emptied and he found himself transported to a headspace he could rarely achieve.
"Dollies don't think." Her lips were so close to his ear that he could feel their warmth radiating from them.
Her hand sped up, the pressure perfect.
"Dollies cum when told to" He convulsed, his seed spilling into the waiting diapee.
"I love playing with my dolly." She caressed his hair. He heard the wand and her breath quickening as she played with herself. Unable to respond or help, he revelled in the freedom he felt.