by Moore, Tina
“Play,” Lana ordered. I looked down at the toy and wondered what she meant. It wasn’t an instrument, and I hadn’t played with toys since I was a kid.
“Don’t be bad girl, I say play,” Lana said, repeating herself. I took the cat and moved its paws along the bed, hoping this would satisfy her. Luckily it did, and she left the room, leaving me confused and unsure of what was happening. As I got up to follow her out of the room, she came back through the door and snapped her fingers in my face.
“No. Bad girl. Lana say play, and Katie play,” she said, making me jump back on the bed and play with the toy cat. I looked at it and had to admit it was cute. It was brown with a white tummy and green eyes and a long soft tail. I played, and Lana watched until she reached into her bag. She pulled out a magazine and sat on the end of my bed while I played with the cat, snapping her fingers when I stopped.
Eventually, Lana finished her magazine and reached her hand out to me. I had assumed she wanted the cat back, but I had grown somewhat attached to it, and I shook my head and held the cat to my chest and away from her.
“Katie now Lana no wait give kitty,” she said in a warning tone I didn’t want to test. She took the cat and smiled at my disheartened pout as I flopped my hand in my lap dramatically.
“See you next week little baby,” Lana said as she left the room making my heart skip a beat.
What does she mean little baby? I asked myself for the next five days. It wasn’t like I acted like a baby. I didn’t even have a baby voice. I was serious and studious and interested in math. I was puzzled and confused and annoyingly turned on, remembering Lana’s sexy voice and words.
I tidied the house like I had the previous week and followed Lana around as she inspected my efforts again.
“Good,” she stated as she took out the toy cat and pushed it into my hands. I excitedly cuddled it involuntarily making her laugh and me blush when I had realized what I had done.
“Do Lana’s sweet girl like kitty?” She asked, patting my bottom over my skirt. I nodded and looked into her grey eyes. Something about them looked different today. Upon closer inspection, she looked different today. Her usual jeans and sweater combination was replaced with a low cut halter dress that came to her knees and heel sandals she had taken off at the door. Her cleavage, usually hidden away, showed just how full and round her breasts were and she wore natural-looking makeup, making her look sophisticated and mature. Catching me staring at her, she laughed.
“What you look like?” Lana said, taking my hand and leading me into my bedroom once again. She pushed me on the bed like the previous week and came to sit next to me straight away. She pulled me onto her lap, and I sat, my back to her between her thighs as her large breasts pushed into my neck and cheek. She turned my head, making me look at her, which brought my mouth to her nipple.
“So you like na?” Lana asked, pushing her tits into my face. I pulled away from her and caught my breath. I had never been so close to a woman before. I had never been so close to anybody before. Lana shook her head and pushed my face back between her huge soft jugs and pushed them against my face. They were soft and smelt like her perfume. I stopped holding onto the toy cat and lifted my hands nervously, wanting to touch her. Sensing my nervousness Lana took each of my hands in hers and placed them on her tits. She showed me how she wanted to be caressed, saying, “Like this,” as she lifted them and let the weight fall. When she took her hands away and let me do it by myself, she said, “Yes good. Like this,” and closed her eyes, making me proud I could please her. She let me play with her for a while before she took my hands and turned me back around, so I was facing away from her. She held me in one arm as her other hand reached under my skirt and patted my legs apart.
“Yes, good girl,” she said as I pushed out my pussy to meet her fingers as she began to run her fingernails over my panties, parting my pussy lips and pulling on them gently.
“Off,” Lana stated, pulling at my panties. She took her hands away, and I wriggled my panties off from under my skirt.
“And this,” Lana added, pulling my shirt up and over my head. I held the top of my skirt in my hands and looked at her expectantly.
“I didn’t said skirt. Do I?” Lana asked, making me worried I’d be spanked. I shook my head and turned back around as she pulled me back onto her. She lifted my skirt, grabbing a bunch of it in her hand and stuck her two fingers in my mouth with the other.
“Suck,” she commanded sternly. I sucked immediately until she was satisfied, gagging multiple times as she shoved her fingers deeper down my throat, saying, “Take it. Take it,” over and over in her warning voice. She pulled them out covered in my spit and pushed them straight into my pussy, forcing herself in making me yelp.
“Hush now,” she ordered as she roughly fucked my pussy.
“I’ve never,” I said breathlessly, desperate to let her know I was a virgin. She raised an eyebrow and slowed her onslaught enough for me to begin to breath normally again.
“New?” Lana asked as I teared up. She bent her head and kissed my cheek as a tear fell on it.
“New,” I replied. In an instant, I saw a gentler, kinder side to her. I guess she no longer saw me like a naughty girl who needed to be fucked into submission. I learned what her replacement was though pretty quick.
“You are baby. My baby. I look for you,” Lana said with determination. She stopped fucking my pussy and moved from behind me and jumped off the bed, leaving the room. She came back a moment later with her bag. She took out a pacifier and a bib. Sticking the pacifier in my mouth, she rubbed my cheek with her thumb, looking into my eyes lovingly. She kissed the tip of my nose and put the bib around my neck. She unzipped my skirt and pulled it down quickly. Taking out a pull up with unicorns on it, she pulled it over my legs and patted my bottom once it was on.
“Cute,” Lana said as she picked up the toy cat and took my hand and led me back to the couch.
“On my lap,” she said, pulling me to her. She cuddled me close and put the toy cat who I had taken to calling kitty on my chest and began to speak.
“You my baby now,” she said as she patted my thigh. I had moments where I felt like an adult in baby gear, but I had longer moments where I felt totally at ease dressed in what she had me dressed in. I couldn’t understand it. I decided I didn’t care and began to play with kitty as she spoke.
“You call me, Mommy. No Lana no more understand?” She explained. I nodded again, attempting to take out the pacifier but she put two fingers on it and pushed it back into my mouth.
“Baby do what Mommy says. When baby bad, Mommy spank, when baby good, Mommy love, OK?” She continued. I liked that Lana was so clear about what was going to happen.
“Baby work sometimes Mommy work sometime. Most of time, Mommy will give baby toy and tell her wait for Mommy come back.” Lana said. She had thought this through. I spoke through my pacifier, “Mommy. I don’t have to work too much; everything I do is passive. I earn money while I sleep.” Lana’s looked at me confused, so I wriggled out of her embrace and walked over to my computer to show her. I sat in her lap and explained to her how my business worked, how I had employees, and where she could see the money coming in.
“You are clever baby. I no take your money baby. I just want you. Mommy still work, but maybe not so much,” Lana said, patting my head.
“Come, little girl, Mommy want to watch you play,” Lana said, putting my laptop on the couch and taking me back to my room.
MDLG Bedtime Stories Book 2
A collection of erotic lesbian age play short stories for ABDL and the Mommy Dommes who love them
By Tina Moore
Mommy To The Rescue
I had loved the woods ever since I could remember. The smell of the pine trees, the soft cool dirt between my toes and the clean air always made me feel so free. Growing up in the city, I had sworn I would move out into the woods the first chance I could, and it wasn't more than six months ago that the chance finally presente
d itself. A small wood cabin surrounded by thick bush became available, and I had just the right amount of savings to put down the deposit. I packed up all my things, resigned from my job as a stripper, and moved into the small country community. I got a new job at the local Baker, and although the pay was a significant cut, I was happy to finally be living a simple country life. The only thing I needed now was a dog. I had decided to buy a big mountain dog, the kind that would keep the wolves away and had contacted a breeder about two hours away. She had a new litter of Russian Bear dogs, and I just knew I had to have one.
"Oh, she is so sweet, I'll take her," I said to the owner as I picked up the largest chocolate brown female. She had caramel markings around her eyes and on her chest and tail, and I was in love. She snuggled into me, and after paying the woman and filling out the required paperwork, I took my new little pup home.
"I think I'm going to call you Katya," I said to her as I put her in her travel crate. I climbed into my big black truck and knew that Katya would be riding in the back tray in no time.
"Gosh you are a big girl," I said to her once we reached the cabin and taking her out I let her sniff the air. She barked happily, and I watched as she sniffed the boundary of the fence.
"Clever girl, come on," I said, opening the door as the first of the winter snow began to fall.
Life progressed calmly and predictably with Katya going to puppy school and graduating the first in her class. I continued to work at the bakery and had made a few friends with the locals. Everything was going along simply until one afternoon when I took Katya out for a walk. We had gone about 3 miles into the forest when Katya alerted me that something was not right. At first, I thought it was a wolf and took my rifle down from my back and held it ready. I let Katya off her leash, but she stayed beside me. I could feel my heart beating hard under my thick winter jacket and stepped slowly making my boots stomp. Katya sniffed the air, and before I could tell her to stop, she was racing forward into the woods. I began to run after her but stopped when I saw what she had found. She had run about half a mile, and by the time I caught up to her, my legs were tired from running through the snow. I panted as I watch Katya sniff the tree and quickly slung my rifle back onto my back. I reached out and touched the half-naked girl Katya had found. She had been tied to a tree with a rope that was done up too tight for her as her breaths came out in short but labored moans. Her body was exposed to the harsh snow and wind and looking at her near blue legs; I could tell she had been there for a while.
"Sweetheart, who did this to you," I asked as I took my knife from my belt and cut the ropes off her wrists. I held her up as her legs gave way underneath her and commanded Katya to make sure there was no one else out here. I took my jacket off and wrapped it in her smaller frame as I carried her back to my cabin, followed shortly after by Katya. The girl was older than 18 by the number of tattoos on her body, and she turned in my arms as I carried her back to the cabin and snuggled into my generous breast.
"Warm," she softly said, her voice hoarse from the cold. We got back to the cabin, and I was happy I had left the fire burning. Katya went to lay next to it immediately, and I placed the girl down on the sofa in front of it while I added logs to it until the flames were high. I made a hot pot of tea and put my things away before bringing the girl a mug of tea. I placed mine down on the coffee table and held the mug to her mouth, helping her to drink. She coughed, and I hoped that the liquid wouldn't hurt her frozen throat. Katya began to sleep, snoring by the fire as I took the girl in my arms and held her against my body, trying to warm her. However, innocent my intentions where I was still enjoying having such a beautiful helpless girl in my arms, and I pulled my heavy jacket around her firmly.
"My name is Kalista, what's yours?" I asked the girl stroking her hair. She looked up at me and cleared her throat a few times before she spoke.
"I'm Summer," she replied with an angelic voice. Her lips had begun to turn a rosy pink as her body warmed up, and her eyes were focused.
"How did I get here? Who are you?" Summer asked as if suddenly realizing she was not tied to a tree anymore.
"My dog Katya found you. You were tied to a tree only wearing your um panties and bra. What happened to you?" I replied. Hearing her name, Katya woke up and came to rest her big head next to Summer's thigh, monstering it in contrast. Summer reached out and patted Katya who craned her neck to meet her touch.
"I was living in the commune; I don't think it is from around here. Where I was, it wasn't snowing. But I tried to escape, the last thing I remember was that I was running through the woods and felt a pinch," Summer said feeling her arm. She turned it around to try and see the back of it, and sure enough, there was a needle prick in her flesh.
"Those bastards," Summer said as she began to cry. Seeing her upset, Katya began to lick her hand, and I grabbed her by the opening of the jacket and pulled her onto my lap.
"It's OK Summer; you're safe now, we can go to the police and get this all sorted out if you'd like?" I said to her as her little body shook in my arms. I snapped my fingers, and Katya went to lay back down by the fire as I stood up and held Summer in my arms.
"Come on, baby girl, it's alright," I said as I gently rocked her. She reached up, wrapped her arms around my neck, and I felt my blue and white flannel soak through as she cried into the nape of my neck. I walked over to where my phone was laying on the kitchen table and dialed 911 and was told to come down to the station right away. Summer didn't want to go, but I told her that if anything had happened to her while she was unconscious, the police needed to know. I held her hand while they did the relevant tests and asked her if there was anybody they could ring for her. She shook her head, "I'm an orphan and I never really had any friends. I went to live with the family when I was 18."
"How old are you now?" I asked Summer who had been given baggy clothes from the police. She pushed up the sleeves of the oversized sweater and thought for a moment.
"We didn't celebrate birthdays, but I kept a page with all my important dates, and I know I'm 22," Summer said, trying to remember what she had written in her diary. I told the police she could stay with me to which Summer eagerly agreed, and the Police said her they would be in touch if they needed anything else or if they could catch the people who had done this to her.
As we walked back to the truck, Katya stood up in the tray and barked happily to us. Summer reached up and cuddled her before I took her hand and pushed her into the truck. Her clothes were four sizes too big and I looked over at her trying to fold up the jeans around her ankles as I drove out of the station.
"We are going to need to get you some new clothes, little one," I said to her making her giggle. It was the first time I had heard her laugh, and it warmed my heart. But she made my heart skip a beat when she placed her hand over mine.
"Thanks, Kalista. You're so nice to me, and you don't even know me," Summer almost whispered. I gave her a sideward smirk and winked at her, making her giggle again, and I turned my hand over and held hers while I drove us to the store.
"Get whatever you like, you'll need at least five outfits, sweetie," I said, taking a shopping trolley and walking her into the store. Summer went quiet and shy and walked behind me, almost hugging my back. I turned around and looked down at her only just realizing that she probably hadn't been in a real store in years.
"It's OK baby, do you think I'm going to let anything bad happen to you?" I asked her. She just bit her bottom lip and shook her head before I opened my arms and held her until she gently pushed me away and began to look through the store. I stayed by her as she put in jeans, sweaters, and long sleeve shirts. I took her to the shoe department and got her a pair of winter boots for walking in the woods and a pair for going into town. She chose pink cloud pajamas, and I bought her three pairs of fluffy thigh-high socks and a selection of bras and panties. I liked dressing her, she would twirl in the dressing rooms and playfully pose, and I had to remind myself that she wasn't my baby girl.
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bsp; I have had baby girls before, but I hadn't bothered looking for one around here, I had figured that my small little country community was too conservative to be into something like this. But here Summer was, giggling when I pulled on her jeans up and playfully spanked her bottom.
"I've been a good girl, why am I getting spanked?!" Summer giggled. I grabbed her wrist and moved her arms out of my way as I struck her one last time.
"Because I like hearing your giggles little one," I whispered in her ear making her blush. I didn't want her to let me have her just because I had looked after her since Katya found her, so I stepped back and let her dress.
"If you want to leave, just let me know. OK, I'm not about to try and lock you up like they did Summer," I said seriously. Summer turned around and caught me off guard as she wrapped her arms around me and placed her head on my large breasts.
"I know, but you are so nice, you're like a Mommy. I don't want to leave you," she replied, making me have to clench my calves so I wouldn't push her down and have my way with her right there on the changing room floor. I thought for a minute and swallowed hard before I spoke again.
"I can be your Mommy if you'd like baby girl," I said softly, hoping that no one else heard. Summer stopped being playful and looked at me very seriously. She took in my larger frame, and full curves, she reached up and ran her hands through my long wavy hair and over my lips.
"OK, Mommy," she quietly whispered, letting her hands rest on my heavy tits. I had thought it was a good idea to get them done while I was stripping but had felt self-conscious of their huge size before now. Now I had a baby girl who didn't know it yet but would be loving them for hours to come. I smiled and paid for Summer's new clothes before she went back into the changing room to dress. When she came out, I was impressed with my baby. She had happily accepted everything that I had told her I wanted her to have, and she looked divine.