by Moore, Tina
"My perfect baby," I said as I took her hand and looked at her. She wore pink snow boots with skinny black denim jeans, a white, long sleeve shirt under a fluffy white sweater. She had a black puffer vest, and I took her hands and pulled on pink fingerless gloves.
"Come here my little snow bunny," I said cuddling her and running my hands over her body making her giggle and squirm in my arms.
"Summer, I'm home baby girl," I called as I walked into the cabin. It had been two months since I had rescued Summer from the snow and took her in as my little one. We had a good routine of me going to work five days a week, and I had begun to diaper Summer in the evenings. I had told her she was ready to get a job so she didn't get bored during the day and she had been employed at the clothing store we had gone to when I bought her first sets of clothes.
"I'm in here, Mommy," Summer said. I hung my bag up on one of the hooks by the door and thought it was strange that Katya wasn't already by my heel. She usually pounced on us when we came home, and I looked in front of the fireplace assuming she was there instead. I narrowed my eyes and smiled when I heard Summer's giggles coming from her play room. I had let one of the rooms of the cabin be for her, and although we slept in my bed together, she spent a lot of time in her playroom.
"Look, Mommy, Katy and I are playing hairdressers," Summer said proudly. I looked at what she had done to Katya and laughed. Katy was not as amused, but I was impressed she had let Summer play for as long as they had. Summer had given Katy two big pink bows on both her ears and had put little butterfly clips over her back. Upon seeing me, Katy looked in my direction with big sad puppy dog eyes and huffed before licking Summer and putting her head down on the ground as Summer placed more clips in place.
"I think she might have had little enough one, come here and let Mommy get you ready for beddys," I said, clapping my hands at Summer and picking her up. She leaned back as I carried her to the bathroom and tried to put clips in my hair.
"Not on Mommy baby girl, Mommy doesn't want to play right now," I told Summer. Summer looked at me, confused.
"Why not Mommy?" She asked, stopping like a good girl when I told her no. I sat on the edge of the big bathtub and placed her on my lap before I started running the warm bath water. I lifted Summer's arms as I took off her shirt, and I flicked her nipples until she was forced to pull away from me.
"Because baby girl, Mommy wants to play with you instead," I said, rubbing her over her soft cotton shorts. It had been her day off today, and she had let the fire burn all day, resulting in a very warm house. I liked it when she did this because she would only wear thigh high socks, short little shorts, and a long sleeve tight shirt making me want to ruin her.
I took off her clothes and stuck two fingers into her mouth, making her choke while she tried to get them as wet as she could. She had made the mistake of not getting my fingers wet enough before and had not repeated the same mistake since. Taking my fingers out of her mouth, I toyed with her asshole making her eyes go wide.
"I think I'm going to fill this pretty little hole tonight baby girl, maybe stretch you until you squeal for me, what do you think?" I said, forcing my two fingers into her ass and spreading my fingers apart as far as I could while my other hand began to rub her clit. She moaned and panted shallowly before trying to reply.
"Yes, Mommy," Summer moaned, making me laugh.
"Yes, Mommy what baby girl, are you just saying yes Mommy because you've forgotten my question? Does doing this make you remember?" I said, pushing two fingers into her wet pussy and pushing my other two fingers into her ass, making her squeal.
"Yes Mommy, I'll take it and squeal for you," Summer said as I began to fuck her roughly. I could see the water level rising, and I edged her until the water was halfway filling the tub. Taking my fingers away from her, she moaned in frustration, making me laugh as I picked her up and placed her in the tub.
"Get nice and clean for me little one," I said before leaving her to wash.
When I came back ten minutes later, she was playing with the bath ducks I had bought her.
"Katy is very happy to have stopped playing hairdressers baby girl," I said, putting her butterfly clips back in the draw. Summer giggled and splashed water over the tub and onto the floor as she raced two ducks around the bath.
"Come on, up you come," I said, placing a towel on my chest and picking her out of the bath. I liked that I was so much bigger than her and that she was unable to fight me. She had tried to resist me a few times, wanting to stay in the water or not wanting to go to bed but between simply picking her up or placing my thigh over her body to pin her down, she was helpless against me.
"Mommy, I don't have a diaper tonight, I don't need one," Summer said. She looked at me with a wicked brattiness, and I knew that tonight would be fun. I ignored her and took her to my room and threw her down on the bed.
"Did you hear me, Mommy?" Summer said, trying to sound authoritative. I laughed.
"Yes I heard you baby girl, I just don't fucking care what you want. I want you in a diaper, so you'll get a diaper. Maybe I might even put two on you for being such a naughty little girl," I said, taking off my pants. I watched as Summer watched me undress and I enjoyed putting on a show for her. Music or not, I loved how I moved my body until I was standing over Summer's pretty mouth and lowered my cunt onto her lips.
"Lick it for Mommy," I instructed groping my tits as Summer's tongue dived into my aching hole. I loved smothering her but lifted my thighs, letting her breath before lowering myself onto her again. I kept my hand around her neck, feeling her pulse to make sure she could breathe as I forced her to eat my pussy, rocking back and forth and grinding down on her little face.
"You can't get away from Mommy baby girl, stop trying," I said as saw her legs start to wriggle. I lifted off her slightly as she gasped for air, my juices covering her face and neck.
"You'd better make me cum little girl," I said, reaching down and slapping her legs apart. I spat on her pussy and rubbed her clit until I felt her moaning into my pussy.
"You're going to cum for Mommy. Say Mommy please baby girl," I commanded, slapping Summer's pussy before finger fucking her again.
"Mommy please," Summer breathlessly moaned, her lips vibrating against my clit, making my juices flow again.
"Louder," I said fucking her more roughly, wanting her to be limp with exhaustion.
"Mommy please!" Summer screamed into my cunt as we both came hard at the same time. I liked feeling my cunt squirt into her mouth and felt her tongue lick me clean as I patted her pussy before wetting a black bunny tailed butt plug with her cream.
"Take it, my pretty girl," I said, pushing it into her resisting ass. I muffled her cries with my pussy as I filled her only recently deflowered asshole with the toy and stayed on top of her until her cries only came as whimpers.
"Good girl," I said slowly. I got off her and picked her up and cuddled her as I walked into her playroom. I kept cradling her in my arms as I filled her mouth with my nipple and let the weight of my breast fall on her chest and face.
"Suck on Mommy baby girl. I know your pretty ass hurts, but you're such a good girl for Mommy," I said. Leaving my nipple in her mouth until she had calmed down, I walked over to the cupboard and picked out her outfit. A pink diaper that I had previously cut a hole in the back to fit her little tail for and a baby blue long sleeve shirt. Tonight I'd leave her braless and took out the nipple clamps. I took out a paci gag and leather cuffs and enjoyed the look in her eyes as she saw just how used she was going to be tonight. Holding my breast in both her hands, she took my nipple out her mouth.
"Mommy, I," Summer started to say before I pushed my nipple back down her throat.
"I don't remember asking your opinion little one," I said, pinching her nose closed and making her gasp around my breast.
"Much better," I said, holding her in one arm as my other hand slapped her cheek while she suckled. Growing bored of denying her, I put her down on the floor and began
diapering her. She wriggled which just made me shake my head at her and take out a fat vibrating dildo, spitting on it and forcing it up her cunt.
"You're a silly little girl sometimes baby," I said, turning it on and fastening her diaper in place. I took the nipple clamps and bit down firmly on her nipples, making them hard as I secured the clamps in place.
"Pretty girl," I said as I watched Summer roll around on the floor in sexual frustration. I knew she wouldn't be cumming for at least an hour, and I was going to enjoy every minute of her torture. Next, I put her shirt on and flicked the clamps as I dressed her.
"Please Mommy please," Summer begged as she tried to touch her pussy through her diaper.
"I knew I'd need these," I laughed taking her wrists and cuffing them behind her back. I lifted her and took her to the living room. I placed her gently down on the sofa and let Katya out for her nightly prowl. Summer moaned loudly on the couch when I turned the intensity of the vibrator up, and I gagged her, making her suck on the pacifier as her juices dripped into her diaper.
"Who's my slutty baby girl," I said coming to sit behind my pretty toy. I moved her so she was sitting between my thighs and I wrapped my legs around hers, forcing them apart. Summer grunted in defiance, making me laugh and hit her pussy hard over her diaper.
"Give me what I want baby, you have no choice," I whispered in her ear as I reached around and held her neck while my other hand flicked the clamps up and down. She tried to pull away from me, moaning in tormented frustration before I turned the vibrator onto its highest setting.
"Enjoy my little slut, you can come, you have permission in advance," I said, holding her down and watching the flames of the fire. Summer writhed under me, being forced to cum over and over, the flames from the fire, making the room hot and Summer began to sweat as she was used. Watching her, I kissed her face and reached into her diaper.
"Mommy is going to finish you off," I said, pulling the vibrator from her pussy before slamming it back into her. She turned in my arms and straddled me, pushing the clamps into my breasts which just made her squeal behind the gag.
"There it is," I said as I held her on my lap and fucked her with the thick dildo. Pounding into her pussy, Summer fell limp in my arms before she had even cum and I fucked her defeated body for another hour, filling her hole and feeling her cream squirt out of her used cunt and into her diaper until she shook her head, unable to go on. I smile and gently took the vibrator out of her pussy and undid the gag. She opened her mouth, and I pushed the cock into her mouth, and she held it there like the good little slut she was. I uncuffed her wrists, and she began sucking on the dildo, using both hands like I had trained her too. I smiled and sat against the sofa as I watched her fill her mouth over and over. I let her continue as I took off the clamps, pinching her nipples and pushing the cock down her throat when she flinched.
"I didn't say to stop did I," I said ruffling up the fur of her bunny tail. I could tell she could feel the plug moving inside of her by how wide her eyes became when I moved it. I waited until she had sucked all her pussy juice off the toy before I let her stop and picked her up again.
"Time for bed little one," I said, throwing her down and pinning her to the bed with one hand as the other reached into her diaper and pulled the plug out. Summer bit her bottom lip and whimpered as I pulled it from her, making me excited all over again.
"Careful little one, you don't want Mommy to take you again, do you?" I said, coming to cuddle my beautiful baby girl.
Vote One For Mommy
I've never really been into politics. I mean, don't they all promise the same thing and under deliver time after time regardless of who gets elected? Anyway, I always had that view, that was until I met Stacey.
Stacey had been the elected Mayor in a small two-bit town for three years when I rolled in. I'd moved from the city to get some space after a messy breakup and upon arriving, knew this one-horse town would do the trick. It was quiet, the most exciting thing that happened was local boys who drove tractors during the day, chased girls by the lake at night and played football on the weekends. The girls, well their only real aspiration was to become the wife of whoever the alpha male was of their graduating class, so I knew I'd have no trouble laying low and licking my wounds.
I had been living there for about three months before I ran into her. I was ordering coffee at the one diner in town and saw her out on the street handing people flyers and pinning on badges.
"Looks kinda lame doesn't it?" I heard a voice say behind me. I turned around, and there she was. Her beauty had me shook the moment our eyes met. She had that creamy soft type of skin and wave after wave of dark purple hair. Her eyes shone amber as the midday sun shone onto them, and her whole presence was like drinking cool ice tea on a hot day. She must have noticed I was lost for words because she sat down and reached over to take my coffee in her hands. I watched as she took a sip, not minding at all, drinking from a stranger's cup.
"I'm Stacey, who might you be?" Stacey asked, looking at me with a subtle smile.
"Oh, hi, I'm Bianca, but everyone just calls me B," I replied, blushing slightly embarrassed I'd just assumed she'd want to call me B as well. Stacey leaned back, and I was mildly aware that people were staring at us, but I didn't care. Never in my 24 years had I ever had a conversation with anyone as captivating as Stacey.
"Wow, you've lumped me in the everyone box straight off the bat," Stacey teased only making me more embarrassed. I knew that pleading my case would create a bigger hole I had obviously already dug myself so I just smiled and looked out the window again. The lady was still there, kissing babies, and it made me wonder what kind of moron would let a Politician kiss their baby.
"Weird, huh?" Stacey asked, interrupting my thoughts. I turned and looked at her blankly after being ripped out of my thoughts. She tilted her head to the woman outside.
"I never kiss babies; in fact, I have a completely different pre-election game plan. Hers is weak," Stacey explained. I looked at her with her mid 30's youth and outlandish hair color and looked back out to the woman on the street.
"You mean, you are running against her?" I asked, unsure of what she was trying to say. My confusion made Stacey laugh, and she nodded.
"I'm the Mayor around here. Didn't you know?" Stacey asked, helping me to finally understand why people were looking at us. They weren't looking at me so much as looking at her.
"Politician huh," I said not being quite sure where to place this new information.
"So, your game plan is to drink newcomers coffee and rip shreds off the opposition?" I teased. Stacey laughed, and I caught myself having that awful feeling. The one that latches onto your heart and races through your body, the feeling that only leads to heartbreak.
"No, this is me trying to flirt with you. But clearly, it's not working. Let me try again, would you like to come to dinner on Friday night?" Stacey asked. I couldn't believe the nerve of this woman. I sat back in the booth and looked her up and down. I didn't like how much power she had over me.
"I'm busy sorry," I said, getting up and leaving the bill on the table with a generous tip. For a family owned joint, they did a great job.
"What are you so busy with?" Stacey asked. I wasn't expecting her to keep trying, hell if someone had shut me down the way I was her, I'd of wanted to disappear and never been seen again. I looked at her and tried to study her face. What is it about this one? I thought to myself. A waitress dropped a tray of forks startling me out of my trance, and I quickly wrote down my number on a napkin.
"Here, give me a call, and we can arrange something," I said, sliding her the napkin with my name and number before I pulled my coat on and walked out the door. I didn't need to turn around to know her eyes were on me; I could feel them. Her stare had been playful and mischievous like she knew I'd give in to her, but there was something else. A daring, a challenge, she looked at me as though she knew my deepest secrets and was waiting for me to discover them too.
A wee
k passed, and I hadn't heard from Stacey. It hurt the first few days, but I just filed it under, typical female bullshit, and got on with the rest of the week. I'd found a job at the local library and enjoyed being to hide all day in the shelves and books. The only other person who worked there was an older lady who had probably only hired me, so she had someone to talk to. I didn't mind, though, and our hour-long conversations over tea and cake made me forget for a moment what I had left behind. She told me about the history of this town, who the true owners of this land were and who the key players were. Like all small towns, the "founding families" thought they were more important than everyone else and owned most of the commercial real estate.
"What about Stacey?" I asked her during one of our cake and tea breaks. She smiled behind her cup, and it made me wonder what kind of evil this older woman had seen.
"Why do you ask about her?" She replied. I was aware she had answered my question with a question and knew that whatever she told me would have multiple meanings.
"I think you know by that look on your face," I bluntly replied. She put her teacup on the saucer and looked at me, almost as if she was trying to read my mind.
"Be careful with her; she is a powerful woman and will stop at nothing to get what she wants," the woman replied, matching my seriousness. She got up and began putting the books back away, signaling that it was the end of our conversation.
I had all but given up on Stacey when my phone rang one lazy Saturday morning.
"Oh, I haven't interrupted something important, have I?" Stacey asked. I could tell by the fake concern in her voice my response would not shift her desire, so I lied in my reply.
"No, I was just doing some housework," I said then held my breath. She was the sort of person you desperately wanted to be liked by, and I could feel myself getting sucked into her trap.