Mommy’s Top Drawer

by Tina Moore

  “Oh wrong number Nance,” Steff said down the phone. Before Loren realized what she was saying she was yelling Mommy down the phone as loudly as she could, hoping Nancy would hear and hoping Steff’s eardrum would be hurt.

  “Baby?” Nancy said, taking the phone away from Steff.

  “Mommy, I’m so sorry I ran away,” Loren replied quickly, wanting Nancy to know it was her.

  “Sweetheart, I’ve been so worried, you didn’t even tell me where you were going,” Nancy stated. Hearing the concern in her voice, Loren dropped to the floor and began to cry.

  “I’m so sorry, I’m just so sorry,” Loren said as she wept.

  “No darling, I’m sorry. I made a huge mistake just assuming you would be OK with what I wanted to do to you just because we have done it before. I shouldn’t have exhibited you like that. I didn’t realize you wouldn’t like it. Are you coming home to me baby girl?” Nancy said making Loren cry even more.

  “You should be able to do whatever you want with me; I’m yours. I’m sorry I didn’t let you do whatever,” Loren said between sobs.

  “That’s not how I want our relationship to be baby. You’re mine, but I don’t want to hurt you, and I’m so sorry I did,” Nancy said lovingly.

  “My flight home is tomorrow, but I want to go to the airport and catch the first flight back. Will you pick me up, Mommy?” Loren asked, hoping Nancy would let her back into the house.

  “Of course, tell me when your flight lands and I’ll be there baby girl. Loren?” Nancy said seriously making Loren’s eyes go wide.

  “Yes, Mommy?” She replied curiously.

  “Mommy will always be here for you baby girl. Mommy might make you mad, but you never need to run away from me, you can always come to me and say I’ve done something to upset you and we will talk about it until it’s better,” Nancy said making Loren’s heart glow.

  Nancy picked Loren up from the airport, and they held hands the whole car ride home. When Loren walked into the living room and put her bags down next to Nancy’s couch, she smiled as she saw her bunny and blankie waiting for her. Loren turned around on the spot and Nancy pushed a pacifier into her mouth before she could say a word making her giggle.

  “Has Mommy’s baby girl missed this?” Nancy said, picking Loren up and carrying her into the nursery. Nancy took Loren’s clothes off, grabbed a vibrator, butt plug and diaper, and walked into the bathroom and ran a bath for Loren who stayed in the nursery.

  “Baby?” Nancy asked from the bathroom. When Loren entered, she was holding the paddle in one hand and her bunny by the ear in the other. Nancy raised an eyebrow and smirked.

  “I guess you’ll need this to Mommy,” Loren said, handing the paddle to Nancy who took it and ran her fingers over it.

  “You are very right baby, but Mommy is going to wait until tomorrow to punish you. Let’s get you settled back in before I remind you who is boss. You aren’t going to be doing another disappearing act on me, young lady,” Nancy said playfully patting Loren’s bottom and helping her into the bath.

  After Loren’s bath Nancy lubed the toys and filled Loren’s holes. Watching as she squirmed uncomfortably, Nancy laughed and picked Loren up for a hug.

  “Mommy filled you up with the big toys today baby,” Nancy said, pushing the butt plug in further making Loren limb with submission. Nancy fitted Loren into her diaper and turned the vibrator up, causing Loren to gasp and rub herself.

  “No little one. You aren’t allowed to touch,” Nancy explained putting the remote into her back pocket and taking Loren’s hands away. She took Loren’s hand and led her back into the nursery and chose a white onesie, and pink socks, dressing Loren quickly while Loren squirmed and moaned as the vibrator kept her on the edge of orgasm. Nancy picked Loren up and cuffed her wrists and ankles to the cot. She took a pacifier gag from the draw and secured it around Loren’s head and stroked Loren’s forehead. Nancy then took a pink leather chastity belt from the cupboard fitted it tight over her onesie, making her diaper push firmly into her pussy.

  “You better get used to that sweetheart. Mommy is going to keep you like that all night. I want you to fill that diaper with your sweet cum by morning. Welcome home little one,” Nancy said as she turned off the light and closed the door behind her.

  Mommy Loves You

  An MDLG ABDL dynamic for littles. Mommy will lovingly diaper you, find your favorite pacifier and make sure you have all your stuffies

  By Tina Moore

  Sunday

  I wake up before you and watch you sleep. Gosh, you look so cute in your jammies all wrapped up in blankie. You stir, frowning slightly as the sun hits your forehead and I move my body to shield you from the light. You smile in your sleep. I like to think it’s because you know Mommy is here. I begin to stroke your forehead, and I smile as you stick your thumb in your mouth and begin to suck. I gently take your hand away and hold my breast to your lips. Running my hard nipple over your lips until you open your pretty mouth. I whisper to you, “Open wide baby,” and fill your mouth with my milky breast. Milk dribbles from your lips as you suckle from Mommy wetting your cheek. You wake up as the wetness tickles you and blink your eyes sleepily.

  “Shh little one, Mommy has you,” I say making you smile behind my breast. I take it out of your mouth and kiss the tip of your nose.

  “Good morning, my little sweetness, did you have a good sleep?” You nod your head and reach for me.

  “Does the baby want cuddle time with Mommy?” You clap your hands excitedly, and I sit up and pull you onto my lap. I reach across and grab your pink bunny and jump it up your legs till you clutch it in your sweet little hands.

  “Does that feel good baby?” I’m stroking your thigh while you wrap your arms around my neck, pressing your body against mine. I can feel your heartbeat and quicken my breathing to match your rhythm.

  “Do you know what day it is today, sweetheart?” You shake your head, tickling Mommy with your hair.

  “It’s Sunday. Do you remember what Mommy does on a Sunday?” You pull away from me and look at me with a twinkle in your eye.

  “Mommy makes you pancakes.” I watch as you look excited, happy to be getting a treat. You’re always such a good baby for Mommy, and I love giving you tasty treats. You push on my soft tummy, and I groan as you push yourself off me and crawl to the end of the bed.

  “Oh, someone is eager.” I watch as you drop bunny to the floor and reach down to get her. I like that you can’t reach. When I got the bed custom-made, I made sure it was high enough to make it difficult for you to get down. I wanted you to be Mommy’s little prisoner when you were in bed with me.

  “Alright, alright, I’m coming.” You look back at me and whine a little bit wanting bunny back.

  “What did I say about that, sweetheart?” I say giving you a warning. You look down sad that I had to correct you. I let you be sad because I know it won’t be for long as I slide off the bed and pick up bunny. I hold her up to you and watch as you reach out to grab her. I hold her just out of your reach. I like watching you bounce on Mommy’s bed, desperate to have her back.

  “It looks like you love bunny more than Mommy,” I say looking at bunny. You gasp and shake your head, your hair flying about.

  “Yes look, you wanted her more than me. Baby is it true?” I ask. Now you’re bouncing and reaching for me. I smile. I like watching you bounce. Your thighs jiggle slightly, and your diaper makes crinkly sounds. You’re pouting now, not taking my joke as a joke at all and I climb back up onto bed, and you tackle me in a cuddle.

  “Oh, baby, I thought you wanted bunny, not Mommy,” I tease. You look at me and take bunny in your hand. You look at her and suddenly threw her off the bed again. I am shocked, you haven’t done something naughty like that in a long time, but my eyes soften as I hear your sweet words.

  “I love you more Mommy. I want you.” I fawn over you and put a paci in your mouth, and you suck as I help you off the bed. You crawl to bunny, and I bend down you feel b
etween your legs.

  “Your diaper feels heavy baby. Mommy is going to change you before I make breakfast.” You instinctively crawl to your changing area in my bedroom. When I had the house built, I had an area in my room designed just for you so I could change you here instead of always having to go to your nursery. You love the spot in my bedroom that is just for you. It’s a long narrow room that has a thick furry rug covering most of the carpet. It has a painted pink feature wall and an elaborate mobile that spans almost the length of the ceiling which has kept you entertained for hours. There’s a toy box full of your stuffies and a free-standing cupboard which I keep stocked with your diapers, bibs, paci’s, powder, and lotion. I keep the door to your little room in my bedroom open most days, but today it is shut. As I open it, you crawl in and lay on your back as you look up at the mobile. I take out a diaper, some wipes, and powder and decide I’ll dress you now. I was going to wait until after breakfast, but you are such a clean little thing. I never have to worry about you getting sticky syrup on yourself.

  “Lift your bottom baby.” You lift and I take your wet diaper away and place a fresh dry one under you. You’ve gotten so good at wetting your diapers for Mommy. You use to be so nervous too, embarrassed because you were trying to be a big girl. But we both know you aren’t a big girl, you’re Mommy’s little darling, and I like that you know that now. I wipe you down, making you clean and fresh again as I sprinkle powder over your bottom and pussy. You are giggling to yourself as I tickle you slightly before fastening your diaper and watching as you make a beeline to your toy box.

  “Just one baby girl.” I know you love to set your stuffies up in a row at breakfast time, but I don’t want a teddy bear picnic today. I come up behind you and pull up your diaper cover. You love the one I’ve picked it’s the pink one with the big silver bow at the back. I walk out of your room happy I can hear you crawling behind me and point to the corner of my room which as cushions and blankies sprawled out over the floor. There is an adult sized teddy bear leaning upright in the corner, and I watch as you snuggle into it and begin playing in your little nest. I smile and walk into the shower. I turn on the warm water, and from here I can watch you play. You are making your stuffies talk to each other, and I feel between my legs watching you. I rub myself as the warm water flows over my breasts and steaming up the room. You don’t see me slip a finger into my pussy and begin pushing it in and out as I watch you. You’re so perfect in your diaper; you’re pretty hair loose and free as the teddy bear arms fall over you. It looks like it could just scoop you up and take you away. Not that I’d let it. I wouldn’t let anyone else have you, my precious little girl.

  I turn the shower off and dry myself with the large fluffy white towels we bought last week and make my way back to you. I’m naked as I walk into my cupboard and sit down on the ottoman in the middle of the room. My cupboard is more like second bedroom if I am really honest and I watch as you sneak your head around the corner.

  “I was wondering when you’d appear my cheeky girl.” You giggle and look bashful as you take in my womanly figure. I am still in good shape even though my stomach is becoming soft; my breasts are still large and full. Probably from years of letting your sweet lips suckle, but how can I refuse my darling girl? I let you rest your head on my thigh, and you watch as I select my next outfit.

  “Something comfortable, I think.” I stand up and snap my fingers behind me, knowing all too well you will try and sit on my ottoman. I choose a navy silk wrap around dress and matching lace bra and panty set and change in front of you. I know you think I’m beautiful. I can see it in your eyes. My thick chestnut waves fall loosely just under my shoulders, and I cup your chin as I pass you giving you a little tickle.

  “Come on; you don’t want to miss out on pancakes, do you?” I say as I watch you crawl quickly after me. Of course, I make it to the kitchen before you. Your little leggies can’t keep up with Mommy. I watch as you sit at your little table along the far side of the living room. You’re lining up your crayons in their color tones. You do this more than actually coloring with them, but I don’t mind. It gets you out of the kitchen. You’re too little to be in the kitchen when the stove is on. I start mixing the ingredients as you take your orange crayon and begin drawing a picture for Mommy. I love your pictures, and I put them up on the fridge and always let you decide which magnet will be used. At the moment you love the shiny magnets we got at the markets. It was your special treat to go after you had been such a good girl for Mommy when I had been sick a month ago.

  “It’s almost ready little girl.” I see you spin around and giggle happily as you tidy your crayons away and crawl over to the kitchen table. I help you up and put your sparkly unicorn plate down. I put a pink bib with matches your diaper cover around your neck gently and take out your paci.

  “Be careful; they are hot.” You hold your hands back as I serve you two pancakes. You wait for me to join you before you start trying to cut them yourself. You were such a good girl from the beginning with your manners. I hardly had to teach you anything. I remember when I had served you dinner one time and had to take a work call for over two hours and when I came back you were still waiting for me to join you before you touched your food. It had turned stone cold, and I had to make you some more, but I loved that you were so submissive for Mommy.

  “Do you want syrup baby girl?” I love hearing your, “Yes please Mommy,” as I pour warm sticky syrup all over your pancakes. I help you cut up the rest of them, and stab a piece of pancake with your fork before giving it to you. You like to feed yourself, but you are still too little to do everything. I love that you still need Mommy’s help. A little bit of syrup drips onto your fingers, and you put your fork down and try to wipe it off quickly. You hate getting dirt, and I smile as I get a wipe from the kitchen bench. I keep them there for a reason. I wipe your fingys clean, and you happily go back to eating, humming a little song and doing a little dance as you eat. I love watching you when you’re feeling playful like this you’re just such a cute little girl. You give Mommy big smiles as you finish your pancakes, and I take your plate away to the kitchen. You reach for your sippy cup, and I take you down off the chair before I give it to you.

  “Mommy is going to clean up breakfast baby girl. What are you going to do?” I ask watching you point back to your colorings.

  “Alright, little one.” You bite down on your sippy cup as you crawl back to your picture and I watch as you carefully put your cup down next to your crayons.

  “Such a big girl.” I am busy cleaning up when I turn around and get a fright. You have snuck up on Mommy, and I almost stepped on your pretty little feet.

  “Baby girl! I didn’t hear you there. What a pretty picture you’ve drawn Mommy. Why are you shaking your head at me? Is it not for Mommy?” I love teasing you. You shake your head left and right for longer than necessary. I think that while answering you began having fun swaying your hair around and have forgotten what we were talking about. Bending down, I gently place my heads on either side of your head and look into your dizzy eyes.

  “Who is it for then little one?” You point to bunny, and I stand you up so you can put the picture on the fridge.

  “What magnet does bunny get baby?” I see you looking very hard between the sparkly red magnet and the sparkly gold magnet. I’m almost about to choose for you when you reach for the gold one and stick it on the fridge.

  “There,” you say with satisfaction. I’ve finished cleaning up and straightening the living room. You’re a good girl and don’t spread your toys everywhere. You like everything to be in neat little piles.

  “We have to do some cleaning today, baby. How about this Mommy is going to do the washing, and you are going to go into your room and sort out your toys. I want your blocks back in the toy box, and your stuffies in the bookshelf understand?” I say. You can get very distracted in your room, so I put my hand on my hip and give you a little bit of a stern look so you know I mean business.

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nbsp; “Yes Mommy,” comes the words which make my heart sing, and you scurry off to your room. I wait and listen because I know that in about two minutes I’ll need to go into your room and remind you of what you are doing in there. Sure enough, I hear a block tower crashing to the floor and make my way to your room.

  “Little lady, this is your last warning. Don’t make Mommy sad.” You look as guilty as anything as I raise an eyebrow at you and rub over my heavy milk filled breast with my hands.

  “Bad girls don’t get milkys baby girl. You decide,” I say watching you snap into gear. I leave you to your chores and go to do our washing. I strip the beds and wash the sheets and towels before putting out new ones for the week. I took your blankies and put them in next making sure you don’t see. You hate it when I wash your blankies; you say it makes them feel funny, I say it gets rid of germs, and you know what Mommy says goes. The cleaning lady will do the rest, but I like to do the linen myself. I want to make sure my little girl’s things are nice and clean and don’t trust another person to look after your blankies the way Mommy does. I go back into your room and see you’ve been a good girl and put all your toys away.

  “Milkys,” you say, reaching for me. I would usually make you wait until I had made myself lunch, but they are hurting my back today, and I make my way over to the rocking chair I had made for us. I sit down and watch as you patiently wait to be let on. You know you’re not allowed on without Mommy’s permission. I pat my lap, and you eagerly climb up and get comfy on Mommy. I adjust you slightly and begin to rock as you suckle. You close your eyes, and I can feel your tongue lapping at my nipples. I squeeze my milk into your mouth, enjoying watching your cheeks go full. You swallow and pull on my nipple. I love how sweet you look there in my arms as I give you everything you need my precious baby girl. I begin to pat your bottom and feel you push onto me wanting all my lovies. I lift you and put you onto my other breast, and you settle quickly as I hold you close while I rock and nurse you. It’s funny to think that when I first brought you home, you were nervous to suckle from Mommy. Now you ask for it when you know you shouldn’t get it on the off chance I let you have milkys early. Your persistence has paid off today as you empty my breasts you’re just lucky you only ever ask once. You know that I don’t like to be harassed when I’ve given you my answer to something. I hear the washing machine go off and feel you getting sleepy in my arms. I love how you fall asleep as soon as your tummy is filled. I gently pull you up and help you into your cot, pulling up the side and securing you in. I know it’s a little early for your nap, but I draw the curtains shut and give you your bunny and blankie before kissing your cheeks and closing the door behind me. I go to the laundry and put the washing into the dryer before going into the kitchen and making myself lunch. I make you a sandwich as well; I know you’ll be hungry when you wake up from your nap. I give you a ham and cheese sandwich on dense rye and cut it up into eight small pieces. I put it in a container in the fridge and take my salad and spicy mince into the living room and turn on a show.