#md/lg blog

[mama-waterlily]

(hi. this is an older post that i don't really like anymore. read dionaea instead. it's a lot better, and follows the same premise.)

it is a CRIME that i'm not being taken home from a bar by a woman 10 years older than me who slipped sedatives into my drink, convincing me i just had one too many. she suggests i have some water to help me sober up, drugging me even more and leaving me even more sleepy and detached from reality.

she sits me down in a chair that is conspicuously covered with a plastic protector. as she planned, i begin to wet myself, soiling my pretty dress and leaking all over the floor. i'm too gone at this point to even form words. i just whimper and drop my water. she gently leads me by my wrist to a mat on the floor, where she gently strokes my belly and comforts me, telling me everything will be okay. she removes my wet clothes and lifts up my bottom to place a soft, pink diaper underneath. i'm too intoxicated to even think about protesting as she tapes me up, pats my padded princess parts, and sits me up to pull a babyish purple shirt with a yellow flower print on the front over my head.

she lifts me up and takes me to the couch, laying me across her lap, unbuttoning her shirt, and placing her breast in my mouth. all of my fears and troubles melt away. i don't even question it, beginning to drinking her sweet milk out of pure instinct as she gently rubs the front of my diaper. my new captor... protector? kidnapper? my new mama is becoming my sole source of comfort in my dizzy haze. i begin to doze off while still suckling. once my belly is full, she sits me up, slipping a pacifier into my mouth and guiding me to my feet. i'm too drugged to maintain coordination, and she giggles at my wobbly balance and leads me to a room at the end of the hall. i'm so sleepy that i can't care that it's decorated like a nursery, changing table and all. i just want to lay down. my mind has no other thoughts. she sits me down on an oversized crib, lifts up my hair and straps a collar around my neck. "doesn't that feel so nice, baby?" her words are like silk caressing my mind. i nod, drooling on myself and unable to form a coherent thought.

she clips a chain from my collar onto the crib, hands me a plushie, and raises the bars on the crib, locking them into place and leaving me completely imprisoned. "sweet dreams, mommy's new little baby. you're mine forever now." i stare at her blankly, my mind too sleepy and intoxicated to panic or feel anything other than soft serenity as i suckle on my pacifier.

i hold my teddy bear close to my chest and slowly fall asleep, completely unaware of my new situation.

[clemmy]

diaper girl wants to know if you wanna play ? 🍒

no need for breaks ! 🐝

[bunsdaycare]

Bloomers and diapers, onesies over diapers, diapers under skirts, diapers under large shirts, diapers diapers diapers diapers diapers

[mommycandysworld]

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[xcrmzz]

source: msbhaive on insta

[mama-waterlily]

one of my favorite things to do is treat a girl's moaning like baby babble

"(gasp) really, sweetie?"

"goodness, baby, tell me all about it."

delicious

[bunsdaycare]

Yes you call them your baby, but are you constantly dumbing them down? Making them forget all their thoughts? Making them nothing but a dependent, dumb, diapered baby? No? Then you’re not doing it right

[angel-kissed]

mommy and i had the besttt time on thursday >.<

after almost a week without s3x (we don't have a lot of time to begin with and i've been doing more holds) she finally gave it to me again!!

so we were laying down and she got on top of me and we had the best makeout session everrr, she was so passionate and kept pulling me closer and closer and she felt soooo good i felt myself getting wėtter and wėtter, so as see pulled away for air i begged and pleaded for her to give it to me "please mommy please i'm so desperate" as she put her hand under my chin and made me look her in the eyes and say it over and over again until i was looking her directly in the eyes and didn't stutter once

once she was satisfied with that she took off my shorts and ran her hands all over my body, then she put my legs up to my chest and started to e4t me, looking up from in between my thighs just to watch me struggle. if i've been reallyyyy good she'll even e4t me and go knuckle deep bøuncing on her f1ngers at the same time. sooo as she was down i grabbed her hand and put it in5ide me, she looked up and said "what do you want baby, huh? do you want me in5ide you?" as i nodded yes it was like she was already inside me and started going in, out, hitting the perfect spot going faster, faster, and faster. "aww is my baby even taking two fingers? look at youuu!!"

then she started tørturing my cl¡t, she finds it more amusing then i do but i have to be a good girl for mommy right? :( she spread my legs open and went right on my swollen cl¡t over and over. she was watching me shake and my hips thrust forward practically just begging to be let go but she didn't give in, she never does, why would she now? my body always loves putting up a fight just knowing it will always lose, knowing mommy will do whatever she wants despite my screams, she just keeps going until i can't scream anymore and thats exactly what happened. as my møans got higher and my breathing heavier, as i was so close to finishing she always stopped and moved to tørturing my cl¡t, finding not møans anymore but actual screams begging her to stop more pleasurable instead. as she saw my body giving up and just surrendering to her she says "awww is my baby finished?" "no mommy not yet but i'm soooo close" voice shaking and stuttering. "well what do you want?" mommy gave me a choice? she knows i'm so bad at those and would just let her do whatever she wants to me. "to be used, use me mommy" "does my baby want to be used? yeah?" as i'm already fvcked stupid. eyes heavy and closing at every touch, can't think and practically drooling at this point, body moving towards her finally just letting her treat me like a doll, giving everything to her while being a stupid doll. she stopped and tells me to scoot over so she could lay next to me. and as shes there she tells me to lay next to her in her arms, cuddled up. it's a reward when she lets me do that, meaning i'm finally good enough to be next to my mommy!! the bed was already absolutely soaking at this point and i was so weak, but as i was burried in her chest she grabbed my leg and put it over hers, letting her use me whenever she wants. she started pleasing me again hard right on my cl¡t, i can't ever finish that way so it's just tørture until she feels like stopping. i was screaming and she had a satisfied smile on her face, kicking my legs up and trying to get her off of me and squealing it wasn't until someone came home that she stopped.

but as i stayed a soaking and dumb mess she looked at me with shocked eyes "you did so good didn't you baby didn'tttt you!!" "really mama really?" is all i managed to whimper out and she said "of course you did come here baby!!" as she was scooping my head into her chest. with my arms and legs wrapped tightly around her she told me how good i am and how well i did and cuddled me as i drifted off sleepily.

i love my mommy so much, best mommy ever!! >.<

[mommymilfgf]

fingering her greedy little kidcunt until she’s practically riding moms fingers

[mama-waterlily]

as much as i adore the idea of a little one wetting herself without realizing it or without hesitation, i love gentle wetting encouragement for a girl who's still nervous about it

hair stroking, bottom patting and holding her in your lap

(whisper) "shhhh, it's okay, sweetie. just relax and let it all out."

"you have to go potty so bad, don't you, darling? be a good girl and wet yourself for mommy."

"that's it, baby. you're so good for me. soak your diaper for mama."

[bunsdaycare]

Spontaneous diaper checks where Mommy hums and coos, only to pull you into her lap when she feels that squishy seat, what starts as a check turns into soft cuddles, gentle rocking, and before you know it, you’re napping with Mommy’s legs tangled in yours, safe and snug.

[angel-kissed]

i have so many fantasies about my mommy but if i make a really good post she might actually give it to me!!! sooo in hopes of a treat

the thought of my mommy, my master, finally giving me the treat ive been asking her for months. the treat of being treated like a s3x toy and being her urinal. both of which i've earned through months and months of hard work of being a good girl and serving master. by being the best girl and listening to most every command, staying in my place (for the most part), not going potty until she says it's okay, for c4rving things into her at her request and being an obedient dog, i think we both know i earned it.

my master. while walking into our dimly lit bedroom with a stern but satisfied look, i can't help but look at her wide-eyed. "are you okay ma'am?" "shhh i'm fine love" as she straddles my legs and pushes me on my back. "except for the fact you've been acting like a fucking brat all day." three hard slaps come across the cheek for that. "you think you can talk back to me? you think you can disobey your master?" as she grips around my throat tighter and tighter. "hmm what was that baby?" she goes tighter. "no ma'am" "tell me baby no what?" "it's not okay to disobey you mommy." "gooddd." as she somehow grips tighter and then lets go, teasing your body by running her hands down it and brushing over your n¡pples and thighs.

she gets off of me and stands up. as she is i can't help but stare at her beautiful figure in awe. she's so tall and strong, she's mesmerizing. "come here with mommy, doll" she calls over and i hurrily comply. curling up at her feet hugging onto her legs and practically drooling on her big black leather boots, she grabs me by the hair and pulls me back, keeping her grip tight. "don't look at me like that baby we know you're a needy slvt.'" just to shove my head back down now to her hip level. she takes the small but beautiful f3tishized german kvife out of her pocket and runs her hands from her waist to her hips and father down just to tease me. she takes off her belt, the sound of the metal pieces hitting against eachother almost enough to get to me. they fall to the floor. she steps on my chest with her boot and pushes me down on my back. looking up all i can see is my mommy's beautiful body, making me more and more w3t by the second. her figure. her thighs she could k¡ll me with and her beautiful hips. her stomach and small waist. her big full breasts. her smooth legs. her flesh. her.

her completely dominating me with a smirk on her face. "i've heard someone has wanted something for a while isn't that right?" i nod, we both know it. she gets off for a minute just to tie my wrists together above my head and get right back on, this time with a boot on my chest the other above my head clipping my hair down. "open dog." i follow her commands. "i said fvcking open." as she brings the boot from my chest to my mouth to pry it open even wider, smiling down at me with the toe of her boot now in my mouth. she puts it down next to me and begins to s¡t on my face while still pinning my hair back, stopping right above where i can get up for my tongue to reach. "no baby, no treat, you didn't earn that did you?" and before i respond i already had her p¡ss filling my mouth.

after shes done she shoves her boot into my cl¡t and tells me how much of a slvt i am for her. "what a dirty whøre i didn't know you would really do anything for me, i guess i do have you wrapped around my finger, all to myself, my doll"

[mommyrays-blog]

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[mama-waterlily]

Waterlily

note: i am not the protagonist of this story!! i changed my URL after i wrote the story because i thought it was cute. the protagonist of this story is you. or your little. or me, if you'd like to imagine it that way. i wrote the protagonist to have no specific genitalia because i wanted everyone to be able to read it and "become waterlily" so to speak.

this is an ABDL story that contains kidnapping, wetting, bondage, stalking, drugging. reader has no specific genitalia.

She's been watching you for a while now.

She's extremely intelligent, and a very methodical stalker. She's somehow found you on every site you've visited, even anonymous accounts, in order to collect your interests. She breaks into your email to see the things you've ordered online. She follows you around and places cameras in your bedroom with a perfect view of your computer screen to see the kinks you engage in behind closed doors and the things you look at, and another with a great view of your bed to watch you sleep. She sits blushing, fawning, watching the camera feed and fantasizing of the day you'll finally become hers.

The night came where she took her place outside of your house. She's been monitoring your social media, and saw that you were online complaining about craving a particular food that you don't have in the house. This is the perfect opportunity to strike. She ambushes you when you're on your way to your car after dark, sticking you with a sedative and profusely apologizing as your vision slowly fades. She knows you're afraid of needles, but it's for your own good.

You wake up, laying in a soft bed to blurry vision and a music box softly playing in the background. You try to sit up, but you quickly come to realize that you are shackled by your wrists, ankles, and neck. Forced to remain on your back. Your eyes wander first at yourself. You're wearing an oversized, babyish purple shirt (a particular favorite of yours when you're feeling small) with a thick, pink diaper covered in bunny prints taped around your hips. The very same ones you've kept hidden in a box in the back of your closet. You notice the feeling almost immediately. Your reflex is to reach down and touch it, but the chains on your cuffs rattle and hold your wrist in place. You're trapped.

The haze in your vision starts to clear as you examine your surroundings. You see that you're surrounded by your very own plushies. They even have the little imperfections from snuggling and the clothes you've put on them. They aren't copies, they're yours. The rest of the room is a saccharine, pastel version of your bedroom. As if your bedroom and decor was used as a blueprint to design a nursery. Your sentimental photos are hung on the wall. Your medication is placed neatly on a table in the corner of the room, with your name on the bottles. The whole place feels... off. Someone didn't sneak in your house and redecorate your room. Your window is different. The room is shaped differently. You stammer out a muffled cry for help behind the pacifier held snug in your mouth by a strap around your head.

Quick, excited footsteps move toward you, growing louder as they draw near. Tears well in your eyes from the fear gripping your body. The door opens to a dark-haired woman dressed in a loose, black dress. She cannot contain her enthusiasm. "She's awake! My little Lily is finally awake!" You're too frozen in shock to even acknowledge that she's calling you a name that isn't yours. She moves toward you with a squeal, causing you to flinch and squeeze your eyes shut.

She stops where she is, eyeing you and acknowledging your fear. "Awww, I'm sorry, Waterlily. I didn't mean to scare you!" She moves toward you much slower, with a softer tone of voice. "It's okay, baby. I'm not gonna hurt you. Look, I even brought you all of this!" You reluctantly open your eyes to see her gesturing at your possessions and the plushies cuddling you from all sides.

"I've been... watching you. Is that creepy? That's not creepy, is it? No, it's not creepy. I just wanna take care of you! I just wanna make you happy. It's not creepy to make people happy." She doesn't keep up the tempered artifice for long. Her excitement becomes palpable once more as she approaches you and reaches toward your face, causing you to flinch once more as her soft fingers brush against your neck. Her face becomes flushed as she undoes the chain around your collar keeping you from sitting up.

"Your skin is so soft..." She gazes into your eyes and trails off before shaking herself out of it. "Well, l-look at this! I saw one of your posts saying you've always wanted one!" My posts? Who the fuck is this woman and how does she know me? You turn your head to see a soft pastel pink changing table against the wall. One of your plushies sits at the foot of the table, dressed in a nurse outfit. It's so sickly sweet it nearly makes you nauseous.

She turns her attention back to you, causing you to lay your head back down and turn away in fear. She seems genuinely upset and almost unable to believe that you're so afraid of her.

"What's the matter, Waterlily?" Her voice sounds genuinely concerned. "Are you hungry? Or maybe..." Her hand trails down your body slowly, placing two fingers inside your padding through the opening on your legs, causing you to jolt and squeal as her fingers brush past your most intimate parts. She seems surprised to feel that you're still dry.

"Baby girl, you haven't gone potty? The last time you made tinkles was your little accident while I was... helping you take a little nap so I could bring you home. That was so long ago, sweetheart!"

Your head spins as the realization of what this woman has done sets in. There's too much to process. As much as it enrages you to think it, she's right. There's been a sting in your bladder since the second you awoke, but your mind has been focused on more pressing matters.

"Do you need help going potty, baby?" She tilts her head with an expression of concern.

"Mm-mmh!" You shake your head and try to back away, but your bindings keep you snug in place.

"Come on, baby girl. I've seen you do it. I've watched you do it so many times." Her face tints red. "Don't you want to be a good girl for mommy?" You can nearly taste the joy in her voice. Like she's been waiting for this moment forever.

Your guts twist and your face burns hot. She really has figured out all of your kinks. But how? And watched you wet yourself? All of your posts about your little secrets were on a completely anonymous page with no identifying information, and all of your little play sessions were done with your blinds closed. Yet this woman inexplicably knows all of your weaknesses.

She reaches for your wrists and begins to undo the cuffs binding you to the bed. "Now I'm gonna give you a little bit of wiggle room. Are you going to be a good girl and behave?" Her stern eyes burn into you.

You nod, ready to seize the chance to escape. You stay completely still as she finishes undoing your ankle cuffs and steps away from the bed to give you some room. You immediately move to undo the strap holding the pacifier in your mouth, only to find you can't get a grip. Looking at your hands, you discover that they are snugly bundled in a pair of lavender mittens with no fingers. the exact ones from the wishlist you posted.

After fully sitting up, you dart off the bed and immediately make a run for the door. The instant your feet make contact with the ground, a shock of pain radiates from your feet to your ankles. A muffled scream of pain and helplessness rises in your throat as you fall to your hands and knees. Secured on your feet are a pair of booties with inlaid spikes, a soft lavender color to match your mittens... The very same ones from the wishlist you posted.

"Bad girl! Mama trusted you when you promised her you'd behave!" You can't tell if she's delusional or if she's fucking with you. Did she actually believe you'd be amicable to her after she drugged you? And abducted you? She kneels next to you, tightly grasping the back of your shirt, ready to scold you for your defiance. Reeling from the pain and overwhelmed with fear, you lose control. Your bladder relaxes against your will and you begin to flood your padding with warmth.

Your captor stops her scolding as she hears the telltale hissing of your accident. Her expression brightens with excitement and you feel a soft hand rest on your padded bottom. You involuntarily whimper as your body freezes. "Shhhh, that's a good girl. It's okay, baby. Just relax for mommy. You're doing so good."

You begin to instinctively relax and take a deep breath. A sense of serenity washes over you as her sweet velvet words caress your mind. Your diaper becomes heavier with every passing moment, swelling and pressing against you until you've finally emptied your bladder to relief. You almost feel a smile trace your mouth. You've done this for your own pleasure so many times, but snapping out of it as soon as you've grasped what's happened.

"Doesn't that feel better, sweetheart?" She pats your bottom, the warm wetness squishing against your soft skin. It all becomes too much. The humiliation. The pain. The loss of control. The confusing sense of affection for this kidnapper exploiting your weaknesses and manipulating you using your desires. Your eyes fill with tears, and you begin to cry. Uncontrollable sobs of frustration and helplessness escape your throat and tears drip from your eyes onto the hardwood floor.

"Don't cry, baby. Mommy's here. Mommy's here to help you." Her soft voice drawing mixed emotions of terror and comfort in your chest. She lifts you up almost effortlessly from the floor and cradles you in her arms. You hopelessly push against her with weak arms to escape her grasp, to no avail. She feels unfathomably strong. Or have you become weaker? Your muscles feel so tired. Resistance is so exhausting. You cease your futile taps that were your attempt at fighting back, and relax in her arms. You have no other choice.

She sits down and holds you close, rocking you back and forth. "Shhhh, it's all right, baby. Mommy forgives you for misbehaving." your cries intensify as reality sets in. Your fighting wasn't even taken seriously. It was only tantamount to misbehavior. A childish tantrum.

Your mind is completely overwhelmed and finally cracks. The hopelessness of being at your captor's mercy overtakes your drive for freedom and you hide your face in her chest. Your kidnapper is your only source of warmth and comfort in the terror of captivity.

She lifts your face from her breasts and wipes the tears from your cheeks. "It's going to be okay, little Lily." her tone sounds so sincere. she's not trying to disarm you. She truly seems like she's trying to comfort you. Slowly, finding comfort in her soft gaze, your tears slow and you catch your breath.

"All done, Waterlily?" You hesitantly nod weakly. That isn't my name. Your protesting thought grows smaller with every time it passes your mind.

"You must be hungry, aren't you? Is that why you're so cranky?" your face heats with embarrassment and anger. I'm not cranky! I'm not some sort of fussy baby. You think defiantly. But... you are quite hungry. Your speech privileges have been stripped from you, and you fear that you won't be fed if you say no. So you nod again.

"Does your soggy little bottom need a change first?" You hide your face in the humiliation of the babytalk being directing at you. You don't respond. She's fully aware of what you do behind closed doors in your pissy padding. In your mentally weakened state, you're no longer able to suppress the reality that part of you has been... enjoying the feeling.

She giggles teasingly, clearly sensing your arousal. "Does my little Lily want to play before her change?" Her hand trails slowly down your belly and over your soaked padding. You don't object. you lean into her chest as her gentle fingers caress the squishy warmth of your infantile pants.

You've given in to her. Your desire to resist has disappeared. You completely relax in her arms, beginning to slowly grind your hips against her hand. She adds pressure to meet your hip movement. Moans and whimpers involuntarily escape your lips like butterflies.

"Goodness, Waterlily, how long have you been waiting for this? You've been wanting me to come along and sweep you away, haven't you?" Her soft words bind your psyche in a warm blanket. Maybe you have. The right person you imagine will come by to scoop you up and fulfill your fantasies... maybe she is the angel you've been waiting for. "Doesn't that feel so good, baby? You like your wet diapers?" While lost in your head, you'd subconsciously begun to move your hips more vigorously. Your mind is in a haze of pleasure. All you can muster is to nod and answer her question with an affirmative "mm-hmm..."

She reaches back to unclip the strap around your head holding the pacifier in place. It falls to the floor. She's certain that, so quickly, she's worked you into such a little puddle of pleasure and submission that you won't cry out for help.

"Tell me. Tell me, little Lily, tell me all about how much you love mommy. Tell me how much you love your pissy pants. Sing for me, sweetheart."

Her tone, the way she knows every button to push to pleasure you, and the warmth around your bottom and rubbing against your little flower create a cocktail of emotions that sends you spinning over the edge. You obey. You sing for her. Your little pipes erupt in a muffled song of ecstasy and raw pent-up emotion and desire into her breasts. Your mindshattering orgasm radiates through your body for what feels like an eternity, curling your toes and stealing your breath away.

By the end, You're left drooling into her chest and panting heavily. Your mind is left blank outside of the moonlight of afterglow. Your captor turned mommy strokes your hair gently. "You've had that in your system for a long time, haven't you, Waterlily?" Your eyes flutter open to meet hers.

"That... isn't my name." Between breaths, you stammer out the first words you've been able to say since this woman had taken you captive. She giggles. "It is now." Her face beams as she presents a metal, heart-shaped tag. Sure enough, it reads, "Waterlily". She clips it onto your collar, forever branding you with the name she's chosen for you. You can't help but smile in the comfort of no longer needing to be your own person. The serenity of being owned sets in as she begins rocking back and forth.

"I know you'll come to love being mine, little Lily. Soon you'll be so grateful that I came along to take you away."

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my first sorta longer story on this blog!!!

i'm still an amateur and i'm still very new to writing erotica, but i quite like this one.

one of the wonderful things about being a switch is the ability to write both what you would love to do to somebody and what you would love done to you in the same story. it's quite useful.

yes, my profile picture IS a waterlily. yes, i write based on my personal sexual fantasies. i write smut, what do you want from me?

anyway, i hope you liked it!

if i'm feeling fancy in the future, maybe i'll make a sequel to this story. maybe i'll retcon the reader getting stockholm syndrome within the span of an hour, because i think struggling is extremely hot. who knows? i'll probably go back through and make little tiny edits to wording because i am never satisfied with my writing lol.

anyway, post-story ramble over.

[bunsdaycare]

"Come on love, babies like you don't get grown up kisses. Let mommy teach you how to do it properly" I say, putting a pacifier in your mouth and kissing the plastic instead of your lips. "That how it's done baby and that's how it's gonna be done from now on*