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[mama-waterlily]

Dionaea

Based on a text post I made that amassed 700 notes despite, in my opinion, being quite bad.

This is an ABDL story that contains drugging, noncon, intoxication, wetting, nursing, kidnapping, and slight bondage. All characters depicted are 18+.

The ice in my glass clinked as I idly stirred my gin and juice, gazing off into the distance and observing the other bar patrons. A few men playing pool, one of them gloating after sinking his third ball in a row. A couple of women arguing over whether or not one of them is sober enough to drive herself home (she absolutely isn't), and the bartender constantly checking the clock in boredom. I sat alone, as I didn't have any friends available to accompany me and I didn't want to just sit at home all night. I'm normally quite social--or at least was--with the exception of bars. Something about them felt so intimidating. Maybe it's simply that I haven't been allowed in them for longer than two years, and everybody around seemed to be quite a bit older than me. Maybe I simply had stage fright, as a bar is a space you go to specifically to seek socialization, so I just overthought it. I tried to clear my mind. I relaxed my shoulders and took the final sip of my wonderful, sweet, bitter, tart blend of gin and cranberry juice.

As I looked up from my drink, a flash of beautiful blue eyes caught my gaze from across the room. Captivating, like a siren's song. My attention wandered to the eyes' surroundings. Wavy black hair like silk, hanging chest-length beside a muted ruby-red dress with a cut that gave the eyes a little taste of the full breasts that lie underneath. I got a better view of her as she approached me. Her round face was creased with laugh lines and faint crow's feet. She looked to be about in her mid thirties. Her smooth, heart-shaped lips wore a tint of red to match her dress. I was so stricken that I almost didn't notice she was carrying a second drink beside her own martini... a gin and cranberry.

"Hey, beautiful."

The soft, flat voice that graced my ears was drenched in honey as the woman sat down and placed the drink in front of me. I felt myself blush immediately, and heavily. She came on very strong. I tried with all of my might to maintain eye contact and not look downward to the safety of my matte black satin dress. I couldn't push her away by seeming uninterested.

"Hey there."

I played it cool, clearing my throat and evening out my tone as to not squeak out my greeting. She grinned in response, as if she sensed the weakness behind my bride's veil of faux confidence. We made small-talk for a few minutes. She asked me what I like, I told her about my art projects, and she listened intently. I tend to pause quite frequently, worrying that I'm boring my conversational partner. But she seemed so interested that it never crossed my mind. She eyed my face so lovingly. When I inquired of her interests, she told me about her love of and sewing and interior design. We discussed the typical things. What we do for work, if we have any pets, our favorite dinosaurs (Yes, I'm an overgrown child. Sue me), the usual game of poking and prodding to get a feel for the tone while I steadily nursed the drink she placed in front of me. She didn't really have a favorite dinosaur, and I had to break the terrible news to her that not only is "pterodactyl" not an individual species, it's also not a dinosaur. Devastating, I know.

Her presence was so comforting. She laughed at all of my jokes, she complimented my makeup, and she flashed glares at anyone staring at me. Almost as though she was guarding me. Like she had staked a claim on me. These were assumptions on my part, as I didn't know if she was into me, and part of me didn't care. She clearly enjoyed my presence. That was all that mattered in that moment, and I certainly appreciated the free drink. I was already tipsy off my first two, but I threw caution to the wind. Who cares if I get a bit sloshed? I'm having fun tonight.

Over time, I loosened up. I was still stricken by her, but she no longer felt as imposing or intimidating. The warmth of her enchanting eyes softened my mind and relaxed my muscles. I listened to her describe her living situation, what she looks for in a partner, and the racy things she's into.

"Nothing too crazy." She told me. "I like to... be a little rough. Fuzzy handcuffs, things of the sort. Hope you don't think I'm some sort of deviant." She joked.

I couldn't help but stare at her lips as she spoke. I almost felt guilty, imagining all of the things I wanted to do to her while she told me about herself. I thought of her lips pressed against mine. Against my belly. Against my thigh. Wrapped around my most intimate parts. My face grew red as I stared, and I'm certain she noticed.

My mind had steadily become clouded with intoxication. It had been a while since I last drank, so perhaps it was simply affecting me more. My tone of voice had grown far more easygoing and loud.

"Y'know? Y'know you're preeetty?" My speech began to slur. "I never as'd your name. Wha'ss your name?" I took another long sip of my drink.

She giggled at my drunkenness, which was growing more obvious. "Emerald, sweetie. But you can call me Em."

"Em-er-ald. Tha'ss pretty. You're pretty." My thoughts spilled out of my mouth without hesitation.

"Aww, you're a sweet little lady, aren't you? What's yours?" Emerald asked with a smile.

"Lilllly. Like the flowers." I rested my chin on my palm and smiled, still hopelessly caught in her gaze.

"Well that's quite a lovely name, little Lily." She spoke teasingly.

"Little?! Hey, I'm-I'm taller than you!"

"Taller, maybe..." She gestured to my platform boots. "But look at you. You're so frail that I could probably throw you, silly."

"Yeah? Well... well maybe I want you t' throw me?" My disastrous attempt at an advance slipped out of my mouth, and I immediately regretted my words. Maybe I want you to throw me? Really?

"Oh? Well maybe I'd love to." To my infinite shock, she reciprocated. Of course, I know now that I did embarrass myself. She was always going to take me regardless. We bounced flirtatious remarks back and forth for about another thirty minutes and nursed our drinks. I on my gin and juice, and she on her dirty martini. I had just finished my last cocktail when I checked the time on my phone. The screen was harsh and bright. It was so hard to focus that I had to ensure my glasses were still on my face. When I finally managed it, the numbers appeared as if they were waving. 11:30.

"Oh man, I g... I gossa go home. I'ss late." I stood up to my slightly wobbly feet.

Emerald perked up and took my hand. "Oh, no, young lady. You are absolutely not going home in that condition. I couldn't live with myself if you got hurt."

"Bu-But I..." I started, before Emerald cut me off.

"Why don't I take you to my place? It's nearby, and we can help you feel better before I take you home. Sound okay?" Her voice was reassuring.

It sounded too good to be true. This enchanting woman, offering to take me home with her. My face grew red as my prior fantasies returned to me. Far more cloudy than before, but taking over all of my thoughts.

"O-Okhay. That ssounds good."

She placed the olive from her glass into her mouth as she stood up from her seat and led me by my hand out of the bar. My face was numb and buzzy, and my legs were uncooperative. I felt as though I had never been this impaired before, I even needed help getting into the car and buckling my seatbelt. My memory of the ride is a bit of a blur. I stared mostly in silence at the trees, scenery, and signs as we passed by. The world looked as if it was pulsing. As if my vision was slightly zooming in and out. I lifted my glasses and rubbed my eyes, trying to clear my vision back to normal, and eventually deciding on keeping my eyes closed to keep my stomach settled.

We arrived at her house, and I sat with a blank expression as I observed my surroundings to process where I was. I got my grips, and opened the door. Emerald was already stood outside, waiting to help me out. How did she get there? Was she just fast? Or did it take me longer to process my surroundings than I'd thought? I tried to pull myself out of the car, and found I was incapable. I wasn't strong enough. I began to worry that something was happening to me.

"You have to unbuckle your seatbelt first, silly girl." Emerald reached in and freed me, before nearly lifting me up and placing me in a standing position next to her.

I blushed as I took her hand and followed her in silence, not wanting to acknowledge my embarrassing mistake. She led me inside and I braced my eyes for a harsh and burning white flash, only to be pleasantly surprised by warm, low light reflecting off of dark wood trim and brown walls. Everything looked so inviting and soothing to the eyes. She led me further inward, and I was essentially magnetized to the burgundy chair she stopped me at. A covering on the chair made a strange crinkling noise beneath me, but I hardly noticed. I assumed it was some fancy way of keeping vintage furniture nice.

"Let me get you some water, okay? We need to help you feel better."

I nodded, letting out a weak "Mhm."

Emerald left me in the living room as she prepared my water. I looked around at the soothing decor, a testament to her passion for interior design. The chocolate hues and vase of flowers on the coffee table kept my mind occupied until she returned and handed me the glass.

"Fhank you." I smiled at her in gratitude and placed the rim to my lips, letting the cold water pour down my waiting throat. I took a deep breath after finishing nearly the entire cup, and relaxed. She sat on a sofa adjacent to the chair, watching me in silence. She was... grinning. Admiring my natural beauty, I presumed.

As I waited to sober up, something felt wrong. My vision was growing wavier. My body felt heavy and weak.

"Emmm, I..." I could hardly speak. I was trying to focus on my words with everything I had. There was something wrong with me.

"Som'fing... my h-head..."

I felt a strange feeling growing between my legs. A faint warmth that I couldn't quite identify, as my entire body was overtaken with unfamiliar sensations. It began to spread beneath me and travel down my legs.

"Goodness, Lily, you're pissing yourself!" Emerald stood up with surprise--which I now know was feigned--and quickly moved over to me.

"Peee?"

My unsteady head turned downward, and her words were confirmed. A puddle was slowly dripping from my seat to the floor beneath me. I could hardly comprehend what I was seeing. My confusion and upsettedness were clouded so densely by the haze in my mind. All I could do was whine. My mind and mouth both refused to create words. I dropped my glass and spilled the remainder of the water onto the floor, contributing to the puddle as tears began to flow uncontrollably from my eyes.

"I... I..." I sniffled.

"Shh-shh-shh." Emerald leaned in and wrapped her warm arms around me. Her presence was comforting. My mind was scattered and confused, as I pieced together what she did.

"Y-Youu... My wa'er... My dj'ink..." I tried to stammer out furious accusations through my tears. My words came out slowly, as if they were passing through mud.

"Let's get you out of these yucky clothes, missy." Her change of tone was not lost on me. She was talking to me like I was a child.

She guided me to the floor from the chair that... remained dry underneath the conspicuous covering. She planned this. Even in my terribly impaired state, I could see this. But I couldn't respond. I couldn't comprehend it. I hardly knew what was happening when she began to remove my soaked dress and boots. I was left cold and exposed aside from my soiled panties and wet socks, which were also removed wordlessly. I tried to cover my breasts and private parts, but my hands disobeyed me. They waved uselessly beside my torso before they were grasped and placed back on the floor.

Emerald stroked my chest and whispered. "Just relax, baby. Let Mommy take care of you."

My mind was stirred in a confusing mess of fear and comfort. I could hardly form a coherent thought. I let my arms relax, trying to focus my eyes on something, anything to keep me grounded. The only visual respite I could return to lie inside of those bright blue eyes of hers. Those comforting, captivating eyes. I nodded. I didn't even know what I was nodding to. It felt natural, nearly involuntary. She ran her finger along my cheek and retrieved a canvas bag from behind the chair I previously sat in. She reached in, and produced a fluffy pink bit of cloth and a bottle of sweet-smelling powder.

"Mm-mmh!" I shook my head weakly as she cleaned my most sensitive areas with a cold wipe.

"Awww, I know, darling. Little Lily's so fussy, isn't she? We'll get you in some fresh, new... more appropriate clothing soon, okay?"

I let out an angered whine. It was all I could do as Emerald lifted me up and placed the diaper beneath my exposed backside, gently placing me back down onto the powder-covered plush. It felt... nice, admittedly. She sprinkled a generous amount of powder on my crotch, before pulling the thick cloth upward and taping it snugly to hug my hips. I whimpered in embarrassment and helplessness as she pulled me to a sitting position, making a taunting crinkling noise as I moved. I tried again to cover my exposed chest before she lifted my arms to pull an oversized pastel-purple shirt over my head. When she finished adjusting it into place, I looked down to see a big, yellow flower print on the front.

"Nnot baaby." I insisted, amidst the irony of being incapable of reading the wavy, upside-down writing emblazoned above the flower on my chest. My words slurred and struggled to escape my lips as I looked at her with my best attempt at an angered expression. I tried to pull myself to my feet, but fell helplessly back onto my puffy bottom after lifting myself less than three inches from the floor.

My struggling evoked nothing but endeared laughter from Emerald as she pulled a makeup wipe from her purse, and steadied my movements to erase the meticulously-crafted tough and dark exterior I applied to my face.

"This is quite inappropriate for such a little girl, Lily." Her patronizing words infuriated me, as much as I was capable of the feeling.

"Not... mmmh." My words eluded me.

My black lipstick and thick eyeliner were easily wiped from my skin, as if to symbolize the ease at which she gained control of me. She lifted me up off the floor, almost effortlessly. My attempt at struggle was manifest in a few twitches and taps against her chest as she sat down on the couch, laying me on my side across her lap and stroking my hair.

"It's going to be okay, sweetie. Mama's here."

I internally screamed at the confusing and genuine comfort I was feeling in her grasp. The situation was terrifying. She was terrifying. And yet, she was my only solace. The one there to care for me in my useless state. My frustrated vocalizations steadily calmed to silence. My head was so clouded. The words of resistance in my mind were swept away by the ocean current of the substances that disconnected me from my body. I let myself fully relax as I looked upward into her eyes. Emerald smiled down at me as she unzipped her dress. It fell to reveal a matching red bra, which was also removed. I was mesmerized by the sight of her breasts. Images of my fantasizing while sitting across from her in the bar returned to me. Her words rang in my head. Mama's here.

"Ma...ma..." My lips formed the word naturally.

Her eyes lit up as her throat produced a giggle.

"That's right, baby!" I smiled. Why did I smile? I was so confused. I couldn't understand what was happening to me.

Her arm lifted my head upward toward her breast. I knew exactly what she wanted, and I wanted it as well, whether I knew it or not. I parted my lips, allowing her nipple to enter my mouth. I began to suckle instinctively, much to her delight. My breath was stolen away as her sweet, smooth milk flowed into my mouth and down my throat. What am I doing? Why am I doing this? The last grasps of rationality struggled for dominance of my mind against the all-encompassing serenity I was feeling. Why do I... love it so much?

Mama...

She began to gently stroke the front of my diaper as my thoughts faded away. The only focus I was capable of fixated on the wonderful sensation of her fingers, the gentle crinkling that was produced as she caressed me, and the warm, sweet liquid draining into my stomach. There was nothing tangling me in worry. It was as though her milk was cleansing me of any apprehension or fear that was left within me. I hardly noticed when my bladder once again gave in, and released a spread of blissful warmth across my crotch. I didn't need to concern myself with leaks, or making a mess. The comforting heat of my urine traveled across my previously dry diaper as my eyes began to flutter.

I had nearly fallen asleep before I opened my eyes to see Mama pulling her dress back over her shoulders. She wiped a trickle of milk that was running down my cheek, and slipped a lavender pacifier between my still-parted lips to match my infantile shirt, which I accepted without question. Mere hours prior, I had been dressed in my flashiest, most mature outfit. A teasing black dress. Meticulous, darkly colored makeup that accentuated my beauty and gave me a sexy visage of mystery. Footwear that increased my height to summon a more powerful presence to me.

All of that was now gone. I was being gently led to my wobbling feet--nearly incapable of balance--in a soaked diaper and a babyish shirt, suckling on a pacifier. There was no tease, no mystery. No imposing stature. Anybody who laid eyes upon me could see everything that I was, with nothing to hide behind.

I... I think.

Is this what I truly was? What I am? I don't remember anymore. It was out of my hands. Mama decided for me, and judging by the glee in her eyes as she watched me sway back and forth while grasping her hand for balance, she was very happy with her decision. She slowly led me by my hand down the hallway. My steps were clumsy and unsteady, not at all helped by the thick, saturated padding between my thighs. Every step was increasingly difficult. With every suckle, my eyelids grew heavier. I wanted nothing more than to lay my weary head to rest.

"S'eepy..." My tired lips produced the word without thought. The response I received was a silent stroke of my hand with Mama's caring thumb.

We approached a door at the end. It opened to what I expected to be her bedroom, where we would lie together and I would fall asleep in her arms. What I was presented with instead, was an oversized nursery. Complete with a night light, a crib with an extra set of bars to cover the top, and a soft table in the corner. It was entirely decorated with saccharine pastel colors and animals. I didn't have the energy to take in my surroundings. My eyes and feet were led immediately to the cozy bed I saw before me.

I placed my hands on the soft mattress and was immediately lifted by Mama's strong hands into a supine position. It felt so nice to lay down. She placed a black plush bear in my arms, about the size of my torso, and I squeezed it lovingly. Every sensation I felt after bringing myself to a resting position was bliss. The soothing warmth between my legs and against my bottom. The blanket that cradled my body. Mama's sweet fingers running through my hair. The comforting hug of the collar as she fastened it around my neck, and the sweet rattling of the chain that connected it to the side of the crib. The gentle kiss she placed on my cheek. The secure click of the padlock that left me imprisoned after the bars had been raised and the top had been closed, fitting together to create a wooden cage. The smooth pacifier bobbing between my lips. Her caressant voice which filled my ears and washed over me like a warm bath. Everything that graced my mind was like a lullaby.

"Sweet dreams, little Lily. You're mine now. Forever. Your silly mind probably can't understand that right now, though."

The giggle that rose from her throat. It was all so lovely. So serene.

So...

So sleepy...

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finally made one of my biggest posts into an actual story!! i honestly kind of hate that post. i didn't expect it to get big, i was just horny fantasizing and it sort of jarringly switched from a fantasy text post format to a story format with no transition. it was made before i really knew i wanted to express myself through writing on this blog, and before i was versed in writing smut. i'm kind of surprised so many people like it. it's a nice fantasy, but it's it's quite poorly written. regardless, here you go, loves.

i was actually mostly imagining myself as emerald while writing this story, but i placed myself as the protagonist because it was based on a text post that was written in first person. that's the wonderful thing about being switchy though, isn't it?

also: dionaea is the name of the genus that contains the venus fly trap.

gin and cranberry is my favorite drink, though i did think it was a cute contrast to have me drinking juice and emerald drinking a more stereotypically mature cocktail as a little bit of foreshadowing.

remember that this is fiction, don't accept a drink at a bar from anyone but the bartender. and obviously don't fucking drug anyone.

love y'all. thank you for reading 🖤

[diariesofababy]

See daddy I am a big girl! I can wear panties without leaks 👀💗

[sssssecret]

Humiliate me

Gape my pussy so that every time you want to fuck me, I have to clench to make it feel good

Gape my urethra that any time I don't have a plug or catheter in, I piss uncontrollably because I can't clench

Gape my ass so that you can just slip anything in and I have to carry it around

When we're in public, take me to an alleyway, pull your cock out and piss into my jeans so it looks like I've had an accident

Tell your friends that you're trying to potty train me again, that I can never hold my piss for very long, say watch, and pull out the plug in my urethra to make me piss myself

Show them the plastic potty you bought me, fill me with water, and make me sit on the potty in the living room with no plug in so all the piss just runs into the potty

Let them use my holes, let them piss on me or in me, make me clean their cocks, their asses, whatever you want me to clean

Just, humiliate me

[bunnysdiaper]

i think it would be hot to be forced into diapers slowly and gently. at first they only make you wear them when you're sleeping or getting drunk/high. you know, just in case!

but soon you start wetting the diapers so often in those scenarios that they think it's smart to keep you diapered for long errands and car rides too - "we just don't want any accidents, bunny!"

when they purposefully create situations where you have to wet your diaper, over and over again, they take that as proof that you need to be in diapers 24/7. "don't worry bunny! daddy will change you and keep you clean and padded all the time. this is how you belong anyway"

just. yeah. i want to be a dumb diapered bunny baby.

[elsasingulartrans]

💗Wanna squeeze my thick thighs?✨

[diaper-dyke]

hffhfhfh a caregiver taking off my soggy diaper, wiping me down, and then proceeding to go down on me until i'm a writhing, sobbing mess that flinches and shivers with each little movement..... before pecking me on the cheek, tickling my tummy, sprinkling powder onto my bottom, and taping me into a fresh diaper as if nothing happened

"don't worry baby, it's completely normal for mommy to want to clean you up with her mouth before she changes you" 💜

[mama-waterlily]

yes i am harping on diapered dommes today. you know what else is hot?

being a diapered domme.

sitting on a girl's face and wetting yourself.

making her bury her face in your padded crotch.

being so far above another while so confidently wearing such a typically humiliating garment. wearing it with no slight to your ego as your little cowers and curls up in embarrassment of their own diaper.

holding your little in your lap with your padding rubbing against each other

wearing a strap on the outside of your diaper before undoing hers and fucking her

and also just looking really hot, little cuties seem to love it 🖤

[diariesofababy]

Feeling like pretty padded princess 🥺💗

[samram]

Putting on a diaper and onesie before doing my household chores like a good puppy, cleaning and squirming until i can’t hold it anymore and go potty in my diaper <3 now i don’t have to worry about taking any breaks!

[trans-fairy-goddess]

Knotty Knotty

Lil trans puppy bro thought he was slick— he loves to rub his boycunt against me, but pretend nothing is happening. He loves to get off to the feeling of my girldick. The thought of this excited him so much that he very often humps my knee, my foot, and my leg when I’m laying down.

One day he couldn’t take it anymore and directly spoke to me about what he needed

“Big sis… I-I’m in heat… I really need your help…”

I pin him on his back quickly, catching him by surprise. “Then beg. I know what you need little pup. I wanna hear it straight from your lips.”

He turns a bright red, but his boxers were soaked. I could feel his boy clit throbbing as I slowly thrusted my girldick on the other side. He’s completely speechless

“You’re such a pathetic little brat sweetheart. I know you’ve been all over me for the longest time, and you waited right until I needed a hole to fill to stop speaking.” I lean closer. “Beg or I’m not gonna give you what you want pup.”

Suddenly, the little pup became desperate. He was already pinned down, being teased by the perfect gock, and he knew his sister loved to tease. “I’ve been a bad boy big sis; please hurt me with your knot!”

I then stuff every inch of my knot into his tight little boycunt, making sure to rub his clit with my thumb. He begins to growl at me, full of sexual frustration that needs to be released. “Abuse me big sis, please! I’m your cocksleeve! Please put a litter in me!”

Almost instinctually, I begin to thrust very roughly into his tight little boycunt. His anger quickly becomes pleasure; he’s much too small and tight for his big sis, but he continues to take every inch.

With every thrust I can feel him tightening around my cock, inviting me to break him. I hold him down and thrust as hard and as fast as possible, easily penetrating his little hole and stretching him out. He begins to cry in pleasure; his toes curling in pure bliss.

“Take it little mutt. Keep making those cute little sounds.” I say as the must of our bodies and the lust in my soul takes over. I can feel my girldick growing larger inside of my little brother, continuing to widen his little cunt more and more. I hold onto his hips and cum deeply into his boycunt, making sure every drop enters him. As I finish inside of him, he cums all over my knot.

Both of us fall asleep in each other’s arms as my swollen knot stays inside of his puppycunt

“Good boy” I say blissfully and sleepily

[mama-waterlily]

Dahlia

This is an ABDL story that contains spanking, wetting, chastity, and oral sex. All characters depicted are 18+

Lucy nervously eyed the clock in the dash of her car as she parked in the driveway of her home. It read 11:06. She gazed at herself in the rear view mirror. She wiped away a small blur of black lipstick that had smeared from her supple lips and fixed the alignment of her rich, dark chocolate-colored bangs. Lucy knew that she would need to explain herself, and wanted to look as clean and innocent as possible to soften the heart of her beautiful, mature lover of 41 who was waiting for her inside. She wanted to avoid getting too harsh a scolding. But Lucy didn't worry much. She was Myra's little Dahlia. She had gotten away with enough in the past, and figured she would get a little lecture before they went to bed together. Myra could never stay mad at her precious little flower.

Lucy picked up her black, faux leather bag from the passenger seat and stood up from the car. Her soft, black satin dress flowed and settled as she stood up, shimmering in the moonlight and nearly brushing the laces of her black platform boots. Lucy loved to be tall. It made her feel strong. Her heart raced as she approached the door and grasped the cold knob. She turned, and slowly pulled open to, as she predicted and admittedly feared, reveal her girlfriend sitting in the living room, staring at her with stern eyes, bespectacled with half-rim glasses that ran scarlet red frames on her cheekbones as she placed her book on a side table. Lucy stepped in and closed the door behind her. Even in her anxiety, she had to admire Myra's beauty. She had beautiful golden hair that was pulled into a bun. She had sharp cheekbones and -- usually kind -- green almond eyes. She had full, plump, smooth lips that were coated in rich, blood red lipstick. She wore a plain, pink, semitransparent silk nightgown that showed the cleavage of her full chest so deliciously and gave a full view of her lacy black bra, wide hips, and thick thighs. Lucy's eyes wandered from her mature lover's face down to her breasts and soft belly as her face began to flush. Her thoughts unwound as she got lost in the enticing gaze of her lover's beautiful body.

Myra was quickly aware of Lucy's mindless, staring eyes and noticed the red heart pendant she wore. A sign. It was an agreement between the two that, when Lucy wore this, it was an invitation or permission for a spontaneous scene. Myra ran over the safeword in her mind again. "Orchid."

She smirked, snapping her finger.

"Eyes up here, young lady."

Myra's voice was raspy and caring, now tinted with a stern roughness. Lucy was broken out of her trance by the sudden and embarrassing command. Her eyes quickly darted up to meet Myra's.

"You're late. Again. I told you to be back at 10, and no later."

Lucy was embarrassed to be caught staring in such a situation. She was more soft-spoken. Her high, breathy voice stammered.

"I-um... I'm s-"

Myra interrupted.

"You're sorry?"

She got onto her feet and approached Lucy.

"You've been sorry every time you've disobeyed me."

She looked upward into Lucy's soft, brown eyes, causing them to flee contact. Myra's tone softened slightly to a patronizing, motherly cadence.

"Look at me, little Dahlia."

Lucy's face burned as her eyes slowly turned to once again lock with Myra's.

"Why don't you take those off for me?" Myra pointed to Lucy's boots. "You know better, honeybee. No shoes in the house."

Lucy slowly followed her instructions, undoing the laces on her boots before stepping out of them and placing them in the closet by the front door. Lucy turned to once more look at Myra for approval, who now stood four inches taller than her. Lucy had to try with her entire force of will to not to stare at Myra's chest, which was now mere inches from her face.

"I... I won't do it again. I promise."

Lucy tried her best to maintain eye contact. Myra adjusted her glasses and smirked.

"Oh, I know you won't."

Myra tousled Lucy's dark, intricately managed hair.

"H-Hey! Mo-... Myra, you messed up my hair!"

Tears nearly welled in her eyes in embarrassment at her misspeak as Myra giggled patronizingly at her, before turning to walk away. Was... Was that it? Lucy thought. Myra's footsteps continued to recede upstairs. Lucy sighed and stepped back outside. Her feet, covered only in a pair of fishnets, met the cold wood of the porch as she retrieved a cigarette from her purse. She placed it between her soft lips and sparked the end as she inhaled. Lucy's shoulders relaxed and a muted buzz ran through her face as she slowly exhaled. Just as she placed her fingers to her lips for another drag, a hand with lovely red fingernails snatched it from her mouth. Lucy turned and began to cough as a result of her startling with smoke in her lungs.

"H-Hey! My-" Lucy hacked. "That's-"

Myra began to stub the cigarette in an ashtray on the railing.

"Awww, is it too much for you? That's why babies don't smoke, dear."

She smirked, her eyes low in a smug expression as she gazed at her little flower.

"You're far too small for this, aren't you, little Dahlia?"

Lucy's eyes began to water. "M-Myra plea-"

Myra cut her off. "You will address me properly."

Her tone was stone-cold and serious. Lucy continued in a whisper.

"M-Mommy... please can I have it back?"

Her legs trembled with intimidation and excitement as her question was answered by a bright pink pacifier that slipped between her lips and was clipped to the collar of her dress. Lucy reflexively spat it out, and it dangled in front of her chest. Myra gently took the pacifier by the ring and snapped her finger, signaling for Lucy to look at her, which she followed. She had trained her well in this regard.

"You are going to keep this in your mouth."

It wasn't a question. It didn't even sound like a command. It felt like a statement of fact. Lucy slowly parted her lips as her mommy domme gently placed the nipple back into her mouth.

"There's my good girl."

Lucy felt intoxicated from the praise. Her belly warmed and her legs shook. Myra wrapped her finger around the ring of Lucy's choker and led her inside. She did not resist. Her will had been softened by her lover's gentle praise. It felt like chocolate cream in her mind.

Lucy had hardly even come back to reality before she felt herself lying supine on a mat on the floor, knowing exactly what it meant. Feeling embarrassed and resisting being diapered, she began to pull herself up, before being harshly shoved back onto the floor.

"M-Mommy, no! I don't want to!"

She whined, spitting out her pacifier and trying again to get onto her feet. Very quickly, she was grasped tightly by her arm. Hot breath met her ear as Myra whispered.

"Naughty little girl, aren't you?"

Lucy's heart quickened. Her mind became clouded as her lacy panties began to dampen.

"I tried to warn you, Dahlia."

Myra pulled Lucy's dress up to her back and eyed the wet spot underneath her full, beautiful little bottom as she bent her over the side of the couch.

"My, my... are you enjoying this? Or did my sweet girl have a little accident?"

Lucy dare not respond. A whimper escaped Lucy's lips as she felt a finger tease her most intimate parts. She tightened up, feeling the warmth radiating through her abdomen. A sudden, stinging shock impacted her backside. She curled her toes and let out a cry of pain and surprise. Myra was a very strong woman.

"N-no, no, mommy please!" Lucy pleaded.

Myra responded only with a subsequent, even harder spanking. Myra spoke with demanding authority between impacts.

"You. Will. Do. As. You're. Told."

Lucy sobbed loudly in cries of pain as mascara tears streaked her face. Myra pulled her hand up and gave Lucy one final strike, making sure it left a lasting mark. She shrieked in pain and continued to cry. Her helpless wails shook the air as she kicked her feet.

"Do you understand me?" Myra raised her voice to the brink of a shout.

Lucy nodded her head, whines of pain still erupting from her lips and droplets of humiliation falling from her face. Her panties began to further dampen, to Myra's lustful delight. Myra's face burned red. She was having a hard time holding herself together, gazing at the visible arousal of the girl she holds under her thumb. The girl she owns. The girl she adores. The girl who loves every second of it.

Lucy's tears began to slow as she relaxed and recovered in her still bent-over position, and she slowly caught her breath. The thrill of total disciplinary domination from a woman nearly twice her age stirred her guts into a burning mess. Her panting slowly faded into a giggle, feeling the pleasure and stinging pain of her delicious punishment flowing from her crotch, from her bottom, up to her chest. Myra gently picked up Lucy and sat her down on the couch, kneeling down in front of her. Myra burned with lust upon seeing the soft smile on Lucy's face.

"Little Dahlia. Do you understand why I had to hurt you?"

Lucy didn't respond, she only let out a soft, stifled giggle.

"Dahlia?"

Lucy turned with a simper, closed her eyes, and stuck her tongue out. She began to giggle again, before she felt a stinging pinch shoot through her tongue. She shot open her eyes and whined.

"Little. Fucking. Brat."

Myra's tone was smug. She was daring Lucy to continue defying her. She wore a leering half-smirk and piercing eyes. Myra had caught Lucy's soft tongue between her fingers, and she wasn't letting go. Lucy's tears began to flow again. Her speech was impaired by Myra keeping her tongue hooked.

"I'm- I'm thowwy, mommy!"

Myra stared, keeping her grip tightened.

"No more sorry. I've seen what sorry looks like. That was your last chance, you bratty fucking whore. I thought a spanking would teach you, but clearly, you haven't learned. Come with me."

She finally released Lucy's tongue from captivity and held a grip on her arm.

"B-But momm-"

"Come. With. Me."

"...Yes, mommy."

Lucy ceased her resistance and followed as Myra began to lead her upstairs. She placed the pacifier back between Lucy's lips, pressing on the center to indicate that it will stay there. Lucy obeyed.

Lucy stumbled on the last step as they reached the hallway, struggling to keep her balance while being virtually dragged to the bedroom. Myra picked her up, gently wiping the tears from her cheeks as she placed her on the bed and turned to the closet. Lucy's crying began to settle.

"Mommy I-"

Myra didn't turn to look at her. She cut her off with a cold tone.

"If I hear one more word out of that little fuck-hole of yours without permission, you will not like what happens. You've tested my patience enough. You know it can always get worse for you. Understand?"

Lucy bit her tongue and muffled behind her pacifier.

"Yes, Mommy."

Myra turned around and leaned in, softening her expression and whispering.

"You okay, honeybee? Am I being too mean?"

Lucy smiled and nodded her head.

"Green."

Myra returned her smile and turned back toward the closet.

Myra collected a pile of clothes and accessories, placing them on top of a storage ottoman at the foot of the bed. She slowly approached Lucy, gazing at the dress that only scarcely covered her breasts. It was easy to tell she wasn't wearing a bra. Her hair was tied in double braids with black ribbons at the bottom, complete with skull charms on the front. She placed her hand under Lucy's chin and gently guided her to make freezing eye contact.

"Look at you. You're dressed like a whore. Pretending to be such a big girl. But you're not, are you?"

Lucy blushed, attempting to look down at her clothes. Her eyes were quickly guided back upward. Myra spoke slowly.

"Are you?"

Lucy shook her head.

"No, mommy."

Myra smirked.

"Maybe being dressed more appropriately will give you the attitude adjustment that you need."

Myra began to remove Lucy's clothing. She pulled the dress from her shoulders with no resistance. Lucy complied with every step with no protest.

"May I speak?" Lucy asked meekly.

Myra replied quickly.

"No."

She pulled the fishnets from her legs, leaving Lucy bare and exposed with only a pair of soaking, black lacy panties.

"These won't do either, little Dahlia."

Myra lifted up Lucy's bottom to remove them, placing them in her hand after leaving her completely naked.

"Why don't you hold onto them as a little reminder?"

She removed Lucy's black, studded choker, replacing it with a pink collar. She held up the dress she had picked out. A soft, nauseating, saccharine pink babydoll dress with short sleeves, covered in prints of strawberries and rabbits.

"Isn't this so pretty, Dahlia?" Myra said, stifling laughter.

Lucy took the question as an opportunity to speak without stepping out of line.

"But I want my black dress."

Her words did not indicate defiance, as she held her arms up obediently. Myra pulled the dress over her head and fitted her arms in the sleeves.

"Well, you've proven to me that you can't be trusted to dress yourself. Don't ask for it again."

Next from the pile, she picked up a pair of opaque, white cotton stockings and fitted them over Lucy's feet, pulling them up over her knees. Stroking her thighs teasingly, Myra slid her fingers mere inches away from Lucy's clearly very aroused private parts.

"My, my, look at you. You're enjoying this so much, aren't you?"

She sat Lucy up and untied the black ribbons at the tails of her braids, slowly beginning to unravel Lucy's intricate work. When she was done, she replaced them with a pair of low pigtails, complete with a matching set of still-nauseating pink elastics. She finished Lucy's hair by placing a large pink bow on top of her head.

"Almost done, little one."

Myra presented a pair of Mary Janes with heart-shaped buckles on the straps. As if to mock her, this was the only black in the outfit. She gently slid the shoes onto her feet and fastened the straps, the light glittering on their glossy surface. Lastly, Myra retrieved a pillowy pink diaper from under the bed. The prints were of strawberries and rabbits, perfectly matching her infantile dress.

"Lay down, babygirl."

Lucy nearly spoke in protest, but remembered Myra's words.

It can always get worse for you.

Her face burned as she obeyed the command, laying her back on the soft, plush blanket and hiding her face in her hands.

Myra lifted Lucy's bottom to flatten out the diaper underneath her. She sprinkled a generous amount of sweet-smelling powder before gently placing her back down. Lucy's stomach turned. It felt amazing. She had been waiting for this feeling all day, even while out pretending to be a big girl with her friends. Myra rubbed a layer of lotion on her hands to warm it up before caressing Lucy's thighs and delicate princess parts, ensuring that she covered all of her sensitive spots. Lucy relaxed as a whimper escaped her lips. She was desperate to be pleased.

"Oh? What was that, sweetheart?"

Myra's hand trailed again to her most intimate parts, gently wrapping her fingers around Lucy. She was far too small to fit decently in Myra's palm. She began to delicately stroke with her fingers. Lucy attempted to stifle a loud moan that muffled behind her pacifier.

"You like that, Dahlia?"

Lucy nodded and stammered an answer. "M-Mm-hmm."

Suddenly, Myra pulled her hand away and cruelly replaced it with an ice cold compress, forcing Lucy's parts to soften and shrink as she gasped and whined in desperation.

"Mommy, pleeease!"

Myra giggled. "How's your diaper going to fit if you're all excited like that, sweetie?"

When Lucy was fully soft, Myra gently wrapped a chastity cage around her, ensuring every bit of Lucy was comfortably placed within the pink plastic. She patted Lucy's thigh and locked it shut.

"And you haven't earned satisfaction yet, have you, angel?"

Lucy whimpered. "No, mommy."

"You've been a bad girl, haven't you?"

"...Yes, mommy." Myra kissed her thigh before pulling the diaper over her lover's now-imprisoned crotch, taping it up tightly and patting the front.

As Myra stepped back to admire her work, Lucy pulled herself into an upright position, making a very conspicuous crinkling noise as she sat up. Her eyes met Myra's face as she began to giggle. Lucy's face flushed as Myra's stifled giggle turned into a chuckle, and finally into full-on laughter.

"You look so precious! You look more like a tulip than a black dahlia now, Lulu!"

Lucy hated when she called her that. She crossed her arms and turned her head to the side, biting on her pacifier in embarrassment.

"Awww, pouty girl!"

She failed to stifle continued laughter as she pulled a very flustered Lucy to her wobbly feet. Her shoes were deliberately designed to be sloped erratically, making balance very difficult. Myra led her to the standing mirror leaning against the wall, standing behind her and playing with the strands of hair draped on her cheeks.

"Who's a pouty little Tulip? Is it Lulu?"

Myra pinched her cheek, her voice was soaking with condescension and mockery. Lucy stared at the taunting reflection that met her eyes. Her dress barely flowed past her hips, leaving her bunny-covered padding on full display. She futilely tugged at the frustratingly short dress in an attempt to hide her infantile panties. The only remnant of her grown-up self was the soaked, black panties that she grasped in her palm. Lucy would want to vomit if the humiliation wasn't making her so aroused that she leaked through her cage. She would never admit it to anyone, but she loved it. The total surrender to force and authority. The infantilizing revocation of agency that came with being dressed in such a vulnerable outfit. Her exterior usually screamed no gods, no masters. Don't tell me what to do. But Myra knew exactly how to pick at her inner desires. Oh god, mistress. Please tell me what to do.

Lucy had given in completely. She wanted to make her mommy proud. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to relax. The teasing made her bladder a bit shy, but she eventually began to release a flood of warmth into her diaper. She whimpered at the sudden feeling as the air carried the telltale hissing of her humiliation

"Oh?" Myra's eyes lit up. "Are you having an accident, Tulip?"

She placed her hand on Lucy's crotch and felt the growing warmth, her breath forming a gasp of arousal as she groped Lucy. Her voice trembled as she whispered.

"Goodness, who's a naughty girl? Mommy didn't even need to help you this time!"

She gently began to stroke the front of her padding. Lucy nearly cried from the frustration of being unable to feel the caress.

"You're mommy's little girl, aren't you? You're mommy's pissy little whore."

Myra's face burned in anticipation as she stared at her inferior, who was currently, voluntarily, urinating on herself. She could hardly leash herself. She wanted to take Lucy so badly. Lucy was twisted into knots from the praise. She nodded, submerged in a trance of serenity from being showered in Myra's approval. It washed over her and cleansed her of all of her troubles as she fully emptied her bladder. Myra stepped back and released her grip, and Lucy very quickly lost balance. While standing in front of the mirror, she relied on Myra to stay upright, and gravity quickly sent her downward to her hands and knees without the support. Myra's eyes gleamed with delight as she stared down at the humiliated girl beneath her. Forbidden from speaking without permission. Pathetic, weak, vulnerable, soaked in her own piss, and entirely dependent upon her dominance. She lowered to her knees, gently placing her finger on Lucy's chin and guiding her gaze into the bespectacled eyes that lay above her.

"You're mine. Understand? You belong to me. You walk because I give you permission. You speak because I allow you to. You live because I provide care for you. The oxygen you breathe is mine."

Lucy nodded, her speech still impaired by her pacifier.

"Thank you, mommy."

Myra gently stroked her hair and kissed her forehead.

"You've been a bad girl tonight. A very, very bad girl. but you can make up for your behavior."

Myra gently slipped the pacifier out of Lucy's mouth.

"You know how, don't you, Tulip?"

Lucy's burning face rekindled.

"Yes, mommy."

"It's your favorite thing to do, isn't it? To put your little fuck-hole to use?"

Myra took Lucy's hands and stood up, raising her face up to crotch-level while remaining on her knees. Lucy raised the flowing edge of Myra's nightgown like a bride's veil. Myra wore no panties, and Lucy was immediately met with Myra's impressively-sized cock, far larger than Lucy's, which was currently wrapped in the smallest-sized chastity cage that they could find. Lucy blushed. She wrapped her hands behind Myra's thighs, still obediently holding onto her own soaked panties. A reminder. A symbol of her surrender.

She gently placed the tip of Myra's waiting cock between her lips, softy running her wet tongue along the edge of the crown that now sat in her warm mouth. Lucy slowly began to ease further inward, whimpering as the back of her throat was touched. Lucy was in heaven. Filling her mouth with her mommy's cock while sitting in a diaper filled with her own hot urine, squishing against her red bottom which still stung from the vicious spanking. The pain and sensitivity made her further leak from her cage, moistening her padding even further. Myra leaned her head back and released a loud, breathy moan of pleasure and approval as Lucy's lips descended fully onto her pelvis. Her obedient tongue ran up and down the front of Myra's intimate parts. Lucy bobbed her head back and forth, pleasuring Myra to the best of her ability, allowing her to take every inch of her mouth and throat that she wanted. It didn't hurt Lucy. Myra wasn't just being insulting when she called her mouth a fuck-hole. Lucy was hers. She looked up at Myra for approval, and saw that her head was rapturously craned back. Lucy's heart fluttered. She was doing amazingly. It's what she's best at. Myra took Lucy's pigtails in her hands, and she immediately relaxed her neck. She didn't need to move anymore. She just had to be a good toy, suckling constantly while Myra moves for her. Lucy wanted so badly to touch herself. Nothing excited her more than being a little sex doll. She hoped with pleading eyes that Myra would allow her to cum for being so good.

"Oh, good girl. Good girl, just relax for mommy. Don't- fuck!"

She cried out loudly and began to tense. She guided Lucy's head as she nearly choked her with her hip movement. Lucy let out a slow, relaxed moan of raw ecstasy. Her thoughts were erratic with worship.

I'm mommy's little Tulip. I'm so good. I'm a good toy. I'm a good pissy whore for mommy.

These were the only semi-coherent thoughts running through her little head as Myra's cock slid in and out of her throat. She attempted to excavate what very little pleasure she could by caressing herself through both her diaper and chastity cage. It was a tantalizingly small amount of sensation. She made a very obvious and loud crinkling as she did so, but she didn't care. The motion pleasured her more than the feeling. Tears of serenity, humiliation, and from the sheer force of having her throat fucked streamed down her cheeks. Myra tilted her head down to glance at Lucy. Her eyes were completely glazed over. Lines of mascara were streaked down her face. It was as though her little was in a trance. Her headbow fluttered like butterfly wings. Her gentle fingers desperately rubbed the front of her padded, soaked crotch. The pathetic, precious sight shoved Myra to her peak. She tightly grasped Lucy's hair, pulling on it as her entire body flowed with pure elation.

"Oh, good girl. Good girl. Fuck, you're so good. You're so-"

she was cut off by the involuntary, rapturous wail that erupted from her lungs. She screamed with bliss as her body tensed in orgasm. Her cock twitched as she pumped and filled Lucy's waiting, obedient mouth with her hot, smooth, milky cum. Lucy didn't flinch, acquiescently swallowing every drop, as she had been trained to. She was in love. Completely enchanted by the warm embrace of being used.

Lucy stayed where she was, holding Myra in her mouth until she was given permission to release. Her eyes focused themselves once again and fixed on Myra's face, waiting for approval. Myra gently pulled herself from Lucy's mouth, taking a deep breath and panting heavily as she lay back on the bed. As Myra was retracted from Lucy's mouth, she coughed and continued drooling on herself, trying to catch her breath. She stayed on the floor, waiting for an invitation to be allowed on the furniture. Myra looked downward at the mess on herself. Her speech came between quick, heavy breaths.

"Clean mommy up, won't you, little flower?"

Lucy obediently shuffled over on her knees and began to diligently lick every trace of fluid off of Myra's crotch, causing her to twitch and squirm when an especially sensitive area was touched. She was eager to serve. When she was finished, Myra patted the bed to invite her up. Lucy pulled herself onto the bed awkwardly, her legs spread by her full padding. Myra pulled her close in an embrace, resting one hand on the back of Lucy's head and the other patting her soaked bottom. Lucy burned with anticipation. Whimpers continued to escape her lips, and Myra's hand trailed to the front in response. Her hand traced Lucy's caged princess parts through her padding.

"M-Mommy, please....

Myra giggled. "Please? Please what? Are you thirsty?"

Lucy blushed. "No, I-"

Myra interrupted with an authoritative tone. "You what? Little brats don't cum, do they?"

Lucy hesitated. "Mommy, I-"

"Little brats don't cum." Myra turned Lucy's face upward to look at her. "Do they?"

Lucy nearly cried in desperation.

"No, mommy."

Myra's gaze sharpened slightly. "Say it."

Lucy's voice trembled. "Little brats don't cum."

Myra smirked in delight. "And what are you, Tulip?"

Lucy whimpered. "A little brat... who doesn't cum."

Tears nearly welled in her eyes as Myra pulled her close and nearly smothered her in her breasts.

"That's a smart little girl."

Addendum: Orchid

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hi!!! my second story. i'm not very experienced with writing dialogue, so this was slightly uncharted territory for me.

again, just like waterlily, i'll be going back and changing wording here and there as i notice potential improvements. i'm never truly satisfied.

hope y'all liked it :3

(the characters in this story are transgender, not sissies or crossdressers. if you reblog this with sissy tags, i will block you.)

[elysianmadness]

I desperately need a Mommy to make fun of me and my diapers. I need a Mommy who will make it feel so humilating but so good at the same time.

Please tell me what a messy little diaper baby I am. Remind me about how I can't even control when I go potty in my diaper. Remind me that without my diapers and Mommy to change them, life would be so much harder, and I would be a little wreck. Laugh at me when you catch my rubbing my diaper or humping the soaked padding. Make excuses for why I can't use the toilet and then call me a helpless little baby when I wet my diaper. Talk to others nonchalantly about how I need a diaper change. If I protest about one diaper, make me wear two. Make me make humpies in my diaper each time I make a peepee in it.

THIS POST IS ABOUT SAPPHICS. DO NOT DERAIL. DO NOT REBLOG MY POSTS IF YOU DO NOT HAVE AI SCRAPING DISABLED ON YOUR BLOG.

[diariesofababy]

I love being a little brat to daddies 😈🧸

[junehealexs]

Pretty 🥰 or Sexy😍? Or both🥰😍

[pacifierpuppy]

Determined little plushie trying its best to give you a handjob but it’s little tiny paws can’t really grab anything so it’s just rubbing both it’s fuzzy little nubs up and down your shaft as best it can because it wants you to feel good.