What’s up lil guy, I’m Nurse Jamey, I can’t wait to work on getting you rehabilitated. Ooop I see somebody’s already wet his diapee, it was only a matter of time, I don’t know if you noticed, but you can no longer hold it heehee. That’s right, we did a lil snippy in the operating room cuz SOMEBODY just wouldn’t wet his diapee like the nurses asked. Welp, let’s get is yucky wet diapee off and getcha all powdered up with a fresh one. *snap snap* Ok annnd ah! Oh you lil super soaker, ugh I just got new scrubs. Imma have to report that lil guy, don’t worry I’ll be back…
“Hi lil soaker, I see you’ve woken up from your NEW surgery. Oh yes, now your booty hole will have no more control, hope you’re ready to be making lots of messies today! Nurse Jamey has a whole thing of baby food and ba bas! Oop and my new face shield in case somebody decides to be naughty. Come on lil stinker, let’s see how full your diapee can get!
When the Domme knows the sub has reached his limit.
Credit: ArmyPup86
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Er ist ein schwarzer Fleck in meiner Vita. Seit einigen Monaten gibt es ihn, keiner meiner Freunde weiß von ihm, er taucht nirgends auf. Er ist ein Komplize für gelegentliche Nächte, wenn mir nach roher Benutzung ist, selten auch einmal nur für Berührungen. Ein Gebrauchswesen, weder jung noch alt. Für ihn bin ich ein Schatten, den er herbeisehnt oder auch ein notwendiges Übel, so schätze ich es ein. Ich mache mir da nichts vor. Ich ficke ihn, obwohl er es nicht besonders mag, anal gefickt zu werden. Und ich wieder liebe es wegen ihm. So ist die Logik. Er bekommt sonst nicht den Kick, objektifiziert und benutzt zu werden. Der Fick ist die Brücke von seinem masochistischen Kopfkino zu diesen Nächten. Manchmal trägt er blaue Flecken und Striemen davon, seine anale Pussy ist fast immer rotglühend, weil mein Plastikschwanz zu gerne in dieses warme Loch hineinstößt. Aber seine Grenzen erreiche ich nie. Es macht etwas mit mir, ihn leiden zu lassen, auch zu wissen, dass jede Aussicht auf Besseres, auf eine Liebesbeziehung mit gegenseitiger Wertschätzung unsere Verbindung zerstören würde. Das Schicksal meint es manchmal so. Er behauptet, das zwischen uns sei etwas Lyrisches, er hadert nicht damit, zumindest nicht solange ich bei ihm.
He is a black spot on my CV. He's been around for a few months, none of my friends know about him, he doesn't show up anywhere. He's an accomplice for occasional nights when I feel like raw use, rarely even just touching. A utilitarian being, neither young nor old. For him, I am a shadow he longs for or a necessary evil, I suppose. I do not delude myself. I fuck him, even though he doesn't particularly like being fucked anally. And I, in turn, love it because of him. That's the logic. He doesn't get the thrill of being objectified and used otherwise. The fuck is the bridge from his masochistic head cinema to these nights. Sometimes he wears bruises and welts from it, his anal pussy is almost always red hot because my plastic cock likes to pound into that warm hole too much. But I never reach his limits. It does something to me to make him suffer, even to know that any prospect of better, of a love affair with mutual appreciation would destroy our bond. Fate sometimes means it. He claims that this between us is something lyrical, he doesn't struggle with it, at least not as long as I'm with him.
Maya Angelou
Handjob from a hot domme that has rings around her pretty fingers. Painted her long nails black and she degrades you with her pretty voice. Her other hand playing with your balls and she's getting her hands real messy with spit and cum. Calling you a good boy after she licks some cum off her finger and spits it into your mouth <33
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