Dangerousangleofadream - Femdom

Her voice was a soft husky whisper…. murmuring sweet words of encouragement. “You’re doing so well for me baby… I’m almost there. Hold on just a little bit longer for me sweetheart.”

She could see from the look on his face he was lost… gone… floating… immersed in the pleasure of her soft, hot, dripping sex… yet somehow he’d went to that place in his head where he sought strength to fight his own desperate need for release.

God how it turned her on and made her drip to see him suffer like this… to ache…. to deny his own urges just for her.

“Almost baby, almost……. just a little longer for me…. hold back sweetheart, hold back…..” Her words were throaty, seductive, dripping with lust.

Moments later she exploded in waves, hot creamy wetness drenching her husband as her pussy rippled and spasmed in pleasure all around him. His struggles were now pure torture and she could see he was about to go crashing over the edge. Crying out she reminded, “Baby noooo….. don’t!…….. don’t cum baby, hold back!!”

As soon as her waves subsided she mercifully lifted off of him, causing his still unrelieved cock to pop free from her tight, silky heat and back out in to the cool air. A triumphant smile crossed her face as she heard what sounded like a soft, weak sob come from him, his cock twitching and throbbing frantically behind her in nearly unbearable frustration.

Sliding slightly up his body, she leaned forward and collapsed, falling so that his face was enveloped in the hot softness of her breasts. Smiling at his muffled moan of need she sweetly purred, “Mmmm, you did it baby…. you did so well. Just relax for me sweetie…. take a little break…. and then in a little bit, we’re going to do that again.”

Of your three “regular” babysitters, she was undoubtedly the nicest. She at least did the least to humiliate or tease you.

One babysitter used her time with you to let out her inner Domme. She was exceedingly strict and any disobedience, even if it was a miscommunication, resulted in punishment. And she was extremely creative with punishments.

Your other babysitter loved nothing more to tease and humiliate you. Whether it was inviting her friends over to taunt the “diaper boy,” or just spending the entire night in Gryffindor-colored bra and panties, with thigh-high Gryffindor socks, making you wish you were a man, she left you would be positively aching down there with insatiable arousal.

But she was different. She wasn’t mean. She didn’t tease you. And, for some reason, you weren’t sure if that made her the worst.

If someone made an audio recording of her time with you, they would be convinced she was babysitting a toddler. It drove you crazy. It was one thing to be bossed around or teased. At least those babysitters acknowledged you were an adult, even if you were just a diaper boy.

But not her. Nothing she did, nothing she said, ever made it seem like she knew you were an adult. It was so convincing, so authentic that you honestly weren’t sure if it was an act.

She had never broken character once in the last five years. You tried everything you could think of to prove you were an adult, to force her to recognize—even for a second—that you were actually an adult.

Your attempts rolled off her like water on a duck. As far as you could tell, you were a toddler to her. She never let you out of her sight, except for your naps and sleepy time of course.

You had absolutely no dignity around her. She dressed you as she wished, checked you when she wished, and changed you when she wished. She blew raspberries on your tummy like it was completely normal.

You watched educational baby cartoons on a non-stop loop. And she always, always encouraged you to answer along and was just so proud of you for getting the right answers.

And nothing entertained her more than having you sing along with her to your “favorite” songs. You could never convince her you didn’t love singing and dancing to Baby Shark in nothing but a short T-shirt and soggy diaper.

All this because your bladder stopped working like it used to. All this because your girlfriend couldn’t handle your diapers but couldn’t break up with you.

But as you hear “The Wheels on the Bus” play for the 100th time, you know you need to start dancing…

I’m covering your mouth while I use you, darling, because fuck dolls don’t talk.  I’m just going to hold this vibe on my clit and contract around your thick aching cock in my cunt and you have to take it.  You can’t cum.  I’m not done using my toy.  You can’t cum inside me.  You just have to listen as I take my pleasure from you.  On you.  Watch as I explode above you.  Feel my pussy milking your cock.  I’m gonna cum on you, sweet slut– don’t you dare empty your load inside me.