If you really want the character descriptions, they're gotten out of the way in the original, but with some changes. These reflect among other things Fantasy, Lying, and making the story "Better" each time it's told. The fish is always bigger with each retelling, but in this one it's less about blond hair, 34 B breasts, blue eyes, and being exactly 5' tall than who's doing what, why, and sexual discovery on the narrator's part. I can't contact Kael, so the characters, and situations are used without permission. (c) 2011 Leslita.Org, all rights reserved.
;
"Baby" Sitting Emma (fg Age Play Diap WS Saph)
"What do you want to play, Emma?" She's 4, and her mother left when I got there.
"Baby."
"Okay," I got her a babydoll, but when I came back, she was half naked. "Emma?" I dropped it. I'd seen her naked, and I had even changed her diapers when she was a baby, but she potty trained.
"Mommy," she sat up, "Baby need diaper."
"Okay," I shook my head, and looked around for something. A washcloth? No, too small, not even as big as the one for the babydoll, so I went in her mother's sewing pile, and tore up a sheet. "Huh," she kept her diaper pins, stuck to the magnet thing on her sewing desk, so I took those too. "Here you go." She giggled, and lay back, so I pushed her legs. To lift her bottom, and slip the square of sheet under. Smiled, and pulled the corners, pinned one side, then the other.
She sat up, "Dirsty!" and licked her lips.
"I'll get a bottle."
"No," she pulled up my shirt.
"Emma, what's got into you?"
"Momma feed baby."
"Huh!" I rolled my eyes. My face heated up, because, well. I was 13, I was starting to grow up, and my nipples. I can't say I really had boobs yet, as such, but some growth, and it felt like most of it was in my nipples. But, I thought about it, and said, "All right," she's just playing, and this is how mommies feed babies.
Turns out I was wrong, she wasn't playing, I just didn't think about that. That a toddler would try and seduce me, much less that she could, or this was anything but a game to her. But, she grinned, and as soon as I got my shirt up. I had training bras, I didn't wear one, but she curled up in my lap, and started sucking.
"Hh," That wasn't, so bad. I was just modest, but she's a little girl, and she was breast fed. She just wanted me to play mommy, and this is how her mother fed her.
"Hhhh!" Then, it started to feel good. I held her head, just my arm, went up under her head, and her shoulder. Like a hug, right there on the floor of the hall. This was silly, but.
"Hhmn." I bit my lip. It was starting to feel, sexy. I knew what sexy was, plenty of pictures in the magazines, even articles, Teen Steam. How to get boys, and dress, and.
"Hhuh!" I even felt a little sexy, before. Dressing up, and playing in the mirror. Dancing in the mirror, and rolling around like Madonna. I never tried touching myself, well, my chest. I didn't really have boobs, or anything, but I imagined I looked like that, Madonna, and it's not like she has really big ones. Why, I even thought about dying my hair blond.
But, "Oohh!" I had no idea, that this, having a baby. Well, a little girl, playing baby, and sucking my nipple.
"Smq, hnnnn!" She closed her eyes, and licked her lips. Felt between her legs, and smiled dreamily. "Mommy?"
I felt the wet swollen nipple with my fingertips, self consciously, and she opened her eyes. "Yes, Emma?"
"I wet myself."
"Okay," I reluctantly pulled the side of my shirt down, but even that. On my wet swollen nipple, clinging to it. "Huh!" I got up, but the shirt felt really hot now too, and my ears. I couldn't believe what I just did, and how it made me feel. "Go get on your bed," I went back in her mother's room, and tore off some more of the sheet.
And thought a minute. Did all that Madonna make me gay? I mean, my father, he didn't like me listening to that, and especially dressing like her, dancing like her, or rolling around on the bed to feel sexy, but could he have been right? I felt weird, especially between my legs, and all she did was suckle my nipple for a couple minutes. Shake my head, and take the square back, across the hall to her room.
"Emma?" She already had the diaper off, and started playing with it. "What are you doing?"
"I love you, mommy." She wasn't just playing, baby. She really did wet herself, and now she was playing with her pee. "Nh!"
I guess that's about when I thought she was playing this to seduce me. In her childish way, because it was working. I still felt sexy, and seeing her, touch herself in such a dirty way certainly wasn't helping, but I put it all together. Nobody really tried to seduce me before, and that made me feel even sexier.
"Stop that," I moved her hands, but then I saw how wet she was, and stupidly licked my lips.
"Kiss it."
"Okay."
"Oh," she felt my hair, "Oh mommy, I love you so much!"
It wasn't gross. It was pee, isn't pee supposed to taste gross, or like, something? I don't know, it just tasted like water, maybe she just drank a lot of water, but it was warm, and wet, and all over her privates. Inside her privates, and before I knew it, I was licking in between her fat smooth bald lips, and good god did it ever make me feel sexy!
Horny, I mean horny. I said sexy, or thought it, but that was like sexy like Madonna. To look at, maybe get a boy's attention, but now Emma was the sexy one, I was licking pee out of her privates, and I never felt so horny in all my life. Like I had to pee, but nothing came out.
Not yet, but I felt my panties. Rubbed them, and slipped them inside, in time with my tongue. They were dry, at first, but then I felt some dampness. In the bottom, I pulled them out of the way, and felt in there with my fingers just to make sure.
"Ohhhh!" I licked my lips, and closed my eyes.
That wasn't pee.
"Play potty, mommy?"
I blinked, looked up at her. She grinned, and giggled. I licked my lips, and looked down. Smiled, but now the spell was broken, I just didn't want to stop. Not now that I'd tasted forbidden fruit, I could just think about it now. Maybe not clearly, between her legs, but she wanted to play potty now, so I reluctantly pulled my fingers out, fixed the crotch of my underpants, and sat up. "Huh! Okay, where's the potty?"
"Right here." She giggled, "I'm the potty." Then she lay back, grinning wide as a baby, only I could see her teeth, and her tongue come out.
"Huh," I got up, on my knees. "Okay." It never felt gay, but now she was basically saying sit on my face, mommy. I heard of that, that's what lesbos do, I just never thought about that, when I was literally eating her pussy, because it didn't even feel gay. It just felt incredibly sexy. So, I pulled my panties down. "But, I don't have to go."
"Okay," she shrugged, "Then just pretend." She put her fingers back down, and stuck out her tongue. Grinning, mouth wide open, like she did when she was a baby, but with teeth.
So, I shrugged, and sat on her face.
"Sluph! Mnh huh, ywm!"
Not like a potty, like a lesbian. "Nh! Mh." Wait, I closed my eyes, and thought about it. While she was kissing my pussy, and I think she was really a lot better at it than me. I never even thought about it, seriously before. That's a gay thing, for lesbians, and I never thought I'm not a lesbian, or I am, I just assumed that I liked boys. Then played Madonna in the mirror to feel sexy, and get sexy, and roll around on the bed, and "Nhhhhhm!"
Okay, so yeah. I guess I'm a lesbian, but that's not it. She seduced me, all right, but How she seduced me. This baby game, she obviously likes it, and she's really really good at it, so she must've played it a lot, but the answer was staring me right in the face the whole time. For a second I felt stupid for missing it.
"Oh." Mommy. "OhhhhHHHHH!" She played this with her mommy! I wondered why she never remarried. She could, she obviously could, because she's so sexy, and "Ohhhhhh!" Duh.
She played with her baby. She played potty with her baby.
"NghH! Hohhhhhh!" I fell off, shaking, and just felt between my legs. The spasms, on my fingers, between my lips, and even my butthole, and my pubes. They, flexed? Is there a muscle in there? Because it felt like it was twitching. Inside, and on my fingers, pulling tight, and relaxing, and flattening my pubes, and making my clitoris tingle, and clenching my butthole like I do to pinch one off, or hold my pee when I have to, and, I wet myself.
"Hhhhhhh!" I just shivered, felt the hot wet trickle between my fingers, and tried to catch my breath. "HhHHHHhH!" Slowly relaxed, as the twitching died down, and hugged Emma. Right there on the floor, she curled up in my arms like a baby, so I smelled her head, and started to breathe slower, and I thought I might fall asleep like that, which would be okay, but I didn't. "Hhhhhh!"
She turned over. "I love you." Kissed me. "Autumn."
;
{This is where I expand on the severely limited source material. I know, Autumn goes on to other adventures, with other girls. However, that doesn't mean she didn't pursue a relationship with "Mommy," and keep it secret, for obvious reasons...}
;
Mommy (fF Sedu CP)
"Where's Emma?" I set down my attache. Hung up my blazer, and came into the living room from the hall.
"Taking a nap." I saw her, just curled up on the end of the couch. Like a baby, even her bottom was puffed out.
"Is she wearing a diaper?" I shook my head.
"Yeah, I hope you don't mind, but I got in your sewing. Don't worry, I just used one of the old sheets." I checked, under her skirt, it was just linen, but then I sniffed.
That wasn't the odor of urine, I smelled in the room.
"Autumn," I blinked, "What were you doing?" Right next to my little girl!
She giggled, "Just watching a movie," she pointed her obviously stinky fingers at the television, behind me. When I came in, I didn't even realize it was turned on, or she paused the VCR. "She wanted to play baby, with me. Just like she did with you."
My jaw dropped, "How dare you go through my things!?"
"I didn't. Emma got it out, and showed me. How to play mommy." She grinned, "It's real sexy."
There I was, "Uh!" Trying to think, "It's not what it looks like," of some explanation.
"Oh? Because it looks like your face is between her legs on the changing table, and what are your hands doing in your underwear, exactly?"
"Are you trying to threaten me?"
"No," she got up, "I'm trying to seduce you. Mommy, you mind if I call you mommy?" She felt my sleeve, "Sit down, relax. Hard day at work, mommy? Such a sexy mommy."
"No," this is wrong, "Stop."
"Relax, watch the movie. That's what you made it for, even though it got you in trouble isn't it?" She pulled out my shirt, "To play with yourself, now that Emma's potty trained. Isn't that why you stopped?"
"No," I shook my head, "Please."
"Don't worry. I won't tell, mommy. Relax, watch the movie. It didn't get you in trouble, it turned me on. More than playing with Emma. Baby Emma, what's wrong. Isn't she sexy any more?"
"It wasn't sex."
"Oh, of course not. Smq!" She kissed my jaw, whispered, 'just pretend.' In my ear, licked my earlobe. "Pretend I'm Emma, all grown up." I glanced over. At her, curled up, in her diaper. "She misses it. Huh!" Her breath was hot on my neck. "Snh!" Her nose in my hair, taking my hand. "I never even touched myself, before. Like that, like you did, in the movie." Moved it up her lap, under her skirt. "In my panties. Can you show me, mommy?" I close my eyes, nodded. "Can you touch me like that, in my panties?" My nails picked them out, all on their own, and felt behind the waistband. I couldn't stop, turning them over, slipping them inside.
"Did you shave?" It felt fresh. Smooth, like only fresh shaved pubes do. Like mine did, when I shaved them, to fiddle off, watching the movie. This movie.
She nodded, whispered, 'for you.'
"Oh, Emma!"
;
Autumn {fF...g Ince Saph etCe}
"Uh!" She called me Emma. Okay, I called her mommy, so whatever gets her in the mood, I guessed? Right, that's what the movie's for, but this is fun! Sex too, and pussy. I didn't really think about it, I even did it before I thought about it, but now, that's sex. To me, pussy. Not even my pussy, the way she molested me was sexy and all, but really it was just to get her in the mood. So, I could do what I wanted to, like calling her Mommy, or letting her call me Emma.
Fine, just let me get this blouse open. I had pussy, and an orgasm, but boobs? I really need to try those. "Oh!"
Just watch the movie. "Smq, luhlp!" Like a butt, "Hihihn!" Only without the crap, just sweaty, and soft, and round, and warm all over my face stuffed down between them while I finish fumbling these buttons open, and fill my nose full of her sweat. "Snhhhhhh!" Yeah, add boobs to the list. It's not pussy, but no hurry. "Huhhhhh!" This is just fine, too.
"Oh!" I nodded. She leaned forward, on the couch when I let the sides of her blouse go. Unbuttoned, and open, felt up her gasping tummy, sides, ribs, around her back, and felt the thin wide strap to the hooks in back. I chewed on my tongue, I've done this, behind my back, but not a lot, only had 1 real bra, and I usually just turned it around so my hands were the right way and I can see what I was doing.
"Huh!" She lay back, but they dropped, and swung out. Wider, so I had to pick them up, and squeeze them together again. "Ohhh!" She felt my back, up my shirt, then down to fondle, and grope my butt.
"Nh!" She needs to cut her nails, I think. She didn't scratch me, but they bothered me. I felt a little scared she would, or try to stick them inside, but she just rubbed a fingertip in. The bottom, then slipped it back up. "nH!" I nodded, in her tits. "Huh!" I pulled out to take a breath, but they stared back at me. In my hands, big dark red nipples like eyes, just begging to be kissed, "Swp," and Sucked, "Smq," and licked, around and round to get them wet, and stiff, and pebbly like goosebumps on my tastebuds.
"Yeah." Tits. 2 of them, so I turned my attention to the other one.
"Hooh!"
"Mhm! Smuip! Smoq, swip!"
She's right, Emma isn't really that sexy. For the wrong reason, she's not too old, she doesn't have this. These, just tiny little points, and flabby chest, not really like tits at all. Could be boy nipples for all the difference it makes, but these are warm, and soft, and firm, and round, and heavy, and "HhuhHuhHuhHuh!" I squeezed her hand between my legs, and just shivered. Turned to lay my face, sideways on the pillows of her chest. "Ohhhhn!"
Another one, a different one. I didn't know, even think there was even 1 kind of orgasm. It was just a thing, I'd learn about when I got to sex. Well, now I'm having sex. "hhhhh!" And this was like, after the first one. So warm, and shivery, and tingly, but without the big bright burst the first time. The twitches, I really like the orgasm muscle twitches. I don't know, I'm sure there's some Greek word for it, but the one you use to hold in pee, or pinch off a dump, or twitches when I have an orgasm. "Hhhuh, huh. Huh. Hihhhhn!" I blinked.
Looked over at Emma. Just watching, smiling. Pretending to sleep, like we agreed. I think it might have even been her idea, like playing baby to get me to play her mommy. Then pretending to nap, while I showed her the movie. Her home movie, the childporn she made with her.
"Mommy?" she sat up, rubbing her eyes, "I'm all wet." She looked down, hung her head, but only to cover her dirty little grin.
"Oh!" she pushed me off. "Did you have an accident?"
"Nope!" She grinned up at her, "I did it on purpose!"
She's really very smart, when it cums to such things. I guess it was from having a great teacher, but I was learning. It sure is a lot of fun, I knew it's supposed to feel good, but nobody said that sex games would be so much fun!
;
Mommy (Ffg... Basically just a PoV change.)
"Mommy," she crawled up on my lap, even as I slipped my hand out of Autumn's underpants. "Why did you stop?" She took my breast, kissed it. I didn't know what to say, so I shook my head. "Is it twue? Did you stop loving me. Did I get to old, to be sexy?"
"No," I.
"Then why?" She started crying.
"I need a shower." Autumn just pulled off her top, and swung her skirt, off to the bathroom.
"Mommy? Snh!"
"Oh," I hugged her to my bosom, "Don't cry, Emma. Mommy still loves you, baby."
"I'm not a baby." She shook her head, "I'ma little girl now, and I love you."
"I love you too," I pulled her straight blonde hair down, "I still love you, baby."
"Then show me. I want to feel sexy again. Like Autumn, made me feel sexy. She doesn't want to play mommy, and I don't want to play baby any more, just to feel sexy."
"Huh!" I can't believe I'm having this conversation. "What Autumn did, was bad."
"No, it isn't. She didn't wanna, because she thought that too, but touch me, mommy. Touch me like you used to, please?"
"Oh," my hand shook, "I didn't stop, because I don't love you." I fiddled with the safety pin, "I do, I just stopped because it was bad."
"I don't care, it feels good, it makes me feel good, and it shows me you love me. Kiss me, mommy, show me you love me, again."
"Okay," I kissed her, and just pinched the little pink rabbit, on the head of the safety pin.
"No, mommy. Kiss me sexy, like this." She kissed me back. "Mwl, mH! Uh!" She rolled her eyes, "Open your mouth, and let me suck your tongue."
"Mwol!"
"Slp, schlerp! Huh!" She licked her lips, grinning. "Now, let's get this silly thing off."
I had to reach around, to unhook the safety pin, and pull it out. Carefully, I stuck it in the cushion, and she took my hand.
"Now, touch me. Make me feel sexy mommy." She kissed me, mouth wide open, and sighed through her nose. Closed her eyes, so i stuck my tongue out for her to suck on again. My hand knew what to do, it always did, I just had to stop holding it back. Let it do what came natural, remember her nursing, then checking her diaper. Then holding her, in my lap, her bottom with my hand in her diaper. Her tiny baby buttocks, until that started feeling wrong. I don't know why it started feeling so wrong, or took so long to, but then she potty trained, and i stopped.
I never should have, in the first place, but now she could ask me, beg me to. She cried, because I stopped.
She's right, she's just not sexy any more, but she loves me, and I love her. Enough to do this, for her again. I never should have in the first place, but I shouldn't have stopped. Once she got used to it, remembered it, starting to miss it. I don't know which was worse, but she lay down. On my lap, in my arms again, and lifted my breast in her hand.
"Huh!" I lay my head back, and just felt her. Lips, and tongue, and hands. they're bigger, and she didn't suckle like I remember. This was different, of course it became erotic when i started nursing, but it wasn't like this. I dried up, she weaned, but now, it was sexual. Completely sexual, for her. Now, I could touch her, without worrying that I was abusing her.
She wanted it, she begged for it, and how can I say no to her. My baby, my precious Emma. I love her too much to deny her this, any longer. "I love you so much!"
"Smq?" She looked up. "Then don't call me Baby. And never call her Emma, ever again."
"All right," I cradled her hair, and bent down to kiss her. Let her suck my tongue again. "I promise."
{Child molester. Lies, excuse, byegones...}
;
TodDomommy
{As in Toddler, dominating her Mommy. Somewhat foreshadowed, but now getting more overt, and fetishistic on both their parts. I guess I should give a nodding credit to [email protected] again, only this time the story fragment "Playing with my Cousin." However, I'm just taking those events, and others under the pen name Koibito as Cannon. For continuity sake, those were written much younger, and less detailed, while these are fantasized, and embellished a lot more, remembering, and rereading them. They also go toward Motive, why Autumn got into BDSM/Age Play after Emma sexual/lezzed her.}
Merry Annette (Alias/Pun)
She was right, it was downright cruel of me. I never should have touched her, or kissed her privates, shamefully playing with myself in the first place, then taking away that love and affection was needlessly cruel. "I'm sorry," I cried, "I'm so sorry."
"It's okay," she held me, standing in my lap, "I forgive you."
"Snh!" Holding my neck, kissing my head.
"I love you."
"I love you too!" She stood back, held my face, and looked down to my eyes.
"You think I'm sexy?"
"Oh yes!"
"How sexy?"
"The sexiest little girl there ever was!"
"Good," she turned me. "Lay back."
"Okay."
"Yes, Emma."
"Yes, Emma."
"Pick up your legs, undo your pants."
"Okay?"
"Say yes. Emma." She stopped, looked up at me. A disappointed frown.
"Okay," she pouted, "Yes Emma."
"Good, now take off your pants." I busied myself getting the zipped down. "Say it."
"What?"
"You have to say it. 'Yes, Emma.' Every time."
"Okay. Yes, Emma."
"Good," she petted the front of my underpants. Looking down, she frowned.
"What is it?"
"You need to shave."
"Yes Emma."
"Good, then I can make you happy."
"Oh, you have!" I sat up, held her in my arms. "You made me the happiest a mother has ever been!"
"Huh!" I held her out, and she looked disappointed. I looked down, ashamed. "I said, you need to shave." She nodded, seriously. "Now."
"Yes," I hurried, "Emma." To pull my legs out of my pants.
;
Autumn (fG/F gdoM Mama CP)
"Huh!" I just wrinsed off, which is good because they came right in after me.
"Shave." She pointed right at the bathtub.
Zombie mommy? I don't know what to call it, I never saw anyone like that before, but she just, did it. Whatever she said, and I sat down to watch. Emma just stood there, pulled of her night shirt, naked, and watched. Arms crossed, and I got a chance a little bit, or try to understand exactly what I was watching.
I did it too. I don't know what kind of spell Emma had over us, but just thinking back over the last couple hours, I guess I had to watch her do it to someone else to see it. Not just anyone, her mother, an adult, and normally the boss of the houshold. My boss, and her was Emma, a 4 year old, sure she could be demanding, but I just wondered at how she seduced me, that very morning.
And felt my pubes. Right out of the shower, still damp, so I pulled down the towel I had wrapped around me, and patted them. A fairly new development, I suppose I started growing them a couple years ago when I got my period, but they were dark, brown like my hair, but not as sun bleached in the summer, and a lot curlier.
Not her mother's, they're both blonds, with straight hair, but of course not her pubes, which curled like mine, but I'd never seen her naked before today. In the video, she was shaved, but at least I got to see her little bit of a busk, before she lathered it up, and carefully scraped them off, like I did. Same razor, I'm sure she used on her legs, but Emma didn't make me. I saw it, on the video after she kissed me off, and I wondered what that was like.
I liked it, a lot. Just the feel of the hairs, pulling in my mound, it turned me on, and felt really good in my hand when it was still wet, and slick from the soap. "Huh!"
"Get them all, every last one, I want you smooth as a baby's bottom." She nodded, like a Period on the end of a sentance.
"Yes, Emma."
Zombie Mommy. Gone was the kind of up-tight, worry wort strong professional single woman I had grown to love, respect, and even fear a little. Her disappointed frown, judgemental stare, or whiplash tongue, scolding me for fucking up. So, I didn't fuck up, she didn't spank me, she didn't have to. My mom resorted to force, but that's not how she gets things done, in this house. I did it to her, a little, I didn't threaten her, I just pointed out the childporn, incest, and let her draw her own conclusions, but I learned it from her.
I can only guess that Emma had some of that in her blood, as well. She did it to me, made me kiss her privates without even thinking about it. I wanted to, I enjoyed it, and I'm so grateful she did, but there's still something really kind of creepy, and also incredibly sexy about how she did that. I don't know, how she does it. I still don't, and that mystery makes it even sexier. Not threats, no violence, she's 4, and maybe 20 pounds, so that wouldn't work if she tried it.
Still, she played both of us like puppets on strings, and it's so sexy I can look past her body. It's really not sexy, at all. She doesn't have enough, no boobs at all, very little pussy, she doesn't even get wet normally, and she pissed herself.
Just said, "Kiss me."
Then I said, "Okay."
"Get up." Her mommy did, "Come here, let me feel it."
"Oh!" She closed her eyes, the most exquisite look of pleasure on her face at her touch. I had just wrinsed out, had it been 10 minutes?
"Snh?" Nope, that's not shower water on my fingers. I licked them, it's not piss either, but I rubbed more spit in with them.
"Good," she nodded, and stopped touching her. Her mother, she just molested her grown mother, right in front of me. Then pulled up, on her tippy toes to kiss her, right on the still glistening wet fresh shaved skin that used to have pubes curling out of it.
"Come on," she took her hand, "Let's go to bed, Mommy."
"Yes, Emma."
"Grab the camera."
"Yes, Emma."
;
Grace (Gf Sedu D/s.)
"Yes dear." Daddy nodded, and pulled the door.
Autumn looked up, and had a funny look on her face.
"What?" She looked down.
"Your mom really wears the pants in the family, huh?"
"Yeah?"
"Is she bisexual?"
"What?"
"Sorry," she grinned, looked down. "Too personal?" She was really red.
"What's bisexual?"
"Well, you know about sex?" I nodded, "You know they had sex, they had you!"
"Uh huh?"
"Well, bisexual means your mom has sex with your father, and also with girls."
"Oh," I nodded, "No, she isn't." She nodded, shrugged. I tilted my head, "Autumn?"
"Uh huh?"
"How do you have sex, with girls?"
"Well, I. Hihihn! Come here." She leaned in, whispered. 'I let you do whatever you want to me.' Grinned, and bit her lip. At the same time, now she was really really red. "You want to come over, to my house tonight?"
"Okay," That sounds like fun!
I asked my mom, she said "Of course dear." Looked over Autumn, again. She's 14, already in high school, her mom even lets her borrow the car, and drive. She looked down, biting her lip, and smiling. Swinging back, and forth, so red it went down her top, and she took a deep breath. "Hhihn!" So her modest breasts swelled, and fell. In her lacy shirt, and bra. I saw when she bent over, playing on the floor in my room. White lace, just like her gloves, and underpants. With frills around the wrists, and short fingers. So, she could bite her nails, too. She shyly glanced back up at mom, who put up her dish cloth, leaned her hip on the cabinet, and smiled.
"Autumn."
"Hm?" Mom blinked, and looked down at me. I Looked at her, Autumn. I would never Look at mom like that, she's slap the teeth right out of my mouth, but I smiled. She looked down, grinning, and bit her lip. "Let's go, Now."
"Yes, Grace." I followed her out, and took the door from her. She giggled, excited, but I looked back, at mom.
"Give her hell," she patted my shoulder. "Go on, go get her. Girl."
"Yes, mother."
;
...From Grace (See what I did there?)
She's cute, I guess? Grace, cute, and bossy. Still in middle-school, I didn't ask her age, but kind of severe looking. Like her mom, but god, her mom? Dommy Mommy, I can tell. Now, it just took a little while to recognize the signs, for what they were. I'd always thought "Like Mom," but not really that deeply in how they are alike. Take charge, wear the pants in the family, you know what I'm talking about. Sometimes their husbands put up with it, or others they change, like Grace did. When she got me home, her face softened. She relaxed, looked down, nodded. "Yes, mother," then we went back to her room. Then, the old Grace I met in the neighborhood came back when she got me in her room.
"What do you want to play?" All I had to ask.
A friend got me some books. From the porn store, but not really Porn. Like a textbook, paperback, but big, not a lot of pictures, just pieces of stories for examples, but mostly just to explain how to do it. It helped a lot.
SM-101.
And others, some story books too, but that's the one I learned the most from. Femdom, mostly grownup women with grownup men, but I learned what I am, and even got some ideas how to play my role.
Powerbottom.
This is foreplay for me, and with practice, with each girl I seduce into dominating, humiliating, binding, and hurting me, the better I get at it. This is the best part, Seduction. Questions.
Like: "You get your period yet?" I don't know, 8-10, right about the time most girls start, but I can't see one way or another with her clothes on.
"Mhm?"
"If any of this is too personal," I looked over, at the light, "Just smack me, and tell me it's none of my damned business."
She giggled. Shy, but she can do it. I know she can, I might have to make her mad, but I've seen her mad. At a boy, that's why I noticed her. She yelled, and smacked him right in the face! He balled his fist, but didn't hit her. He threatened her.
"Go ahead," She stood up to him, "Show all your friends you're a coward too."
"Hihn!" Oh, the light turned green, so I looked left, and right.
"You want me to hit you!?"
"If you want," I shrugged. "I told you, that's how i have sex. That is sex for me, whatever You want."
"You're weird. But, you really want to. Have sex, with me?"
"Oh god, yeah!? God, you're so strong, and confident. Independent, and domineering?"
"What's, domineering?"
"Like your mom. Mine too, a lot of mothers around here, it seems like they practically conspire to run the neighborhood. Control their husbands, their children, and lovers."
"You have sex with them?"
"Well, one. Huh! I like your mom, and she, huh! I don't know if she likes me, but I love you."
"You do?"
I lied, "Mhm?" I could, easily, I feel a little safer with younger girls, those dommy mommies look good, but, I think I'm maybe still a little too scared to actually submit to one.
"But you just met me."
"Huh! That's another thing, I fall for girls quick."
"Oh. You really think I'm sexy?" She looked down. At the seatbelt tight across her chest. Not flat, round. Around her ribs, but no breasts, even her nipples didn't show through.
"Oh, it's not about your looks. You're pretty too, it's how you take charge, and dominate me. That's how you make me love you. That's why I love you, and not your mom. She didn't do that to me."
"Oh," she grinned, but I looked back, and pulled into the driveway. Ease of practice, I could almost do it with the corner of my eye, with the tree right there, and the bushes beside the driveway. "Okay."
"What?" I pushed the stem up and put it in park, turned it off, and looked at her. Thinking, I guess.
"Yeah," she shrugged, "I want to hit you." She grinned.
"Huh!" I got out, excited. Just closed the door, and squeed with glee! I got ahold of myself, but i never been with a sadist. A real one, not yet, and maybe she is, or maybe she can learn, but i haven't gotten very far trying it on myself, and i'm running out of ideas, and finally I found a lover who's willing to try to hurt me. It's not the same when i do it. "Come on," I opened the gate, "This way."
"You don't live in the house?"
"Well, I do, but i have my own way in, unless you want to meet my parents."
"Not really."
I reached the doors, and bent over, my hand up on one to unlock, and pull open the other. Sideways, up on the side, diagonal like a little roof. Only 2 doors, over stairs down.
"You live in the basement?"
"Yeah," I held it for her, "I have the whole basement to myself."
"Cool!"
Yeah, so i can have a dungeon.
I turned on the steps, and carefully let the door down. So, it didn't slam, and they don't even have to know I'm home. My hand shook, when I let the handle click back into place, so I steadied it, to lock it from the inside.
"This your room?"
"My bedroom." She looked around, and i caught up.
"You have a camcorder." On the VCR. Right at the foot of the bed. "You make movies?" I was getting hot, so I nodded, let my head fall. My hair swing out from my shoulders, bleached blond, and even flatironed this morning, but the wind, and humid weather started letting it kinked back up to it's natural waves. Bit my lip, and looked up.
"God you're beautiful."
"Thank you, grace," i bit my lip again. She really likes that. "Sex movies?"
"Oh, yes Grace."
"Okay," she hopped on the bed, "Let's watch a movie."
"Yes Grace."
"You don't have to say my name, every time I speak."
"Okay, I'm sorry." Grace. I bit it back, grinned.
"It's annoying, and what's taking you so long?"
I fumbled with it.
"Hurry up!"
"Okay, I'm sorry."
"Shut up, don't apologize, just put the movie on, what's wrong with you?"
Bite back another I'm sorry, and getting hornier by the minute. I know the one, but made her just mad enough to get in the mood. She giggled, covered it, and stopped, but she was starting to enjoy it. Have fun, feeling her role. Good, I'm glad.
I knelt down, by the bed, and held up the remote. Silently, i didn't even look at her, but she took it.
The remote.
Control.
It was a little thing, I don't even know if she caught it yet, but it was a start...
;
Grace (G/f BDSM Slow. Sorry, due to the nature of their respective roles, ages, and relative experience. I've done this, taught Domination from the bottom. It takes a while, but pays off intensely, and tends to produce a more stable relationship. Also technically CP, legally a Minor, though a fairly developed one, 5' tall, with 36 Bs, and bleached blond hair;)
It was fun, at first. "Hih'Hem!" Hard to keep a straight face, but no. First it was interesting, it sounded very interesting when she said let me do whatever I want to her. She's right, I do like to be in charge, but then we get there, and there's the last part of that.
My problem was I had no idea what I wanted to do to her. Never really had a serious chance to have sex, with anyone. God knows I wasn't sheltered, but if anything I thought about doing a boy. Just never had a boy come right up and offer to be my sex slave. I thought that's what she ment, but when she kneeled by her own bed, then I felt like a Queen, and watched the movie for ideas.
"Oh." She had a belt. Bent over, with tight jeans, she doubled over, and snapped it.
SMACK!
Right across her butt, I giggled. "Mh." Straightened up my face, and glanced over, but she just looked at me. "Huh!" My eyebrows went down, and I almost let out an 'o!' but it was just silent. Good, it was so beautiful, like worship, then she looked down, and bit her lip. SMACK! She winced, then relaxed, her shoulder slowly went back down, but I didn't even look, back at the screen. SMACK!
"Nh!" She grunted this time.
"Autumn." She looked up. "What's wrong?"
"I've been bad."
SMACK!
"What did you do?" She shrugged, "Autumn. Look at me."
"I had dirty thoughts," she looked back down. "About you. Sorry."
SMACK!
"It's all right, what kind of dirty thoughts?"
SMACK!
"About taking off my clothes, and." She glanced up. Smack! With a dirty grin, "Dancing for you. Naked?"
SMACK!
"Get the belt."
"Okay."
"Yes, Grace."
"Yes, huhhhh!" Her lids dropped, and she even shivered. 'grace.'
Now, I was starting to feel sexy.
"You like Madonna?"
"Oh," I looked down, back up. "Yeah." Duh. Hey, I'm new at this!
I muted the TV, it was starting to get louder, and faster, anyway.
"Life is a mystery, everyone must stand alone. I hear you call my name, and it feels like;
Home."
;
Bottom (Rhymes with Autumn. f/G Strip Tease.)
"Huh!" the music slowly faded out, "huh, huh, huh!" I stopped, panting, and knelt there. Naked, except for a pair of fingerless lace gloves, and my matching panties, tight between my spread knees.
She played along, you ever played the Triangle? I'm sure you had band at some point, we didn't have a Recorder, but she learned how to snap the two ends together, and bright girl, the effect that sound has on me.
She grinned, at first, even made a little flash of mini Look with her eyes, when she snapped the leather in her hands. Then, more clothes came off, swinging back and forth, at my hips, shooting one to slip one side, then the other, just like I practiced for the mirror. Then back, to slip the other hip, bending and rocking my shoulders, her eyes dropped, and her mouth hung over. As my arms went down, working down my legs, and shaking my 34 Bs in their bra. Grin and drop my head, my hair, and pulling out my foot. Standing up with a pantyclad crotch thrust.
"I hear your voice," Stretch, "It's like an angel sighing!" Reaching out. "I have no choice, I hear your voice." Straight out, "Feels like Flying." Cruciform.
"I close my eyes," lip synching. "Oh god I think I'm falling?" drop my arms, "Out of the sky, I" cracked my eyes, "I close my eyes." she's back down to my hips. "Heaven help me!"
Start rocking them again. Switching the hem of my blouse back and forth. Through the chorus, higher and higher.
"Down on my knees," I drop, "I wanna take you there." Arms back up, int the shirt. "In the midnight hour." bent over the bed, "I can feel your power," bound in the lace curtain. "Just like a prayer," daring her, "You know I'll take you there." Bare back, right there.
Go on, just a little slap. "NHM!" She didn't, she just pulled it taut to snap, right by my head, I turned, to hear it, and she did it ahain.
CLAP!
"Like a child," I pulled my head up, "You whisper softly too me." Lip synching again.
"You're in control," I nodded.
"Just like I child," I jumped up, "Now I'm dancing."
I dropped my shirt, on the bed, she didn't even glance down from my chest, but her grin was back.
"It's like a dream," covering my eyes, "No end and no beginning." Writhing rhythmically, "You're here with me," I felt down, "It's like a dream." to the clasp, "Let the choir sing!" Spread the cups like a pair of wing.
"When you call my name." shake-em, "It's like a little prayer." drop, "Down on my knees," my bra behind me, "I WANT TO TAKE YOU THERE!" Over the music. "In the midnight hour, " she cried more more more, "I can feel your power," I clasped my hands, "Just like a prayer." Shook them, begging, "You know I'll take you there."
I bowed. deep enough for my thighs to lift off my calves, my butt off my heels, and slipped my panties down to my knees in 1 swipe.
"Huh!" I panted, "Huh!" Waiting, "Huh!"
You ever seduced a little girl? Well, that's how I do it.
{Yes, in case you're wondering, she's exactly the kind of girl (Leslita) that would lie about her 36-Bs being 34-Bs. And powerbottoming, just going by the source material. Just do a quick Google Search: [Leslita Autumn] Read those shorts, anything by Kael, or Koibito, and tell me I'm wrong. She lies about every time being the first, too. "Like a Virgin," though the opposite. A slut, basically, but with refined tastes for domineering little girls. To me, it begs the questions of what makes a teenage girl like that, and how she goes about satisfying that sexuality. I thought she deserved more detailed answers.}
;
Grace (g-to-G Tran LesDom Sub Dyke Forced. Actually a transition here, from an asexual virgin to a Domme. Transgender isn't the only kind, why it's Trans; Call it a Cumming of Age...)
I looked around. Watched her too, she's a really great dancer, but also looking for ideas. Girl's room, bed, desk, dresser, closet mirror on the door, Madonna posters. It's a lot to think about, but some orange handle scissors sticking out of the square plastic jar, and I remembered my hair whipping in the wind this morning.
It died down a little, but that was the word that gave me an idea. She does her hair, dyed it, straightened it somehow, I kind of remember her natural wavy blond, but I didn't even know her name was Autumn before. High school girl, never really knew her.
"So," I got up, "You're a lesbian." I pushed her head back down. "Don't get up." Pulled her hair together, in back. Like a ponytail, without the tye, I could just reach the scissors from the table.
"Yes."
"Sh. You can nod, yes?" She did, so I shook her head, by the tail. "No."
"Mh." I could hear her, biting her lip. "Good, dyke." Her shoulders tensed. Her naked shoulders, I twisted her hair around, and stuck my thumb under. The loop. "Not a very good dyke, though." She shook her head, so I caught it, with the scissors. "Why I never noticed, you hid it too well." Krk. "Hold still." I pulled them open again. Krk.
"Nhm!"
"If you're gonna play dyke, you should look like a dyke, right?"
"Mhm?"
"I said." Krk, "Hold," Krk, "Still."
"Nmh?" She was shivering?
"Are you cold?"
"Noh, Grace."
"You don't feel cold, so why are you shivering?"
"I'm hot."
"You shiver when you're hot?"
"Yes, Grace."
"Well, hold still, you don't want me to fuck this up."
Krk, Krk, Krk. It's a lot of hair, I wish i could just snip it all off, but it really took a while to get all the way through it.
"NhHhM!" She was really shaking now, but she held her head. Like I said, with her arms, but she couldn't stop shaking.
"Snip!" I set the scissors down, "Don't look. Now you look like a dyke. Take my word for it." Wiggled my thumb out the hole, and my fingers slipped out of the other orange hard plastic handle. I dropped it, read [Fiskars], and picked up a rubberband.
"You like pain, dyke?"
"NyeAH!" I swatted her bottom.
"Nod. Yes. Got it?" She did. "Good, don't make me tell you again." I finished wrapping the broad purple rubberband, around the end, so the lock all held together, and I'd stop dropping strands. I lost a few, but there were a lot left. So, I could brush it, over her back.
"Ticklish?"
"No. NGH!" Makes a pretty good whip, though.
"NihIH! Ahem." I clear my head.
Sorry, but this is fun! "Sorry, mistress."
"GRACE!"
"Ahn, hHhHhH!" She shivered, she really likes this! I brushed it around some more, but I couldn't see any marks, at all.
Then, I remembered the belt. The rubberband, too. She likes the sound, so I whipped it back, and she tensed.
whHHKT!
Over my back. "Uhn!" Oh, that's what it feels like. She started to relax.
wHhwct.
"nh? Mhin?" She whimpered, and nodded, so i brushed it down her back.
Behind her, like a horse tail, "You like it, dyke." She nodded. "Say it."
"Yes, I love it! NAUGH!" Right up between her legs. "HhihH!" I had to hold my breath, to not giggle. Out loud, she really Really likes it! And it's fun.
"You're asking for it." She nodded, "Go on, ask me."
"Please," she begged.
"Please what?"
She whispered, 'please hurt me.'
;
Bottom (G/f maso subS. Capitalization is intentional throughout. subS means sub\Space.)
"Hhhhhhhuh!" She's a quick learner. i just lay down, turned to rest my cheeks on my crossed arms. Right on the floor, the spiral oval of rag rug. "Hhhhh!"
"RUOK?"
"Mhm?" i nodded, sideways.
"Did I do all right?"
"Yeah." i bit my lip, tensed anticipating another one. i didn't even try to count. "Huhhh!" Relaxed, completely. 'perfect.'
"Goody!" She giggled. "Hihihihn!"
She is, "i'm just going. To lie here. A minute, okay?" Perfect, she can do it. She put me down, i mean i know the way, but.
She whipped me with my own hair! i never imagined that. This, She surprised me. i guess that's why it doesn't work, i can't surprise myself like that. With my fantasies, but all She had to do was think of something new, and i'm still learning things like that. Write that down, surprise, when i get a chance. i never been this far before, so pain too, but it wasn't like a spanking. Slap. Slap, slap. Slap slap slap... Steady, faster and faster until it's overwhelming and bursts over me like an orgasm.
She hit me when i least expected it. Not to hard, it hurt but so good. "HhHhHhHhH!"
"Did you get off?"
I started sitting up. Shaking my head, "Okay. Huh, there's orgasm. You ever had an orgasm? Okay, well, I'll fix that right after this, but. I'm a Masochist. You know SM?"
"Like S&M?"
"Same thing." I nodded, "Sadism, and masochism, or sadomasochism. Only i need You, to hurt me. That's, that was. So much better than an orgasm, and the next one. And the next one, whew! Probably for a while, god you beat the hell out of me!" I turned, twisted to check in the mirror, and felt back. "Huhhhhh!" No marks? It's red, all over, but it looks like a sunburn, and if there's any marks, either they're too fine to see, or they all run together. "You whipped me with my own hair!" I laughed, "God, that's the most intense thing that ever happened to me!"
"So," she grinned, "It makes orgasms better?"
"For me, everyone's different, but yeah. I think you found it. It, the best thing so far."
"Well," she scooted to the end of the bed, "You better give me an orgasm then."
"Yes," I felt up her legs, "Master."
;
Grace {Under pressure. (Queen Feat. David Bowie.) ;}
"So," she closed the record player, "How'd it go?"
About time we had a talk. She turned it up, lalala lyrics, but a good baseline. Like that Ice Icy Baby song.
"Mom, do you spank dad?"
"Huh!" she sat down.
"Uh!" I rolled my eyes. "I'm not a little girl any more."
"What did you do with that girl?"
"Autumn." I nodded, "Her name is Autumn."
"Don't take that tone with me young lady."
"Huh. If you're not going to respect me, at least respect my girlfriend."
"So, you are." She sat forward. Whispered.
"What?" I cupped my ear, "A Lesbian?" I laughed in her face. "No, but she is. If you must know." I looked at my nails, "I made her a dyke." Back up, Looked in her eyes. "My dyke. Now, do you beat my father?"
"Hh," she got up, "Scoot over." She sat next to me. "Your father, needs a little encouragement. In bed, it makes him much more passionate."
I buffed my fingertips on my dress. My edgeless, fresh cut, and filed nails, back to the meat, so I don't scratch her.
"With a belt?" I heard that sound before. At night, often very late at night, a belt slapping, then the headboard.
She nodded, "So. Quid quo pro, what did you girls do?"
"She stripped for me, then I cut her hair, and whipped her into submission with it." Turned my hand over, curled up my fingers. "Wh," blew on the tips, and rubbed them across the pad of my thumb. "What kind of encouragement?" Quid quo pro is legalese for give, and take.
"Well, all right. I suppose if you're going to get into." She looked both ways, like it was a street, "Rough sex." This is how she talks, closeted I guess, but like when she saw me off. She didn't give me any permission to go have sex with Autumn. She made me jealous, and then gave me a pat on the back. She just doesn't come right out and say it. Anything.
"Spanking." She nodded. "Scratches?" I've seen his back. He has scars, but quite often he gets fresh ones too. The day after they have another wall pounding fuckfest.
"Huh! I had hoped to wait until you're older."
"Well, too late. He like the belt?" She closed her eyes. "Well," I took off hers. Autumn's, long thick broad black leather belt just pulled tight over my dress. "Well," I doubled it over, "Next time try this." I snapped it.
"Huh, what are you going on about?"
"Watch," I scooted out, "Next time he's fucking you. Like this." She covered her mouth. "Try snapping it, across his ass. Like this."
SNAP!
"Uh!"
"Thanks for the talk." I got up, dropped the belt, and walked out. Looked back, "Mom." Pulled the door, to leave her alone. With a lot to think about.
/
{May be continued...Feedback always welcome.}