Charlotte

I love being a Mom.

From her bundle of fleece and wool, Cara looks up into my face, her eyes fixing on me in a way that they didn’t when she was first born. Her features have lost that squashed-up look she had at first, filling out to more of the true ‘Winston Churchill’ look of young babies.

My baby…

So beautiful…

There’s never been anything so beautiful in the whole world…

… But when she was new-born, she was a beautiful, little squashed-up red prune.

Cara held close to my breast, she suckles contentedly…

Wonder how long it’ll be before she does more than eat and sleep?

However wonderful My Baby might be, the novelty of breast-feeding is wearing off fast. Bored, Cara supported in one arm, I browse my tablet, scrolling the feed with a thumb.

Somehow, they have gotten hold of my email address and my In-Box is bombarded with ads for milk substitutes, nappies, early learning for babies… Jabbing my thumb at the offending posts, I delete one after another…

And then, something more interesting…

Aaahhh…

A message from my Master…

Wonder why he used my work address?

?

Probably came up first on the autofill…

I tap with my thumbpad, fumble, then Cara held in the crook of one arm, pass the tablet to one hand so I can tap in properly with the other.

An image opens up: a corset. It’s a beauty: satin and lace in a shade of jewelled emerald, edged in a deeper jade.

Thought you might like to browse this site. Find something you like. Life’s getting back to normal xx

Intriguing…

… and I can see why my Master picked out the one he did.

Smiling to myself, I follow the link through to find myself on a website for sexy underwear… Actually, beyond sexy. Downright erotic. Anything but bored now, I explore the lingerie: black lace, red satin, bodices and bustiers, stockings and garters, thongs and French knickers…

It’s been so long since I was able to wear anything like this, but my figure is rapidly returning to normal…

still

glance down at

remain so for

getting warm inside… Wet,

the other breast and resume my

my Master’s, sending me this. But

I chuckle again. Of course, he does. He’s a Dom. He’s always going to start by playing inside

Get me to

he got

Downstairs? In his playroom?

the spanking horse? Saint

pussy is going into

page after another, I consider

like? What would he want

And Michael?

my current… I glance

Working back through the menus, I locate the

laced at the back to allow for an expanding,

colour is perfect. Green always

clear. A quick tap on the ‘Buy’ button and a

in her cot, eyes closed, blowing bubbles

my Master wishes to remove the corset - a wrap-around skirt in some sheer silky fabric, with just a pair of buttons to hold it in place. I hesitate over the shoes: spiked heels, in a deep

Our first post-pregnancy

the Three

and Beth

out of her chair now without help.

her husband fuck

suck him

I

Totally worth it…

I hit Pay

Should I tell him?

Course I should…

back to my Master’s original email, I click reply: Look what I

He’ll like that.

my seat.

change into

Cara burbles, burps, then starts to

Probably needs burping…

myself smiling as I reach

Any excuse…

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