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 huge

down at my contentedly nursing

to remain so for the foreseeable

myself. I’m getting warm inside… Wet,

I set Cara onto the other breast and resume my

clever idea of my Master’s, sending me this. But then,

he does. He’s a Dom. He’s always going to start by playing inside my head, working on my sense

to choose my own

he got

Downstairs? In his playroom?

the spanking horse? Saint

pussy is

through one page after another, I consider

would he like? What would he want me to

And Michael?

current… I glance down at my

the menus, I locate the corset in the image from the

the front, heavily boned to pinch in the waist. Nonetheless, it’s laced at the back to allow for an expanding, or shrinking, figure. The cups are

the colour is perfect. Green

are clear. A quick tap on

eyes closed, blowing bubbles as she sleeps. And my cart contains rather more than just

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 jade to match the corset. Utterly impractical for everyday wear,

mind whirls through the possibilities… Our first post-pregnancy session in my

the Three

and

get out of her chair now without help.

her husband fuck

me suck

up what I’m spending, I gulp a little

Totally worth it…

I hit

Should I tell him?

Course I should…

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

He’ll like that.

shift in my

to change into

interrupted as Cara burbles, burps, then

Probably needs burping…

find myself smiling

Any excuse…

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