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…

are still

at my

And likely to remain

chuckle to myself. I’m getting

onto the other

sending me this. But

He’s a Dom. He’s always going to

Get me to choose my own

he got

Downstairs? In his playroom?

spanking horse?

is going into

after another, I consider the

What would he want

And Michael?

make the most of my current… I glance down at my hugely

Working back through the menus, I locate the corset in

can see why he picked it out. Hooked to 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 firmly

is perfect. Green always looks good on

are clear. A quick tap on the ‘Buy’ button and a ‘1’ appears by the

later, Cara is lying in her cot, eyes closed, blowing bubbles as she sleeps. And my cart contains rather more than just

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

through the possibilities… Our first post-pregnancy

the Three of

Richard and Beth

all but at term now and can barely get out

her husband

suck him

I’m spending, I gulp

Totally worth it…

I hit Pay

Should I tell him?

Course I should…

my Master’s original email, I click

He’ll like that.

in my

to change into

are interrupted as Cara burbles,

Probably needs burping…

despite myself, I find myself smiling as I reach to pick

Any excuse…

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