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

down at my contentedly nursing

And likely to remain so

getting warm inside…

onto the other breast and resume my

a clever idea of my Master’s, sending me this. But then, he always did know me better than I

He’s always going to start by playing inside

me to choose my

he got in

Downstairs? In his playroom?

spanking horse? Saint

is going

one page after another, I

like? What would he

And Michael?

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

hits me. Working back through the menus, I locate the corset in the image

beauty, and I 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

the colour is perfect. Green always looks good

A quick tap on

blowing bubbles as she sleeps. And my

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 jade to match the

the possibilities… Our first post-pregnancy session

Three of

and

get out of

her husband fuck

suck him

what I’m spending, I gulp a

Totally worth it…

I hit Pay

Should I tell him?

Course I should…

original email, I click reply: Look

He’ll like that.

I shift in my

change into

as Cara burbles, burps, then starts

Probably needs burping…

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

Any excuse…

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