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

glance down at my contentedly

remain so for

I’m getting warm

Cara onto the other breast and

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

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

to

he got

Downstairs? In his playroom?

spanking horse? Saint Andrew’s

is going

page after

would he like? What would he

And Michael?

of my current… I glance down at my hugely expanded

the menus, I locate the corset in the image

the back to allow for an expanding, or shrinking, figure. The cups are

the colour is perfect. Green always

clear. A quick

Cara is lying in her cot, eyes closed, blowing bubbles as she sleeps. And my

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 jade to match the corset. Utterly impractical for

Our first post-pregnancy session in

Three of

Richard and Beth

at term now and can barely get out of her chair

husband fuck

suck

what I’m spending, I gulp a little

Totally worth it…

hit

Should I tell him?

Course I should…

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

He’ll like that.

shift in my seat. I’m

to change into fresh

are interrupted as Cara burbles, burps, then starts to

Probably needs burping…

myself smiling as

Any excuse…

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