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

at my

remain so for the foreseeable

I’m getting warm inside… Wet, in

the other breast

me this. But then, he always did know me

he does. He’s a Dom. He’s always going to start by playing inside my

to choose

got

Downstairs? In his playroom?

spanking horse?

is going into

through one page after another,

like? What would he want me

And Michael?

I

the menus, I locate the corset in

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 supportive for the ‘fuller figure’ but could be tucked down nicely to expose

the colour is perfect. Green always

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

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

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

through the possibilities… Our

Three of

Richard and Beth

barely get out of her chair now

husband fuck

suck him

I’m spending, I gulp

Totally worth it…

hit Pay

Should I tell him?

Course I should…

email, I click

He’ll like that.

my seat. I’m really very

to change

thoughts are interrupted as Cara

Probably needs burping…

myself smiling as I reach

Any excuse…

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