A click of heels. A smooth rustle of fabric. And there she is, towering over me as I squat here in my pastel prison. "You're being such a good baby for me this morning, aren't you?" Erica coos, her fingers twining through my lengthening hair. "You've been working so hard, typing all those big words for Mommy..."
I nod mutely, gazing up at her momentarily before blushing and dropping my ga...
2020-08-07 23:00:02 +0000 UTC View PostHey there, folks!
So I hope you've been enjoying the bi-weekly installments of "Work It, Baby," which will probably be wrapping up after about four more chapters. Since I'm always trying to look down the road and plan out future stories for y'all, I'm hoping you can give me a bit of input on what you'd like to see next!
I've got vague plans for multi-part series with the following b...
2020-08-06 13:15:36 +0000 UTC View Post“Now lean forward for me, miss, and take a look through this little machine for me. Good? You’re feeling comfortable?”
Sherry nodded - or tried to. It was difficult to nod when your chin and forehead were strapped firmly against the cool pads of the ophthalmologist’s crazy-looking eye-checking apparatus. “All good,” she mumbled as best she could, staring aimlessly through...
2020-08-04 23:01:00 +0000 UTC View PostThere are certain perks to being the director - the head honcho - the one in charge.
You don't have to worry about dealing with intractable employees, for one thing. I simply get to sit here eyeing the monitor before me in amusement, watching as the nursery cam reveals our newest model in the throes of what appears to be nothing other than a full-blown temper tantrum. There she is: Miss A...
2020-08-02 23:00:02 +0000 UTC View PostWith an infantile crinkle and rustle of plastic, I roll heavily onto my back. Whew. Just one little change of position can make a world of difference, can't it? I hadn't realized just how long I've been lying here on my tummy, typing painstakingly away on my story for Mommy...
I feel a warm flood of urine blossom between my legs and trickle over my balls, only to vanish into the thirsty p...
2020-07-31 22:00:03 +0000 UTC View Post"So, who's this Scott guy, anyway?"
Trevor's question was simple enough - or it should have been. But somehow with me, everything ends up being far more sticky and complicated than one might think, doesn't it? "Umm, well, he's a nice guy," I faltered, tracing a ring of moisture on the table top with my sweating, ice-cold beer. "A really nice guy..."
He's my Daddy, my Big, my Caregiv...
2020-07-28 23:00:01 +0000 UTC View PostThanks to Liam, one of our Gold-Tier patrons, for suggesting this general MD/lb theme this month!
Uh, oh. This wasn't good.
Pete grimaced involuntarily as the metro, with a ear-wrenching shriek, lurched clumsily around another curve. He'd have thought by now that he would have gotten at least passable at subway-surfing - standing there with legs braced, ready for whatever u...
2020-07-26 23:01:00 +0000 UTC View PostOh, I wish I could say that this is better.
Erica - I mean, Mommy - was pleased as punch with that last chapter. God, I was so relieved to see her stride into this room she has transformed into my nursery. Even though I knew that in all likelihood she had far more devious plans up her sleeve, I didn't truly care. The relief at watching her hands undo the locks that secure me in my night-w...
2020-07-24 22:00:02 +0000 UTC View PostCrap. What to do now?
I stare up at the ceiling in the darkness, listening passively to Jordan’s gentle breathing beside me. Lucky him, falling asleep so soundly like that. I guess it’s normal for a guy to pass out after such a sexy romp - though like usual he was nice enough to wait up while I took care of flushing things out afterwards with a good pee. Sure, it may not seem...
2020-07-21 23:00:01 +0000 UTC View PostBleep, bleep, bleep, bleep, bleep, blee-
I slam my hand onto the snooze button, my drowsy brain wondering vaguely who the hell has decided to back their garbage truck down our street in the middle of the night. No, wait... I rub the sleep from my bleary eyes and blink groggily at the LCD glaring silently at me from the dresser. It reads 5:15.
Fuck. Why in the n...
2020-07-19 23:00:03 +0000 UTC View PostDing.
"Baby, that's so good! Eight hundred words already. You're going to have such a nice long story for me, aren't you?"
I sigh and wriggle my straining shoulders, wondering absently if it's better to sit up on my sodden diapers to type or whether I'd better just stay down here on my belly. I feel the familiar heat and itch of an impending rash spreading across my ass, an...
2020-07-17 20:59:58 +0000 UTC View Post
“Aww, such a sweet little baby!” “She’s only gotten cuter since last time, Monica…” “How do you ever do it? My little is always so bratty.” “Wow, she’s so freakin’ adorable!”
I smile absently, only half-listening to the high, feminine voices of my aunties swirling around me. Mommy has put me, safe and sound, in my bouncer, and all is...
2020-07-14 23:01:00 +0000 UTC View PostHere's a little commission, specially written for our lovely Gold-Tier patron Samantha!
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No, of course I shouldn't have worn it! It's my own freaking birthday, after all, and that means I get to do what I want. What kind of surprise was that, anyway?
Josh is quite a guy, I gotta admit. He's so large and strong, and with that bushy red beard of his I like t...
2020-07-12 22:00:02 +0000 UTC View PostA Sissy's Progress, or, How to Train Your Cheating Ass of a Husband - Chapter One
The early morning light, stained pink by the lacy curtains, filters down over my prone form. I heave a sigh and stare blankly up at the ceiling, allowing my mind to wander like a stray leaf in the wind. I should be happy, really. I'm warm, and lapped in softness. I'm home, and cared for, and...
2020-07-10 23:01:01 +0000 UTC View Post“Shh, sweetie, what’s wrong? What’s going on in here, baby? Mommy heard you squirming all around in your beddie-bye all the way from her room! Is something bothering her little baby?”
Oh, that look my little one gives me as he stares up at me with that potent mingling of guilt, humiliation, and abject desperation written all over his flushed face. I don’t consider mysel...
2020-07-08 22:00:03 +0000 UTC View PostDarkness. Confinement. Claustrophobia closing in.
And in the blackness, the inane tinkle of a music box lullaby, repeating itself for the two hundred and seventeenth time.
The bastards have trapped me in here - those good-for-nothing, gloating whores who blackmailed me and dragged me all the way out here. It's all apparently for their own perverted amusement, from what I can tell. A...
2020-07-05 23:00:01 +0000 UTC View Post"Damn, this sure is lousy weather for a Thanksgiving eve, isn't it?"
Erin cast a quick glance out the window before returning her attention to the kitchen. "Sure is," she agreed absently, her fingers tugging fruitlessly at the wire around the turkey's raw, glistening drumsticks. "Hey, honey, can you maybe figure this out? It's gotta come off so I can rinse the thing out properly..."
Hey everyone!
Thanks so much for your support in my first month here on Patreon. It really means a lot to see folks enthusiastic and engaged with my content, and I hope to keep on providing it for you. :-)
I've been thinking of a number of ways in which I could make this Patreon even more fun and accessible, and would like to know what y'all think of them. If you don't mind, please ...
2020-07-02 14:09:10 +0000 UTC View PostHi everyone! This is a commission written specially this month for Samantha, one of our Gold Tier patrons. Hope you all enjoy!
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"Hey there, big boy. Whatcha got cooking tonight? Anything I can... help with?"
Alesha simpered at her naked reflection in the mirror, relishing the way the fading evening light fell on her curves and accentuated them perfectly. Oh, ...
2020-07-01 12:01:01 +0000 UTC View PostShe's a feisty one, this new model. I'm not quite sure what the director sees in her, but who am I to object? I'm just the photo boy, the shutterbug, the professional perv who gets paid to snap pictures of pretty young women in all sorts of compromising situations. And if they want to sign on someone as foul-mouthed and resistant as this, well, that's none of my business. Though it really does ...
2020-06-28 21:00:03 +0000 UTC View PostThere's something so darn satisfying about grocery shopping, isn't there? Especially when you're in charge of your own little household, making all those necessary decisions about what you'll be cooking and serving and eating for the next week. Of course Sean gets to help decide too - but with my work schedule right now, it really does make sense for me to do the buying.
I glance down at ...
2020-06-26 23:01:01 +0000 UTC View PostTerri Ferguson hummed a little ditty to herself as she sipped at her morning coffee. Damn, she had forgotten just how delicious a piping-hot cuppa joe could be in the morning - just the way she liked it, too, with two lovely packets of sugar. She could feel the liquid life flowing into her, perking her up like water on a drooping houseplant. Yes, this was good. This was great, even.
That ...
2020-06-21 23:00:02 +0000 UTC View PostI love Erin to death, honestly. There's no one I know who's smarter and sweeter and kinder than her. And so, even when she has those odd little moments now and again, I don't mind - honestly. It's all part of the deal called love.
Take that chat we had a few days ago, on the way back from picking apples. I mean, I don't know any other sensible, self-possessed young woman who would even dr...
2020-06-19 22:40:17 +0000 UTC View PostAllison Meriweather, fashionista extraordinaire, award-winning designer, modeling agent, and head of one of the most prestigious fashion magazines in the world, was livid. Her non-dairy matcha latte was cold. Again.
Heels clicked as she strode angrily to her mahogany desk and rammed her elegantly manicured fingertip into the intercom button. "Terri, you absolute imbecile! Get in here this...
2020-06-14 02:02:08 +0000 UTC View PostHere's the initial installment of a little story about a young couple and their first foray into hypnosis, I hope you like it!
"Sorry, honey, I'll be right out! Just a few minutes, okay?"
Of course it was okay, Sean consoled her. No worries! He'd be right out here waiting 'til she got back... And so he watched in mingled amusement and fondness as his wife retreated hastily ...
2020-06-14 01:37:04 +0000 UTC View Post