I know some people really get creeped out by ‘mommy’ and  ‘daddy’ in role playing. Does it help knowing that most people who do like it are so not thinking about their own parental units?

No? Well, you might want to skip this post.  ♀ isn’t ‘mommy’ all the time, but it is a very common scenario for us. It’s an easy way to express the D/s dynamic and ’mommy’s little baby’ feels like a natural extension of cross-dressing/panty-boy/sissy.

♀ & I were in bed basking in the glow of our love (lame cliches & no sex…even the mommy lovers are heading for the exits). We were cuddling, our limbs intertwined, bodily fluids still dripped, adding to the warm wet spot. The TV was the only light in our room. King Kong 2005 was on. (Very cool special effects, but nobody does damsel in distress like Fay Wray) I felt satisfied and relaxed and I wasn’t fighting the urge to have a 20 minute snooze when ♀ pinched my nipple. Hard.

I jerked awake and she pinched me again. This time on my ass and I realized we were entangled in such a way that she had me pinned. She still out-weighs me, though not for much longer and she’s very strong and I could not break free. She pinched my ass. She scratched my back. She tickled me. Dear gawd she tickled me; my inner thighs and arm pits. She dug her thumb under my hip bone. She bit me; my ear lobe, neck and shoulders. She was merciless, it was torture, it was brilliant.

I struggled, but to no avail. I shrieked and screamed and as her assault continued my voice got higher and higher. At some point in my wild thrashing about, my elbow connected with her breast. It’s not like I did it on purpose, but she was pissed. She told me to roll over and she sat on the back of my legs. She gave me the hardest, longest hand-to-ass spanking I have ever had in my life. Then the pinching and tickling and scratching and biting started again. Everywhere was fair game…including leaning back to get my feet. If I tried to twist around she slapped my face. I started going hoarse from screaming, my muscles ached from struggling, my ribs hurt from laughing, my skin felt like it was on fire.

I have no idea how long it lasted. It felt like forever, but I’m guessing 20-30 minutes. Eventually I managed to slither out from underneath her and crash landed on the floor. I lay there panting and exhausted.

“Have you had enough, baby?”

She told me to get back in bed and that she wouldn’t hurt me anymore, but still I jumped every time she moved. She was laying on her side and motioned for me to cuddle into her. Once I was settled, she lifted a breast towards my mouth.

“You can nurse baby as long as you promise not to get excited. Do you think you can do that?”

She’s let me masturbate while nursing before, but I agreed to control myself and I took the nipple she offered into my mouth. She gently stroked my head and back while I suckled and she started talking…more to herself I think, then to me. She talked about how much she enjoyed completely dominating me, but perhaps she should look into a more effective way to restrain me. She really didn’t like the elbow to her tit. She talked about how much her hand hurt after the spanking and maybe she should find something else to do that with. She said that now there’s no doubt about my status as a sissy; only a sissy could get beat up by a girl. She said I even sounded like a sissy when I was screaming, but children and neighbours might find it a little disturbing so next time she might need to gag me with something.

While I was laying in her arms like that I felt so incredibly…I’m really struggling to find the words…I felt so submissive to ♀…like I’m fulfilling my destiny by being dominated by her. I felt so right…so complete. Like my purpose in life is to give myself to her completely…unconditionally. I felt more like a sissy then I have ever felt before and for that brief moment all was how it should be.

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