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 gaze. But she's not finished with me, of course. "Aww, so cute! Now, I can't have my little sissy baby...
2020-08-07 23:00:02 +0000 UTC
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Hey 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 basic outlines. Which of these four would you like to see next?
2020-08-06 13:15:36 +0000 UTC
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“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 the two lenses before her and into the dark depths of the machine. God, this was so boring. Why cou...
2020-08-04 23:01:00 +0000 UTC
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There 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 Allison Meriweather, so lately the pride and terror of the New York fashion scene. And what is she no...
2020-08-02 23:00:02 +0000 UTC
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With 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 padding surrounding my thickly powdered ass. Yeah. Those bottles from breakfast are starting to flow ...
2020-07-31 22:00:03 +0000 UTC
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"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 Caregiver, my Dom. But when none of those terms will even begin to make sense to your vanilla friend, what ...
2020-07-28 23:00:01 +0000 UTC
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Thanks 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 ungodly swerves and brakes the contraption made. But even after four whole years, there were always t...
2020-07-26 23:01:00 +0000 UTC
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Oh, 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-weight padding - at feeling the cool air hit my reddening skin - at being lapped once more in layer u...
2020-07-24 22:00:02 +0000 UTC
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Crap. 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 very romantic - but then again, neither is a UTI. Hence the multiple cups of water I always guzzle ...
2020-07-21 23:00:01 +0000 UTC
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Bleep, 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 name of everything holy is my alarm going off at this hour?
It comes to me in fragments - ...
2020-07-19 23:00:03 +0000 UTC
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Ding.
"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, and decide against the sitting. The less time I spend immersed directly in my own urine, the better......
2020-07-17 20:59:58 +0000 UTC
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“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 well. I’m suspended from the ceiling of this great big play area, and as my chubby, now-hairless ...
2020-07-14 23:01:00 +0000 UTC
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Here'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 to tease him that he looks every bit of forty. Not that it matters, of course. It's just that people ...
2020-07-12 22:00:02 +0000 UTC
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A 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 all that is being asked of me today is one simple task.
I must write.
My glance drifts ...
2020-07-10 23:01:01 +0000 UTC
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“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 myself cruel, of course - no one really likes to think of themselves that way. But that helpless expressi...
2020-07-08 22:00:03 +0000 UTC
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Darkness. 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. And what's worse, none of these people looks remotely like an artist to me, let alone a model. The "d...
2020-07-05 23:00:01 +0000 UTC
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"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..."
The couple made a sweet sight, wrestling companionably with the dead bird in preparation for their ...
2020-07-03 23:00:03 +0000 UTC
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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 take a look at the ideas below and vote for as many as you'd like to see added. I can't guarantee to...
2020-07-02 14:09:10 +0000 UTC
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Hi 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, yeah. She was looking hot as fuck tonight, and she wasn't about to let all that sex appeal go t...
2020-07-01 12:01:01 +0000 UTC
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She'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 make me wonder why she even signed the contract. Didn't she used to be a super-smart CEO or somethin...
2020-06-28 21:00:03 +0000 UTC
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There'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 the list on my phone and realize that I'm pretty much finished. Just some milk and sausages and mayb...
2020-06-26 23:01:01 +0000 UTC
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Terri 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 red-eye from New York was never a fun one - not with having to drop those three entire time zones. B...
2020-06-21 23:00:02 +0000 UTC
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I 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 dream of suggesting the things she did that day. But that's okay. I heard her out, and chuckled with h...
2020-06-19 22:40:17 +0000 UTC
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Allison 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 moment," she rapped out, glaring at the door as if to skewer the hapless assistant at the desk outs...
2020-06-14 02:02:08 +0000 UTC
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Here'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 in the direction of the toilets, her brunette bob darting and weaving nervously through the milling ...
2020-06-14 01:37:04 +0000 UTC
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