By Ms. LA Fussy
If you’re
anything like me, then you’re pretty good at being a bitch, and pretty
good at being bossy. Tie that in with a taste for a spicy sex life and
you too can be a closet dominatrix. I wish I had the courage to do it
for a living, but the great money just doesn’t seem worth stepping on
some hairy old pervert’s saggy balls.
Enter the baby fetish. It only happened once, but boy did it leave an indelible mark and make for years of stories! My then boyfriend, now husband and I were enjoying a fantastic sex life even though we were 2 hours apart and I lived with my mom. It really started out innocently enough when I grabbed his long, corkscrew hair into pigtails and exclaimed "You look like a Kathy!" He was so darn cute in those pigtails I wanted to squeeze the poo right out of him! I smeared lipstick all over his mouth airline-style and paraded him in front of my mom. (She goes along with anything) and we all laughed hysterically.
The
ideas rolled in: he was so cute, I wanted control of this huge hairy
baby. I arranged for my mom to be out for the night and headed for the
baby section at the grocery store. First, I picked up some Jell-o
chocolate pudding and butterscotch topping, then gathered baby wipes, a
Mickey Mouse bib with crumb-catcher, pacifier, adult diapers and Baby
Kathy’s personalized baby bottle.
I had already mentally morphed my man into some twisted, sexy, half man-half girl adult baby—now it was time to play. Imagine his excitement when I ordered him to strip and I tied him to the bed in a candlelit love lair! Dressed in pigtails, a diaper and one lacy bobby sock for that extra touch, I shoved the "passey" in his mouth and promised I’d be back soon. (Enter third person speak) Oops!
"Mommy" squirted Baby Kathy’s erect nipples with juice (because we all
know babies love juice) and had to suck it off! Oops! Baby Kathy made
chocolate pudding poop (with the help of Mommy’s hand) all in her dipey
and it was so messy it had to be licked out of everywhere. Everywhere!
Boy were Kathy’s legs heavy when Mommy had to lift them to wipe her
clean. Mommy wanted to finish cleaning the poop off baby’s teeter with
her mouth, but things were just getting too silly and she was starting
to pee on herself from laughing so much. What was so funny about a
dipey change, Mommy?
I’ll tell you why. It was funny because it was SICK! But only if you look at it the wrong way—otherwise it was a twisted fantasy between two adults in the privacy of home. Really kinky, somewhat erotic playing dress-up gone haywire. Can I get arrested for writing this? I don’t know why we haven’t played it since. Maybe because 7 years down the road I’m dominating in many other ways.
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