Sliding my hands over her smooth, slender thighs, I leverage myself up to press harder against her clit, swirling my tongue around the swollen bud as Catharina’s moans spur me on.
“Fuck, baby. Just like that.” Hips swiveling, she grinds her pussy against my tongue, as promised, and the taste of her fills my mouth. My own pussy spasms in response, desperate for release. But I promised her I wouldn’t touch myself, so I tighten my grip on her thighs to keep my hands from sliding down to my pussy as I focus on her pleasure.
There’s nothing tentative about what I’m doing to her now. Sliding my tongue inside her, deep into her delicious cunt, pulling her clit between my lips and sucking hard.
“Fuck!” Her movements turn frantic on top of me, and then she is actually fucking my face, and my head swims from the lack of oxygen as she rides me with abandon.
Until, at last, she goes stiff, her guttural cry echoing around us, muffled by her thighs clenching my cheeks.
And then she sighs so softly, so tenderly it almost sounds like love, and she shimmies off me to stretch out on the table. The sounds of the cafe come roaring back, and I know I should be embarrassed that I just pissed in my diaper and let this gorgeous woman fuck my face in such a public place.
But I’m not. Looking up into my Mommy’s eyes, I know that I would let her do whatever she wants to me, wherever she wants, if she would just keep smiling at me like that.
Chapter Thirteen
Alexis
After Mommy changes my diaper and wipes my face clean, we head over to the Cozy Cradle Spa. Mommy still won’t tell me exactly what we’re doing here, but a spa day sounds lovely after the exhausting morning I’ve had.
We’re greeted at the front door by a tall, thin woman, and all those lifelong insecurities kick in, reaching up to wrap their slimy fingers around my throat. Threatening to strangle me with all the ways I’m not good enough, not thin enough, not pretty enough.
Not enough, not enough, not enough.
But then Mommy squeezes my hand and smiles at me, and the fingers recede, their power stripped by a simple curve of her lips.
Hand in hand, we follow the woman back to a room that looks like a fancier version of Doctor D’s office. There’s a table, just like in his exam room, but the lights are dim with fragrant candles lit on multiple tables. A small waterfall fills a pond inone corner of the room, the sound of running water immediately calming the last of my nerves.
“All right, little one. Let’s get your diaper off for Luna.”
Again those slimy fingers grip my throat. “Why?”
“Well, she can’t wax that pretty pussy of yours with the diaperon, silly girl.”
“I don’t wanna be waxed. It hurts.” I know, because I’ve been faithfully getting my unibrow waxed and plucked into submission ever since my mother pointed it out to me in eighth grade. And if it hurts that much just to get youreyebrowswaxed…
A shiver passes through me, earning me a shockingly sympathetic look from Mommy. “It won’t hurt for long, baby. And Mommy will kiss it and make it all better once the swelling goes down.”
“Will you still kiss it if I don’t get it waxed?”
Chuckling quietly, Mommy slides a hand into my hair. There’s a shock of pain as she pulls my head back, forcing me to look up at her. “It’s so cute that you think this is a negotiation. Let me tell you how this is going to go, little one.”
More pain, that my pussy somehow confuses with pleasure, my clit throbbing even as a whimper slips past my lips.
“You are going to get up on that table. Mommy is going to take your diaper off. When Luna comes in, I will strap you down so Luna can remove every last bit of hair from that gorgeous little pussy of yours.Ifyou do all this without fighting me, I will, indeed, eat your pussy until you cream all over my face.”
“However,” she continues, pulling my head back even further, “if you fight me, if you refuse, I will still tie you down to this table. And then I will ask Luna for a nice thick strap so I can whip your bottom and your thighs until you are sobbing and begging and promising to be a good girl forever and ever. After which, Luna will wax your pussy and your bottom hole, which Ipromise will hurt much, much worse with your bottom covered in welts. So tell me, little one, which way would you prefer to do this? Because either way, I get to hurt you, and I do so enjoy the way you cry for me, baby.”
There is some not-so-small, incredibly fucked-up part of me that wants to test her. That wants to see exactly how far she’s willing to go, how badly she’s willing to hurt me to get what she wants.
Luckily for me, the more logical side wins out in the end. “I’ll be good, Mommy.”
Her eyes light at my response, clearly pleased that I’ve agreed to behave myself. “That’s my sweet girl. Let’s get you up on the table.”
Resigned to yet another person seeing my naked body, I let her help me up onto the table, where she does indeed strap me down once more before stripping the diaper from me. I stare up at the ceiling as tears of humiliation fill my eyes.
“Oh, my sweet baby. What’s this? What’s wrong, little one? Are you scared?”
I can almost,almostbelieve she actually cares when her fingers gently brush at my tears. “No. A little, but… it’s nothing.”
