Free Mistress Mommy by Carolyn Faulkner, Abby Collier

fluffy diapers and soakers beneath her, but didn’t immediately velcro them together. Instead, she squeezed a little lubricant onto the fingers of Alicia’s right hand and said, “Pleasure yourself, baby girl. Make yourself come for Mommy.”
    Margot could hear Alicia’s quickly indrawn breath, and knew she’d hit a sensitive spot. She saw that hand begin to reach slowly down to where her legs were already forcibly, widely spread. They encountered bits of the diaper at first, which was good; it reminded her of who and what she was, and what her place was, and then she found herself and began to rub.
    Margo was inches away from her. Alicia could probably feel her breath on her clit as she watched what she did to herself. She reached up, past those nimble fingers, and pulled the romper up further, exposing Alicia’s bare breasts. Margot had found that most adult little girls liked for their breasts to be, if not fondled, then at least exposed when they were being pleasured. It added something. She’d never been able to pin down exactly what, but it was pretty universal, in her experience.
    Then she reached down and firmly tapped at the plug in Alicia’s bottom, causing her to yelp against the pacifier in her mouth, but she knew she liked it. She knew she liked it even more when she began to remove it and fuck her with it. And not gently at all. Margot could plainly see how much faster the fingers on that clit were moving once she started to do that. It was something she’d file away in her mind for future reference. Baby Alicia was definitely anally oriented. She wouldn’t be able to get away with demurring from it any longer, not that she would in the first place, but Margot generally went slow with newbies on that front.
    But no longer with Alicia. She might not have liked those suppositories, but she definitely liked those suppositories. And there were a lot more things like that were those came from. Definitely.
    “Don’t forget to ask me, baby. You have to ask Mommy if you can come.”
    The pacifier popped out of her mouth in record time. “Please, Mommy, may I come?”
    “Not quite yet, baby. Not quite yet.”
    Alicia was beside herself. She didn’t even know if she could not come. She’d never had to deny herself before. She began to frantically recite multiplication tables in her head. Run Algebraic equations. Recite Shakespeare. Anything to get her mind off of what her fingers – and what that awful butt plug, in Mommy’s sinister hands – were doing to her aching, reaching, craving body.
    “You better put that pacifier back in your mouth, Alicia Marie, until you ask again, or I’m going to take the cane to your already beaten butt. Do you need to feel the cane on that welted bottom of yours? Is that what you need Mommy to do for you?”
    Her hands left her kitty immediately and grabbed for the pacifier. She didn’t even answer her Mommy, in favor of pressing it into place. Her answer was a deep keening, a prayerful keening that let Mommy know, in absolutely no uncertain terms, that she definitely did not need to feel the cane on her already torn up cheeks. 
    “Stroke yourself, Alicia,” Mommy chided. “Just because I told you you can’t come doesn’t mean you can’t pleasure yourself.”
    Alicia didn’t know how she could possibly manage to do the two at the same time and yet not end up having an orgasm, but she knew she had to try, and she did manage to do it. Soon, it began absolutely inevitable, and she dared to shed her pacifier and beg again.
    “Please, Mommy, please, may I come?”
    There was the longest silence Alicia had ever endured in her life before her Mommy said slowly, “Yes, Alicia, you may.”
    It was that that the pumping of that plug into and out of her began in earnest. She couldn’t avoid it, and Mommy wouldn’t let up, even when she screamed with her ecstasy, she continued and drove her to a second and third peak easily, forcing