Baby Talk

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By me, the normal plastic panties and romper to sleep in...so instead of BDF, BFD. 😉  

That is what I need with my trust issues I developed from my ex

never been able to keep my bed dry

WARNING: This chapter is a bit darker, some may not enjoy it. But don't worry, it's the only chapter that explores this. Chapter 27 God I love Denver It was barely getting light when I felt something between my legs. It was Mommy’s hand. I rolled onto my back as her hand rubbed a couple of times. My pacifier was still in my mouth as I whispered, “wha… mummsy..” In answer, her hand slipped up to the waist of my diaper and then pushed down the front of my diaper as her lips nibbled my ear and whispered, “Shh, Mommy just needs her little boy to lay still.” I purred a little as her fingers pulled my rapidly hardening cock free. Mommy said she’d help with mister peepee… I felt her leg swing over my hips and soon she was sitting on my thighs. In the dim morning light, I watched as she crossed her arms in front of her and lifted off her nightgown. I suddenly felt my pacifier bumping against my lips. The sight of her naked breasts had me sucking instinctively. Then she rose slightly on her knees, and I felt her fingers grip my cock as she whispered, “Let’s just make sure this doesn’t get cold…” As she said that, she lowered herself, her fingers guiding my cock inside her. I know some women hate the word, but she was moist. As she sat lower, my cock slid inside her easily. As I watched her face, she closed her eyes and wiggled her hips slightly, making sure I was fully inside her. Both of her hands rose to her chest and cupped her breasts as I stared. My cock wanted more and my hips lifted a little. She smiled down at me and said quietly, “Does my little boy like what you see? You like looking at Mommy’s tits don’t you.” Her hips rocked a little, which only made my own hips more desperate. I nodded and sucked harder on my pacifier. I watched as her fingers played with her own nipples, gently pulling them as they became erect. She spoke in that caring, yet a little bit teasing voice, “Of course you do… BABY loves to suckle… BABY sucks his paci when he can’t have these…” My hips were bucking upward as my hands reached up to grip those perfect globes. But her hands let go of her breasts and met mine, gripping my wrists as she fell forward towards me. She pinned my wrists near my ears as she hung over me. I felt her hips moving more freely, she paused and slowly, agonizingly, she lifted until my cock was out. She said mockingly, “Aw… it came out…. Tsk tsk.” As she held my wrists she leaned forward, one of her nipples coming closer and bumping against my pacifier as she asked, “Does that mean baby wants to suckle? Baby would rather suck… than fuck???” My hips lifted, trying to thrust back inside of her even though I knew her hips weren’t even close. I opened my mouth to let my pacifier fall away as I begged in a whisper, “Please Mommy… Please? Put it back inside… “ She gave me an evil grin and cooed, “Aww… no titties then? I thought you liked sucking my boobs. You want your pacifier instead?” I felt her hips lower against me, gently mashing against my cock as it twitched helplessly. I whimpered, “I… I want inside you… Please?” She bumped her hips again and then lifted them as she told me what I had to do, “Then ask for your paci baby… Tell me how little babies want a pacifier to suck.” I could see a little better as it grew lighter, those eyes glistening as I whined, “I … I want my paci Mommy… Baby wants to suck my pacifier so I can fuck you.” Her one hand let go of my wrist as she picked it up and pushed it in my mouth. Then her hand reached down between us as she said, “Good Boy…. Now keep that in your mouth and Mommy will help you fuck her.” And with that, her fingers gripped my desperate cock and guided it as she lowered herself onto me again. But this time she laid her whole body down onto me. Her breasts pressed against me as I felt her hips starting to ride up and down. Her hands slid under my shoulders and I felt her pussy sliding up and down my shaft. My own hips moved in rhythm with hers as she took control of the situation. With my hands free, I reached around to hold her. In order to get as deep as possible, my hands gripped her ass and I started thrusting upward. The only sounds were my sucking and the quiet slapping as our hips bounced against each other. In my ear I heard, “Good boy… harder… that’s what Mommy likes…yes… YES….” I felt her pussy start to grip and spasm. I popped out once as we picked up the pace; but her hand instantly had me back inside. I felt myself getting close and clenched to hold on as long as I could. When I finally exploded, I felt her hips slam down onto me as she shivered and gasped into my ear. I had to spit out my pacifier as I gasped for breath. Her body suddenly felt heavy on top of me. But she didn’t move for a moment, until I moved my hand and gently pushed her shoulder a little. She lifted up on her elbow and squirmed her hip a little, as if trying to keep my softening cock inside for a moment longer. She grinned at me in the morning light. Then a quick peck on my cheek as she rolled to one side. Her hand reached and tugged my diaper up again, covering my wet cock. She patted it softly and said, “You just relax sweetie, I need to pee.” I closed my eyes as the bed jiggled from her climbing off. My hand just reached down and felt the front of my diaper, my cock happy and shrinking. After a few moments, I heard the toilet, followed by the shower turning on. She’s going to shower, I’ll just relax and wait here… … Of course, I fell back to sleep and never heard her come out of the shower and get dressed. It was full daylight when she gently woke me, “Good morning sweetheart. Would you like some coffee and a Danish?” I rubbed my eyes and squirmed to sit up. I felt something and my hand confirmed it; the crotch of my diaper was swollen and soggy. After sex, she had gone off to pee and shower, and I fell back to sleep and wet my diaper. She was still smiling at me as she spoke again, “It’s almost ten. We can talk a bit while you have some coffee.” And with that she tugged the covers from me and reached for my hand to help me up. As I walked towards the door of the bedroom, her hand gently patted my diapered bottom as she remarked, “Guess you won’t be needing the potty just now.” We sat at the table, a small Danish pastry on a plate in front of me along with a mug of coffee. After a bite, I started by asking, “You’re serious about the 24/7 thing? Diapers all the time?” She shrugged a little and answered, “Think of it as a goal to sort of strive for. We don’t have to, but just something I’ve kind of wanted. I like the idea of having you needing me to take care of that.” Then she sipped her own coffee and added, “Of course if you get a rash or something, we can work through it. Unless of course you start having more accidents.” I blushed a little and got defensive, “What do you mean MORE accidents. I’m not actually a child you know.” She giggled. Then she said, “Not around me, no. But from what I understand, you have a bit of trouble around Beth. Isn’t that true?” I blushed and lowered my head a little. I reached for the Danish to have another bite, stalling. I swallowed and spoke shyly, “I don’t understand it really. But… yeah, she seems to scare the piss right out of me sometimes.” “Weewee dear. You know I prefer you to use childish names for things. Not vulgar adult words,” she said gently. Then she just moved on, adding, “Well I’ve told you she was strict. Maybe you’re just afraid she’s going to paddle you? Or is it maybe because she looks down on little boys and girls, trying to shame you?” I just shrugged my shoulders and said quietly, “Maybe.” She casually reminded me, “Well you can always use a safe word darling. Remember? You say ‘Colorado’ and she’ll slow things down. ‘Denver’ and everything stops cold. Same with me.” I nodded a little and she added, “And if you happen to be on top because I switched, same goes for me. I ever say those words; you better obey them. Or there’ll be hell to pay.” I blinked and realized for once, that yes, it goes both ways. I looked up into her eyes and said, “Yes Mommy. I understand.” She twisted a little in her chair and set down her coffee mug. She changed the subject, “Now, I think you said your lease would be up in a couple months? So, we have a little time to work it out. But I think we can fit your furniture in the garage if we both park in the driveway.” She stared at her coffee mug as she added, “Kind of a shame, we just spent all that money on a second computer platform, and we may not be needing it for very long, once you live here full time. Maybe we can use it for something else?” I hadn’t thought about it, but she’s right. A complete second workstation, just for a few more weeks maybe? While I’m still hopping between my apartment and this place. Then an idea came to me, “Maybe Miss Beth? She has some ideas about growing her… her line of work? It might work for that. We could unload it on her, at a fair discount?” She looked at me and gave me a smile, “That might work. And good for you for remembering it’s ‘Miss Beth’ to you.” She giggled when I felt my face flush a little. Then it occurred to me, I had no idea what Miss Beth’s ‘other plans’ might be. So, I asked, “So… do you have any idea what she’s planning?” Her finger traced around the rim of her mug, “Maybe… But it’s not something I’m really interested in.” I just looked at her, waiting. I figured if she was going to tell me, she will in her own way. I was right, she stopped her finger and kept her eyes focused on her coffee as she spoke, “Tom, she has another interest. It’s a bit… how should I say it? Darker? More… out there?” I waited a moment, letting that sink in. Then I asked, “You mean… kinkier? Like more… domineering?” She looked up at me as she explained, “Remember that night I told you I was a dominant and you thought that was whips and handcuffs and stuff? More like that. And… maybe even beyond that. I think that’s some of her plans.” Beyond that? What could that mean? It kind of makes sense now. Maybe THAT’S why she literally ‘scares the piss out of me’. I reached and took a sip of my own coffee, then all I could think of to say was, in a very quiet voice, “Oh.” Then I blushed as I realized I was wetting my diaper again. Mommy looked at me for a moment, then spoke up, “But I told you before, I’m NOT into that stuff. I’m the mommy type. I expect to be in charge, but not… Not anything that... well… you can imagine.” Actually, I couldn’t really. I mean, we’ve all seen a little of that stuff like on tv or a movie. Some big wooden cross with their victim tied to it. A woman dressed in a black bustier corset with a riding crop. But I don’t think Miss Beth would stop at that. She looked at me and I gulped as I reached for my diaper. No, my cock wasn’t even slightly interested, but my diaper was now soaked. Mommy reached a hand across the table and gently gripped my other hand as she spoke, “Don’t worry, she’s professional about it. You don’t have to be scared. She knows your safe words and will ALWAYS… And I mean that… ALWAYS respect safe words.” I looked at her and squeezed her hand. She gave me a smile and asked, “Do you want me to talk to her? Tell her to forget about our deal? You can just fix her security things and not do her web site stuff?” I relaxed a little bit and thought. Then I said, “No… no it’s okay. I… I just need to stay professional about it. I mean, if some folks are into that stuff… It’s just that I don’t think it’s anything I would…” Then it struck me and I added, “Of course, I didn’t think I would like to wear wet diapers and being a little mama’s boy… and yet, here I am. Mommy? I need my didee changed.” She grinned and stood up, “Of course sweetie. Come along and Mommy will make it all better.” … And she did just that. Then she picked out one of my Polo shirts and some jeans and we relaxed for a while, watching some Sunday morning news show. A little before noon she suggested lunch, and by 12:30 we were in her car driving over to Miss Beth’s. When Miss Beth answered the bell, I looked up and tried to imagine for a moment this smartly dressed lady, looking straight out of a tv family show from who knows when; dressed in a black corset, fishnet stockings and wielding a riding crop. A soft pat on my bottom broke me out of my daydreams. “Tommy? Tommy dear, give me a kiss and I’ll see you at four.” I blinked and gave Mommy a kiss goodbye. Then cautiously stepped past Miss Beth as I went inside. All she said to me was, “Cloak room Tommy.” I sheepishly did as this woman said. And like all the times before, I was soon divested of shoes, cell phone, keys, cash, even pants. I felt a spurt of pee when I heard the key lock the door. Her hand reached for mine and up the stairs we went, all without her saying a word. She stood at the door to the computer room and opened it. She gestured and said, “Let me know if you need anything, I’ll be in my suite, the double doors at the end of the hall.” I glanced down the hall to see the doors she mentioned and then looked into the computer room. I gulped a little and said meekly, “Yes Miss Beth.” As I stepped inside, I heard the door close behind me. Come on Tom… be professional. You’re here to do a job, now do it. Don’t think about… I sat down and the first thing was to open the notes I had made before. Yes, we need to fix these security issues. I kept notes in a file as I did things. I wrote a short explanation about how to open that ‘nanny’s notes’ file with the encryption tool for Miss Beth to use. Then that remote access account. Easiest thing would be to change that password. Then I tackled the other things. … It wasn’t a lot of work, but I consider leaking any client personal information a critical issue. And especially when it’s such… sensitive… information. I looked at the time, 2:20. Barely an hour and twenty minutes. I got up and reached for the door. The double doors were closed, so I gently knocked. I heard Miss Beth’s voice say, “Come in.” I nervously took a step into her ‘inner sanctum’. The room looked feminine, but not overtly. A large king bed, a vanity covered with things, a chest of drawers. A voice from under a large bay window, “Yes?” She was reclining on a daybed of some sort, a laptop in her lap. I stammered a little, “I… I’ve finished the security issues. I wrote it all up in a log entry. How to access the stuff I encrypted for security and disabled that account I had found.” She looked at me for a moment, then at her watch. Then she spoke, “Only an hour and twenty-four minutes? Well, we can just round it up to an hour and a half. I’m sure Carole won’t mind.” Then she frowned a little as I stood by the door. She closed her laptop and stood up. As she walked towards me, she said, “But that leaves me with a problem. She won’t be back for an hour and a half, and I’m too busy to babysit you. And I certainly can’t give you free rein to just run around my house.” I blushed a little and hung my head down, looking at her shoes, high heels of course. Then I said, “I… I can wait in the sitting room. I pr..pr…promise I won’t get into trouble.” She spoke in a quiet tone as she got closer, “I’ve learned NEVER to take a man at his word Tom. Especially one named Tom. Did you know my ex-husband was named Tom?”  Then she snapped her fingers and pointed at the floor, saying in a commanding tone, “Down on your hands and knees Tom. Let’s see just what sort of man you are.” I blushed as I lowered myself. Her shoes were right in front of me as I posed on all fours. One of her feet lifted and came down on my shoulder as she said, “Lean back a bit… poke that diapered ass of yours up in the air… face touching the carpet.” I did as she said, blushing brightly as my cheek felt the texture of the carpet. She took her foot away as she walked a step to the side. She spoke in a casual tone, “Of course, he was an actual MAN Tom. He didn’t go around in frilly panties and diapers like you.” I felt her hand on my diapered bottom, “And he CERTAINLY didn’t piss himself Tom. Tsk, seems every time I see you, you piss yourself.” She squeezed the crotch of my diaper, proving her point as she continued, “He was more of an alpha male than you’ll ever be.” Her hand let go as she walked around me the rest of the way, back to where her shoes were right in front of my face. She continued, “Still… I did have to teach him some humility. Tom? Do you know what a ‘humbler’ is?” “No ma’am… I don’t,” I replied. She stepped around me, so that she was behind me again. I felt her fingers in the waistband of the back of my diaper, pulling it down to my thighs as she started to explain, “A humbler Tom… Is a wonderful device that keeps a man in his place. Get it? It makes a man…. Humble.” I was getting scared. Was she about to fuck me in the ass or something? What could be more humiliating than that? But no, I felt a finger draw a line across the back of my thighs, right where they meet my butt as she continued, “It’s a bar… that goes right across here… With a strap that wraps…” Her hand suddenly gripped my balls, and not very gently as she said loudly, “Around your BALLS!!” She yanked and I yelped! “OW!!!” But her grip didn’t lessen, if anything it started to lift as she said as casually as if she was explaining how to bake a cake, “And I adjust it to PULL on your balls…” As she pulled upward, I found myself trying to lift my ass up to the sky to ease the tension on my nuts. She punctuated her explanation with another yank. My eyes clenched as I felt searing pain as she went on, “When you try to straighten your legs, or even crawl, it PULLS on them. I like to make it nice and TIGHT….” I yelped again but she went on, paying no notice, “To make sure you STAY where I put you, with your face to the FLOOR.” I was gasping. She emphasized her words, yanking higher each time she raised her voice. A cold sweat broke out on my forehead. She kept a tight grip on my nut sack as she went on casually, mentioning, “Once, when my ex-husband displeased me, I kept him in one for a full day. Can you believe it? That was the only time the poor bastard pissed himself.” She tugged again, “But he wasn’t wearing a DIAPER. So afterwards he had to shampoo this very SAME carpet. How about it, Tom? Are you PISSING yourself yet?” Each time she raised her voice, she raised my balls. It felt like any second now I was going to become a eunuch. “AHHH!!! YES!!! I’M PEEING!!! Please Miss Beth… It HURTS!!!” “Oh come now Tom, are you a man or a crybaby? It would only be until Carole comes back…” She didn’t yank again, but her grip didn’t loosen. Then she taunted me, much like that first day, “How can you be sure you don’t like it unless you try it??” “DENVER!!!” “DENVER! MISS BETH!!! PLEASE!!!! DENVER!!!” I heard myself blurting out. Whatever she had in mind, I didn’t want to end up castrated. Her grip lessened, then released my balls completely. I was gasping as I blinked my eyes open in time to see her high heels walking away. I managed to lift up on shaking arms to see her sitting back on the daybed. She simply said, “Very well. You said the red-light word, so we’re done you big CRYBABY!!” Up on all fours again, I reached with one hand between my legs to gently cup my tortured balls. I gasped for a few more breaths before I could say, “I’m sorry… but that… that’s just not for me.” She looked at me for a moment and said, “I understand. I should have known a crybaby like you couldn’t take a little pain. Not like a man would anyway.” Then she waved a hand dismissively, “Go to the playroom, get in the crib and lift up the side to latch yourself in. I’ll bring your mommy to you when she gets here… Crybaby.” I staggered to my feet, still not able to stand up completely straight. My diaper started to slip a little, so I reached and tugged it back into place. As I looked at her, she was typing something on her laptop. It’s clear I was dismissed. She had explained it before. ‘Colorado’ would be a yellow to slow things, but ‘Denver’ was the red light. Everything stops cold. Crybaby. That’s what she called me and that stung. Like some schoolyard insult, being called that. Like I wasn’t a big boy, just a…Crybaby. I turned and gently pulled the door closed behind me. My hand reached and cupped my soggy diaper against my sore balls as I made my way downstairs and across the hall. I did as she said, went to the playroom and climbed into the crib. Latching the railing, I felt, somehow, a little safer. I felt a little like crying, and I wanted a pacifier or something to suckle. But I didn’t dare get back out of the crib to find one. I was pretty sure she couldn’t see, the camera wasn’t connected to her laptop. But still, I just curled up into the fetal position and sucked my thumb for comfort. Appropriate for a baby… God, I had no idea some guys would put up with that sort of pain. She almost tore my nuts off!! And I thought Mommy’s wooden spoon hurt?!?!?! But Mommy was right about one thing, she respected the safe word. And so here I am. Waiting for Mommy, completely alone in a crib. No baby games, my diaper is soaked, and nothing to do but wait. And hell no… I didn’t feel like jerking… I mean… playing with my peepee. Left alone with my thoughts, I soon got bored. It would still be an hour and a half before Mommy would get here. My thumb started to get wrinkled, so I finally took it from my mouth. There was a teddy bear in the crib with me, so I hugged it as I looked around. Even the children’s toys were over there, out of reach. I wonder how much longer… This is like solitary confinement. I miss Mommy. Miss Beth said she has an her ex-husband? I bet I know why they divorced. … Finally, I heard the doorbell. I sat up, eager to be in Mommy’s arms. I hadn’t closed the playroom door, so I heard Miss Beth’s high heels cross the entry-way tile and the door open. My heart leaped for joy when I heard Mommy’s voice. But then I heard Miss Beth, “Hi! Listen, I think we should talk. How about some tea?” Mommy sounded a little confused, but she answered, “Oh! Okay, sure. Tea would be fine.” Mommy wasn’t coming in to get me just yet? But… but… I want Mommy… I called out, “MOMMY!! Mommy come here!!!” But instead, I heard Miss Beth, “I’ll explain in a minute. Have a seat Carole, let me get the tea.” And just that quickly, I saw Miss Beth come into the playroom, closing the door to the sitting room behind her. She ignored me, didn’t even look in my direction. She walked across the room to the other door, that led to the kitchen and disappeared through it. I felt a tear welling up as I sulked. Mommy was right next door, and I was being completely ignored. In just a couple of minutes, the kitchen door opened and Miss Beth had a serving tray balanced on her other hand. I called out to her, “I want MY MOMMY!!!” But she walked to the sitting room door. She barely glanced at me as she said in an icy tone, “Quite crybaby. Or I’ll give you something to cry about!” Then she was through the door, pulling it closed behind her. I flopped back down in the crib, sniffling. I didn’t want a spanking on top of everything else, so I stayed quiet. I couldn’t hear anything except once, when I’m pretty sure Mommy screamed, “WHAT THE HELL BETH!??!?!?” It must have been just ten or fifteen minutes when the door opened again and this time it was Mommy. I instantly sat upright, gripped the bars of the crib and called out, “MOMMY!!!!” She came directly to me and reached for the railing latch. As soon as the railing was down, she hugged me and I returned her hug with the grip of a Sumo wrestler. I squeezed my eyes tight as I felt tears of joy at seeing her. Finally, she loosened her hug and gently pushed us apart. “Did she tell you? Did she tell you what she did?” I asked anxiously. Mommy nodded and said quietly, “Yes dear, and I told her NEVER to do anything like that again.” Words came tumbling out, “It hurt Mommy… It hurt so much… Why would she do that??? Why would anyone… I was a good boy and she…” Mommy’s finger touched my lips to silence me. Mommy’s voice was calm and quiet, “I told you Tommy. She has a darker side, and some people are like that. Sex and kinks come in all sorts of flavors and types. Just like a certain person I know that likes having Mommy take care of them…” She winked. Then she shrugged a little as she finished, “Some… some need what they need. Men… and women… all have different things they like.” “But she didn’t… and I never asked her to…” I was still confused and nervous. Her finger gently touched my lips again. “Shhh…shhhh… I know. And you used your safe word, just like I taught you. For that, I’m very proud of you. You did just as Mommy taught you,” she said. She was right on that part. I didn’t even really think about it, I just blurted it out. Denver… where Mommy came from. I’ve never been there, but just now, I LOVED DENVER!!! I sniffled a little and looked into Mommy’s eyes to ask, “Can we go home now Mommy? I want to go home.” She hugged me again, briefly, as she answered, “Of course sweetie. Mommy’s here now and everything is going to be just fine.” Then she let go of me and her hand reached to check my diaper. She said sweetly as she stepped away a little and reached for the stack of diapers, “But I think first, we better change my darling little boy’s diaper.” To Be Continued