Joey knelt on the edge of his bed, almost sick with excitement, as he struggled to take in the sight before him
"Have you been a good boy, and laid out all your shopping like Mommy asked?" A voice seductively echoed from the headphones that loosely covered his ears. He fixed them. "Yeah.." he breathed.
"Now now," ... "Yes Mommy". "Good boy". The words, thick and sweet like honey, filled his brain with feelings of warmth and safety. As his brain overflowed, and his old self, now drowning in Mommy's sweet safety slowly disappeared, the little boy found himself suckling on his new pacifier.
"When Mommy said She would take away your adulthood, you didn't believe Her." *suckle suckle*, "Do you believe Mommy now, sweetheart?" "I..." "Mommy's talking." The sternness in Mommy's voice made him suckle faster. "Maybe you'll believe Mommy once that little clitty of yours is safely locked away in her plastic prison, with a thick coating of powder before wrapping you up in double diapees. We can't forget those sexy shiny tights, OR these ADORABLE ruffly plastic pants!"
Mommy could hear his exasperated suckles, and she giggled to herself. "Awwww! Is sumwun weady to be a pathetic widdle pampie piddwer for Mommy? Good gurl, Sparkles!"
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