One especially desperate and whiny baby (I won’t name names, but I’ll let the pictures below speak for themselves) has been begging and pleading for me to come back to Tumblr and write some new stuff, and it got me thinking, so here you go.
I like some resistance. You shouldn’t want what I’m offering you. It should fill you with self-doubt. You should feel unsure and confused about whether this is really what you wanted. But not so much that you’re going to do anything to try and stop it other than pathetically whine and argue about it. And we both know this IS what you really want, even though you seem hesitant. Even though you pout. Even though you give me your best grumpy girl face as you’re compliantly following every order and command you’re given. You’re like a weak-willed little infant. You act like you’re going to put up a fight, but you don’t. Not really. It’s very halfhearted, and then you just give up and give in to what is an inevitability. You tell me how you don’t want to be a baby as you willingly allow that very thing to be forced upon you, a nipple from your baba slipping into your mouth effortlessly, silencing those futile protests as you drink your milk like a good girl. Is this supposed to be convincing? Am I not supposed to notice the little smile on your face as this babyish existence is forced upon you? Because it’s obvious to anyone who pays you the slightest bit of attention that you’re nothing but an overgrown baby who needs to be put in her place. But…you can resist if that helps you feel like you didn’t just give in so easily to your embarrassing desires.
Photos: the always pathetically pampered, @diapereddummy