Introduction:
I’m Lauren; I’m 18 years old and just finished my A-Levels at St Margaret’s School for girls Aged 3-18. My old school – based in the Home Counties of England – is a privately well educated school for rich girls…one might say that I’m a spoilt little madam? – I am, and you’re about to find out…
I shall tell you in a nutshell just who I am and what I am? – I live on my own now…since 9th October 2013 – (My 18th Birthday) – You see, my dad is a rich man…and he brought his little girl her own house…mansion is a kinder word. I’m one of the oldest in my school year and with no doubt the smartest in my year: top marks in all subjects…girls are way so smarter than boys. I also – without sounding vain – have the reputation of being “That Schoolgirl”.
“That Schoolgirl” that inspires every teenage girl wants to look like, and every schoolboy (and men) wants to fuck. I am a petite young lady, with straight long fringed brunette hair. I’m pale skinned (I hate fake tans!) I never place lots of make-up on, only the basics, though I love my perfume collection…and collection of vintage dresses, along with my epic choices of my English schoolgirl-uniforms.
For the past year or so, I’ve been reading up on sites that involve nappies (Diapers in the U.S.A.). I used to be one of those ‘shy girls’ – Keeping myself to myself, and with my desires with nappies, the latter is still key…not to trust anyone with my dark fetish.
During this past year or so when I babysit my young nephew for my auntie (from my dad’s side of the family): Tommy who is 2 years old. As I changed his nappy; the scent of the Johnson Baby Powder, Huggies nappy wipes, along with the strong scent of Sudocrem, turned such a warm buzzy feeling inside my stomach on…my nurturing side…they call it being a ‘Mummy’.
After babysitting Tommy, that night I quickly went onto sites like Daily Diapers, Fetlife, and Googled ABDL etc. – For a girl my age and looks, I knew it was impossible to find my victim of enslavement for total and complete babyhood…come on! – I’m not going to baby men in their 30s’ upwards: yuck!
“It’s a small world.” – People quote when meeting someone or hearing of someone close to their origin. I found that out to be true. My soon-to-be victim had posted pictures of himself on Fetlife and the stupid boy (like most boys who think with their cock) revealed his real name in his username/avatar. His pictures are so cute! – I did play with myself slowly while staring at a picture of him in his nappy, lying on his tummy – nappy butt in the air. It makes me blush with nurturing dominance.
Anyway, you’ll soon find out more about me, and my victim and my new home in due time, but first I’m going to state in ‘Prologue’ of just how and who I entrapped with my feminine wiles, beauty, and motherly instincts xXx
Prologue:
So it really started a few months ago: Just after I turned 18. Here is the young lad’s original post that he posted on both Fetlife and Daily Diapers. This attracted my undivided attention:
“Adult Baby Boy Seeking Domme Mummy for a LTR, TPE, 24/7 Relationship: England Only!”
“I’m William “Billy” for short. I’m 18 years old and have been into the ABDL scene since my early teens. I’ve been in and out of care homes, moved around with foster parents, and haven’t really settled down with a family. The ABDL scene is both sexually and emotional for me: I love to be talked to as a baby boy, wear and use nappies (I haven’t messed before), being helpless and needed by a firm, dominating, nurturing, and loving woman who would be my Mummy/Girlfriend. I know this is a thing and fetish that most girls would be turned off by: treating their hubby/boyfriend as a toddler and keeping him in nappies etc. – But as I stated: the emotional bond between the two of us – us against the world: Mummy/Baby Boy.
I also have I fetish for Schoolgirls. It’s a bit ironic; I just finished my A-Levels and having a break from studying and education. With the Schoolgirl fetish, I would love to be babied, teased, and loved by a Mummy, who likes to dress up in her schoolgirl-uniform. I guess it’s because for when I was at school studying, being away from the troubles at home, moving around etc. that me fantasising of the girls at school babying me, giving me their 100% attention and control makes me weep, and also makes me feel so small and babyish: alone and confused. I’d like to point out that I’m NOT needy lad. I’m just a lad with a lot of love, emotions, lust, time, and sex to give to my ‘Perfect’ mummy.
I know within the ABDL scene that for every 10 AB Boys there’s 1 Mummy. I’d like a Mummy who’s not into wearing nappies herself, or is a Switch. I was a full Domme Mummy who is seeking her very own AB Boy. I’m great with housework; I’m a good handyman and butler with domestic work. I’m NOT into BDSM, only a few light elements: spanking, hypnosis, bondage, gags, and uniforms – I’ve not been with any girl or woman into this: My only experience is with an erotic mistress for a few sessions: I’ve not been to an AB Nursery either.
On a personal note: I’m a virgin. I’ve never had sex before: including oral. I know it’s hard for straight AB Boys out there who craves nurturing from a girl. I’m on these sites to find a girl who is open minded to this scene and is relaxed with me wearing my nappies etc. I’ve posted pictures on my profile. Also, I can smell a spammer and fake profile from a mile off: So all gold-diggers, perverts, and men (nothing personal lads) can fuck off! – I’m after a pure Mummy/Baby Boy relationship.
If any girl is keen please message me? I have Skype and we can take it from there. Thank you.”
So that’s William’s personal advert…I sighed out loud and giggled deviously: knowing if I had it my way: I’ll place him in his crib and change his nappies 24/7. So without delay, I messaged him with reply to his personal advert:
“Dear William,
I’ve read your profile, and you’re the one baby boy I want for myself. I have no doubt you get messages from the fakes and spammers, but trust me: I’m for real. I’m also 18 and just finished my A-Levels. I also have my own home…and I’m also a Virgin. I hope we can chat more? Thank you.
MummyL x”
I got no reply for a few days; I think it was because I’ve got no face-picture on my profile and only one of my large juicy tight cleavage, you know my name is Laruen, hence my Username: MummyL. During those few days, I moved into my new home my dad brought me for my 18th…then with shock and pure delight daddy showed me his bank statement: he’s transferred £50,000 into my bank account, “to help me settle into my new home” – I again thanked daddy and gave him a kiss on his cheek: my ambition for not only having my own AB Boy is looking optimistic, but to build my very own Nursery will soon get underway.
Daddy left on a business trip for a few months, as he does, so it gave me the freedom to start-up my Nursery. But, before I started seeking online, I checked my Fetlife profile, and I got a reply from William! I quickly went to my messages (ignoring all the in-boxes from Sissies, old men, and Lesbos) I then clicked onto William’s one and started to read it:
“Dear MummyL,
Thank you for messaging me. Sorry I’ve not replied sooner: The care trust have given me a month to move out, as I’m 18 and in the eyes of the law: I’m now an adult (even though I feel like a baby lol.) I’m trying hard to find a place to live; so things are stressful and the moment. I know it’s hard for a girl to make the first move, and most of them want the boy to make the first move. It’s so nice to hear that a girl of the same age and who lives near to me is keen in the ABDL scene, and has ambitions for being a Mummy. I have Skype on my mobile, if you wish to chat live? (It saves time messaging on the computer all the time, and soon I won’t have access to one). I totally understand what you stated in your profile that “No face-pictures due to my vanilla I.D.” – Though, I do want to see you in due time, if you’re keen, it’ll place my mind at rest, me knowing that you’re 100% real and serious.
My Username for Skype is the same as my Fetlife: BabyBilly18. Thank you and I hope we can chat soon x.”
My large 34EE breasts felt like they were going to explode with milk. My nipples grew and I slowly, lightly breathed in and took the moment of self-enjoyment of this message…I slowly placed my small left hand (I’m left-handed) up my mini-skirt and as my eyes where closed I thought of ‘Baby Billy’ lying naked on my soon-to-be nursery floor: pubeless, sucking a dummy, and looking up at me with a “I’m a big boy Mummy, I don’t need a nappy” stare. I rubbed my hairless clit softly with my tiny fingertips…I then entered deeper and further into my virgin pussy, thinking of other fantasises of being a Domme Mummy to a fine baby boy, then I started to moan…the excitement of placing an adult nappy onto this attractive boy’s bottom took over me…I stretched my right leg in a diagonal position, to get some cold air cool my now warm vagina…I held tight with my right hand the unit of my computer desk…with my left hand I patted my pussy faster and faster…then within seconds I cummed! I cummed all over desk chair, hand, arm, and mini-skirt and stockings: Damn, that felt good, if that felt good in fantasy, then I know it’ll feel even better in reality. Reality that I know will soon arrive, for if little Billy has only one month left before he is evicted, I know I have one month to entrap him, and make him mine, this is only just the beginning…
Chapter 1:
Another few days went past and I haven’t heard from William – both on Fetlife, Daily Diapers, and most importantly: Skype!
During the time after my orgasm on my computer chair and up to the present; I’ve ordered all the AB stuff I need for my new Nursery. I must admit: living in England is a bonus; I’ve ordered tones of items from Cuddlz.com, Cosyndry.com, and adultbabyfurniture.com. I went out of England for my baby boy’s dummies. My new home (mansion) is a 6 bedroom country home: in the middle of no-where in the quite countryside of Berkshire. There’s of course a local village…for a specific reason, a reason why I begged and played the “I want it now” card to daddy; to buy me this certain house, to which you’ll find out later like little William.
I quickly got some paint and decorators in, to do a one day job…to paint ‘Room 4’ light baby blue, and to decorate the wallpaper in childlike reptiles: Crocodiles. I got funny looks from the men who decorated my Nursery: Of course I’m not pregnant (thank god!), but they were eyeing me up: my cleavage, curvy firm bottom, and pale legs…of course I knew they were thinking sexual fantasies of me, which disgusts me, for even though I’m a spoilt little madam: I have morals and principals. Where most men think of sex when seeing a lady, we girls first think of the man himself: his personality then his looks. I’m so proud that I was created into a fine feminine of goddess personality, and of pure stature and amiability – and not a boy, Jesus.
So with those pervert painters done and gone. All I now have to do is to wait for my ‘Special deliveries’ to arrive in the post – he-he. It was during my boring and long struggle waiting for my new AB packages that I took the liberty to try out Skype on my computer…and I got lucky!
BabyBilly18: Hello MummyL, you there?
MummyL: Hello Baby Billy, yes Mummy is here.
BabyBilly18: Sorry for waiting to chat with you, another few days, but I’ve only got Skype, no computer.
MummyL: Not to worry William…as long as we can chat now: live, I don’t care x.
BabyBilly18: You are kind, thank you x.
MummyL: So, we’re both 18, both into the ABDL scene, and we’re both virgins…maybe the fates are to kind x.
BabyBilly18: Indeed they are. I hope you don’t mind me asking you questions?
MummyL: Go for it baby, I’ll be 100% honest x.
BabyBilly18: Brilliant. Okay…why do you like being a Mummy and want to find your own AB Boy?
MummyL: I am a nurturing girl, I like to care, love, and protect my first boyfriend – a boyfriend I can trust: who’d be all mine and wouldn’t dare to break my heart. I’ve seen the heartbreak of the girls from my old school, and I vowed to myself, that I wouldn’t be that mug. Also, I used to babysit my nephew a lot before I moved home, and I loved it, changing him: wiping his bottom, pouring baby powder onto him, rubbing it over him, then placing a nappy on him, also playing with him, with his toys, holding him on my lap, letting him sleep on my chest, and putting him down for a nap…and feeding him in his highchair. I want a AB Boy because, I don’t want to have a baby at my age and lose my looks, gain weight, and have the man who got me pregnant do a runner x.
BabyBilly18: That’s understood. I so hate to see men use women for sex then do a runner, or cheat on her. I myself took a vow: to devote myself to one woman, to please, love, respect, trust, and protect her, both as my girlfriend and mummy x.
MummyL: I like that in a man…to not think of himself and his cock. I want you to be my baby boy, unlike those fakes and spammers out there online; I’m not going to ask you to sign up on ALT.com or any other BDSM sites. I have my own money, home, and soon a nursery x.
BabyBilly18: A nursery? Great! – The best thing is for us not to rush…and in time meet at a public place, like a café for a cup-of-tea and chat. With regard to the fakes online, asking me to sign up a website and pay the ‘Silver’ membership etc. What a con! – Fucking whores. Sorry for my swearing, it winds me up when people mess with others emotions and they turn out to be fakes x.
MummyL: It’s okay William. I understand x.
BabyBilly18: I know this is blunt but: can you send me pictures of yourself? I’m not going to lie: I’ve spoken to women on Skype before and they dodge the question and give me bullshit x.
MummyL: Thank you for your honestly…I won’t send you pictures…but I show myself on webcam x.
I quickly turned to my little mirror on my computer deck and tied my hair into a pony tail; I then grabbed my dark red lipstick and placed in on my perfect lips.
BabyBilly18: Okay! Wicked!
The webcam goes on, I’m staring into the built in webcam in my all-in-one computer, giving William a cheeking kiss and smile, then I leaned towards the webcam and showed him my cleavage…then I turned off my webcam, to tease his mind.
MummyL: You happy baby boy? X
BabyBilly18: Wow! You’re so stunning and real…I’m speechless…I’ll be your baby boy, I’ll do anything you want.
I looked down at William’s last comment with a sadistic smile…knowing I’ve got him on a hook and that his mind, heart, soul, and cock is directed to my attention.
MummyL: One day at a time baby. I have to go now…but while I am gone write your Mummy a love letter – a letter of submission and enslavement, of why you want to be my baby? – I want honest and real emotion, and also why should I take you into my Nursery and wipe your bottom for days on end? X.
BabyBilly18: I shall do want MummyL commands, I’m so excited…there’s only one question to ask you: do you have any other boy on the go on Skype? – Like you leave me goodbye, but talk to another one?
I went to Skype options and clicked on Contacts to show William my list of contacts.
MummyL: I’ve just changed my list of contacts from ‘Private’ to ‘Contacts only’…have a look x.
BabyBilly18: There’s only one contact in your list?
MummyL: It’s you silly billy x.
BabyBilly18: Sorry to doubt you MummyL x.
MummyL: I don’t blame you, I’d be the same if I were messed around by gold-diggers and fakes, Mummy forgives you…but I won’t if you fail that letter of submissive truth x.
BabyBilly18: I’ll get straight on it MummyL, it was nice chatting to you x.
MummyL: You to, goodbye x.
I logged off…I didn’t have to go…but then I wanted him to think that I have the Ace card, and I know now William’s little mind is racing on how to impress me – His soon-to-be Mummy.
Chapter 2:
A full week past-by and I had no sign from little William. On the plus side: I got my new Nursery fitted. I also took the liberty to buy certain medical products from America (the ones I couldn’t get in England) – products that I will use on my baby boy. It’s been two weeks since I first messaged William. I knew that he had only two weeks left before he was made homeless *licking my tongue deviously as I type this. It’s just a waiting game…maybe William is taking his time in writing that letter of submission to me – only me! – God knows? All I know is; is that it’s his loss; I could take any young lad or old man as my baby boy if I wanted to. William knows this, so the ball is in his court.
One evening in the third week; I checked my kinky e-mail (Hotmail account) – Like clockwork: my in-box is full – full of e-mails subjecting “Please mummy read this.” – “I have a lot to offer” – and “I’m the baby for you.” Bullshit. But as I was looking down my in-box, an e-mail subject “William.” Dated yesterday arrived. So I quickly opened the mail and it was from William.
“Dear Laruen “MummyL”.
I’m writing from a public library, my mobile contract has cut me off – due to my Skyping and making calls to landlords. I’ll be quick (sorry if I appear rude) if you want to meet up, so we can talk about the arrangements of our unique relationship? Meet me in Town centre in Reading – In Starbucks at 10:00am, in two days; I’ll be in the corner waiting for you.
Sorry for the delay and I hope we can “talk” in depth about things.
Thank you
BabyBilly18 x.”
“Two days.” I thought that tomorrow! – Damn, I need to get ready. I replied to William’s e-mail (even though he’ll read it late) to say I’ll meet him in Starbucks. After that, I turned to my wardrobe and thought on what to wear…I want to tease him…I also want to look “Mummy like.” – Very captivating and elegant: a young lady who is hard to please, and hard to win over. I knew the perfect clothing to wear for my first meeting with my baby boy – I mean soon-to-be baby boy. I want William to look at me as that I AM his Mummy and not a piece of crumpet or tart. Daddy has taught me well, giving me advice about boys on how they think and act when they see a girl they fancy. I’m going to insert that advice in our first meeting…
Chapter 3:
So here it is: The First Meet…the first live meet – Face-to-face – no Fetlife messaging, live Skype chatting bullshit. This is what it’s about: Reality. Some men (most men) in the ABDL scene are fantasists: they give all the talk and make the girl fall in a full sense of security…but when it’s time to get the ball rolling they become chicken shits. There are all (well most of them, except for the select few) online wankers, drifters – just losers in my honest opinion. I guess it’s the same with certain Mummies online too (excluding the fakes) – With the AB Boys and the Mummies: they don’t know what they want, they use the online messaging and chats and not forgetting perving on one’s profile pictures as their ‘Wank Bank’ (not my phase, as you all know in England). With William and certainly with myself: I know what I want and why I want it.
I drove into Reading, into town centre, into the shopping centre, 2nd floor, Starbucks. I was nervous; I don’t know why? – I’m the Domme Mummy, not the baby! – I guess it’s because of our Fetlife messages – ones I’ve not stated on here – that makes it more so real. There I was walking up the stairs (young men perving on me as I walk) Its winter so I’m wearing tight blue jeans, furry boots, and a short black leather jacket, along with bright pink lipstick, and a spray of some Elizabeth Taylor perfume…and holding my Gucci handbag. I walk into Starbucks – didn’t order a cup of coffee for I am a Tea girl. And there he was, sitting in the corner like a shy, lost, and helpless little boy: William. I walked over to him, he stood up and the fuse was finally lit:
“Hello there. You’re more stunning in person that online.” William smiled with his perfect white teeth and charming smile. Giving me a light kiss on the cheek, without crossing the line; I blushed for a second then composed into my dominant self.
“And you are the most handsome boy I’ve seen for a long time, you should be an actor. Come on let’s sit down and chat more. It’s been worth the wait has it not?” I asked William.
“Of course it has madam. Let’s get comfy.” William replied. I like in a man: manners!
We both sat down in the corner of Starbucks; quiet and no-one around to earwig.
“Would you like a coffee?” – William asked me.
“No thank you darling, I’m a Yorkshire Tea girl.” – I replied.
“So, what shall we talk about?” – William asked trying to break the ice.
“Firstly; did you write that letter of submission for me?” – Bluntly and firmly asked.
“I have, here you go.” – William smiled as he handed me a short brown envelope, I nodded with satisfaction and placed the envelope into my Gucci handbag (to read later when I alone).
“Thank you. I’m impressed William. How is looking for a home going?” – I asked, wanting to be nosy.
“Awful. I’m ashamed to admit to you that I’ll soon be a vagabond; with nothing but my pale skin to call my own. I have nothing to offer you.” – William told me with dignity.
“You can offer me: you. I’m not after money, the trophy man on my arms, the wild sex, or an object. I’m after my very own Adult Baby Boy to whom I can keep all to myself…for a long time to come.” I assured and truthfully told William.
“It’s a big leap for both of us. I…know you don’t want real children, because of your career ambitions and that you don’t want pregnancy to meddle with your perfect and fine body. But would you like to change me, my nappies? I mean a lot of women as child-minders, babysitters, nurses, and carers do this job day in day out. Other women see it as disgusting and vile. I want us to take the next step together and before we do, please read my letter; it’s full of emotion and detail – more than of my personal advert on Fetlife.” – William told me.
I knew, as soon as William finished his speech, that he is the man/baby boy for me. This feeling in my tummy came over me: I just wanted to fuck him right there in Starbucks. Then I took a seductive deep breath and thought twice about what to do next. I knew I had to get away from him, for my lustful emotions would overtake my strong nurturing desires and I’d be the first one crossing the line; not William!
“I shall leave now, go home and read your letter of submission. It’s nice chatting to you; sorry if I seem rude, but I have a delivery coming after 11.am and I need to be in-doors (I lied) it’s nice meeting you William, and I have no doubt that we will soon meet again.” – I told William as I stood up and shook his hand, I won’t cuddle him, for if I did, he’ll think I’ve accepted him and that we “are an item” bullshit.
“Here take this: this is my address, if and when you’re ready pick me up and take me away from this place: I no longer have a mobile or access to the internet. If we don’t meet again; take care and good luck Laruen.” – William kindly spoke to me. I placed the jotted piece of paper into my jacket pocket and then turned my back towards him to leave his handsome presence. I held my emotions and fast walked out of Starbucks, leaving this poor, lost, and helpless little boy alone: my mummy side wanted to give him a kiss and cuddle then take his hand and led him out of Starbucks, placed him in the back seat of my car and take him home into his new lifestyle…that might soon happen. As I walked to the car park into my car, my emotions of lust, nurturing, and caring exploded: I just cried…fuck knows why? I just know that every strong woman needs a cry now and again; to let it all out. So I did. After composing myself, I started the car engine then turned to my left looking down at my Gucci handbag on the front passenger seat, and I was determined to the letter later that night. I drove out of Reading (which I personally hate) towards my lonely mansion…
Chapter 4:
Later that night, after I had a long nice warm bath – a bath, so big that I had daddy specially get it fitted into my new home. During my bath, I did my monthly session of using Veet. Making sure my whole body is pubeless. I so hate to have my pussy unshaven. It’s not nice. Also when I did my bit of research from “Lads Mags” such as Nuts, FHM, Zoo, and Maxim; a poll was conducted by men across England, and I agree with the 80% of men, who say that a woman’s pussy needs to be kept clean and unshaven. Adding to that, I so enjoy it, having a clear pussy makes it easier to clean myself with Huggies baby wipes, after I cum…thinking of babying a man he-he.
So anyway, I dried myself and placed a nice bathrobe onto my petite and hairless body. It was near 10pm and I was very tired, but I had enough brain power to read William’s letter of submission. I stood in front of my King-size bed, stripped of my bathrobe and I got into bed: naked! I was cosy in my bed…then I took the liberty to open the brown envelope, and I started to read the words…here, I share it with you:
Dear Laruen,
I’m writing this letter on your command: a command that hopefully in the forthcoming future I can be rewarded from?
As you are aware, I want to become your Adult Baby Boy. At the present; I’m worthless and have nothing to give. Being your AB Boy: I want you to take full control of me; with my body, mind, finances (which isn’t a lot), soul and love. I want to wear nappies 24/7, be kept in your Nursery, be pushed in a stroller by you, changed by you, loved and cuddled by you. I want you to be my ‘Domme Mummy’. I’m open-minded to use hypnosis in my transformation and at your pleasure.
Please note: I am not into being a ‘Sissy Baby Girl’. Of course, I already know this is not your scene, for you made it clear on Fetlife and Skype. I am a boy: a baby boy.
I’m not after sex. If I get sex, that is because you command it. Because you are babying me and loving me as an AB Boy, I want to please you more than you can please me…as a thank you and for my loyalty towards you.
As I’ve mentioned before this is also emotional for me. Whenever I’m not busy with social and day-to-day worries of finding a job and a roof over my head: I daydream and fantasize of being a woman’s baby boy. Being loved, nurtured, and needed. It all goes back to the days of being in a care home, in and out of school and trying to find a steady home and loving family.
Like you told me on Fetlife; I too am only into light elements of BDSM – Spanking, Bondage, Verbal Humiliation, and Collars etc.
I hope we can work something out? If not then, I wish you luck for you’re a beautiful and stunning schoolgirl – young lady. And I have no doubt (as yourself know) that there’s a line of AB Boys queuing up online: craving your nurturing and dominance.
As I gave you my jotted piece of paper, with my address on it, time is running out: in fairness, the ball is back in your court – do you want to take me into your home and direct me into the path of babyhood?
Thank you
Yours sincerely
William x
I was happy with the letter…though I know more truth would leak from William’s mouth, if he should ever be placed under my thumb. I looked over to my side unit, and looked at William’s address. Time is indeed running out…I’ll have to make a choice: Take William into my fold and direct him into the path of babyhood? Or leave him to rot in his idle life? One thing is for certain; at the present I have the power of this young man’s life…I hold all the control, rules, and fate of his destiny. Tomorrow is going to be the start of a new life, for both myself and William. First thing tomorrow, after my breakfast, I’ll drive to this address (no doubt a shit hole on a chavy council estate) and have final talks with William.
I then turned out my lampshade and went to sleep.
Chapter 5:
After breakfast I drove to this address, a dead-end shithole of a place, to give little William the choice. I found this hostel. I got out of my car and knocked on the door it was William.
“Morning Laruen.” – William said smiling at me.
“You mean Mummy.” – I corrected him.
“Is mummy going to take me in?” – William asked.
“Get your stuff and get into the car. You’re my baby now!” – I commanded as I turned my back to William and got back into my car. I hated this place. I didn’t want to stay around such a dump. A few minutes later William – traveling light with only one suitcase – placed it into the boot of my car, then got into the front with me.
“Seat belt baby boy.” – I told him.
“Oh yes, sorry mummy.” – William replied.
I smirked as a drove him off from a shithole of a place, to another soon-to-be shithole place: his nappy.
We didn’t chat much, I guess he was nervous…I mean, he has only one purpose now: to serve me! I parked the car in the drive way and William got out of the car.
“Forget your suitcase baby, mummy has everything inside.” – I told him grabbing his hands and pulling him into my home.
“Wow, this is a nice home, you’ve done well for yourself mummy.” – William proudly spoke.
“I know.” – I giggled.
“Well, what now?” – William asked me.
“Strip.” – I commanded.
“Now?” – William remarked.
“Strip naked for mummy: This is your new home with your new mummy.” – I raised my voice.
“Yes mummy.” – William said. William then stripped, taking off his coat, woolly jumper, and blue shirt – revealing his slim pale chest. William threw them to the floor, then grabbed his belt, pulled it off and then unzipped his jeans… shivering in my hallway, in his boxer shorts and socks (with holes in).
“I said everything baby boy. Mummy wants to see you in your birthday suit in the flesh.” – I cooed at him with a tease.
William took off his socks and then finally his boxer shorts. Standing naked in front of me, I stared at his hairless crotch, licking my lips; I then eyed his shrivelled penis:
“Aww, baby boy is cold…baby billy has a small Willy, he-he. Come, mummy has to warm up her baby boy in his bath.” – I giggled as I took his hands leading him up to the bathroom naked; leaving his old (and never again) clothes in my hallway. We entered my bathroom.
“Stand there till mummy tells you.” – I ordered with satisfaction. I placed the bubble bath into the running water. Within 5 minutes a nice bath awaited my personal baby slave.
“Into the bath baby billy goes. Come on mummy is here now to take care of you.” – I beamed; my nipples and breasts grew as I washed billy’s body.
“Oh, mummy got this from America, it’s a rare cream…unlike Veet it completely kills the pubes in one’s skin: you’re never going to grow big boy hair ever again.” – I cooed to William. I got the expense cream and then ordered William to stand. As William stood I rubbed this cream all over William – also into his bum crack. William jumped, so I smacked his bottom:
“Stand still for mummy.” – I ordered.
I continued. Once complete, I made him stand for 6 minutes, afterwards I got a shower head then washed William’s body down: after another minute: William’s whole body was pale, hairless – pubeless – skin soft and smooth.
“There, I want my baby boy to be a perfect baby boy: no disgusting pubes – I want you to feel like a baby boy: do you understand mummy?” – I said to William.
“Yes mummy.” – William quietly spoke, now knowing how serious I want my own personal Adult Baby Slave.
I looked down on this man…well a baby…it feels so natural for a woman to baby men…I think most women should do it, they’ll get a buzz out of it: I think it’s better than sex!
After bathing my new baby boy, I placed a towel round him after he was dried he stood in front of me.
“Mummy commands you to crawl from now on. I want you crawling on all fours, and to tilt your head up at me or any other third party in the future. And to make sure of this, I’m going to make sure certain items and surgery will commence in the coming days. You deeply wanted to be my baby, so my baby you will become: to the full!” – I told William and his face reaction was priceless: this helpless loser was now at my mercy and command…and I don’t mind admitting: it fucking feels great!
“Well don’t just look helpless, I’ve seen you naked, and your nothing of the man of my dreams…only the baby of my dreams…I told you this on Fetlife: now don’t make mummy tell you again: get on the floor and crawl, crawl like the pathetic, helpless and needy baby you wished to be…now!” – I ordered staring deep into his teary eyes. William dropped to the floor like a sack of potatoes.
“Good boy…but I believe mummy might lose you, so this is needed for boys who have mature ambitions.” – I sighed sadistically as I pulled out from my bathroom cupboard a pair of light baby blue adult baby reins, fitted perfectly in William’s chest size. William remain submissive and sat there like an obedient dog. Like when a collar is placed around a dog’s neck: I placed William’s reins around his chest.
“There perfect. See mummy was right: she has everything prepared for her baby boy. Now you can’t even make an attempt to run…you’re under my power of strength. Come along baby, mummy has to get a nappy onto your cute bottom.” – I giggled in humiliation; looking down at William. I then pulled him along, out of the bathroom and into my corridor; William was crawling on all fours.
“Don’t worry about your hands baby, mummy will have you in mittens in no time, also you’ll be dressed in the finest adult baby onesies money can buy, so your kneecaps won’t flake as you crawl everywhere with mummy.” – I told William looking down at him smirking at his position. William just kept his head down, I think he wants to go back to that shithole of a place: No chance now – ha-ha!
We stopped outside a door which reads “Nursery”. I then opened the nursery door as William sat on the floor. William’s eyes raised and his mouth dropped in shock, seeing his new residence and lifestyle…which is now imminent.
Copyright by ‘CrocABDL‘
