7- different names for dolls

How hard could it be? I’ve sucked strap before. Hell, I'm GREAT at it. Like riding a bike right?

It was not like riding a bike, nor sucking strap.

Scarlet felt the soft, warm thumb enter her mouth, and began slowly exploring with her tongue. She experienced a new set of sensations she never had before. Of course she was humiliated, that was a given—and not new considering the events of the evening. The slightly salty tang of skin, the smooth, hard surface of Emilia’s nail, their slightly pointed edges, the folds in the joints. All of these were new.

There was no time to be distracted by stimulus, however. Scarlet focused instead on dragging her tongue slowly around the finger, trying to be sensual and appear at least hesitant for a moment. That hesitation was important, the pause created contrast. She looked up at Emilia’s face, a satisfied grin on the taller woman’s face. She softened her eyes, trying to look needy, yet shy. Coquettish.

Tops always love that shit.

Scarlet could not remember the last time she’d sucked a thumb. She’d had other women’s fingers in her mouth before, sure. But she’d never been expected to “perform” then like one was when sucking dick, plastic or otherwise. Not that she’d had experience with the organic kind.

Instead, the digit was just short enough that she could barely do anything elaborate with it. But hell if she didn’t give it her all.

She bobbed her head, faster than she had intended, but dramatic. Contrast. Breathe. She was telling a story. The coy, sexy bottom warming up to their top’s depraved desire. That’s what this act really meant, at least with every other person she’d fucked. She hadn’t felt this good in a long time, and she knew it by how much precum was dripping into her panties.

Slow, dramatic crescendos, letting the tongue explore and lick with the downward motions, letting the tension release without climaxing. After Emilia’s thumb was good and wet, she realized she had not been looking up at her partner for a moment, instead too focused on the stage where she was performing. Gotta play to your audience.

Scarlet preemptively softened her eyes again, and prepared her lustiest gaze. She let the thumb leave her mouth with a small pop, letting her cheek rest on Emilia’s balled fist. She looked up at the imposing woman, slowly continuing to lick the base of the thumb. It was all porn acting, but that’s what they wanted. It’s also what made her feel sexy. Or, rather, the flush of red on her partner’s face did. Emilia, likewise, was now red in the face, her eyes full of lust and desire. Scarlet couldn’t help but show her smug, triumphant grin as she continued. She raised a hand up and began vulgarly pumping the wet thumb like a cock, to give her mouth a break.

“Am I doing it right, Mommy?”

Scarlet could’ve giggled with glee as she noticed an almost imperceptible nervous swallow from her paramour. She decided to suppress the laughter for her partner’s sake, and instead transformed it into another coy smile. When Emilia said nothing Scarlet resumed her performance.

Scarlet’s mouth wrapped tightly around the digit again, and instantly matched the tempo her hand had reached before. Take your time. It’s not like she’s going to cum too fast or something. It’s all foreplay. She was now in what she called “The Sprint”. When she imagined doing it on her occasional male crush or anyone with those parts, this was where the performance was at breaking point. Bobbing in rhythm, breathing deeply and taking dramatic licks to catch her breath. She felt Emilia’s arm trembling as the show went on and Scarlet increased in speed.

The coquette counted to sixty in her head, then with another small pop, releasing the digit, and letting a small line of wet saliva, a spider web in dew, carry away with her lips until she wiped it with a finger. She gazed proudly on her work, the thumb slick with her spit and a small ring of her cherry-coke colored lipstick at the base. She leaned over to plant a small kiss on the tip, the outline of her lips left in the same color.

Her heart was pounding in her chest with anticipation, Emilia’s reaction was all she cared about in the world. Not the humiliating lead up, nor the devastatingly embarrassing following act—though Scarlet shivered in delight as she thought of it. Right now, despite every insecurity that threatened her current floating headspace, she only cared that Emilia was as turned on as she was.

Before she was even able to meet her partner’s gaze, Emilia had her hands firmly around Scarlet’s cheeks with soft hands, rewarding her by planting her bright red lips on Scarlet’s. Emilia kissed her, hard, and moved to her cheek, then down her neck, and Scarlet moaned. Scarlet felt Emilia push her back against the bed, One hand pressed on her collarbone, and one knee between her thighs held Emilia above her.

Emilia’s tongue slipped past Scarlet’s lips, tasting the inside of her mouth. Scarlet felt Emilia’s lips leave hers, and she opened her eyes to see Emilia looming over her. The coquette breathed hard, and matched the look of desire her paramour gave. Scarlet felt her arousal only grow stronger as she watched Emilia reach behind her head, tying up her long hair into a messy bun with a confident smirk and eyes locked on Scarlet.

Scarlet had dated women long enough to know what was next.

Like lightning, there was a flash and Emilia had her hands on the skirt of Scarlet’s dress, kneeled above her pale legs and shaking form. Scarlet could only watch with burning anticipation as Emilia lifted the front of the dress, revealing a wet spot had formed on most of Scarlet’s panties, having soaked through to the front of her tights. She felt her face go crimson as she hid behind her hands.

“Looks like someone is excited. All the more reason to get you into your padding.” Emilia darkly chuckled, sending electricity up Scarlet’s spine.

“No hiding, princess,” Emilia’s words had her spellbound, and she felt her face grow hotter, her ears burning. “Hold your skirt up for Mommy. I promise to take good care of you.”

Scarlet’s hands reached down slowly, shaking like leaves in Emilia’s windstorm. She carefully took the edge of her dress, and held it up to her chest. Emilia took the time to look her over, from her sex soaked crotch to her blushing face and wide eyes. Her predatory gaze had returned.

“Good job, baby,” she started, sending more shivers through the previously bold coquette. “You are going to make Mommy so happy.” Emilia hooked the tights with each thumb, and carefully slid them down. “Lift your bottom for me,” she ordered, and Scarlet complied, obedient despite her nerves telling her to run. Emilia left the tights to rest around Scarlet’s mid thigh, holding her legs tightly together. Scarlet wiggled, tentatively trying to free herself, but they restricted her movement with surprising ease.

“Awww, someone is REALLY excited. I think you might have ruined your cute little panties.” The babydoll pink lingerie was soaked at the crotch. “I like that a lot. You did a good job for me, baby.”

“Really?” Scarlet hadn’t really understood what a praise kink was until now. The flood of serotonin immediately quieted any concerns she had about actually staining her satin panties. She wanted only to hear more, to earn more.

“Yes, Princess.” Emilia smiled, letting her tone go back to that saccharine sweet, patronizing voice of someone talking down to a child.

She loved it. Scarlet let out a small whimper, a mix of embarrassment and pleasure as Emilia traced a finger around the small bulge within the delicately feminine panties, watching it pulse ever so slightly. Emilia hooked one side of the panties with a finger, pulling it aside so that Scarlet’s soft, pink girldick revealed itself, with the tightly manicured bush beneath. It actively pulsed a steady stream of translucent, glimmering precum.

“Adorable,” Emilia chuckled, still in the same demeaning but tender tone. “Are you ready?”

Scarlet nodded, timidly clutching the fabric to her chest. The combination of the act preparing her for inspection and leaving her subordinate to her paramour, fused with the deliciously patronizing tone of making her feel vulnerable, dependent, and perhaps most embarrassing of all…so much smaller than Emilia.

She wasn’t given time to prepare her nerves, as Emilia’s bright red lips lowered to kiss Scarlet’s hard member. Or at least, as hard as it could get these days. It was far closer to a clit these days thanks to how high my estrogen is, not much use for penetrating. Not that Scarlet had much interest in topping. There were hollow straps for when the mood struck her with Barba-

Wet lips touched her sensitive member and Scarlet was pulled out of her head, her line of thought. She let out a pathetic whimper, and her pale hand shot to her mouth as Emilia began licking. Her tender flesh was alive with electricity as nerves met Emilia’s hot tongue, and Scarlet felt her back arch as she moaned into her hand. She wasn’t lying, Scarlet thought between building pleasure, heat and increasingly loud moans. She’s doing exactly what I did. That means it’s only going to get better.

The thought terrified and delighted her. She couldn’t help smiling as she arched her back, but apparently Emilia thought that was the wrong reaction. Scarlet could feel Emilia’s ‘tone’ change as she worked hard to bring Scarlet to the edge but not over. Once Scarlet’s back was flat against the soft bed, she looked up to see Emilia’s eyebrows, one arched and the other angled sharply down. Oh no, what did I do?

“M-m-mommy?” She tentatively asked, not meaning to stutter but trying to get ahead of any consequences for her perceived failure, her mysterious breach of contract.

Emilia said nothing, did nothing besides continue to lick. She did look like she was enjoying herself, but somehow so stern at the same time.

It took a moment before she finally spoke. “Simply thinking, little one.” She said, pausing her oral performance and gently rubbing the throbbing member in one hand.

“A-about? Did I do something wrong?” She found it hard to think straight when most of the blood was not going to her brain. Her nipples were hard beneath her top and bra.

“Not quite. I’m deciding how long I want to do this before we get to the REAL show.”

Is her resting bitch face THAT scary?

Scarlet’s eyes went wide and before she could respond, Emilia took Scarlet’s whole member inside her mouth, the hot, wet sensation surrounding it, lips wrapped tightly around the base. Scarlet could only watch Emilia’s gorgeous curves bouncing slightly with her head. The same lustful eyes Scarlet once gave now showing through Emilia’s golden gaze, spiced with condescending smugness.

Scarlet felt her eyes roll back as pleasure built. Out of habit she tried to bring her knees together, merely bouncing off Emilia’s hips for a moment, and she moaned louder than before. It didn’t take long for Emilia to reach The Sprint, and Scarlet swore she wouldn’t last half as long as her own little performance did. But as the heat built in her loins, her pleasure slowly built towards climax, her voice getting higher and louder as her ecstasy brought further moans…it stopped.

Emilia was staring at her with a devilish grin, worse than any of the confident smirks Scarlet had seen so far. She whined, truly frustrated, sounding much more like a spoiled child than she intended. She hid her face again, letting the skirt drop against her chest and whimpering.

“What’s the matter, precious thing?” Emilia was laying it on thick now, voice all poisoned honey. “You can tell Mommy what’s wrong.” The sadistic smile was still on her face, as she reached down to slowly circle the head of Scarlet’s girldick. It also had a lipstick ring at the base, just like Emilia’s thumb.

When Scarlet could only whine in embarrassment, feeling her ears burn further, Emilia showed her displeasure and growing impatience.

“Mommy asked you a question, dear.” Emilia’s grin dropped slightly, taking her terse, stern visage from work and bringing it into the bedroom. “She expects an answer. Promptly, and in baby talk.”

Scarlet’s face went white, mortified at what she was ordered to do. She took a breath, panicked, and searched for the right words and the right way to twist them.

“I was weally close to finishing, okay!” Scarlet finally confessed after a moment of red faced frustrations. “I have a hawd time… making cummies fwom getting head normally! And you did that SO EASILY and…and HOW did you get me that close so easily?” She blurted out the additional context, desperately hoping it would somehow make Emilia take pity on her for her troubles. Scarlet wasn’t lying, stimulating her that was rarely enough to make her finish.

“Hm.” Emilia’s face already told Scarlet what she feared. “Shame that doesn’t count as your edge.”

“WHAT?!”

“Pardon me? Is that any way for a good little girl to speak to her mommy?” Emilia leaned in, kissing the head of Scarlet’s girldick gently, and Scarlet watched as Emilia left a twin lipstick mark to the one on her thumb.

“I told you back at Sharkie’s, remember? You had to beg to cum after being put in a diaper. You also owe me a very long spanking first.” Emilia giggled to herself darkly, the same hand with the lipstick marks covering her mouth as she rose to her feet. “Must be hard to remember anything with no blood in your head, huh baby?”

Scarlet groaned in frustration, her pleasure falling but arousal, somehow increasing. She was liking this treatment, but every cell in her body screamed at her to finish first.

“Now,” Emilia resumed, “how about get you out of these big girl panties? Judging by those stains, you clearly were not ready to be out of diapers yet.” Emilia bent at the waist, showing off more of her curves as she drew Scarlet’s panties down, past her hips. Scarlet lifted again, this time without being commanded, to allow them past her cheeks.

“Good job, Scarlet!” Emilia’s voice dripped with lust despite being full of belittling praise. “Saving Mommy the trouble of asking.” Emilia’s hands took the panties and tights all the way down, sliding them off gently and letting them fall to the floor.

Scarlet’s face burned with a delicious mix of arousal and humiliation, and she was desperate for more. But when Emilia lifted the megamax from its resting spot on the bed, the hot pounding in her chest, spreading her arousal took a sharp pause at the sight of the diaper. How could the ridiculous plastic garment feel half as good as Emilia’s mouth had just moments prior?

Emilia’s hands moved painfully slowly for Scarlet, unfolding the crinkling underwear becoming its own form of torture for the blushing woman. When its full hourglass shape was revealed, she didn’t move to place it under Scarlet, instead, sitting on the edge of the bed. She placed it open on her lap, and patted the plush material with one hand. The padding made soft noises as Emilia beckoned her.

“I need you here, over my lap. Do not make me ask twice, bunny.”

Scarlet blushed harder at the pet name, now deciding that she liked it just as much as princess and good girl.

Scarlet sat up, self conscious of her dangling erection, and moved to all fours. She crawled, arms shaking from her medication, her nerves, supporting her weight, and her humiliation. Emilia knew exactly what she was doing to her.

Emilia used both hands, one on each hip, to firmly but gently guide Scarlet. She winced for a moment as her sensitive girldick made contact with the soft disposable. Every small movement would make her erection thrust into the padding. The feeling was FAR better than it had any right to be, but Scarlet’s face burned so hot with shame. She was over another woman’s knee like a toddler, even lying on top of a diaper like one, caught between lust and infantilizing humiliation.

“Perfect. Now we have something to catch your little ‘accidents’. Does it feel soft on your precious girldick?”

Scarlet could not see Emilia, but she knew the look she was giving the back of Scarlet’s head, that same devilish smirk, lavishing humiliation onto her helpless prey. Scarlet also knew that Emilia could tell how hot and red her cheeks were at the treatment. Emilia knew, for a matter of fact, that Scarlet was enjoying it.

“Answer me.” Her voice was cold, a hand shooting to Scarlet’s hair and gripping it tightly.

“Yes, Mommy!” She whined, sudden pleasure at the even more sudden tightness on her scalp overriding her embarrassment momentarily.

“‘Yes, Mommy’ what?” Her tone was a frigid wind that made goosebumps rise on the back of Scarlet’s now exposed neck.

“Y-yes, Mommy,” she stuttered, trying to buy time to desperately search for what Emilia wanted. “Yes, Mommy, it feels soft on my girldick!” Her face burned hotter than she thought possible.

“Good. You will need something soft on that bottom after I’m done with your spanking.”

A chill ran down her spine at the threat.

“Listen closely. You will count, outloud, each spank and end each number with ‘Mommy’, do you understand?”

Fear spread on Scarlet’s face. “Um…no, Mommy, I don’t. Like ‘one, Mommy’ then ‘two, Mommy’?”

“Exactly. I knew you could get it, such a clever baby.”

The praise, no matter how patronizing and backhanded, still filled Scarlet’s chest with butterflies.

“Are you ready to begin?”

Scarlet swallowed hard.

“I think so.”

“No ‘maybes’, you either are ready or you are not. Take a moment if you need.”

Scarlet was taken aback by the consideration, Emilia’s patronizing somehow giving the impression that she had no say in when things began. She jumped a little, feeling a hand on the small of her back, but it was only Emilia adjusting Scarlet’s dress. She felt her gently tug the back of the skirt up to the small of her back to match the front still under her chest and draping over Emilia’s knee. Emilia’s hand then came to rest on her back, gently rubbing circles around the top of her cheeks and her shoulderblades.

Soothing as it was, Scarlet had no time to be distracted. She wanted this part over with whether she ended up enjoying or regretting it. She breathed deeply, trying to relax her body. She moved from her neck to her feet, easing the tension in her jaw, shoulders, and back. Emilia continued to rub her back, tenderly accelerating the process.

This…this is so affectionate and considerate and kind…I could get used to this.

“Okay.” It hung in the air for a second, and Scarlet finished it off, “Mommy.”

“Good job. I did not have to remind you. I’ll have you crying in no time, just like your video.”

“I don’t cry.”

Scarlet felt her mouth twitch into a small grin, then quickly drop in fear as Emilia’s hand pressed into her skin, slowly drifting to her butt. It gripped one cheek tightly, causing Scarlet to let out a whimper in pleasure.

“I am about to begin. Remember to count, or I start over, understand?”

“Yes, Mommy.” She was ready as she could possibly be.

“Good. If you forget it, that is the same as losing count.” There was no moment of hesitation. The first spank came fast, and hard.

The stinging clap surprised Scarlet, who let out a yelp of pain and shock before remembering her orders.

“One, M-Mommy!” She tensed, unsure if she had counted quick enough. She marveled at how good the sting felt in the moments between spanks, and how the thrust of her member against the diaper beneath her increased her enjoyment. The question of if she had answered in a timely fashion was answered by another stinging slap to her ass.

“Two, Mommy!”

Emilia giggled to herself, Scarlet turning her head to look at the woman tormenting her bottom. The same sadistic grin was plastered across Emilia’s face, and it sent a chill up Scarlet’s spine. The sting wasn’t too bad yet, merely surprising, and Emilia clearly knew.

*SMACK* “Three, Mommy!”

*SMACK SMACK* “Four Five, Mommy!” They were coming faster. They were certainly coming harder than before. Scarlet was remiss to admit she enjoyed the thrusting each spank encouraged into the diaper. She reflexively kicked and bucked at the quick instances of pain but as she began counting ‘twenty, Mommy’, she was almost…disappointed?

She had seen images and videos of women sobbing and flailing in pain, desperate to get away from their dominant torturer. Now she was on ‘thirty, Mommy’, and was in some pain, sure. But she was more humiliated than anything. This was compounded by the fact that she realized part of her WANTED that catharsis of tears and pain. Surely, that was a ridiculous thing to want? How would Emilia find her sexy if she was sobbing, makeup strewn and wailing like a toddler. The thought made her sensitive member throb against the padding.

“Forty, Mommy!” Scarlet cried out, trying not to give away her realization. She hissed in pain before letting out a contented sigh, feeling sharp nails slowly drag across her reddened bottom.

“How are we doing, princess?” Emilia was kind in her words but the pet name was accusatory, a challenge. Emilia was telling her surely you’re already done. You can’t handle what I’m really capable of.

Scarlet was unsure of how to answer for a moment, not wanting to invite more pain, yet wanting to impress the sadistic woman who held her over her knees.

“G-good, Mommy. I like it,” she finally settled on, trying to split the difference.

“Still green, my little princess?”

She nodded affirmative, stinging bottom still being lightly scratched in return. Scarlet absentmindedly brought her legs up and swayed. Had she noticed her own movements, she would be reminded of a teenage girl in a sitcom, kicking her feet as she tied up the phone line. Instead, only Emilia saw the precious sight.

“Someone is a little masochist. I have to say, I am impressed. You have a much higher pain tolerance than I expected.”

The praise warmed Scarlet’s chest again, still throbbing slightly in her crotch.

“Thank you. Did you really think I would be a wimp?” She smirked confidently, looking over her shoulder to her tormentor.

“I have been quite lax on the baby talk, since you were just counting. Try again.” Emilia matched Scarlet’s smirk.

Scarlet felt her face go red, any sense of matching her date blow for blow lost.

“Did yoo…weally think I wasn’t tuff?” she finally settled on what she hoped would be just enough to satisfy Emilia, and spare her burning cheeks.

“Just the impression I got from you. You seem like the type that wanted to scream and cry and kick but here you are. Just a kitten in my lap as Mommy scratches your red little butt.” Emilia gave one of Scarlet’s cheeks a quick squeeze, causing the submissive to squeal and giggle.

“Shall we finish? I will go a bit harder here at the end but nothing crazy for your first.” Emilia returned to dragging her manicured nails across Scarlet’s bottom.

She really does know what she’s doing.

“Yes, Mommy. Do I keep counting?” Scarlet turned her face away, resting her head in her hands on the edge of the bed.

“From Forty-one, yes.”

The nails left Scarlet’s bottom, Emilia clearly winding up for another spank. The anticipation hurt more than the eventual *SMACK*

“Forty-one, Mommy!” Scarlet was stunned for a moment by the impact, harder than before. The contrast generated by allowing her stinging butt to cool for a moment had made these new hits much more severe.

*SMACK* “Forty-two, Mommy!”

*SMACK* “Forty-three, Mommy!”

*SMACK* “Forty-four, Mommy!”

*SMACK* “Forty-five, Mommy!”

The pattern was becoming clear, Emilia was giving three spanks on one cheek and then the other, building in intensity drastically. Scarlet’s backside blistered with heat and pain, more intense than anything she was used to.

Scarlet admirably kept count, barely making it in time as the pain increased. Fifty, Fifty-one, Fifty-two.

At “Fifty-eight, Mommy!” she was panting, wincing in pain at Emilia throwing a fake-out, the simple movement of air against her butt renewing the stinging sensation. She could not cry, but she was much closer to thrashing than she was before.

“What’s the matter? Can my bunny not take the heat?” Emilia resumed the delicate scratching, the deep green nails dragging sharp sensations up from the depths. “What color, dear? Mommy does not want to write a check tonight.” Her tone again was degrading but with the barest hint of admiration.

Her patronizing only improved Scarlet’s resolve.

“GREEN!” She cried, perhaps a little too eagerly. “Green! I can take more. I said sixty-five, I can take sixty-five.” Her bottom burned in pain, her face and ears burned in humiliation, but in her chest, there was the defiant fire. “I know you’re not hitting as hard as you can.”

This defiant fire smoldered, refused to let herself be a pushover; whether for her parents, or her friends, or her coworkers, or for Emilia, or for Barb-

*SMACK* “Fifty-nine!” She balled her fists tight, the pain pushing her to run, but she held tight for the follow up…that didn’t come. Scarlet realized her mistake.

“Mommy! Fifty-nine, Mommy!”

There was another tense pause. Scarlet knew she messed up.

“I will not be so forgiving next time.” Emilia’s voice sent chills down Scarlet’s spine again, shivering in the wind despite the heat emanating from her ass.

“Six more. Can you do it? For me, princess?” Emilia’s tone was full of smug self-satisfaction, she knew she was driving Scarlet to the brink. Emilia knew she had already won.

“Yes, Mommy.” Scarlet seethed, the pain and pleasure building as she absently began grinding into the padding and Emilia’s lap.

*SMACK* “SIXTY, MOMMY!” The swings came hard and fast, like Emilia was trying to break the bones in her hand. Scarlet cried out with each hit, white knuckling the sheets beneath Emilia. Her hand rained down until she was within sight of the goal.

*SMACK* “Sixty-four, Mommy.”

*SMACK!* “sixty-five, mommy.” She had done it. Her voice was hoarse, her backside burned, she thought she may have even ripped holes in Emilia’s sheets. But she survived.

Scarlet felt her body being moved, scooped up in Emilia’s arms, before she had time to so much as exhale. She found herself straddling Emilia’s lap, arms wrapped tightly around her and soothing whispers in her ear.

“You did it, honey. Just breathe now. We can take a break. Just breathe.” It could have been an order, and Scarlet may have even preferred it. She was still in a floating headspace, humiliated, swimming in endorphins, and reveling in the tender touch of the woman who had been the mastermind of the previous two.

Emilia rubbed circles on her back, and Scarlet started matching her breaths. Emilia’s other hand went back to gently scratching her stinging bottom, and Scarlet couldn’t help but let out another content, ragged sigh.

“Such a good girl. I am quite proud, Scarlet.”

“Yeah? I did good?” Scarlet’s eyes were half closed, she slurred her words. She’d never felt this good in her life. She hugged Emilia tight.

“You really did, bunny. You did so good for me. Good girl.”

They sat there in that embrace, Emilia holding Scarlet tight and Scarlet slowly letting her adrenaline fall, her breath even out, for god knows how long. Scarlet felt like she was unanchored from tactile reality, floating away from her humiliation, pain, discomfort. She was in heaven.

“How are you feeling dear? I could tell that was your first.” Emilia squeezed Scarlet again after not too long, before leaning back to look the spankee in the eyes.

“I…I’m good.” Her voice was shaky, still coming back to her body. “That…was really good.”

“It looked like it felt good.” Emilia brought a hand up, patting Scarlet’s cheek.

That brought her the rest of the way. That same belittling. The Emilia she knew.

“Do I…Do I need to do anything else before we…keep going?” Scarlet’s throat was scratchy, dried out from her scream-counting. But she was proud she hadn’t cried.

“It sounds like you need some water. Go ahead and sit on the bed, dear.” Emilia gently shifted Scarlet from her lap to the downy comforter, somehow STILL not soft enough for Scarlet’s stinging bottom. Emilia grabbed a cool glass from her nightstand. Scarlet drank deeply, the cool crisp water refreshed her.

“Are you ready? I am going to undress you once you are.”

Scarlet nodded, the eagerness betrayed in her speed. She had a nagging doubt as to why she needed to be undressed.

“Good. Arms up.” Emilia ordered, sitting down behind Scarlet to begin unzipping her dress.

Scarlet complied, arms rising overhead as the dress began peeling away from her. Her skin was slick with sweat she didn’t know had been collecting. It wasn’t entirely dissimilar to lovers undressing each other, until-

“Good girl. Mommy’s got you.” Emilia began tugging at the sleeves of the dress, and Scarlet felt herself melt at the dominant woman’s touch.

Next came her bra, the matching pink satin to her discarded panties.

“So cute. You thought you were a big girl?” Emilia unsnapped the bra and pulled it free.

“Y-yes, Mommy.” She whimpered as the bra fell to the bed, then was tossed into a pile with her dress and underwear. She was exposed, naked in front of her boss, the woman who had just beat her butt.

“Well that cannot be, right? No big girls sharing my bed with me. I just see a nakey baby.”

Scarlet cringed to herself, hating how much the phrase cemented her enjoyment of the treatment. She felt Emilia’s hands reach for her shoulders, and her body being gently guided backwards, until she was on her back. Emilia reached for the open diaper, left at the edge of the bed momentarily with a small dark stain of Scarlet’s making. Emilia smiled down at her, that same poisoned honey grin.

The crinkling diaper was brought over into Scarlet’s view, and Emilia fluffed it thoroughly. The plain white padding crinkled loudly and grew thicker before Scarlet’s eyes as she watched in amazement. Emilia gave her a tap on the hip, making Scarlet lift her bottom off the bed, so she could slide the diaper beneath her date. Emilia took a moment to look at her ass, confusing Scarlet before she was gently pushed back to the bed. Admiring her handiwork, it finally occurred to her.

“There we go, babygirl. Is it nice and soft on your sore little butt?” Emilia’s smirk of satisfaction had returned, belittling Scarlet who blushed in response.

She wasn’t wrong. It did extremely well to cushion and comfort her stinging bottom. But that didn’t mean she wanted to be in a diaper, imagining orgasm being even more difficult than before. Emilia got to task bringing the front up between her legs, making Scarlet’s heart race. She was going to be trapped inside that thing for god knows how long, and she feared the barrier between her and her private parts.

The crinkling plastic came up between Scarlet’s legs, gently folding up to her stomach, rising high to her belly button. Her sensitive member, still vaguely aroused, was enclosed inside, sealed tight with each tape. While it was soft and tenderly held the twitching girldick, it was now almost for her own pleasure as it was for Emilia’s. Her heart rate increased further. It felt like a pillow between her legs and she could no longer have her knees touch.

“There we go, baby. All padded up.” Emilia reached down to pat Scarlet’s diapered butt, an embarrassingly intimate sense of calm flowering inside Scarlet’s chest. Emilia gave her no time to languish, as she then groped Scarlet’s covered crotch.

Scarlet let out an involuntary moan, her girldick pressed firmly into the soft padding. The feeling was overwhelming, accentuated by the chorus of crinkles that reminded Scarlet; you’re just a baby. Helpless without Mommy, even for pleasure.

Emilia continued rubbing, evoking memories of being touched through a pair of short shorts on more than one occasion after well received dates. But now, rather than an affirmation that this new paramour found her sexy and wanted to make her feel good….it was that and a nice neat bow of humiliation.

“Does that feel good, pretty baby? Do you wanna make cummies for Mommy?” Emilia’s belittling was somehow exacerbating Scarlet’s arousal.

She hated it. She loved it. She hated that she loved it. She wanted to cum more than anything. She moaned louder as Emilia’s graceful hands met Scarlet’s puffy pink nipples, pinching hard. She kept pinching, kneading her breasts, and rubbing until Scarlet finally answered.

“Yes, pwease, Mommy.” She whined, pathetic puppy dog eyes forming from sincere desperation.

“What a good girl I have here!” She said with faux joy. Rather, she was truly joyful, but not at praising Scarlet. More so joy in making her mewl in pleading whimpers.

“You need to be edged, first. Remember?” Emilia stood back up off the bed, sly smirk and devilish eyes still locked with Scarlet’s. She hated her. She wanted nothing more than to kiss those beautiful dimples and grind against her hand until she came.

Scarlet whined again, and sat back, waiting to puzzle what Emilia was doing. Scarlet’s eyes went wide as she watched Emilia undress. Her jacket was already gone, but she slowly undid her corset, removing her blouse and pants. Her black underwear matched, lacy and made Scarlet’s heart race. These too Emilia slid off, leaving them in a small pile. Scarlet couldn’t help gawk at the beauty of Emilia’s dark, pierced nipples and the supple slit that awaited her under a neat bush.

“You can grind while you work, but you’re going to eat Mommy out,” Emilia began. She sat on the bed, laying back against the headboard and the mountain of deep royal purple pillows. “When you get close, you may ask for permission to make cummies. If you do so without permission, you will not be happy with the outcome.”

Scarlet nodded, shaking in anticipation, for the potential punishment, the permission to grind, and the moment she got to lick Emilia’s precious clit. She crawled to her boss, her tormentor, her domme? She lowered herself between Emilia’s thighs.

“May I begin, Mommy?” Her shaking had worsened, and now that she was lying on her stomach, her crotch was pressed into the pillow wrapped around her middle and further pressed into the bed.

“You may. Keep being my good girl, and you will be rewarded, bunny.” Emilia cupped Scarlet’s face with one hand. Her gold eyes shined in the low moonlight coming through the windows.

Scarlet eagerly set about her work, one hand gently thumbing Emilia’s clit as her tongue began tentatively rising and falling between her folds. Emilia let out a low, satisfied sigh, letting her head roll back to look at the ceiling. Scarlet wanted more than anything to kiss her, or her gorgeous pierced nipples, but settled on kissing her pussy before redoubling her efforts. Her thumb now circling, her tongue now going deeper, she watched, listened, to Emilia’s body responding to her efforts. Scarlet felt Emilia’s shoulders relax, but her thighs tense. It was hitting the spot. She grinded slowly, pressing her body weight into the bed. The only difference between her teenage years discovering masturbation and now was the humiliating tell-tale crinkle of the diaper. She felt her face go red, and told herself it was the heat from Emilia’s wet sex.

Emilia was quickly gripping the headboard, white knuckling as another gently explored Scarlet’s hair. She was sighing and moaning louder now, with the occasional muttered ‘good girl.’ Scarlet kicked her feet in the air happily at the praise, and went deeper, faster, harder, wanting nothing more than to earn more.

It did not take long for the hand in Scarlet’s hair to grip tight. But there was an issue. Emilia was definitely approaching orgasm, but so was Scarlet. She felt herself approaching the edge. She could even finish if she was quick about it and gave a few rapid pumps. Would Emilia be able to tell if she came without permission?

She erred on the side of submission, the thought of confessing somehow even hotter.

“Emi-er, Mommy. Mommy, I’m getting close.” She pleaded, not taking her fingers away from Emilia’s clit.

“Oh? Is there something you want to ask me, little one?” Emilia’s eyebrows rose, but she could not keep her poker face while this aroused. She had no intention of letting Scarlet cum this soon.

“May I make cummies, Mommy?”

“NO.” Her words seemed to echo throughout the luxurious house, crushing Scarlet’s heart even though she already suspected.

“You do not have permission to cum. You will finish me off and then I will make you cum. Understood?”

Emilia’s authoritative words made Scarlet shiver in arousal. She slowed her grinding, nodding affirmatively, and obediently dived back into her task. Had she not been so aroused, she might have remembered she wasn’t going to be punished for breaking rules tonight. Even so, she probably would have obeyed.

Scarlet had plenty of experience eating pussy. Emilia’s hands quickly returned to Scarlet’s hair, white knuckling handfuls, making her wince in pleasure. Emilia moaned, louder each time, rising to match her own climax, until finally Scarlet felt the hot wet orgasm reach her mouth. The sex juices did not disturb her, as she slowed her work to gently let her partner back down from her orgasm.

“You did very well, dear. You are quite full of surprises,” Emilia panted, still flush as she came down from her high point.

Scarlet lifted her head, face still slick with sex and kicking her feet at the praise.

“I’m glad you liked it,” she giggled. Normally after her partner came, Scarlet was filled with the pride of an experienced and generous lover, but this was different. She was given a task and purpose, which she fulfilled with excellence. Her face turned red with arousal again.

“And now,” Emilia was still catching her breath. “Now we will take care of you. Grab a towel from that nightstand and open the middle drawer, please?”

Scarlet nodded, crawling over to the far side of the bed, crinkling with each movement as she grabbed the dark towel atop. She tried to suppress her embarrassed blush at the infantile noises and draped the towel over one shoulder and then pulled the middle drawer.

It was the largest cordless vibrator she had ever seen. Her heart pounded with excitement.

“I can tell you found it. Bring it here as well.” Emilia ordered.

Scarlet, still shaking with anticipation and face red with arousal, grabbed the monster sex toy and slid back over to Emilia. The dominant woman took both the towel and the vibrator, and began gently wiping Scarlet’s face to clean the juices from it. Not without a quick kiss however, where Scarlet was certain Emilia tasted herself.

Once she was done, Emilia pointed to the spot between her legs again.

“Kneel,” she gave a bright smile with the order. “You can thrust into it, but I am in control. You must still ask permission, in baby talk. Understand?”

Scarlet hesitated, overwhelmed for the moment. She had been horny for hours now. Lesbian sex lasted a long time, sure, but with the foreplay on their date at Sharkie’s, the ride back where Emilia kept petting Scarlet’s thigh, the kiss in her office and everything that had transpired in the bedroom? Scarlet was ready to burst.

She nodded, “y-yes, Mommy. I have to ask pewmission,” she stumbled through the baby babble.

“Good.” Emilia took a hand, lightly petting the back of Scarlet’s head. “You are so close dear. Do not fail me in the final sprint.” Her eyes were serious, sincere, like she was pleading with Scarlet. Don’t disappoint me, her golden eyes said.

With a click, the vibrator sprang to life, buzzing loudly, and Emilia lowered it with the gravitas of a guillotine. Scarlet couldn’t help but breathe hard as it neared, until finally, she was microscopically close to making contact. Emilia paused. Scarlet looked up to Emilia in confusion.

She was smiling. She had pulled another trick. Scarlet’s heart stopped.

Emilia pressed the vibrator into Scarlet’s padded crotch, already slick on the inside with precum that had yet to be absorbed. Scarlet’s face was frozen in a moan that refused to leave her throat.

She had no control over her muscles. Every instinct was to try and press herself harder into the buzzing toy. As she tried, Emilia pressed harder as well, before gently making the vibrator rise and fall the length of Scarlet’s girldick.

Scarlet couldn’t remember the last time sex felt this good. She tightened every muscle she could to try and hold in the pending orgasm.

She finally gave a shuddering moan, loud, loud enough she thought she’d wake the neighbors. Scarlet didn’t care, she thought only of finally earning permission to cum.

With another click, the vibrator stopped. Her eyes shot up to Emilia’s, and just as Scarlet was about to whine pathetically, Emilia clicked it again. This time the buzzing was louder, faster, harder, against Scarlet’s crotch.

Scarlet’s legs locked, shaking hard in pleasure, she almost collapsed into Emilia’s arms, instead wrapping her hands behind Emilia’s neck for support. Emilia laughed like Scarlet had told a joke.

“Goooood girl! Are you getting close? Do you want to make cummies for Mommy?” Emilia’s voice gave the faux pity of a teacher comforting a child with a skinned knee.

Scarlet had never been more turned on.

“YES! Yes,” she began, the shaking extending to her voice. “Pwease, Mommy. Pwease! Pwease can I make cummies?” Scarlet closed her eyes, and began thrusting into the vibrator, her diaper humming and crinkling as she did.

“Hmmmmm.” Scarlet could feel Emilia shift, moving, but couldn’t open her eyes. She couldn’t take Emilia’s patronizing gaze. “I think you have earned it. Go ahead, pretty girl. Make all the cummies you can. Fill that diaper up for Mommy.”

Scarlet couldn’t have held back even if she wanted to. The tone, the ridiculous, cutesy names, it was too much. Scarlet leaned back, finally releasing the tight muscles all over, finally allowed to reach her own climax. Her face was hot, her body quivering and covered in sweat. Humiliation ran down to her core, being turned on by belittling baby talk and cumming in a diaper. She didn’t care. She came, hard. Eyes rolled back, a screaming moan escaping her mouth, high and sweet. She shot her hot load into her padding.

After a moment, a quiet *click*

Scarlet opened her eyes in a flash, finally coming down. Her pulse was pounding, her cum only just now finished pumping into her diaper.

Emilia was sitting there, bright eyed, dimples in full bloom as she gave a triumphant, full smile. She had all her predator’s teeth on display as she spun her phone around in her hand for Scarlet to see.

Scarlet saw a picture of herself. Her back was arched like she was making porn, her face was flush, nipples pointy, and an obvious tent in her obvious diaper up against the vibrator.

A little photoshoot tonight. My own private scrapbook of the night ahead, so I can always remember it.

Scarlet felt the hot humiliation fill her, her face somehow getting hotter and redder. She couldn’t help but smile. She covered her face, an embarrassed smile obvious. Another *click*

Scarlet laughed, diving into Emilia’s soft chest to hide, and she felt Emilia shift again. She dared to peek a singular eye up and out, still smiling in embarrassment. Emilia took one final picture, a horizontal selfie of the two of them. Scarlet’s smile was obvious, her diaper as well. It was cute.

Emilia whispered, giggling down to Scarlet as she set her phone down, “you did it, Scarlet. You did it all. I am so proud of my good girl.” She kissed Scarlet on the lips, bringing back the smell of Emilia’s sex for both women. The kiss was both a passionate expression of arousal as well as pride in Scarlet. When Scarlet was released, Emilia guided her head to rest on her lover’s chest.

Scarlet looked up to Emilia, the proud woman began petting Scarlet’s hair, soothing her, despite her racing heart.

“I did good?”

“You did well,” she teasingly admonished. “And yes, you did very well. Such a good girl for Mommy.” Emilia squeezed her, making her feel tinier than she ever had in her six foot frame.

“Thank you, Mommy.” Scarlet slowly felt the adrenaline leave her system. Emilia continued petting her, and once the pair had calmed; naked, save for Scarlet’s diaper, limbs intertwined, and extremely satisfied both emotionally and physically, Emilia brought the comforter up and over them.

“Sleep tight, princess. You earned it.” Emilia kissed the top of her head.

Scarlet slept better that night than she had in over a year. Like a baby.