Part One: A Surprise Visit from Momma

From mid August to late May, Siobhan's life revolved around her job as a middle school drama teacher. She was well respected in her community, and well liked by her former and current students. After all, drama and speech were easy A classes, so the kids didn't resent her the way they did their tyrannical English and math teachers, always after them for homework. Siobhan put a lot of time into the seasonal productions, and while it was mostly fun, it was also a lot of work.

The spring play was always a relief for Siobhan. That early May, they'd put on The Man From La Mancha, and the final performance drew a large crowd. When she took a sheepish bow with the kids, she was handed an unusually large bouquet of roses. She normally got a small bouquet of daisies or tulips from the parents of her cast, but two dozen blood red roses was too much. She forced a smile as the house lights went up, knowing that she was glowing.

She put the roses aside and helped the kids to dismantle the simple set and gather up their things. "Cast party next Friday," she reminded them. She was distracted as she addressed them all on stage, glancing at the crowd of waiting parents. When the kids left, she knew who would remain.

But the auditorium was silent as Siobhan gathered her own things, and the mysterious bouquet of roses. No card; the flowers from the parents, carnations with a "thank you" card, had been put aside for her, upstaged by the surprise gift. Siobhan balanced the flowers in her arms, her bag slung over her shoulder, as she locked up.

She was waiting outside of the school as Siobhan left the building. The last of the parents were pulling out of the parking lot; they were alone. Siobhan felt the color rush to her face again. "Hi, Momma," she said.

"Hello, sweetheart." Siobhan hadn't seen Momma since Christmas. During the long stretch between New Years and summer break, with so much to do, she tried not to think about how much she missed her. But she couldn't help her tears when Momma stepped forward and kissed her softly. "It's all right, dolly. Momma's missed you, too."

"Why haven't you called me, Momma?" Siobhan asked timidly, unable to hide her hurt feelings. At least when Momma called her on Skype or with FaceTime, they could see each other. But they hadn't even done that, and had hardly talked at all, in months. Siobhan had wanted to call Momma so many times, but that was against the rules.

"I'm sorry, dolly," Momma said. "You know how busy things get." Momma was a gynecologist; that's how they'd met years ago, before Siobhan had taken her current job and had moved. Still, in the three years since Siobhan had moved away, they'd always stayed in touch during the school year, even getting together on an occasional weekend. Siobhan had been afraid that Momma wanted to end their relationship. She was so relieved to see her.

Momma smiled kindly. She was twelve years older than 28-year-old Siobhan, but you'd only know it by her confidence and tendencies to nurture. Momma kept to a strict workout schedule, and it was only by her influence that Siobhan did the same. Momma was so hot that Siobhan still found her intimidating, even though they'd been lovers for years.

"Did you really come all this way just to see me?" Siobhan asked.

"Of course, dolly. I've been thinking about you a lot. I couldn't wait three more weeks to see you."

Since moving, Siobhan would go and stay with Momma during her summer breaks. She wasn't a respected, well-liked teacher during the summer, but Momma's little dolly bitch slave. Siobhan had been Momma's submissive whore for a few months before moving, just a casual thing. Siobhan hadn't even been her only one. But when she'd told Momma that she was moving, she was visibly crushed. Strangely enough, they'd gotten more serious since she'd moved away. Siobhan thought that their relationship was perfect for her needs, but the last few months of no contact had been difficult.

"Let's go to my place," Siobhan suggested, eager to see what Momma had planned for her. "You can follow me."

"You'll ride with Momma," she said, in her way that allowed for no discussion. Without a thought about her used Camry, which would be fine overnight in the school parking lot, Siobhan got into the front seat of Momma's Lexus. She was surprised that Momma didn't need any directions to her house.

"I was over there earlier," Momma revealed. "I did a little cleaning. My dolly's been a messy bitch, hasn't she?"

Siobhan was embarrassed, but she said, "I've been working 12 hour days for the last two weeks for this play. It was really nice of you to clean up after me, Momma. Thank you." Siobhan had given a key to her house to Momma two years ago, but she was surprised at how she used it. Momma didn't even clean up after herself; she hired a maid service, even when Siobhan was staying with her.

"It was my very great pleasure, dolly," Momma said. "Do you remember how to thank Momma properly?"

Siobhan smiled as she reached a hand down into Momma's lap. She was wearing a short black dress that showed off her toned, freckled legs. Siobhan trembled slightly as she pulled up Momma's skirt, revealing her pussy, covered in finely groomed red hair. Being a gyno, Momma took care of herself; she just didn't like to wear underwear sometimes. Momma put a hand on the back of Siobhan's head, encouraging her to go down.

Siobhan didn't need much encouragement. She stuck out her tongue and eagerly lapped at Momma's slit, running her tongue slowly over her clit before plunging her tongue into Momma's clenched hole. Momma was dripping wet already, and Siobhan sucked at her juices, feeling Momma shudder with appreciation.

Siobhan sucked and licked Momma expertly, getting her to come with a high shriek of joy before Momma had pulled onto her street. Siobhan was sitting up and wiping her face as they pulled into her driveway. Siobhan took her garage door opener out of her bag, and Momma pulled in.

Momma kissed Siobhan slowly, her tongue stroking hers briefly, before they got out of the car. "That was a nice welcome," Momma said softly. Siobhan held her breath; Momma was so sexy, so stunning, she couldn't wait to worship her.

"That was just for cleaning up," Siobhan said. "I still need to thank you for the roses."

"I hope you didn't have plans for tomorrow," Momma said. It was Sunday, but there was a teacher comp day that Monday; Siobhan purposely scheduled the spring play to close that weekend so she'd have a day to relax.

She smiled. "No, Momma. I'm all yours."

They went into Siobhan's small, ranch style house. She was luckier than many young people, especially as a teacher, to be able to afford such a nice place. The only child of an only child, she'd come into a bit of a windfall when her grandfather died. Her father, disowned by his widower father for marrying a man, was cut out of the will. Siobhan hadn't even known the old man, and as an idealistic 20-year-old had wanted to donate it all to the NAACP or the Boys and Girls Club. But her parents talked her out of it, and her stepfather Gary, an accountant, had helped her to put it to good use. 28, with her own house and no debt...not too bad. And she had to admit, without that money she probably wouldn't have been able to be a drama teacher; until her inheritance, she'd considered being an English teacher. Being a drama teacher didn't have as much security, but Siobhan had switched majors, and was glad she had. She now had a full time job at a school district that was proud of its arts programs, so even the drama programs at the middle schools were generously funded.

The only thing that would make it perfect, Siobhan sometimes thought, would be if Momma lived nearby. But she enjoyed their summers together, and was excited to spend even a couple of nights and one whole day with her. They'd been apart for too long.

Momma must have spent hours cleaning, because the house was spotless. Siobhan knew better than to offer to serve Momma something to eat or drink; Momma liked to maintain their usual dynamic, even when she was a guest in Siobhan's home. Siobhan didn't have to be told to take her clothes off. In spite of her busy schedule, her legs and pussy were shaved bare. Siobhan proudly took off her flouncy light pink skirt and her matching panties before stripping off her white blouse and bra.

Momma eyed Siobhan, her naked dolly, with approval, stepping toward her to grope her big tits. Siobhan had never liked her DD tits until she met petite Momma. "Such a big girl," she'd marveled the first time they'd hooked up, stroking her hard button nipples. Momma liked to punish Siobhan's big tits, which Siobhan longed for as Momma groped roughly, kissing her again as they stood in the kitchen.

On Momma's prompting, Siobhan went to her knees. "When was the last time this dolly ate?" Momma asked.

"This morning, Momma," Siobhan admitted hesitantly, knowing that Momma would be upset to hear it. Siobhan wasn't usually so negligent to her basic needs, but she'd had a lot to do that day.

Indeed, Momma frowned at her. "Naughty dolly," she scolded. "And there was hardly any food in the house until I went shopping this afternoon. How is a little dolly to live on Parmesan cheese and mustard? Unless you've been eating disgusting fast food."

Siobhan hung her head, biting back a smile. Momma, a doctor, was always worrying about her health. Momma said, "I thought so. Lazy dolly. Momma will have to teach you better."

"Yes, Momma," Siobhan said, excited for the punishment she would surely receive later. Her nipples were already getting harder at the thought; Siobhan shuddered as a fabulous chill ran through her body. Momma smiled down at her.

"You really have missed Momma, haven't you?" Momma asked. Siobhan looked up at the beautiful woman who dominated her, her small, tight bod and her shapely ass, her long red hair and creamy skin. Siobhan's eyes filled briefly with tears. She only nodded in response, her throat tightening. Momma frowned. "Oh, dolly," she said. "I'm sorry I haven't called. Momma has been very busy with the new practice. I haven't been playing with any other pretty dollies."

Siobhan was relieved. She knew that Momma could have anyone she wanted; she never expected to be her only one. Momma said, "Has my little dolly been playing around?"

"There's no one else, Momma," Siobhan said truthfully. "There's never been anyone else."

Momma beamed with pleasure. "Good little dolly," she declared. They proceeded to fall into their usual routine together. Siobhan crouched on the floor nearby as Momma set to work making dinner. Siobhan liked to look up at Momma while she cooked, eagerly, like a small child or a little pet. Momma occasionally glanced down at her as she stood at the stove, giving Siobhan a little smile and wink.

While Momma sat down at the table, Siobhan knelt at her feet, trembling with excitement. She loved being Momma's good dolly, her little bitch pet. She loved to eat from Momma's hand; Momma had whipped up a quick spaghetti dinner, which made a ridiculous mess when Siobhan ate without her hands, as Momma liked. They laughed together throughout the meal. When Momma had eaten enough, the plate went on the floor for Siobhan to finish off. Instinctively, Siobhan kept her hands behind her back as she dipped her face into the plate, sloppily eating the portion that remained.

When she looked up again, Momma laughed heartily at her messy face. "Momma's dirty pig bitch," Momma declared gleefully. She put the plate in the sink before leading Siobhan (who crawled like a good pet) to the other end of the house, to the master bedroom, and into the bathroom. "It must be this little whore's bath time, isn't it?" Momma asked.

"Yes, Momma. Will you wash this dirty bitch, please?"

"Of course, dolly." Siobhan's master bathroom had a large whirlpool tub, an advantage of buying a newer home, she supposed. It was big enough that she and Momma could bathe together. As soon as Momma had turned on the water to fill the large tub, she helped Siobhan to her feet. “Will you help Momma out of her dress, dolly?” Momma turned around and gathered her long hair into her arms. She looked at Siobhan over her shoulder.

“Yes, Momma.” Siobhan unzipped Momma’s black dress. Momma let her hair down as she slipped out of the sleeveless dress, letting it drop to her feet. Momma wore a little black bra and a black slip under her dress. Siobhan watched Momma pull her silk slip back over her head and toss it aside, and Siobhan unhooked her bra. When Momma spun back around to face her, she stood a couple of inches taller; Momma was still wearing her tall black heels.

“Go ahead, dolly. Play with Momma’s tits,” Momma said, and Siobhan didn’t need to be told twice. She stroked Momma’s nipples, so small and red. Momma had the sort of body that Siobhan, who always felt awkward with her big tits and huge nipples, always thought was perfect. Momma’s tits were small and perky, pale with perfect red rosebud nipples. Siobhan couldn’t resist bending down and taking a nipple into her mouth, sucking lightly, as Momma liked. Momma moaned, her hands in Siobhan’s dark hair as she removed the hair tie that kept her locks back in a tight bun. Siobhan’s style was much simpler (you might even say a bit sloppier) than Momma’s; Momma was always neat and glamorous, while Siobhan preferred to be relaxed. But of course, she most liked being naked for Momma’s pleasure.

As Siobhan sucked Momma’s tit and squeezed the other gently, she reached her free hand down Momma’s thigh, touching her lightly as she reached for Momma’s pussy again. Momma stepped away and scolded her lightly. “No, no, dolly. Did this bitch get permission?”

“No, Momma.”

Momma stepped to her again. “Bend.” Siobhan bit her lip to keep from giggling as she bent over, grabbing the edge of the tub and sticking her ass in the air. She gasped in delight as Momma slapped her ass, hard, several times. “Naughty dolly,” she scolded. She slapped her a couple more times, and Siobhan winced, her ass stinging. That was just a taste of what Momma would give her later, and she couldn’t wait.

“Stand up.” Siobhan obeyed slowly, her ass raw. Momma was a small woman, to be sure, but she was very strong. Siobhan feigned a remorseful look as Momma touched her face. “You’ve become a naughty dolly without Momma around,” she observed. Siobhan nodded eagerly in agreement. “Will Momma have to spend the whole summer retraining this bitch?”

“This whore needs punishment, Momma,” Siobhan agreed. She almost couldn’t help giggling. Momma didn’t suppress a smile.

“You’re lucky to have a Momma who cares so much. I only want you to be a good girl, sweetheart,” Momma said. They kissed again; Siobhan loved nothing more than pressing her body against Momma’s and making out with her, their tongues intertwining, Siobhan following Momma’s lead. At random times, when Siobhan was alone, or even in the middle of the day sometimes, she would get a craving for Momma’s mouth, to be with her…she’d get so wet that she’d have to find the nearest bathroom and clean up, rubbing herself a little to relieve some of the pressure. She’d really missed her Momma.

When they parted again, Siobhan whispered, “Thank you, Momma.”

“You’re welcome, dolly.” Momma turned off the water. “Bath time!” she declared cheerfully.

They played a little in the tub, but Momma intended for them to wash up quickly. Siobhan sat still as Momma scrubbed her face lovingly. Momma smiled and put the washcloth aside. “There’s my clean dolly,” she cooed. “My pretty little bitch.” They kissed again, and Siobhan couldn’t resist the urge to touch Momma’s tits again, floating on the water.

Momma playfully slapped Siobhan’s wrists. “You’ve already forgotten your spanking,” she sighed. “When we’re all finished, Momma’s going to have to tie up those naughty hands.”

Siobhan was eager to be bound for her Momma. That was what had started their relationship in the first place: Siobhan’s desire to be tied up and dominated. Momma had noticed this when Siobhan had come to her first appointment at her office. Siobhan had noticed right away how sexy her new gynecologist was, and she’d flushed as she’d been led back to the office.

Dr. Nancy White had taken notice of her attractive new patient as well. Big tits, and a bookish style, with her thick glasses and her tight sweater; Dr. Nancy thought she was awfully cute. She’d noticed Siobhan’s trembling as she was laid back in the stir-ups. She’d thought the young woman was nervous. “Just relax,” she’d said with a kindly smile.

“Oh, I’m just…” Siobhan felt so awkward. She didn’t know what to say; what would this sexy woman, who undoubtedly had a sexy rich doctor husband and beautiful children, think if she knew she was turned on by being in this helpless position in her presence? Siobhan had never felt this way about her previous doctor, a fat grandmotherly sort; she’d only had to hold back her laughter the first time this precious thing had started talking so casually about anal sex. Siobhan wondered if any of Dr. Nancy’s other patients got so flustered.

Dr. Nancy read Siobhan clearly then, and was especially certain when she noticed how wet Siobhan’s bare pussy was. She remarked on this, casually, and Siobhan flushed a bright red, not knowing what to say.

Their talk became more professional, as Siobhan revealed that her mother had died of ovarian cancer years before. “I take every precaution,” she said, and Dr. Nancy nodded her approval.

“Everything looks fine, and your records show you’ve never had any issues,” Dr. Nancy said after Siobhan was taken from the stir-ups. “How many sexual partners have you had?”

Siobhan explained that she’d been with two guys, years before; since then, just women, for a total of eight partners. “Any current partners?” Siobhan had just gotten out of a relationship before moving to the city. She had two part-time jobs, one for a local school district, another for a children’s theater company. If she didn’t have her grandfather’s money, she wouldn’t have moved to take the jobs, but it allowed her to be bold. Having just settled in, she was eager to get out and meet people, but Dr. Nancy was the first woman she’d met who’d really gotten her interest. Siobhan remembered thinking, fat chance of that!

She only said to Dr. Nancy, “Not currently, no. I just moved to town.”

“I like to throw a party for all of my patients every summer,” Dr. Nancy revealed. “You’re new, but considering your history, I’m sure I’ll be seeing a lot of you.” Was there something suggestive in that? Siobhan suddenly noticed that there was a picture of Dr. Nancy with two cute red-headed teenage boys on the wall, but none of her and a husband.

Dr. Nancy smiled when she saw Siobhan looking at the picture. “My nephews,” she said. “They’re good boys. They’d die if they knew their picture was hanging up in here.” Siobhan laughed with her, feeling relaxed for the first time since stepping into her office. “So, the party is at my place next Saturday,” Dr. Nancy continued. She gave her the information. “I’m sorry you don’t get a formal invitation, but I’d really like it if you came. Consider it a welcome…we like to consider ourselves a family around here.”

Siobhan’s own sudden thought of, you can be my Momma anytime, made her flush again. As though she’d read her thoughts, Dr. Nancy smiled. “I’ll be there,” Siobhan promised. “Thanks.” She left in a hurry, almost forgetting to leave her insurance information.

Siobhan had been nervous to go to Dr. Nancy’s party. She lived in kind of a ritzy suburb of the city; what would her clientele be dressed like? Siobhan lamented that she had nothing to wear, so in desperation, she went on a last minute shopping trip. She got a pink dress that was cut perhaps a little too low in the front, but it was cute and summery and plain, and she figured with a little jewelry she’d more or less blend in anywhere. On a whim, she also bought a pair of white high heels, completely impractical; in hindsight, a stupid move, as Siobhan never wore heels herself.

She arrived at Dr. Nancy’s house almost a half-hour after the scheduled starting time of the party. She had a large, circular driveway, and cars of varying quality were parked all around. Dr. Nancy’s red-headed nephews served as the valet service, and they greeted her with friendly smiles. Seeing Buicks parked beside Cadillacs, and the nice kids, helped Siobhan to relax, though she wobbled awkwardly in her new shoes as she went to the door.

Dr. Nancy stood there to greet her patients. She wore a short, dark-green dress, and Siobhan, surprised to see her right away, was taken aback by how gorgeous she was. Her red hair fell in loose waves past her shoulders. She moved easily in her fabulous heels, and her legs, oh, God…

“Siobhan!” Dr. Nancy greeted her enthusiastically, even kissing her on the cheek. “Welcome! I’m so glad you came. Your dress is so cute!” Was in Siobhan’s imagination, or was Dr. Nancy eyeing her cleavage? “And honey,” Dr. Nancy said in a low voice, “if you want, you can put your shoes in my bedroom. It’s okay.”

Siobhan was about to protest; had Dr. Nancy noticed how badly she walked in heels? She seemed to; she was giving her a teasing look. Siobhan was embarrassed, but Dr. Nancy was so nice, she had to smile. Dr. Nancy gave up her post by the door and led Siobhan upstairs. There were, in fact, several pairs of discarded heels on the floor. Siobhan gratefully stepped out of her white heels, sighing in audible relief.

“Let me introduce you to some of my younger patients,” Dr. Nancy insisted. She linked arms with Siobhan affectionately, and Siobhan hoped that they’d stay linked through the entire party. It wasn’t to be, but Siobhan did meet some other women in their 20s, even some young teachers like herself. The women, young and old, sipped drinks and relaxed around Dr. Nancy’s spacious living room, kitchen, and back yard. Siobhan eventually found herself out by Dr. Nancy’s pool, on her fifth cocktail as she flirted lightly with a blond woman.

Their conversation turned to the doctor herself. “I’ve been seeing Dr. Nancy since I was 19,” the young woman, Karen, revealed. “She’s really the best, only…”

“What?” Siobhan had been certain that she’d found the best gynecologist in the city. She’d done the research even before she’d moved, and had called Dr. Nancy’s office months in advance to book her first appointment. She didn’t want to learn now, after so much time and effort, that there was something wrong with her.

“Well, see,” Karen went on hesitantly, clearly even drunker than Siobhan, “Dr. Nancy, you’ve probably noticed that she’s really hot, right?” Siobhan could only laugh in embarrassment, so Karen went on. “Dr. Nancy doesn’t like to really talk about it, you know, as it could put her practice in jeopardy, but she’s gotten involved with patients in the past.”

Siobhan was suspicious. “Like you?” she asked boldly.

Karen rolled her eyes. “Can you blame me? It didn’t work out, but…you know, she’s the best, right?”

“How are we doing, girls?” Dr. Nancy herself had come up to them, putting an arm around each of the girl’s shoulders. Her smile was a little tight; she was worried about Siobhan talking to Karen.

“Just fine, Momma,” Karen said. “Oops!” She giggled as Dr. Nancy gave her a withering stare. Siobhan glanced down at her pink toenails, remembering the thought she’d had about Dr. Nancy before leaving her office.

“Karen, honey, I think you’ve had enough to drink,” Dr. Nancy said, her tone kindly but a little condescending. “How about you let me get you a cab, okay?”

“Could you get one of your nephews to take me?” Karen asked coyly. “They’re so cute.”

Dr. Nancy was fuming, but she kept her tone light. “Come on, Karen, let’s go wait in my room for your cab, okay? Siobhan, will you excuse us?”

“I’ll call the cab,” Siobhan said quickly, reaching for her phone. Dr. Nancy gave her a grateful smile as she steered Karen to the house. Siobhan wondered if Karen was on the point of becoming belligerent; she’d already started to spew her guts to Siobhan, a stranger. Maybe Dr. Nancy had gotten her out of there before she started yelling out her secrets to the whole party.

Siobhan kept to herself for a while as she had her sixth, and seventh, drinks. She wondered about Dr. Nancy, about her involvement with Karen. She looked around at the other women, wondering which of them had been with Dr. Nancy as well. She was sitting on the diving board, her feet dangling in the water, when Dr. Nancy found her again.

“Be careful,” Dr. Nancy said with a smile. Siobhan smiled back drunkenly, wondering what she was supposed to be careful about. She hardly remembered falling into the pool, just that she was soaking wet on Dr. Nancy’s bed. She heard some women laughing as she sat up in confusion, and they cheered for her.

“She’s okay,” Dr. Nancy told them all with a grin as she hugged Siobhan. Siobhan was so embarrassed; had she just ruined the whole party?

Suddenly, she and Dr. Nancy were the only ones in the closed bedroom. Dr. Nancy was slowly removing her dress. “I’m sorry,” Siobhan whispered, suddenly wanting to cry.

“Oh, honey, it’s all right,” Dr. Nancy said, laughing again. “Oh, sweetheart. Don’t worry. I’ve been having these parties for six years now, and this is the least crazy thing that’s ever gone down. And it’s not over yet; someone’s going to do something to top this, I promise you. God, I spend about as much on cab rides as I do on liquor for this thing.”

Siobhan noticed that she was naked, sprawled out on Dr. Nancy’s big bed. Dr. Nancy was touching her lightly, her soft hands running up and down her arms and her stomach, brushing against her rock hard nipples. Her whole body was covered in goose bumps. Siobhan shuddered. “Honey, I think you better rest for a bit,” Dr. Nancy whispered in her ear. Siobhan was surprised, and so thrilled, when Dr. Nancy began tying her wrists to the headboard. “You stay right here, and don’t do anything silly. We’ll have our own little party when everyone goes home. You’d like that?”

“Oh, yes,” Siobhan moaned, longing for Dr. Nancy to touch her again. She arched her hips. Dr. Nancy grinned.

“You’re so pretty, Siobhan. Such a pretty little doll. You’d like to be my pretty dolly, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes, yes,” Siobhan moaned again. Dr. Nancy smiled and stuffed a balled up stocking into Siobhan’s mouth. She put a finger to her lips and shushed her comically. Siobhan let out a muffled giggle, so drunk and turned on.

“Quiet, my little dolly. Get your rest. Momma’s going to have lots of fun with you in a little while.” Dr. Nancy stood up, and Siobhan noticed then how wet she was, too; she’d jumped into the water to retrieve drunk, stupid Siobhan, who hadn’t just fallen from the diving board, but had pushed herself off of it. Siobhan watched in fascination and longing as Dr. Nancy, humming casually and ignoring her little prisoner, stripped out of her wet green dress and changed into a white sundress. The dress made her freckles and red hair pop, and Siobhan wanted her so badly. She watched Dr. Nancy comb out her wet hair and put it back in a ponytail. She slipped into Siobhan’s shoes, throwing a wink in her direction as she moved easily in them. “’Bye ‘bye, dolly,” she teased, blowing her a kiss before leaving her alone to writhe on the bed.

Siobhan was reminded of that first night together as she and Momma got out of the tub. Momma dried her off with a towel before wrapping it around her lovingly, touching the tip of her nose teasingly. Siobhan crouched on the tiled floor, wrapped in her towel like a small child, as Momma got her own towel and dried herself slowly. Siobhan watched in longing as Momma dried her legs and crouch, and took out a bottle of lotion from her own travel bag. Siobhan knew that, as soon as Momma was done putting lotion on her own body, she’d do the same for the little dolly bitch.

Siobhan stood and discarded her towel when Momma was ready to put on her lotion. She sighed and moaned as Momma’s hands slowly rubbed all over her moist body. They were both sleek and slippery as they went back to the bedroom, Siobhan crawling obediently. Momma ordered her onto the bed, and Siobhan was quickly tied. Momma had ordered Siobhan’s bed for her, as a housewarming gift three years ago; the headboard had plenty of holes and spaces for looping ropes and scarves, perfect for playing. Momma didn’t often come to see Siobhan in her home, but when she did, the headboard was very convenient.

Her wrists tied, Siobhan looked up at Momma eagerly as Momma looked at her contemplatively. “Hmmm,” she said, tapping her chin in mock thoughtfulness. “I’ve been waiting to have my little dolly cunt all to myself, and now I can’t think of what to do with her. Any ideas, dolly?”

“Oh, Momma, whip my tits, please!” Siobhan ejaculated. Momma laughed.

“Great idea, dolly. And guess what? Momma remembered to bring this bitch’s favorite whip along.” Momma went to her suitcase and took out a short cat-o-nines, black leather, with a thick handle that Momma held with a firm grasp. She smacked the tails teasingly against the palm of her open hand, bearing down on Siobhan. “This is what you want?” she asked.

“I need it, Momma,” Siobhan begged. She squirmed in anticipation, but she knew that her Momma would tease her for a bit.

Momma said, “I bet this little bitch will scream and scream. And what would the neighbors think? Should the dolly wear a gag?”

“Yes, Momma!” Siobhan’s chest was heaving as Momma put the black gag ball into her mouth, buckling it around her head.

“Oh, that’s perfect,” Momma said. How could she resist taking out her phone and snapping a few pictures of her lovely, impatient dolly? Momma loved to keep her waiting, just a little while, before giving her what she most craved. But after the pictures were taken, Momma put Siobhan out of her suspense, and proceeded to rain blows on her exposed chest with the cat-o-nines.

Momma was a cruel mistress, and Siobhan loved it. Momma degraded Siobhan in all the right ways, using her for the pleasure of the both of them. Indeed, Siobhan easily enjoyed having her tits beaten even more than Momma enjoyed giving the beating. Siobhan had always known that she wanted and craved pain, but before hooking up with Momma, she’d never gone further than rough spankings in the bedroom. Momma had opened up so many more possibilities for her, so many avenues of pleasure and pain. Siobhan was convinced that she’d never find anyone who gave it to her just right, the way her Momma did.

Siobhan screamed freely into her gag at the harshest of blows on her bare, sensitive breasts, and whimpered when Momma ran the tails teasingly over her aching chest, which was probably more tormenting for Siobhan than the blows themselves. Momma aimed blows directly at Siobhan’s sensitive, hard nipples, but her white breasts got their share of abuse. Lovely bruises were forming on her tender skin already when Momma stopped the beating, more from her own exhaustion than out of concern for Siobhan. The dolly could have taken more.

Momma put the whip aside and straddled Siobhan’s waist. She massaged her aching breasts, and Siobhan whimpered and cried silent tears. Momma loved it when Siobhan cried. “That’s my baby,” she cooed, staring into Siobhan’s teary eyes. Siobhan would have smiled, beamed, if she were not gagged. As she was, she pushed her chest up to her Momma’s touch, longing for more sweet pain as Momma groped her, not too gently. “Momma brought this dolly’s favorite strap-on,” she whispered, squeezing Siobhan’s tits roughly. “Does this dolly want to get fucked hard?”

Siobhan whimpered and nodded, raising her hips and spreading her legs invitingly. One thing that she’d missed about being with men was getting a hard fucking, and not all of her previous girlfriends had been willing to use a strap-on. Momma was more than willing; she was quite insistent, not that she didn’t have a willing slut dolly to fuck any time she wanted. Siobhan was so turned on by the sight of her Momma wearing a big black strap-on that she nearly creamed; she was more than wet enough when Momma crouched between the dolly’s spread, open legs.

“You’ve been so sweet and welcoming to your Momma, little dolly,” Momma observed. “I think my sweet little bitch deserves to come.” Momma teased her hole with the tip of the black strap-on, and Siobhan groaned, her clit pulsing. Momma didn’t keep her in suspense too long as she entered her, thrusting the 12-inch dildo all the way in. Siobhan was tight; she didn’t masturbate with a dildo often, and she gasped out in pain, crying as her Momma began to fuck her hard.

Siobhan moaned into her gag, wanting to beg Momma to go harder. But Momma seemed to understand, and Momma fucked her with more ferocity, more power, than any huge man ever could. Siobhan often marveled that Momma, such a tiny woman, had the power to make her tremble. She was really afraid of her, knowing that Momma could both give her, and deny her, everything she’d ever needed.

Siobhan was grateful that Momma allowed her to come twice before pulling out the strap-on, now thick with Siobhan’s juices. It would be the dolly’s duty to clean it off, of course, and Momma untied her expressly for that purpose. When her gag was removed, Siobhan whispered, “Thank you, Momma.”

“You’re welcome, my dolly. You have a little work to do now, don’t you?”

“Yes, Momma.” Siobhan’s wrists now tied behind her back, she set to work cleaning the dildo thoroughly with her tongue. When Momma was satisfied, Siobhan’s tongue was used on Momma yet again. Momma squatted on the dolly’s face, and Siobhan took a face full of Momma’s sweet juices. She cleaned Momma lovingly as Momma stroked her hair.

“Good dolly,” Momma whispered. “That’s my good girl. I bet my dolly is very sleepy now. Should we go to bed?”

Siobhan would have been up for more, if Momma had wanted it, but she suddenly realized how tired she was. A full day of working, the play performance, and now a surprise visit from her Momma…so much had happened that day. “Yes, Momma,” she said.

“Come on, dolly.” Momma turned down the bed. “Momma has another surprise for you.”

“My jacket, Momma?” Siobhan asked eagerly. As they were both fond of using restraints, Momma had once gotten her dolly a strange straitjacket. It was bright pink, and the chest was bare; when Siobhan wore it, her giant tits were exposed while her arms were restrained. It had the added benefit of strapping around her thighs, keeping her crouch and asshole clear. Momma smiled and retrieved the described jacket from her suitcase.

Momma spooned her little dolly in bed, one hand stroking her slit teasingly while the other played with her tits. It was not a restful night of sleep for Siobhan or her Momma, but it was better that way. Siobhan had missed playing with her cruel Momma, and was happy to spend the night serving her, and sleeping, helpless in her arms, well into the morning.

Their play continued all day long, until Momma revealed that she had to leave that evening. Siobhan was disappointed, but Momma comforted her. “Don’t worry, dolly. In three weeks, you’ll be home where you belong, Momma’s little bitch slave. Are you excited for our summer together?”

“Oh, yes, Momma,” Siobhan said. “I can’t wait.”

They said their goodbyes in the school parking lot, when Momma took Siobhan to pick up her car. They kissed briefly, and Momma held Siobhan in her arms. She was again towering over her, wearing heels, as usual. In spite of Momma’s size, Siobhan felt like a little girl with her, and she enjoyed the feeling as Momma stroked her hair and kissed her again. “I’ll be waiting for you, dolly,” Momma said. “I have more surprises for my bitch. I can’t wait.”

“Me neither, Momma.” She stopped herself from saying, “I love you” as Momma left. She did love Momma…she’d known that for a long time. But their relationship wasn’t like that, not really. It was fun, and Siobhan, for the most part, was happy with the way things were. She didn’t know that Momma had other plans, big changes for their relationship.

Momma had not been happy with the way things were going with Siobhan. She’d come to see her dolly in order to make an important decision: either she would break things off with her for good, even if it hurt; or, she would decide to make the dolly her very own for good. She couldn’t continue things the way they’d been for three years, with so much time apart. Their time together was wonderful, so good, but Momma was getting older. She needed someone all the time.

Momma had decided, within seconds of seeing Siobhan again, that she couldn’t let her go. Her sweet dolly. She’d been a ‘Momma’ to others (including that troublesome Karen; even though she regretted that one, there had been some benefits), but Siobhan was the only one who really seemed to need it. That made a difference; it was so real with Siobhan, and even though she was independent and strong in so many ways, deep down she really just needed a loving Momma to take care of her.

Momma glanced in her rearview mirror as she prepared to turn away from the school, and saw her dolly’s car driving off in the other direction. Siobhan would have to give up her independence, but it would be for the best in the end. How quickly she’d become her little dolly again, even when her Momma’s arrival had been so unexpected. Such a good dolly. And so cute…Momma didn’t like that Siobhan wasn’t wearing her charming glasses, but otherwise her little bitch, just a bit chubby on top but with such tasty tits, looked so good. Her little dolly was in for quite a surprise. She wasn’t just going to be her little bitch slave for the summer, but for the rest of her life.

Part Two: Sweet, Stupid Baby

The day after the last day of school, Siobhan was in her office in the auditorium, sorting and organizing the lesson plans that she’d allowed to get into a disarray over the last few months. She had a terrible organization system, but it didn’t much matter. She usually just ended up playing theater games and acting out silly little short plays with her less serious classes, and with her classes full of high school theater hopefuls, she just had rehearsals for whatever play was in production at the time. Speech class required a bit more effort on her part, planning wise, but the classes were all nonetheless engaging. Her students, as it has been noted, all liked her well enough; the hard-core theater kids adored her.

Siobhan still had more to do when 3:30 rolled around, but she stopped in the middle of her organizing (or lack thereof) and left it for August. Her contract time for the year was up, and she was off to see Momma, at last.

Siobhan locked her office, and the auditorium, before checking out at the main office. Most of her colleagues had snuck out early and were already off having margaritas, she was sure, but she stayed buried in her office in order to avoid any invitations. She didn’t want anything to keep her from getting to Momma’s by the expected time.

Siobhan had just spoken with Momma, over FaceTime, the previous week. Before she’d left her after that surprise visit, Momma had given Siobhan permission to call her one time between then and the end of the school year, to make up for being so silent over the last few months. Siobhan had tried to resist using it, but had been unsuccessful. As she’d pressed on Momma’s number, she wondered if Momma would be annoyed. But she’d smiled cheerfully on the screen when she’d answered. “Hi, dolly!” she said.

“Hi, Momma. I was thinking about you; can we talk?”

“Sure, dolly. You must have read my mind, I was just thinking about calling you.” They didn’t really do much talking during that conversation; Momma had asked Siobhan to come for her, and so Siobhan propped up her phone so that Momma could clearly see her stroking herself on her bed.

Siobhan was so eager to get to Momma’s to start her summer vacation that she nearly ran out to her car, feeling the same sort of giddy freedom that her students must have felt the previous afternoon. Siobhan was not even planning on going home; she’d checked and double-checked that everything was in place, all windows and doors locked, before taking her bag and leaving that morning. She would get straight on the interstate and be at Momma’s house in less than three hours.

The car ride was excruciating; Siobhan had to resist the urge to grope her breasts as her nipples tingled, anticipating Momma’s treatment. She wanted to finger herself, but she kept her eyes on the road and her foot on the gas pedal, going well over the speed limit when she felt she could get away with it. She only had to stop once, for a quick fill up and trip to the restroom, on the way to Momma’s. She made it by 6:30, and from the lights on in the front room, Siobhan could tell that Momma was already home and getting settled in for the evening.

Siobhan parked on the circular drive and walked up the steps to Momma’s door. When she was halfway up, Momma opened the front door and stood there waiting, looking so sexy in a slim-fitting pencil skirt and a sleeveless blouse. “Hello, sweetheart,” Momma greeted her warmly. When Siobhan reached her, she kissed her deeply. “Come in, dolly. How was your drive?”

“Too long,” Siobhan complained, leaning in to kiss Momma again. Momma allowed her to, briefly, before pulling away.

“Impatient little dolly,” Momma scolded lightly. “I’ve been making dinner for you, all the dolly’s favorites, and a chocolate pie for dessert. Won’t that be nice?”

“Can I lick the chocolate off your pussy, Momma?”

“Horny bitch!” Momma laughed, and she did kiss her dolly again. “Go ahead and prepare yourself for Momma.”

Siobhan stripped out of her tight yoga pants and her tank top, tossing her bra and underwear aside, too. She dropped to her knees for Momma, and Momma stepped forward to inspect her. “Back straight, dolly, that’s good. Have you been doing your exercises like Momma said?”

“Yes, Momma,” Siobhan said truthfully. Even over the last few weeks, her stomach had gotten a bit more toned from the crutches that Momma prescribed.

“Good dolly. You look like a hot little bitch for Momma. I’m so proud.”

“Thank you, Momma.”

“I’ve got a new arm-binder for you to wear, dolly, let’s put it on.”

Siobhan winced as Momma forced her arms behind her back, into a light-pink leather sleeve. The lining of the sleeve was very soft, but it forced her arms together from her wrists to her elbows, which was quite a strain. But Siobhan knew that she would get used to Momma’s intense restraints before too long. She was just a little out of practice.

“There! That’s cute, dolly. Look how it makes your tits stand up.” Momma knelt down and lightly teased the dolly’s tits. Siobhan tried to relax her breathing, and her shoulders into their new awkward position.

"Come on, dolly," Momma said, turning and going back into the kitchen. Her red heels clicked enticingly on the hard wood floors. Siobhan awkwardly shuffled on her knees behind Momma. Her knees already ached by the time she reached the kitchen. She knelt by the stove, staying out of Momma's way as she finished making dinner. Momma loved to cook for her dolly, to take care of her. She wanted her bitch to be dependent on her.

They ate together in the usual way, Siobhan on the floor and Momma at the table. When Momma placed the plate on the floor, Siobhan knew to turn away from Momma and stick her ass up for her, spreading wide to expose her cunt, too. Eating this way almost felt natural to Siobhan; she sometimes did it alone, when she was at home, just to recapture the feeling of being Momma's pretty whore.

Momma was turned on by watching her bitch slave eat, so much so that she did have Siobhan lick chocolate cream from her pussy. Siobhan knew how to please Momma just right, just the way she'd taught her to. Nice and slow, taking her time and savoring it. Being allowed access to Momma's glorious pussy was a gift, and Siobhan gave it the proper worshipful attention. Another reason for Momma wanting to keep Siobhan around: she got her off better than anyone she'd ever been with, and that without any of Momma's guidance.

Momma wiped Siobhan's chocolate and cream covered face with a wet cloth before asking, "What should we do now, dolly? It's Friday evening and we have all night to play."

"Will you punish your bitch, Momma?"

Momma feigned surprise. "Punish? But my dolly is a good girl."

"Excuse me, Momma, but no," Siobhan contradicted her timidly. "I'm a very naughty girl."

"Well!" Momma said. "I guess this dolly gets a punishment, after all." Siobhan grinned.  "Momma wants to hurt this bitch's cunt."

"Yes, Momma, please!"

Momma allowed Siobhan to walk downstairs; she kept a firm grasp on her upper arm. Momma had a nicely furnished basement, and Siobhan felt comfortable dropping to her knees on the carpeted floors. She followed Momma, shuffling with no less difficulty than before, to the other end of the room.

The basement was divided into two wide sections. The first looked like an ordinary family room, with leather furniture and a big TV on the wall. Siobhan knew well enough that the closed cabinets under the TV were filled with lots of nasty porn, including some homemade videos starring Momma herself. Siobhan was featured in many; she assumed that these videos were for private viewing for her Momma, and perhaps any other lovers she happened to show them to.

The far section of the basement was Momma’s playroom. From viewing dungeon-set porn with her Momma, Siobhan knew that Momma’s set-up was simple, as far as all that goes. She had a rack mounted to one wall, which had a large rectangular frame around a metal cross; a set of chains was hanging from another wall. A large, padded table stood at the center of the room, with restraints hangings from the sides. There was a cage in the corner, too, just large enough for a grown woman to crouch inside…

There was also something new, something Siobhan hadn’t noticed before. It reminded her of a bull-riding machine from some country bar, except that the seat was much smaller. And sticking up out of the middle of the “saddle” was a 10-inch dildo. This, of course, was for Siobhan that very evening.

Momma removed Siobhan’s arm-binder, which was a bit of a relief. But the dolly’s relief was only temporary, as Momma helped her to mount the saddle, inserting the dildo into her quickly as Momma forced her down onto the seat. Luckily, Siobhan was already so wet that it slid in easily; Siobhan had been using her dildo at home on herself more often, in anticipation of their activities.

Still, having the thick dildo, with a head the size of a grown woman’s fist, all the way up inside her was excruciating. Siobhan groaned and forced herself to relax as Momma tied her ankles and calves to the stirrups, and her wrists to the short, knobby handle on the back of the seat. “Ready to go for a ride, dolly?” Momma teased.

“Oh, God, Momma,” Siobhan moaned. Momma grinned and flipped a switch on the machine. Just like a mechanical bull, it began bucking Siobhan back and forth on the seat, but more slowly; even if she weren’t attached to the seat by her pussy, she probably wouldn’t have fallen off. Still, the motion was violent enough to make Siobhan cry out as the dildo tore her in every direction. Siobhan repeatedly attempted to rise from the seat, just a little, to relieve the pressure, but her restraints prevented this as she was held fast in place.

In Momma’s basement, Siobhan was allowed to scream freely, and she did so. And she knew she wasn’t imagining that the machine was gradually speeding up. Momma laughed and yelled out “Yee-haw!” as she watched the machine destroy Siobhan, and the poor dolly could only scream and cry, tightening her pussy in fear of the motions, but having it ripped up because of them.

The punishment didn’t last very long, but it felt like forever to poor Siobhan. She was trembling and sobbing as the machine gradually slowed down again, and finally stopped on its own. Without taking her from the machine, Momma comforted the dolly, wiping her tears and whispering to her. “It’s all right, my dolly. You understand why Momma must hurt you, right?”

“Yes, Momma,” Siobhan whimpered. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, my sweet dolly,” Momma whispered. She took her from the machine then, and helped her onto the table. Siobhan lay back, sighing in relief, as Momma strapped her wrists and ankles to the table. Momma smiled over her before kneeling down between her legs. Siobhan shuddered and groaned as Momma began to gently lick her battered pussy. It didn’t take Siobhan long to come, even though it was more torment than ecstasy. She sobbed as Momma gently applied a soothing balm to her burning cunt, and kissed it lightly.

“Poor dolly,” Momma whispered. “Poor, sweet baby. Should the little baby wear her diaper?”

Siobhan groaned. Momma sometimes liked to put her in a diaper; Siobhan was usually willing to do this for her, being her sweet little baby dolly, but she didn’t always like it. Still, she relented when Momma strapped it on her. “Let’s put this baby’s jacket on and relax for a while,” Momma suggested. Momma brought out the same pink strait jacket, Siobhan’s favorite, and when Siobhan was properly diapered and dressed, Momma led her to the other side of the basement, to watch some TV.

Momma decided to put in a video that she and Siobhan had made the previous summer. Karen was featured in the video as well; ‘crazy Karen,’ as Siobhan secretly called her, was still Momma’s occasional lover. Siobhan liked Karen well enough; she enjoyed playing with her, because Karen could be even more unrestrained as she tortured the dolly. Momma did not often like to share Siobhan with others, but when she did, she allowed them to be as cruel to her as they pleased. Siobhan preferred it this way.

Momma sprawled out on the couch, still wearing her blouse and skirt, while Siobhan crouched on the floor in just the right spot, where Momma could stroke her hair lazily and still have full view of the screen. Siobhan settled back with her diapered ass resting on her heels, wincing at the pain of her battered pussy with each slight movement, as she debated whether she should pee in her diaper or not. It would please Momma if she did, but she hated doing it. Maybe if she didn’t do it, Momma would punish her. But maybe if she did do it, Momma would punish her…Siobhan wasn’t sure if pleasing or displeasing Momma would get her what she wanted.

Momma said, “You’re tense, my dolly. Aren’t you enjoying the movie?”

Siobhan hadn’t even been paying attention to the screen. Currently, Karen had Siobhan strapped to the cross rack, and was using a riding crop on her pussy. Siobhan winced again, unable to forget her pain, even as she was turned on by the memory. Momma stroked her hair again. “I haven’t talked to Karen since I moved my practice. Does the dolly want to play with Miss Karen this summer?”

“Okay, Momma,” Siobhan said. Karen was all right, and she knew that Momma enjoyed bringing other people into the mix occasionally. Siobhan would have been fine with just the two of them, but she wanted to please Momma. That’s when she decided that she would piss, when she needed to; Momma would like that.

The end of the video showed Momma and Miss Karen raping the dolly in her cunt and asshole as she crouched on the padded table on her hands and knees. Siobhan flushed, embarrassed by the memory, as she watched Momma (on the screen) remove the curved vibrator from her asshole. Siobhan (on the video) proceeded to shit on the table, liquid feces running down the backs of her thighs. Momma, watching the video as she stretched lazily on the couch, chuckled and reached for Siobhan's hair, this time grabbing a handful and tugging lightly, playfully.

"I have a fun idea," Momma declared. "Let's play dress up with the baby dolly."

"Yes, Momma." Dress-up was not one of Siobhan’s favorite games, but Momma got so excited while playing it that the dolly knew she’d be rewarded for it later. Momma was already grinning as she went to turn off the TV. She let Siobhan walk up the stairs again, though it was actually more awkward for her now than shuffling on her knees, as she crept up bow-legged, grimacing. Momma laughed with delight at the dolly’s discomfort, and Siobhan laughed as well. When they reached the second floor of Momma’s house, Siobhan dropped to her knees again.

Siobhan eagerly followed Momma to her bedroom. There, Momma removed the dolly’s favorite jacket; as Siobhan crouched on the floor in her diaper, waiting quietly, Momma went into her walk-in closet to find clothes to play with. She quickly returned with an armful of clothing, which she put on the bed.

Momma wasn’t fond of the “adult baby” clothes one often finds online, the shiny pinks and blues and all the exaggerated frills. She’d told Siobhan once that she had the clothes specially made, replicas of baby and toddler clothing that Momma liked, in Siobhan’s size. That evening, Momma wanted to try out some new clothes on the dolly, and take lots of naughty pictures. Even Siobhan was excited, though she thought all the adult baby stuff was awfully silly. Still, Momma enjoyed it so much that she couldn’t resist playing along.

Momma first helped Siobhan into a bondage onesie. It was made of very soft fleece; the legs were a single piece, one thick leg, just like something you’d put on a newborn. The leg was lined with a tight-fitting latex sleeve, which bound the dolly’s legs together. The arms ended in lightly padded gloves that forced the dolly’s hands into useless fists. The onesie zipped in the front, all the way, allowing Momma access to her sweet baby dolly. Siobhan lay on the floor in this get-up, able to prop herself into a sitting position with a little awkward maneuvering. Momma couldn’t resist getting the thick pacifier-gag and putting it in the dolly’s mouth.

“What a sweetie!” Momma gushed, as she snapped pictures with her phone. “Does the dolly like her pretty pink jammies?”

Siobhan nodded, though she would have much preferred her jacket. But there were more outfits to try on. Momma loved to put Siobhan in little dresses that hardly covered her diapered ass; pictures of her bending over were especially fun. Momma especially liked a picture that she took of Siobhan in a sleeveless dress. The straps of the dress hung so far off Siobhan’s shoulders that her tits were exposed. Kneeling in her diaper, with the pacifier and a startled look in her eyes, she looked like such a sweet, stupid little baby. Momma’s dolly slut.

Stripping the baby back down to her diaper, Momma and Siobhan made out on the floor among the discarded clothes, Momma reaching a hand slowly into her diaper. She felt where Siobhan had peed a little; she smiled and kissed the dolly on the forehead. “Did Momma’s baby piddle?” she asked.

“Yes, Momma. Will you change me?” Siobhan asked. Was it because of her humiliation at being a baby, or was it because she was truly taking on the character, that tears filled Siobhan’s eyes? Momma was so turned on, her helpless baby crying with her diaper wet. Shit.

“Dolly, will you be a good girl and finger Momma?” Of course Siobhan was willing, and she didn’t mind being in her slightly wet diaper a little longer as she and Momma got on the bed. Momma lay back, completely relaxed, and gave her dolly the challenge of fucking her until she came. Siobhan enjoyed pleasing Momma in any way possible, and she crooked her fingers and gently coaxed an orgasm from her. At Momma’s prompting, Siobhan knelt down between her legs and ate her out to a second one. Momma was thoroughly satisfied, and very pleased with her dolly, and Siobhan got to enjoy the taste of Momma’s delicious pussy, her wonderful cream, as she plunged her tongue into her sweet, warm depths.

“Should we take a bath and go to bed, dolly?” Momma asked. “We both worked all day long, such tired girls, and my little dolly drove all this way, just to play with Momma. I can’t wait to hold you in my bed, sweet dolly.”

Siobhan agreed; she knew that she and Momma would have all summer to play, and her pussy still felt sore from the ride on the machine earlier. After their bath (of course, Momma’s tub was bigger and more luxurious than Siobhan’s at home), Siobhan asked, “Momma, do I have to sleep with my diaper on?”

Momma sighed. “All right, my dolly. You’ve been a good baby this evening, we don’t have to put your diaper back on.” All the better; Momma liked having full access to her dolly in bed.

But Momma and her dolly were too tired to play much longer, as Momma held Siobhan (thankful to be back in her favorite strait jacket) to her, gently toying with her nipples as they spooned. Momma stroked Siobhan’s sore pussy, and Siobhan moaned softly. Momma whispered in her ear, “My naughty dolly. I’m so happy you’re home now. Momma’s going to take such good care of her dolly.”

“Yes, Momma,” Siobhan agreed weakly, whimpering softly as her pussy clinched in desire, the pain flaring up again with each stroke of Momma’s hand. After the dolly came with a sob, they fell asleep.

On weekdays, and some Saturdays, Momma had to work in her practice, of course. She also volunteered at a women’s clinic, something she had done since medical school. Siobhan admired Momma’s professional achievements; she had a sexy body, definitely, but it was her intelligence and her competence that made Siobhan desire her in the first place. But when Siobhan was staying with her Momma, she sometimes resented her Momma’s busy schedule.

Still, Siobhan understood that, while her visits to Momma’s house were a lot of fun for her, she was there to serve Momma. That’s what she wanted. And that meant conforming to Momma’s schedule.

The way that Siobhan spent her day depended on Momma’s whims. She might decide that the dolly should be locked up, “safe and sound,” in her cage. This was usually pretty boring, and being curled up and bound all day in the cage left her feeling sore, but Siobhan did enjoy the anticipation of her Momma coming back to her. Hearing her heels on the steps, as she slowly entered the basement, made Siobhan shiver. It almost made the hours preceding it worthwhile.

Sometimes Momma liked to leave Siobhan tied to the bed, or to the table in the basement, freeing her briefly when she came home for lunch. At the start of summer, Siobhan found herself wondering if Momma would ever leave her tied to the saddle (she didn’t think her Momma could ever be that vicious). Occasionally, the dolly might be left tied up in front of the TV, watching movies of Momma and herself, or other lovers, whatever Momma happened to want Siobhan to watch that day. Siobhan didn’t always enjoy watching her Momma with other “dollies,” but sometimes these movies gave her ideas for things to ask Momma to try on her. Some of Momma’s other lovers were real pain sluts, like Siobhan. She had been fascinated when she saw a video of Momma giving a “dolly” named Bridget a terrible punishment, using a cattle prod on her nipples and cunt. Siobhan had begged Momma to try this on her, and Momma had been happy to do so.

Siobhan wasn’t left tied up every day. Some days, Momma allowed Siobhan to have the day to herself. Siobhan didn’t really do much on these days; she might get in her car and drive to a small, obscure bookstore, or go to an afternoon play at some random theater. She didn’t look up any old friends. She’d only lived in the city for a year, and hadn’t made any close connections, besides Momma. And when she was staying with Momma during the summer, she didn’t want to make any new friends. She was so wrapped up in being a dolly for her Momma that she couldn’t quite step out of that role. Even when she had a simple interaction with a stranger, like a cashier or a theater usher, she found herself speaking in a timid, small voice.

So when Siobhan wandered about the city on her “free” days alone, she was not miserable; far from it. She was so happy knowing that, not long after she got home from her random excursions, her Momma would arrive, and would be so glad to see her. When she was with Momma, there really wasn’t anybody else. Siobhan felt like Momma was the one person who really understood who she was, and what she really needed.

One “free” afternoon, about three weeks into summer, Siobhan decided to spend the afternoon at the local botanical gardens. The rose garden was especially famous; Siobhan thought of her Momma, who loved roses, as she wandered among the rows of bushes and marveled at their vibrant colors. She decided to stop by a florist and pick up a dozen for Momma, as a surprise; Momma was charmed by such little surprises.

As Siobhan was prepared to leave the gardens, she came upon ‘Crazy’ Karen herself. Siobhan was friendly as she greeted her, but she groaned inwardly; Karen behind closed doors was one thing, but she could be a bit demonstrative and embarrassing in public. Indeed, in her usual loud voice, Karen said, “Your ‘Momma’ called me the other day. She says you’ve been dying for me to come over and play with you.” She wasn’t particularly ambiguous about what she meant by that.

More to get her out of there than anything else, Siobhan suggested, “Why don’t we go over there right now and surprise her? She won’t be working late tonight. I was just going to get her some roses, but I think she’d like seeing you even better.”

Siobhan suddenly wondered if Karen hadn’t followed her to the gardens; why else would she show up there on a random weekday afternoon by herself? But Siobhan didn’t want to know; she didn’t even ask as they went out to her car. Karen drove her own Mercedes. Momma had told Siobhan some about Karen’s past, including the fact that she had very wealthy parents who bought her everything. “But she’s a typical ‘poor little rich girl,’” Momma had said. “She really did need a Momma, but…she’s just too willful. I’ll tell you, dolly, her parents did not do right by her.”

“You think they should have spanked her, Momma?” Siobhan had asked teasingly. Momma had smiled.

“Oh, yes, dolly. Karen needed lots of spankings, but she never got any. She isn’t a good dolly like my little girl.”

“But Momma, my parents never spanked me,” Siobhan pointed out. Her dad and Gary had been involved without being overbearing, which Siobhan had never stopped appreciating. They attended her school plays, but had never bitched out her theater teacher if she didn’t get the lead part (as a middle school teacher, Siobhan herself had only had one such incident). They praised and rewarded her for good grades without putting stupid bumper stickers on their cars. And they were pretty lax on the rules; the few that they imposed, she followed. Siobhan was never a troublemaker, and was usually obedient. Hell, she’d only smoked pot in high school because she knew her parents didn’t really mind. Yes, all in all, Siobhan was a ‘good girl.’

Momma laughed at Siobhan. “You would have liked getting spanked as a naughty little girl,” she pointed out. “You would have wanted to be bad, instead of being good. Isn’t that so?”

Siobhan giggled. “That’s true, Momma. Yes.”

“So you’re a bad girl for Momma,” Momma said, “Because you know that Momma likes to punish you.” Siobhan nodded. Siobhan remembered that fun night, all the spankings she’d received, as she followed Karen (a less cautious driver) back to Momma’s house.

Siobhan was allowed to cook when Momma wasn’t around, and so she started preparing dinner for the three of them as Karen lounged around on a stool at the counter, slurping the drink that Siobhan had prepared for her. Karen would be tipsy by the time Momma arrived, and Siobhan would be punished for letting her drink so much. Siobhan smiled to herself as she waited for the stove to heat up.

Siobhan had put on music so that Karen wouldn’t feel compelled to talk to her, so she was surprised when Karen suddenly said, “I think you’ve been with Momma longer than anyone.”

Siobhan was flip, and maybe only a little dishonest, when she replied, “Well, our relationship has been long distance. I don’t think she’s quite gotten tired of me yet.”

“She’s not seeing anyone else now, you know,” Karen pointed out. “I ran into Dora out a few months ago…you’ve met Dora, right?” Siobhan nodded. Dora was a tiny blond who was even more timid than Siobhan when playing, but more uptight. Still, she and Momma had gotten together often. “She told me that Momma hadn’t called her in months, and when she’d finally gotten hold of her, she’d told her that she’s just seeing you right now. She said, ‘I’m just playing with my dolly. Sorry, sweetheart.’ Just like that.”

Siobhan was surprised. She’d known that Momma hadn’t been seeing anybody for a while, but she’d thought it was because of her new practice and all the new patients she was taking on, not that she was really putting off her lovers like that. Siobhan knew that she was blushing brightly. She didn’t know what to say, so she focused on dinner as Karen helped herself to another drink.

Dinner was just staying warm when Momma arrived. As soon as she walked in the door, Siobhan whipped off her clothing and fell to her knees, crawling to her. She looked up at Momma eagerly. “Hi, dolly. Did you bring a guest over to play?”

“Yes, Momma. It’s Miss Karen.”

“Hi, Karen.” Momma greeted Karen with a kiss. “Already started the party, have you? Pour me one, dear.”

“Sure, Momma,” Karen laughed, and Momma came back to where Siobhan was crouched. Momma put her hands on her knees and knelt down to scold Siobhan lightly.

“You did not ask Momma’s permission to bring a friend over to play,” she pointed out.

Siobhan bit her lip to suppress a giggle. “No, Momma, I didn’t. It was a surprise.”

“It’s a nice surprise, dolly. Thank you. But Momma will still need to punish you.”

“Yes, Momma. Thank you.”

“And we’ll have to be good hostesses and let Miss Karen play, too. The dolly bitch would like that, wouldn’t’ she?”

“Oh, yes, Momma.” Momma smiled teasingly at Siobhan before going to the stove to inspect the dinner. Siobhan found herself thinking, as Momma and Karen sat at the table to eat, that she no longer felt self-conscious about being a bitch pet around other people. She remembered the first time Momma had Karen over for dinner, and how she had instructed Siobhan to “behave normally.” Siobhan had been mortified, had been certain that Karen had been laughing at her the whole time. But now she figured, what of it if Karen laughed? It was funny, and Siobhan knew it. She didn’t care about that anymore. Sure, she wouldn’t feel comfortable sticking her naked ass up in the air to eat off of her Momma’s plate in front of a stranger, or in front of her family or people she dealt with professionally. But around certain friends…she almost felt a bit of pride. And she knew, in some small way, that Karen was jealous.

After dinner, they quickly went to the basement. Momma let Karen decide how she wanted the dolly. “Let’s see,” Karen said slowly, glancing around the familiar basement. “I think we should…put this bitch on the rack with her ass facing out.”

“Ooh,” Momma said, “Okay.” She let Karen put Siobhan on the rack this way, tying her arms high over her head and attaching them to the top of the rack with a short chain, which she looped through the silk rope that bound her wrists together. Siobhan winced as Karen tugged at the end of the chain, forcing her up on her toes. Karen locked the chain into place before spreading her legs apart, tying her ankles to the bottom of the rack with more rope. Siobhan sucked in deep breaths, forcing herself to breath slowly and relax on her toes as her body was stretched out.

Siobhan was startled as she felt Karen’s hands in her hair. Her dark hair was tied back into a simple ponytail that day. Karen tightened the ponytail and had a firm grip on it as she forced Siobhan’s head back painfully. Siobhan cried out, more in surprise, but felt the strain on her neck. Siobhan heard her Momma cluck sympathetically. “Poor dolly,” she said. “Miss Karen can be mean sometimes, can’t she?”

“Yes, Momma,” Siobhan whimpered. “I like Miss Karen.” This made Momma giggle.

“What are you going to do to her?” Momma asked Karen.

Karen tugged a bit harder on Siobhan’s hair. “If you don’t mind, I think I’d like to paddle this bitch.”

Now, normally a paddling wouldn’t be much of a punishment for Siobhan, nothing more than a delightful time. But in her position, with Karen still grasping her hair and forcing her head back, she knew it would be more intense. And Karen had no intention of paddling her ass, but in paddling the backs of her knees, as well as her thighs and her calves. She even aimed the paddle, a narrow one with holes to cut down wind resistance, at her pussy a few times. Siobhan howled as Karen, keeping hold of her hair as she knelt to beat her, delivered blow after vicious blow.

Siobhan gasped when Karen stopped beating her legs. Her knees had buckled several times, and her shoulders were sore, as well as her neck. She could feel the welts and bruises forming on the backs of her legs, and she winced when Karen, still holding her hair, ran her hands over them slowly, stopping to rub her slit briefly, teasingly. Karen liked to withhold pleasure from Siobhan when they played together, and Siobhan knew that she’d have to serve her several times before she got hers back.

“What do we say, dolly?” Momma reminded her.

“Thank you, Miss Karen,” Siobhan gasped out. Karen finally let go of her hair, and Siobhan slowly raised her head back into place.

“You’re welcome, bitch,” Karen snarled, smacking Siobhan’s thighs with both of her open hands. Siobhan cried out again.

Momma was ready to comfort her dolly, if briefly. She rubbed on more soothing balm, this time all over her legs and just a bit on her pussy. It had not suffered the worst of Karen’s blows, so Siobhan knew that Karen had other plans for her. Momma knelt down behind Siobhan and planted kisses all over her tormented legs. “Maybe the dolly would like to give Miss Karen a proper thank you?”

“Yes, Momma,” Siobhan agreed readily. She was relieved to be taken from the rack. Siobhan went to her knees slowly, wincing and biting her lip to keep from groaning at the pain from her beating. Karen didn’t get undressed; she didn’t need to. Under her short white skirt, she didn’t wear any underwear. Siobhan stuck her head under Karen’s skirt and licked and ate her slick pussy with enthusiasm. Like Siobhan, Karen got really wet when she was turned on, and clearly she had enjoyed beating Siobhan’s legs.

Siobhan couldn’t help reaching a hand down to her own cunt and stroking herself as she lapped at Miss Karen. Momma caught her touching herself, and smacked her harshly on her bare ass. “Naughty dolly!” she proclaimed. “Now, don’t stop pleasing Miss Karen.” Siobhan made herself keep going, burying her face deeper into Karen’s pussy as Momma came up behind her and tied her wrists behind her back. She then felt Momma stroking her slit with a teasing finger, and Siobhan was torn between rubbing against Momma’s touch and eating Miss Karen. Momma was teasingly lowering her hand, trying to trick her into neglecting Miss Karen and earning a more vicious punishment. Siobhan was tempted to take the bait, especially to regain her Momma’s touch on her pulsing clit, but she stopped herself. It would please Momma, and she’d be rewarded for it, she knew.

In fact, she only shoved her tongue further up into Miss Karen, who practically sat on top of her face as she moaned with pleasure, grinding into her. Karen herself couldn’t deny that Siobhan never failed to get her off; she found herself wishing, in spite of herself, that she could play with ‘Momma’ and her dolly bitch Siobhan more often.

Karen grabbed Siobhan by the hair when she came, screaming wordlessly, a high-pitched note of pleasure, and Siobhan stuck her tongue further into Karen’s snatch, feeling her orgasm into her mouth. Siobhan proceeded to clean her, swallowing (always swallowing; Momma only allowed her to spit if she was taking cum from a man), lapping at her slowly with long strokes of her tongue.

Her face was a mess as she crawled out from under Karen’s skirt. She could hardly look Karen in the eye as she gazed up at her; Karen was so hard to read. Was she mocking her? Was she grateful? She did say, to Momma, “Your bitch did a good job. I think we can give her the special treat that I told you about.”

“Oh, dolly, doesn’t that sound nice? A special treat just for you.”

“Thank you, Miss Karen.”

“And such good manners,” Momma observed. “Good dolly. Yes, I think a special treat is just what my sweet bitch needs. Go right ahead, Karen.”

“Get up on the table and crouch like the dog bitch that you are,” Karen demanded. Siobhan kept herself from rolling her eyes as she obeyed, crouching as commanded, with her ass sticking up in the air. Karen tied her wrists together and strapped her forearms to the table, forcing her into a frog-like position, with her legs tucked underneath her. Karen spread her ankles apart and strapped them to the sides of the table, keeping Siobhan in place with her ass sticking up from the end of the table.

“We all know how much this whore loves to get rammed in the ass,” Karen observed. “I just bought a new strap-on today, bitch, and it’s got a head about this size.” Karen stuck her fist in front of Siobhan’s face. She did not threaten to hit her, just showed her that the head of the dildo that would be going into her ass was quite large. “The shaft is not much narrower,” Karen sniggered. “You’re going to love this!”

Karen would be wearing the strap-on, of course. Siobhan was grateful that Momma gave her lube to use, and Karen prepared Siobhan’s asshole by greasing her fingers and shoving them in. Siobhan rocked her hips towards Karen, knowing that it would feel better not to resist the force of her thrusting. Karen fingered her ass for a minute or so, stretching her a little, though not enough that the entrance of the thick dildo wasn’t a shock.

Siobhan groaned as Karen fucked her, hard and fast. She did enjoy getting fucked in the ass, each tearing thrust making her gasp aloud. She rubbed her tits against the table as best she could as she rocked her hips with Karen.

She felt Momma’s hands in her hair, which had come loose of its ponytail. Momma gently tilted her head back, and smiled at her. Momma had stripped naked while Siobhan was getting rammed, and Siobhan eagerly stuck out her tongue as Momma mounted the table in front of Siobhan’s head. With no little amount of difficulty, Siobhan lapped at her Momma’s lovely pussy. Momma grabbed Siobhan by the back of the head and forced her face deeper into her crotch, but Siobhan managed to keep rocking her hips in time with Karen’s fast, deep thrusts.

Siobhan would whimper or cry out into Momma’s pussy as Karen rammed her harder, or shoved the dildo all the way in and twisted it around a little. This prompted Momma to come quickly, and Siobhan took a second face-full of sweet cream that evening. She licked at Momma in gratitude, and Karen stopped ramming her.

Siobhan shat on the table, of course. She sighed, unable to help her tears as Momma and Karen laughed. Momma cleaned her gently, and of course, Siobhan was put into a diaper. “Sweet baby,” Momma cooed. “I know what we can do. Momma and Miss Karen are going to make out on the couch, and this bitch is going to finger Momma’s pussy ever so gently. Doesn’t that sound like fun?”

“Yes, Momma,” Siobhan said. This was a flat out lie. She hated watching Momma making out with other girls in front of her. She hated to even think about it. She didn’t so much mind seeing other girls being punished by Momma, or fucked by Momma. But seeing her kiss and touch other girls upset her, and Momma knew it. So Siobhan was really in tears as she knelt behind Momma, and Momma sprawled out on top of Karen and kissed her, groping her little tits.

Siobhan, trembling a little in frustration, was tempted to not finger Momma so gently. But she obeyed Momma’s commands, and continued to stroke her lovingly as Momma nibbled on Karen’s earlobe. Siobhan bit back a sob as Momma sighed and snuggled up against Karen briefly. Siobhan was embarrassed by her emotion, and glad that Momma wasn’t paying enough attention to her to notice.

Siobhan was surprised when Karen left after that. “Momma has a long day tomorrow, and this playmate was a surprise,” Momma explained to Siobhan after Karen was gone. They were upstairs by the front door, Siobhan crouching in her diaper. Momma stood by the door and looked at Siobhan carefully. “Why is my baby dolly upset?”

“I’m not, Momma.”

“Don’t lie to Momma,” she said, almost sharply. Siobhan knew that she was being very serious.

“I’m sorry, Momma. I don’t like when you kiss other girls,” Siobhan confessed, her face glowing. She was mortified, more mortified than she’d been all evening. “I know I shouldn’t be, but I am. I’m…”

Momma smiled gently. “Poor dolly,” she said. Siobhan was surprised that Momma didn’t go into a lecture about how it was all about her pleasure, and that Siobhan was there to serve. Momma came to Siobhan slowly, and knelt down to talk to her. “I was trying to upset you, dolly. I did it on purpose. Or I…I wanted to see if it would upset you. I’m kind of glad that it did.”

Siobhan felt so hurt that she sputtered, “Why, Momma?” She thought she would start crying again.

“Because, my little dolly,” Momma said, “I was testing you. It was a mean test, and I’m sorry. You’ve proven to Momma that you’re a good dolly time and time again, but I couldn’t resist testing you. Are you mad at Momma?”

“No, Momma,” Siobhan said. “But I’m confused.”

Momma laughed softly. “So am I, dolly. I love you, my dolly.”

Siobhan couldn’t explain why she began to sob. She nearly fell on top of Momma’s feet. Momma was laughing softly as Siobhan kissed her feet, licking the pointed toe of her black heels. She sobbed and cried out, “I love you, too, Momma. Oh, Momma, I’ve always loved you, I always want to be your dolly.” She sat up and looked up at the beautiful woman who actually loved her. “Why, Momma?”

“Why what, my precious dolly?”

“Why do you love me?”

Momma laughed again. “Dolly!” she cried out. “You silly thing. I love you because you are my dolly. All mine. Aren’t you?”

“Yes, Momma.”

Siobhan was giddy as Momma led her up to bed. She didn’t even mind wearing her diaper all night as she lay in Momma’s arms. Momma loved her; the words made it true, because Siobhan knew that Momma was not one to mince words. Siobhan trusted Momma because she knew Momma was honest (some might say to a fault; Siobhan would disagree). Siobhan’s trust in Momma, her love for Momma, caused her not to worry when she was locked in a cage, or when someone else was allowed to restrain her and rape her holes. She trusted Momma. Momma loved her.

Siobhan didn’t mind not coming that evening; she didn’t even notice. She only found herself regretting that the summer would have to eventually come to an end. She did not know that Momma, the Momma that she trusted and thought was so very honest, was setting her plans into motion to make sure that Siobhan would, indeed, “always” be her dolly.

Part Three: Momma’s Fuck Toy

One hot evening, Momma had not been eager to cook. Siobhan felt fortunate that she'd been able to spend the day in the cool basement, even if it had been in her cage. Now, as Momma sat back lazily on the couch in the living room with her sleeveless blouse open, Siobhan crouched at her feet, wearing only a diaper (she was wearing these more often, but found that she didn't mind as much) and a leather collar. The narrow pink collar, studded girlishly with rhinestones, was new. Momma had become fond of leading her dolly about on a leash, a degradation that Siobhan enjoyed very much.

Momma had also gotten her dolly a little heart-shaped tag, engraved with "Momma's dolly". Siobhan had gotten so wet when her sexy Momma, her beautiful goddess, buckled the collar around her neck. "There," Momma said. "There's Momma's pretty pet. What does the dolly bitch say?"

"Thank you, Momma," Siobhan whispered, trembling with need. Her Momma had been very good to her that night.

On this hot evening, diapered and collared Siobhan, her dark hair in pigtails, looked up at her Momma, who sat back with her eyes closed. She finally sighed and said, "Such a long day, my dolly. Would you give your Momma a foot rub, please?"

"Of course, Momma." Siobhan took up her Momma's left foot carefully, and started by planting gentle kisses on her perfectly manicured toes, licking slowly between them.

"Silly dolly," Momma giggled, "Give them a rub." Siobhan had frequently given her Momma foot rubs, and knew to rub down her ankles as well, slowly. Momma sighed in satisfaction.

The doorbell rang. Momma got up slowly and went to pay the Chinese food delivery guy as Siobhan remained crouched in the living room. She heard Momma call from the kitchen, "Come, dolly!" and she crawled obediently to join her Momma.

They ate, and being temporarily full, Momma thought it would be a good opportunity to lay around by the pool. Momma led Siobhan to the backyard, the leash in one hand and a drink in the other. Momma did not allow Siobhan to drink. It was an arbitrary rule; besides Siobhan's shenanigans the first time she visited Momma's house, she was not usually a sloppy drunk. Siobhan suspected that drinking had something to do with Momma's break up with Karen, but she knew better than to pry. Siobhan didn't enjoy drinking much, anyway. And when Momma occasionally smoked weed, the dolly was at least allowed to participate in that.

Momma stretched her lean body luxuriously on her poolside lounge as Siobhan knelt at her side. Momma sipped her drink and said, as she spread her legs, "Hop up here, dolly, and lick Momma's pussy slowly." Siobhan was eager to obey.

As much as Momma loved being brutal to her dolly, she herself enjoyed gentle love-making. Siobhan would have happily lapped at her Momma's sweet pussy all night long. She sucked on Momma, ever so slightly, before resuming the long caresses of her tongue along Momma's lovely snatch. Siobhan trembled, feeling the urge to go faster and get her Momma off, but she resisted.

Momma did eventually ask the dolly to eat her out, and Siobhan was just as enthusiastic in her obedience to this command. Momma's moans and unrestrained cries encouraged Siobhan as she fucked Momma with her tongue. Momma came with a satisfied moan. As Siobhan cleaned her Momma, she said, "Momma's little dolly is a good fuck toy."

Siobhan finished thoroughly cleaning her Momma and said, "Thank you, Momma."

"Come here and give Momma a kiss," Momma said sweetly. Siobhan got back on the ground and knelt by Momma's head, bending down so that Momma could grab her shoulders and kiss her deeply. When Momma kissed her like that, Siobhan knew that she really owned her.

"We should go for a swim," Momma suggested. "Would the dolly like that?"

"Yes, Momma." Momma took off Siobhan's diaper.

"You get in first, dolly," Momma said. "I want to watch you."

Wearing only her collar and the ribbons in her hair, Siobhan got on the diving board and showed off a perfect dive for her Momma, much more graceful than her first entrance into the pool. When she emerged, she saw Momma watching her with a smile. Siobhan floated around on her back, and she knew that Momma was eyeing her big creamy tits and her hard nipples.

Indeed, when Momma joined Siobhan (also naked, treating Siobhan to the glorious vision of her perfect body), she first began to toy with Siobhan's nipples. "You know how much Momma loves these big whore tits," she sighed. Siobhan, treading water, leaned in closer to her Momma's touch. Momma began to twist the dolly's nipples. "It's been a while since I punished these tits," Momma observed.

Siobhan thrust her tits into Momma’s hands. “Will you punish this bitch’s tits, Momma?” she begged.

Momma laughed. “In a little while, my dolly. Show Momma another dive.”

After a little innocent playing, Momma pressed Siobhan’s back against the side of the pool and made out with her, squeezing her tits again. Siobhan resisted the urge to touch herself, to touch Momma, and only wrapped her arms around Momma’s neck, which was allowed. Momma rewarded Siobhan by reaching down and fingering her. Siobhan moved her hips, awkwardly under the water, as best she could with Momma’s touch.

“That’s my good dolly,” Momma panted in her ear. “That’s it.  Dolly likes that, doesn’t she?”

“Yes, Momma, harder, please!” Siobhan cried. Momma laughed and obliged, and Siobhan leaned back against the side of the pool, moaning and needing Momma’s touch. “More, Momma, please, please,” she begged.

Momma kept stroking her. “That’s it my little dolly. That’s right. You can come for Momma. You’re a good girl and you need to come, do it for Momma, my love, come for Momma.” And Siobhan, gasping and moaning as the torturous pressure built up in her, felt Momma shove her fist into her cunt. This prompted Siobhan to come with a piercing, grateful scream.

Momma kept working her hand inside of the dolly, and was now fisting her slowly, deeply. Siobhan cried out again, knowing that she’d quickly orgasm again. When she got Momma’s permission, she relaxed her body and came. She whimpered as Momma pulled her fist out slowly, painfully, it was so delicious. Siobhan bowed her head and whispered, “Thank you, Momma.”

“You’re very, very welcome my dolly,” Momma whispered back, kissing her softly. Though Siobhan was exhausted from her orgasms, she obediently followed Momma out of the pool when she announced that it was time to go inside. Momma wrapped a long beach towel around the dolly and allowed her to crouch and wait for her while she dried off. Momma didn’t bother to dress again. Still naked and so beautiful, she knelt down to brush Siobhan’s hair and to put her hair into two neat braids, tied off with some new dry ribbons.

“Pretty dolly,” Momma mumbled in approval, and she hooked the leash to Siobhan’s collar and led the crawling bitch back into the house. Momma asked, “Would the dolly like some water?”

This was something else that was new. Along with the leash and collar, Momma had gotten Siobhan a doggy bowl for water. This bowl matched the collar, being bright pink with rhinestones. Very silly, though Siobhan did appreciation that this bowl also read “Momma’s dolly.”

Siobhan had teased her Momma. “Momma, I’m confused. Am I your baby, or your pet?”

Momma had laughed at this. “You’re my dolly, silly thing. You’re Momma’s bitch. You’re anything Momma wants you to be.” For some reason, Siobhan had been turned on by these words.

That evening, Momma filled the doggy bowl with fresh water from the fridge’s tap. Momma stood over Siobhan as she obediently dipped her face into the water dish, lapping at the water. She was having some difficulty lapping water; it wasn’t as easy as eating without your hands. But Momma didn’t mind if she slurped, even giggling. Siobhan stuck her ass up higher for Momma, spreading her legs to expose her holes to Momma. She still hadn’t been put back into a diaper.

When Siobhan had had her fill of water, Momma poured herself another cocktail and led the dolly to the basement. Siobhan was covered in goose bumps, she was so excited, as she crawled after Momma into her playroom. As Siobhan might have guessed, Momma had her get up on the table. Momma strapped down her wrists and ankles. She smiled at Siobhan as she began to play with her flopping tits.

“You do have big, naughty tits for Momma,” she said. Siobhan giggled. “You’ve always been ashamed of them, but they’re so beautiful. Why, my dolly?” Ever since Siobhan revealed her insecurities about her oversized tits, her Momma had been teasing her about it.

“Because I’m a stupid cunt, Momma,” Siobhan replied correctly. “I don’t know how to appreciate my own body.”

“That’s okay,” Momma said. “You have a Momma to do that for you. Aren’t you lucky?”

“Yes, I am. Thank you, Momma.” Siobhan laughed, and Momma smiled at her.

“You’ll see how much Momma loves these tits,” Momma said. Momma decided that, even though they were in the basement, she wanted her dolly’s screams to be muffled. And she knew, with what she planned to do to her, that her dolly would scream a lot. Momma was wet herself as she buckled a ball gag around her dolly’s head.

Wordlessly, humming cheerfully, Momma got some elastic wire. She showed it to the dolly before she began wrapping elastic wire tightly around the base of the dolly’s left tit. Once Momma had it tied very tightly around the base, Siobhan’s tit bulged out from the wire, engorged, like a fleshy balloon. Momma wrapped layers of wire on top, to further cut off circulation to the bitch’s tits. She did the same to her right tit.

Siobhan’s tits had been tied up many times before. She took short, deep breaths, already feeling the throbbing pain. Her skin was stretched taunt. Momma rubbed Siobhan’s tits and nipples softly as they both watched her tits turn colors.

Before proceeding with the punishment, Momma (still gloriously, deliciously, wonderfully naked…Siobhan was in heaven) straddled Siobhan’s face and pulled down the gag temporarily. Momma didn’t need to give her orders; Siobhan only had to stick out her tongue and lick and suck, as Momma leaned back onto her painful tits and shoved her crotch further into the dolly’s face, thrusting at her aggressively. When Momma came, Siobhan ate up her cream hungrily, craving it. Momma didn’t even bother to clean her off before shoving the gag back into place and jumping off of the table.

“That was nice, dolly. Thank you. Are you ready for Momma to really punish these naughty tits?”

Siobhan nodded, already moaning with desire. Her nipples longed to be stroked, twisted. Her tits were beginning to go numb. When Momma left briefly and returned with the small cattle prod, Siobhan nearly squealed with desire. Momma wasn’t going to hold back that night.

Without a word, Momma used the cattle prod on various parts of Siobhan’s already tormented tits. Siobhan screamed; Momma would wait until she’d stopped screaming after each shock, when her cries died down to helpless whimpers, before giving it to her again. Her nipples, and nearly every inch of her now bluish tits were fried. Siobhan sobbed and moaned. She dug her feet into the padded table, raising her hips and arching her back with desire as she screamed.

When Momma had had her fun torturing Siobhan’s tits, she kept them tied and began stroking Siobhan’s gaping cunt gently. Siobhan had pissed herself a couple of times while she was being electrocuted, but most of the wetness came from her need. Momma grinned, and couldn’t resist delivering a cruel prod to Siobhan’s pulsing clit. It was a good thing that Siobhan had had a few orgasms earlier, because she wouldn’t be able to get off without excruciating pain for another week.

Momma left Siobhan for a little while. She was actually just on the other side of the basement, watching a video and stroking herself. Siobhan couldn’t focus enough to try to even guess which video it was, or who was in it; she was too busy writhing and moaning in pain. After a time, maybe half an hour, Momma came back.

“Poor dolly,” Momma sighed. “Come on, my dolly, let’s go upstairs.” Momma kept Siobhan’s tits tied as she helped her from the table. Leashed, Siobhan crawled slowly after Momma up to her bedroom. In the bathroom, Momma finally cut away the elastic (slowly, with her fingernail clippers), and Siobhan felt another sharp wave of pain as the blood flow rushed back into her injured tits.

“Oh, Momma,” she moaned, sobbing. Momma knelt down beside her dolly and wrapped her in a hug.

“That was a lot of fun, wasn’t it?” Momma asked softly, twirling one of the dolly’s braids in her fingers.

“Yes, Momma. Thank you for hurting your bitch.”

“You’re welcome, baby. Now maybe you’ll learn to appreciate your beautiful tits.” Off-color and covered in cuts and burns, Momma found them even more beautiful than ever.

“I will, Momma.”

Momma stroked the dolly’s tits as she let the bathtub fill. They bathed and went to bed, the dolly in a diaper and wearing a short purple nightie. Siobhan was more and more accepting her role as Momma’s baby, just as Momma had planned. Momma had several surprises for her dolly over the next few weeks, and so that hot night, she let her sleep.

The Fourth of July fell on a Saturday that year, so Momma closed up her practice for a four-day weekend, Friday through Monday, to have a long weekend with her dolly bitch slave. The Thursday before, she worked a long day. Siobhan was kept tied on Momma’s bed, but it turned out to be anything but a restful day for her.

Momma had decided to blindfold Siobhan that morning, which was a little unusual, but Siobhan didn’t think much of it. But when she heard someone…no, at least two people…come into the house, she wondered what her Momma had planned for her. She couldn’t see the clock, but she knew that not nearly enough time had passed for Momma’s day to be over. And Momma wasn’t one of the people who came in, she knew that much…

Siobhan held her breath. She could hear voices, two men, talking; they were coming up the stairs. “She’s working all day, but she said she had a surprise for us in her room.”

“Oh, man, I think we better brace ourselves.”

Siobhan couldn’t place the voices. They came into the room. “Oh, shit!” one of them cried, laughing.

“I should’ve guessed,” the other said.

“Wait, I know who that is. It’s Siobhan! Hi, Siobhan!”

Through her ring-gag, Siobhan managed a muffled “hi.” The guys laughed, and Siobhan figured out who they were. It was Momma’s nephews, Randy and Bryan. A few years had passed since Siobhan had first met them; Momma had told her that they were going into their junior year at Notre Dame.

Momma had more or less been taking care of her twin nephews for most of their lives. Her younger sister was a mess, and Momma had finally taken the boys in for good when they were 10. They looked on Momma as their own mom, though she had introduced them to the world of sexual pleasure when they’d reached the appropriate age, by setting them up with girls in such situations as the one that Siobhan now found herself in.

This was a surprise. She hadn’t been expecting the twins, and had never been involved with playing with them before. Still, she found herself excited by this predicament as the boys contemplated what to do with her.

“She’s got some tits on her,” one of the twins said. “Remember that night she came to Nancy’s party and fell in the pool? I’ve been wanting to suck on those titties since that night.” Siobhan writhed in anticipation.

“She’s got a diaper on this one,” the other twin observed (probably shaking his head). “Oh, Nancy…” One of the twins set to taking the diaper off. “Urg, she pissed in it! Does she even let you go in a toilet anymore?”

Siobhan tilted her head and moved her shoulder slightly in a shrug, but she was embarrassed. Come to think of it, she hadn’t used an actual toilet in a couple of days…

The diaper was tossed aside, and one of the twins buried his face in her crotch. Siobhan let out a muffled cry of surprise, but rocked her hips with the motions of his tongue. He was brief, though, teasing her. The boys, young and excited, wouldn’t really give her much pleasure back that day.

Even if they hadn’t kept the blindfold on, Siobhan was pretty sure she wouldn’t have known one twin from the other. Still, not being able to see at all added some excitement to this rape fantasy, and as each twin clamped a greedy mouth around her large nipples, she was grateful to her Momma for this surprise.

The boys sucked hard on her tits, one of them biting her in excitement. Siobhan cried out into her ring gag. This was soon filled, however, with one of the boy’s cocks. They raped her mouth in turn, one coming on her tits and the other all over her face, wiping the head of his cock teasingly around her rounded lips and her cheeks.

Siobhan was really needing it now, grinding her hips into the wet mattress, but she heard the boys say that they would make some lunch before having another go at her. She didn’t protest when a diaper was put back on her (loosely, so it sagged when she crawled), and one of the twins sloppily cleaned off her face and chest with a wet cloth. They kept her blindfold on and leashed her, as Momma must have left the leash out in plain sight. They seemed to be very amused by this situation, and though they were new playmates, and so young, Siobhan felt more amused than embarrassed herself.

Siobhan blindly followed the boys downstairs, and was a little annoyed when they let her run into the walls a couple of times (but she laughed with them, a good sport). They were helpful in getting her down the stairs, though; nice boys, she knew they wouldn’t really do her any harm.

The boys found a note from Momma on the fridge, which they hadn’t noticed when they first came in. They read it aloud for Siobhan to hear.

Hello, boys!

I hope you found your lovely surprise upstairs. Have fun with my bitch. Don’t forget to feed and water her, and change her diaper. Expect me by 7, I’ll bring dinner.

Love, Nancy.

“You’ll tell her we changed your diaper, okay, bitch?” one of the twins asked. Siobhan, still gagged, nodded. One of the boys filled her water dish and removed her gag, and she could feel their eyes on her as she slurped up her water. At one point, one of the twins stepped behind her. “Keep drinking,” he instructed her, and she felt him slide down her loose diaper as he felt up her round ass. “Up a little higher, and spread…that’s great.” Siobhan forced herself to keep slurping, slowly, as she felt his hands, surprisingly graceful, all over her ass and her sex, touching her faintly. When he put her diaper back into place, she nearly soaked through it.

The boys sat down to have lunch, some sandwiches that Momma had left for them. When they asked Siobhan how she ate, she timidly replied, “My Momma feeds me.”

They laughed. “Come here, bitch, I’ll feed you,” one twin said, directing her to his side with his voice. She managed to only knock her shoulder into the table leg, which made them laugh, before crouching down next to him. “Can you beg for it?” the twin asked.

Siobhan figured out quickly what he meant. She pulled herself up next to his legs. He was wearing shorts, so his hairy legs (covered in red hair, she imagined) were exposed. She pressed her nipples into his leg and began to rub seductively. The twins got a kick out of that, and for a while they took turns feeding Siobhan bites of their sandwiches as she blindly rubbed her nipples, slit, and ass up against them, her diaper pulled down to her knees.

“Goddamn, Nancy is lucky,” one twin declared as they finished lunch. Siobhan found herself thinking, so am I.

The boys decided to have some fun in the pool. Siobhan wouldn’t be left out. They pulled off her diaper and led her out with them, and one twin covered her in sun block, rubbing it in (it had to be the same skillful hands that rubbed her down in the kitchen, she decided), as the other twin blew up an inflatable raft. Siobhan held her breath, knowing that they would tie her to the raft to float about while they swam. This wasn’t a new game, but the thought of doing it blindfolded made Siobhan a little nervous.

But she was soon in the water, floating and tied securely to the plastic handles on Momma’s raft. Siobhan lay back and listened to the boys flip off the diving board, laughing and splashing, even splashing teasingly at her between her spread legs. They decided, after a while, to fuck her, so they took her off the raft and took her to the stairs at the shallow end of the pool.

Siobhan, still blindfolded, was placed over the metal handlebar (which burned her stomach briefly when they placed her across it). Her ass stuck up in the air. The boys used some rough rope that they found nearby to tie her wrists behind her back. She felt one twin position himself behind her as the other put his hands in her hair, tilting her head back.

“Open wide,” the twin at her head said, as the other said, “Spread those legs.” They entered her simultaneously, one in her cunt and the other in her mouth, and Siobhan could only trust that the force of their thrusts, coming from either end of her, would keep her from sliding off the rail. She managed to dig her feet into the sides of the twin who was raping her cunt; she could really do nothing else, besides wiggle a bit, as they fucked her.

The young boys were quick to come, and Siobhan didn’t manage to come herself before they did, even though she was already so revved up from all the playing they’d done. The boys managed to get her off the railing without letting her fall, and led her to Momma’s lounge chair. They tied her to that, and both rubbed more sun block on her, giving extra attention her cunt and taint. One twin made sure the blindfold was still in place as they resumed their swim.

The boys swam for a while, leaving Siobhan to bake, so she was grateful that one of them remembered to turn her over, rubbing lotion on her back and ass, sliding a gentle hand into her crack. He only slid one finger into her hole, teasingly; she clinched on it and he pulled it out with a chuckle, slapping her ass gently before leaving her again. Siobhan was disappointed that he didn’t rub her pulsing clit, though she did look forward to the nice tan that she could show her Momma later.

After a couple of hours, the guys decided to head inside. Siobhan felt dizzy as she crawled behind them into the house, and was grateful when they offered her more water. She heard them take out some bottles from the fridge, probably raiding Momma’s beer supply. After Siobhan was hydrated, they took her down into the basement.

The twins wanted to have some fun with Siobhan’s ass. Her tits, she knew, were still badly bruised from recently punishments, but Momma had been taking it easy on her ass, maybe even saving it purposefully for her beloved nephews. They bent her over the padded table, tying her wrists together. One of the twins found Momma’s spreader bar, and clamped that onto Siobhan’s ankles. Siobhan held her breath as those same hands stroked her again.

“A sweet ass, too,” one of the twins remarked. Siobhan knew that the twins were in awe of their aunt, that they knew what a goddess she was. Momma had been taking good care of her dolly that summer, and Siobhan, looking at herself in the mirror the other day, knew that she looked better than she ever had, thanks to Momma’s care and discipline. She knew how much she owed to her Momma.

And if allowing Momma’s nephews to use her was part of the bargain, well, it was a small price to pay. The boys were not enormous, but she definitely felt it when they fucked her ass. They started with some of Momma’s lotion, lubing up her crack and her hole, each shoving their fingers into her and teasing her. Siobhan sucked in her breath and relaxed.

They smacked her ass raw before fucking her, As one of them grabbed her by the hips and thrust into her roughly, the other came around to her head, sticking his ass in her face. “Lick it,” he said, not rudely, and Siobhan complied, shoving her tongue into the twin’s hole as he spread his ass cheeks. After the other twin came deep in her bowels, they switched places.

After fucking her, shit and cum leaked from Siobhan’s now-gapping hole. The twins were hotly debating who should clean up the mess, when Siobhan heard the distinct sound of Momma’s heels on the basement stairs. Exhausted as she was, Siobhan was eager for her Momma to join them. She wriggled in anticipation as the twins left her on the table to greet their aunt.

“How was your drive?” Momma asked.

“Not bad.”

“No tickets this time?” Momma asked pointedly.

“Well, see, we did get pulled over outside of Chicago, but Randy talked us out of a ticket,” one twin, Bryan, said.

“Well, good,” Momma said, sounding a little concerned. “You boys need to be careful, especially around the big cities. Why don’t you just let me buy you plane tickets?”

“We’re road-tripping this summer, Nancy,” Randy said. “Hitting the open road, having adventures. That’s what you’re supposed to do.”

“Well, your adventures are costing me enough,” Momma complained. She was probably hugging them again; she loved her nephews very much. “So, how did you like your surprise?”

“Damn, Nancy, you are crazy,” Randy laughed.

They had come into the playroom. “Oh, she’s a mess!” Momma laughed. “Poor little dolly.”

“Hi, Momma,” Siobhan said from the table.

“Hello, my sweet dolly,” Momma chuckled. “Were you a good girl for Momma’s nephews?”

“Yes, Momma, we had lots of fun,” Siobhan reported, knowing that the young men felt the same.

“Guys, go upstairs and help yourselves to dinner,” Momma said. “I’ll clean up my little bitch.” The guys left, and Momma wiped Siobhan’s legs, ass, and face off with a towel. She finally removed the blindfold. Siobhan could only see spots for a moment, but as her vision cleared, she saw her Momma smiling at her.

“Good girl, dolly,” Momma praised her softly. She kissed her briefly. “You don’t mind being a fuck toy for my nephews, do you?”

“No, Momma,” Siobhan said truthfully. “They’re nice to me.”

“But not too nice,” Momma said. “They punished my little dolly’s ass, didn’t they?”

“Yes, Momma.”

“That’s good. You deserved it, didn’t you?”

“I think so, Momma.”

“So do I.” Momma looked thoughtful for a moment, but whatever thought had crossed her mind, she didn’t share it with her dolly. “The boys will probably eat and head out for the evening. It’ll be just the girls, as usual. Is this messy dolly ready for a bath?”

“Yes, Momma.”

When Siobhan crawled behind her Momma up the stairs, she saw the twins in the kitchen, standing at the counter as they ate cheap take-out pasta out of plastic tubs. Siobhan examined them for a moment. They were absolutely identical, both tanned and freckled, tall, and they did, indeed, have red leg hair. They were handsome young men. One of them had stubble on his face, which Siobhan had distinctly felt when he’d buried his face in her crotch earlier.

The boys smiled over at her. “That’s Randy, and Bryan,” Momma said, identifying her rapists. Siobhan waved shyly before Momma led her upstairs. “They like you, my dolly,” Momma said as they went into her bedroom. “I own you, my love, and I always share everything with my family.”

“Yes, Momma.”

Momma smiled down at Siobhan. “I know you understand, my dolly. You are my very good girl. I love you, sweetheart.”

“I love you, too, Momma.”

Momma stroked Siobhan’s messy hair. “My sweet dolly deserves to be rewarded tonight. Such a good dolly.”

Siobhan flushed with pleasure. “Thank you, Momma.”

As the bath water filled, Siobhan eagerly ate out her Momma as Momma squatted on her face. She’d had her fill of cock that day, literally, and being able to serve Momma’s pussy again was a reward in itself. After this bit of playing, Momma and Siobhan took their bath, Momma bathing Siobhan carefully, spending extra time on her dirty cunt and ass. “Dirty whore,” Momma chided her dolly playfully.

After drying off and putting on lotion, Momma led her dolly back into the bedroom. Momma put her dolly in a fresh diaper, with extra cream for her violated holes. Momma also decided to dress up her dolly that night, so she put her in a cute little dress that barely covered her tits, and definitely didn’t cover up her diapered ass. After Momma put her dolly’s dark hair in pigtails and had put on her own silk robe, she led the dolly back downstairs.

As Momma had predicted, the twins had already ducked out for the evening. Momma made up a plate for herself of salad and pasta while the dolly drank more water. They ate together, Momma carefully forking bites of pasta into her clean dolly’s mouth. Siobhan was fed entirely from the table that evening.

Momma was feeling mellow again. On very hot days, when she’d been working all day long, Momma liked to relax for the evening. After playing all day with the twins, Siobhan didn’t mind. She and Momma went down to the basement and watched a video. The twins had made it just that day, and it showed all the ways that they raped Siobhan, even what happened out at the pool. Siobhan hadn’t known she was being recorded, of course, as she’d been blindfolded all day.

As Momma lay back on the couch in her robe, relaxing, Siobhan used Momma’s favorite vibrator on her glorious pussy. Siobhan knelt on the floor next to Momma’s knees, and Momma spread her legs enough that Siobhan could put the vibrator to her clit and please her. When Momma directed Siobhan, she obeyed, but Siobhan didn’t need much direction when it came to getting Momma off. Momma climaxed a couple of times, and panted in satisfaction, “That’s enough, my sweet dolly. Put the vibrator aside and clean off your Momma, nice and slow.”

Siobhan savored the taste of her lovely Momma as she cleaned her dutifully, swirling her tongue around Momma’s hole. As she cleaned and pleased her, Momma said, “My dolly should be so excited. We’re taking a little family trip this weekend, just Momma and her dolly and the twins.”

Siobhan raised her head slightly. “Where are we going, Momma?”

“It’s a surprise, bitch,” Momma replied cheerfully.

Siobhan was definitely surprised the next morning. She and Momma had played a bit more that evening, and had gone to bed early. When Siobhan woke up, she wasn’t in Momma’s bed, or in the basement. It took her a minute to come to her senses, since she’d been gagged and bound tightly, and it was very dark, but she realized that she had been stuffed into the trunk of her Momma’s car.

The car was moving. Siobhan had no way of knowing how long they’d been driving, but she hoped they didn’t have long to go. The trunk was very cramped, and Siobhan had to remind herself to breath. She kept imagining, with each slight bump that the car hit, that the trunk would fly open, sending naked, bound Siobhan sprawling onto the interstate.

Maybe an hour after Siobhan woke up, the car stopped. She hoped that it wasn’t just a pit stop. She was in luck, though, because the trunk opened, and above her stood Momma, wearing sunglasses and a tank top and shorts. “There’s my dolly!” Momma declared. “Good morning, my love. You were so sleepy this morning that we decided not to wake you up. Did you have a good rest?”

Siobhan nodded. It was very bright outside, and she squinted up at her Momma. Momma giggled and removed Siobhan’s bounds before helping her from the trunk.

Siobhan stood in only her diaper and collar in the middle of a gravel driveway. They were in a wooded area, the lot around them cleared just enough for the small cabin. The cabin was well-kept but isolated. Though it sat on a popular lake, it was on the opposite side from the tourists. Siobhan would frolic naked around the property all weekend, and nobody outside of their party was any the wiser.

The twins took in their own and Momma’s luggage (the only things that Momma brought for her dolly bitch slave was a box of diapers, some of her toiletries, and some hair ribbons), and Momma led Siobhan inside, allowing her to walk on the gravel drive in a pair of flip-flops. She dropped to her knees on the wooden floors when they got into the cabin.

It was an ordinary cabin, Siobhan guessed. Nicely furnished, and the small kitchen had been recently renovated. “This cabin belonged to my parents,” Momma explained as she led Siobhan around, showing her the place. “It was vacant for years, but I just had it redone. Isn’t this a nice surprise, dolly?”

“Yes, Momma. Thank you for bringing me here.”

“We’ll have a nice, fun, family weekend,” Momma declared. Siobhan knew what kind of “family fun” Momma had in mind for her.

Momma and her nephews spent most of the long weekend drunk. Though Siobhan was still not allowed to drink, she was allowed to smoke the pot that the twins brought with them. When they were all stoned on the Fourth, they all went down to the private beach behind the cabin. Siobhan sat in her Momma’s lap to watch the fireworks, resting her head against Momma’s shoulder.

Momma kissed her softly. “Is my baby dolly having a good time?” she whispered.

“Yes, Momma.”

Momma kissed her again. “Dolly, when we get back home on Monday, I need to talk to you about something very important.”

“Okay, Momma.” Siobhan was anxious about what Momma wanted to discuss, but nothing more was said about it that weekend. Siobhan spent the weekend serving her Momma and her beloved nephews with all of her energy, and when she was placed into the trunk for the ride home on Monday afternoon, she easily fell asleep to the smooth movements of Momma’s car.

When Siobhan woke up, she and Momma were alone again; the boys had decided to hit the road for their next adventure. Siobhan was in her straitjacket, strapped to the bed, and Momma was sitting at her hip, stroking her tits with gentle fingers.  “There’s my sleepy dolly. Are you well-rested, my love?”

“Yes, Momma. What did you want to talk to me about?”

Momma laughed softly. “Have you been worried about it all weekend?”

“A little, Momma,” Siobhan admitted.

“Poor dolly. I won’t leave you in suspense any longer.” Momma leaned down and kissed her dolly softly. “I love you very much, my dolly.”

“I love you, too, Momma.”

“I know, sweetheart. You prove it to Momma all the time. You’ve been an especially good little girl this weekend. Momma’s so proud.” Momma stood up from the bed. “I have to show you something, my dolly. I don’t want you to be upset. I think you’ll understand when I explain.” Siobhan was curious as Momma left for a moment. She came back with Siobhan’s laptop, open and turned on. Siobhan was puzzled, because Momma never invaded her privacy or got into her personal things like that.

Momma showed Siobhan the screen. It was Siobhan’s work email account, srichards@hollowayschools.edu. It was opened on a draft of an unsent message; the recipients were all of the staff in the Holloway district, including the school board.

The message shocked Siobhan. There were no words, just a link to a video. Momma clicked it; on the screen was Siobhan, in her diaper and collar, drinking water from her dish. Then, she was eating out her Momma under the dinner table. Then, she was taking a naked beating on the rack.

“Momma,” Siobhan asked, “What is this?”

“It’s a little message that I thought your coworkers would find interesting.”

“But Momma,” Siobhan protested, her panic slowly rising, “You can’t send that. I’d lose my job!”

“That’s the idea.”

Siobhan was shocked as Momma explained herself. “I’ve decided that I’m done with this long-distance bullshit, my dolly. I can’t do it anymore. I enjoy you more and more every summer, and this summer especially, you’ve become a perfect dolly for me. How can you expect me to let you go next month? I can’t do it, dolly. Not anymore. I’m keeping you for good.”

“But Momma…”

“No,” Momma said. “No, dolly. You don’t get a choice about staying with me. If I send this message, you will lose your job. And what would you do then? How could you go back there? But wouldn’t it be nicer if I didn’t have to resort to that? It would be much more pleasant, wouldn’t it, if you made the right decision to stay, and left your job on your own terms?”

These weren’t really Siobhan’s own terms, but she was too shocked to argue. She couldn’t believe Momma would really do something like this. “This is blackmail,” she pointed out dully.

Momma nodded in agreement. “I’m not above blackmail, dolly. I’m not above anything, when it comes to you.”

Siobhan was so torn. No matter what she did, Momma was going to ruin her career. Momma was going to make her stay, maybe keep her as a real prisoner. Siobhan wanted to stay…didn’t she think about it all the time? Didn’t her departure, and the start of the new school year, constantly hang over their heads? And now, that factor was eliminated. But Siobhan had a job, she had her own house, her own life…

As though reading her thoughts, Momma explained her plans. “If you’re a good little girl, you can go back there and resign with some dignity. And I would come along to support you. Then you could sign the deed for your house over to me. I think it could make a bit of money as a rental. But if you’re naughty, I’ll sell your house well below market value. Come now, my dolly. I know what you really want to do.”

Momma comforted Siobhan as she cried. She kept the screen open in front of them, the unsent message a constant threat. Siobhan finally said, sniffling, “Okay, Momma. I’ll stay. You don’t have to send that email.”

Momma kissed Siobhan sweetly. “Dolly, you’ve made your Momma so happy. Thank you, my dolly. This is for the best, honey.”

Siobhan knew that her Momma was very happy, and she was suddenly glad that she would be staying. When Momma untied her, Siobhan reached over and pulled her computer into her lap. As Momma watched, Siobhan hit the “send” button for the naughty email. Momma gasped in delight.

“There, Momma,” Siobhan said proudly. “Now it is on my own terms.” Now, all of the colleagues and administrators who had liked and respected her would know her dirty secrets. They’d know what she really was, and what she’d now decided to be for the rest of her life: Momma’s fuck toy.