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Awww,
poor baby
a study in age play
The third week in March
was a fun time to be alive, although it sure was hectic.
Monday was extraordinarily
busy as I tried to do or farm out a week's work without much success
at either. I remained in my office long after everyone else had
gone home.
Tuesday morning I was
up bright and early. Showered, shaved and packed, I arrived at the
airport around 8 a.m. The flight departed more or less on time at
9 o'clock Alaska Standard Time and almost five hours later touched
down at Salt Lake. A change of planes and I was off again. At 10:10
p.m. EST the aircraft rolled up to the gate at Washington-Dulles.
Allowing for the four hour time difference, I had had more than
ten hours of airports and airplanes and I knew it would be longer
as I waited for my checked baggage.
The next couple of days'
business was light; I had arranged it that way hoping to get in
some R & R. It didn't quite turn out that way because the relative
with whom I was staying in McLean, VA had bought a new 486DX2. She
didn't understand 'this Windows stuff or any of the rest of it'
but would I please get her on the net, she had asked. "No sweat,"
I had said. Eight weeks earlier on my Mac it had taken me less than
a half hour in real time from the moment I phoned my local provider
to get a PPP account to my first, and very enjoyable, experience
of 'surfing the net.'
I soon found out that
my concept that Windows enabled a PC compatible to emulate the easy
Mac interface was somewhat over-simplified. The new computer, even
without its multimedia bells and whistles, was much more powerful
and flexible than my five year-old box, but the interface took some
getting used to. Because of my lack of knowledge and the resulting
need to spend the time pouring through much of the documentation
that came with the computer, once again I found myself working into
the night.
Finally, by Thursday
evening I was connected to the local provider she had selected and
had set everything up so she could point-and-click to her heart's
content without much concern about what was actually going on.
The first thing I did
was check my email sitting on my provider's server back home. Among
the messages was one slugged 'Awww, poor baby...' As I read those
words my heart rate went up right away. In my fantasies, if my fdom
said that to me in the right (teasing, condescending) tone of voice,
it was the sort of thing that was sure to get me excited with desire
for her, and likely happily frustrated as well if she decided at
that point to throw in a little denial of my need for her. And especially
if she played also to my lingerie fetish.
I scanned the message
quickly and trashed it along with a bunch of others. I had to get
rid of them before my relative returned to see how my setup of her
net access was coming along.
But I couldn't get 'Awww,
poor baby' out of my mind. The msg was a response to my whine in
a 'banned' newsgroup post that there didn't seem to be a solitary
available-and-looking fdom in the DC area who would have a cup of
coffee with me during my short visit. The writer said that if I'd
been traveling to Denver or Minneapolis, she was sure I would have
received at least one response.
"Rats," I thought to
myself. "I'll be traveling to the west coast twice I know of in
the next few months, and can probably arrange to stop most anywhere
on the coast. But neither Denver nor Mpls is on the agenda." I knew
nothing about my potential new email friend, but my fantasizing
had kicked in and I knew that I wanted to have lunch with her and
talk about fdom.
Sometime in the middle
of Thursday night/Friday morning, I woke up. "Must have been dreaming,"
I thought. Which was strange, because hardly *ever* can I remember
my dreams.
This dream could only
have been titled 'Awww, poor baby...' Quickly I scribbled a couple
of notes in my DayTimer and resolved to write something about it
as I flew home Sunday.
-=o=-
There were gaps in my
dream. I guess they are like that. All I remember is that one moment
we were having a great time together over lunch, and the next moment
it was the following morning. She was next to me in bed (I guessed
it was in a hotel room). By that time it was clear to both of us
that her topping to my bottom was natural, and that was the way
it would be between us. I was in that wonderful sub space of pure
and total adoration for my Mistress.
She whispered in my
ear, "It's time to run my bath, sweetness."
"You are such a wonderful
woman," I said.
She kissed me on the
cheek and I got up right away to run her bath, making sure the temperature
was just right for her. I was wearing a baby doll nightie and women's
briefs.
I helped her into the
bath. She had me massage her shoulders and wash her back, but not
elsewhere. She noticed I was excited but she said, "Poor baby. I
can see how uncomfortable you are, but you will just have to wait."
"Yes, mama," I said.
It was pure, sweet agony for me. She was so desirable; I knew I
would do anything for her. I resisted the urge to return by myself
to our bed and take the situation 'in hand.' Somehow I knew she
wouldn't like that.
When she had finished
bathing she had me carefully dry her off and powder her body. In
the room she had me dress her in her bra and panties. "A woman must
always consider her modesty, sweetness."
"Yes, Mistr... yes,
mama." My cock was rock-hard in its silken prison.
She had me carefully
comb and brush her damp hair for the longest time. It was wonderful
to be allowed to give her attention that way. When I finished, her
soft hair was completely dry. Then she had me do some touch-up work
on her fingernails with a nail file and she instructed me in the
use of her nail polish remover.
Sometime during this
my erection wilted a little, but what I was doing seemed so natural.
She seemed to expect it and I knew it was my place to serve her.
This was the way it was meant to be.
Teasingly, she told
her poor baby how to apply the fresh nail polish properly. I knew
that babies always try hard to please their mamas so of course I
complied. Her seductive voice and the scent coming from the bottle
of nail polish combined somehow. I was getting very hard once again.
This time the wonderful erotic sensation was mixed with pain and
considerable frustration. I had to be sure I kept my focus on the
task of painting her nails perfectly.
When I finished, she
noticed the tent in my panties. "Awww, poor baby," she said. "But,
as you can see, mama's nails are wet. You'll just have to wait."
I was crestfallen. "Please,
mama..."
She saw my obvious discomfort
and unhappiness and said, "Tell you what, sweetness. Take off my
panties, *carefully* mind you, and you may pleasure mama."
She was so good to me.
"Yes, mama." And she raised her hips slightly from the chair and
I removed the delicate nylon from her body.
Then I knelt before
her and stroked the outside and back of her legs as I licked and
kissed my way up the inside of her limbs, along her soft, warm thighs.
My hands slid beneath her butt and I buried myself in her, licking,
kissing and suckling. I was enveloped in her softness, her femininity.
I made beautiful love
to her for as long as she wanted. I had no sense of time.
And then she came and
tenderly I licked up all of her juices.
And then I woke up.
For a moment, I was disoriented. For a lot longer than a moment
I was very very hard.
-=o=-
The thing about dreams
(mine, anyway) is that they are all anticipation. Something significant
is always *going* to happen to me, but before it actually does happen
I wake up. So I don't know that she satisfied me after I had taken
care of her need. The conscious me hopes so. The unconscious me
(the dreamer) hardly cared at all; her pleasure was the only thing
that was really important to me.
Written on a pad of
paper during my long trip home (wish I had a laptop),
Anchorage, Alaska March
26, 1995
Snowflake
P.S. "Guess what?" Snowflake
says to himself. "All these folks are real people. They are different
from my neighbors only in that they just don't pussyfoot around
about their sexuality."
The third week in March
was a wonderful time to be alive. The fourth week is starting off
pretty good too!>
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