Momma and her Dolly

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.