Smutty, humiliating, blushy... it's all here. Pet play, age play, ABDL, and punishments are just a few of my kinks -- basically anything that makes me blush.
All of this is fantasy. My kinks are not my politics. I believe in women's rights, trans rights, queer rights.
Adults only.
Anonymous prompted: baby girl’s birthday party with guests and presents? Extra humiliating would be lovely
(the image doesn't quite go with the story, but look at her defeated and pouty little face! it's perfect! this is absolutely how I imagine Hannah looking after her party -- exhausted and ready for a nap... after Daddy has cleaned her up, of course!)
(also, anon, I need to let you know how much I loved this prompt. It was such a joy to write)
*
One day, when Hannah was desperate to come, when Ben had held her on the edge of orgasm for hours, she promised that he could plan whatever he wanted for her birthday.
"Anything?" he asked, hovering the vibrator right above her clit.
"Yes," she said, pussy aching for his touch, for the vibrator, for anything. "Yes, anything, whatever you want, plan anything, I'll do it, Sir, please."
Silly girl. Silly desperate horny girl.
He wasn't going to be too mean. It was her birthday after all. In the evening, they'd dress up and he would take her for dinner, buy her wine, spoil her. She was a good girl, really, and he did adore her. She deserved some spoiling.
It's just that "whatever you want" was too delicious of an opportunity for him to pass up. He isn't a saint.
He thought about it for a while. What would be the perfect way to celebrate his girl's birthday? Invite their friends over for a gangbang? Tie her up in the yard with a tail plug, puppy ears and a sign advertising a bitch for breeding? A lovely morning hike with a cane whipping her bottom every ten steps?
So many wonderful ideas, but he knew he had settled on the right one.
*
Late morning on Hannah's birthday, Ben carried his girl out into their private backyard, where their tight-knit group of friends were waiting. Several of them cooed or even gasped with delight when they saw her. He did have to admit that she looked adorable.
She had her dark hair pulled back in a loose ponytail and a cardboard birthday hat on her head; it was decorated with red balloons, which matched the colour of her flushed, embarrassed face. He had blindfolded her this morning while he dressed her, and had only let her see her birthday outfit a minute ago: a pink onesie, a rainbow tutu, and frilly ankle socks. The look is complete with a pink pacifier gag that she can't spit out no matter how hard she tries and pink leather bondage mittens that cuff at the wrists and trap all her fingers together, robbing her of all dexterity.
And, of course, where would a babygirl be without a thick princess diaper underneath her onesie? He'd had to tie her down to get it on her, reminding her of her promise. "You said whatever I want, princess. This is what Daddy wants."
Her blush deepens at the noise from the crowd and she tucks her face into his neck to hide. He's carrying her on his hip. It would have been easier to lead her out by her hand, but this is so much cuter.
With her hiding her face, she doesn't see the adult-sized highchair in the middle of the lawn, overlooking a table overflowing with cake, treats, and presents. He sets her down in the highchair and her whole body jerks as she realises what's happening. By the time she starts to fight, though, he already has her restrained with leather straps over her chest, thighs, and shoulders. She kicks helplessly and Tina, one of their best friends, laughs.
"Oh, fussy toddler!" she says. "Is the little one overexcited?" She takes Hannah's foot and wriggles her toes like she's playing this little piggy went to market. "It's a big day, isn't it, birthday girl?"
Hannah looks away, squirming and blushing furiously. "Hey," Ben says, gentle and stern. "Don't be rude, missy."
"It's fine," Tina says. "Little ones get shy sometimes."
One by one, all the guests come up to wish Hannah a happy birthday. Some kiss her cheek, others tug gently on her hair. Everyone makes sure to emphasise what a big girl she is now. One woman squeezes the front of her diaper and says, "Not so big that you won't be using this soon, though!"
By the time everyone has said their hellos, Hannah's eyes are tear-filled. Her blush hasn't subsided for a minute. He should feel bad. He knows Hannah doesn't really like ABDL play. She may have used the words "I fucking hate it" once or twice in the past. She hates the way he dresses her when he wants her to play little; she hates the way he talks to her, sweet and patronising; she hates the way he never lets her forget that she's wearing a diaper, whether through touching it or commenting on it or making sure it's on full display at all times.
Of course, as he often points out, it never fails to make her pussy wet. "That's not the point!" she always replies, but he thinks it kind of is.
The final guest pinches Hannah's cheeks and says, "She's just so adorable, I could eat her up. Couldn't I, widdle wady? Just gwobble up your toesie-woesies."
Hannah kicks her legs ineffectually. She hates baby talk. Of all the things she hates about ABDL play -- and, trust him, there are a lot of them -- baby talk is the worst of them all.
Ben tugs Hannah's ponytail to get her attention. "Presents or cake first, baby?" he asks. The noise she makes from behind her pacifier sounds an awful lot like big girl words and he frowns. "Careful there," he warns. "Grumpy girls get put down for a nap without presents or cake."
The look she gives him says, good. He supposes it would be a bit less embarrassing -- their quiet bedroom versus the crowded backyard. So he quickly adds, "We can easily pull your crib into the living room. Everyone can sit, have a glass of wine, eat some cake, and watch how nicely you make cummies in your diapers."
Her cheeks bulge as she tries to spit out the pacifier, shaking her head frantically back and forth. He laughs. "Okay, okay, greedy girl," he says. "Presents it is."
She can't unwrap her presents with her mittens on, so he does it for her. The first thing he unwraps it a dildo that looks like a baby's bottle. He holds up it for her to see. "Sweetheart!" he says. "Isn't this perfect? I know how much you love the taste of yourself."
The next gift is a vibrator that looks like a rattle. He shakes it experimentally and laughs. "That's going to make a racket," he says.
The presents continue in that vein -- adult objects with a babyish theme. A changing mat with restraints at the corners; a pack of adult diapers with an adorable unicorns-and-rainbows print; a dildo attachment for her highchair. He makes sure to hold up every present for her to see and explain clearly and loudly exactly how they're going to use it.
Tina's present is the last. She disappears to fetch it from her car, calling over her shoulder as she goes. "It was too big to wrap!" When she returns, she's carrying a large wooden rocking horse with a dildo and large plug attached to its seat. When she sees it, Hannah hides her face behind her mittens.
"Oh sweetheart," Ben says, voice growling as he imagines Hannah rocking back and forth on that, both holes filled, face screwed up in a mix of pleasure and humiliation. "Oh sweetheart. Aren't you going to have a fun time on your new horsie?"
She stares at it, helpless and miserable. When he reminds her of her manners, she mumbles helplessly behind her gag: "Tank ooh, Tina. Tank ooh, ebbybody."
Tina presses a kiss to her cheek. "Anything for the world's cutest babygirl."
With that, it's time for cake. He had two made for the occasion: one for the adults, a smaller one for his girl. They're both iced with delicate pink swirls. He places the smaller one on the highchair tray. "There you go, sweetheart," he says. "A cake just for you."
She stares up at him, looking lost. He nods at the cake. "Go on," he says. "Help yourself."
He can tell that it kills her, but she holds up her mittens for him to look at. He pretends to misunderstand her helplessness. "Yes, baby, with your hands," he says. "Babies can't eat with a fork, it's too dangerous!" He takes her mittens and kisses each one. "It's fine if you get messy, darling. Daddy and his friends will clean you up."
Everyone is watching her. Her eyes dart around frantically and he can see the moment when it sinks in that there's no escape. Slowly, reluctantly, she grabs the cake with her mitten. The cake and icing squash against the leather. She raises it to her mouth and tries to take a delicate bite, but there's no chance of delicacy with her thick, clumsy mittens. Icing smears on her cheek and crumbs stick to her mouth. She turns big eyes to Ben, asking if that's enough, if she's done now, Poor thing.
"Tasty, isn't it?" he says. "Eat your birthday cake, baby."
He turns away for a moment to cut neat slices of cake for the adults. He places each one tidily on a plate, a fork beside the slice, and passes them around. When he turns back to Hannah, she's covered in cake and icing. She's staring helplessly at her mittens. Her chin and cheeks are smeared with icing; some of her hair has fallen out of its ponytail and it has crumbs caught in it. Her lower lip is wobbling. His girl prides herself on her appearance -- on always being dressed right, always having perfect hair. If he had to guess, being covered in cake like a messy-faced baby in front of all their friends is a nightmare for her.
He gently wipes her chin clean with a napkin. He laughs at the mess down the front of her onesie. "I should have remembered your bib," he says.
"Aww, sweetie," Tina says, dabbing her lipstick with a napkin of her own. She puts her plate to the side and looks at the smashed cake in front of Hannah. "It looks like someone enjoyed their birthday treat." She gathers a forkful of cake from the mess in front of Hannah and lifts it to Hannah's mouth. "Open wide for the aeroplane."
Looking miserable, Hannah opens her mouth and accepts the forkful. Tina feeds her another few bites and Hannah's lip wobble grows more violent with every mouthful until, finally, she bursts into loud sobs. Tina steps back, a guilty hand covering her mouth. "Oh dear," she says. Ben's pretty sure she's hiding a smile behind her hand.
"She's overtired," he says to their guests. He lifts Hannah out of her highchair and she resists him, but a moment later, she slumps against his chest and winds her arms around his neck, clinging to him. Her face is hot and wet against his neck. He smiles at everyone watching them. "You know how little ones get when they're overexcited," he says. "Why don't we go inside? I can lay her down for a nap and maybe afterwards, one she's calmed down a little, we can let her play with some of her new toys."
Anonymous prompted: baby girl’s birthday party with guests and presents? Extra humiliating would be lovely
(the image doesn't quite go with the story, but look at her defeated and pouty little face! it's perfect! this is absolutely how I imagine Hannah looking after her party -- exhausted and ready for a nap... after Daddy has cleaned her up, of course!)
(also, anon, I need to let you know how much I loved this prompt. It was such a joy to write)
*
One day, when Hannah was desperate to come, when Ben had held her on the edge of orgasm for hours, she promised that he could plan whatever he wanted for her birthday.
"Anything?" he asked, hovering the vibrator right above her clit.
"Yes," she said, pussy aching for his touch, for the vibrator, for anything. "Yes, anything, whatever you want, plan anything, I'll do it, Sir, please."
Silly girl. Silly desperate horny girl.
He wasn't going to be too mean. It was her birthday after all. In the evening, they'd dress up and he would take her for dinner, buy her wine, spoil her. She was a good girl, really, and he did adore her. She deserved some spoiling.
It's just that "whatever you want" was too delicious of an opportunity for him to pass up. He isn't a saint.
He thought about it for a while. What would be the perfect way to celebrate his girl's birthday? Invite their friends over for a gangbang? Tie her up in the yard with a tail plug, puppy ears and a sign advertising a bitch for breeding? A lovely morning hike with a cane whipping her bottom every ten steps?
So many wonderful ideas, but he knew he had settled on the right one.
*
Late morning on Hannah's birthday, Ben carried his girl out into their private backyard, where their tight-knit group of friends were waiting. Several of them cooed or even gasped with delight when they saw her. He did have to admit that she looked adorable.
She had her dark hair pulled back in a loose ponytail and a cardboard birthday hat on her head; it was decorated with red balloons, which matched the colour of her flushed, embarrassed face. He had blindfolded her this morning while he dressed her, and had only let her see her birthday outfit a minute ago: a pink onesie, a rainbow tutu, and frilly ankle socks. The look is complete with a pink pacifier gag that she can't spit out no matter how hard she tries and pink leather bondage mittens that cuff at the wrists and trap all her fingers together, robbing her of all dexterity.
And, of course, where would a babygirl be without a thick princess diaper underneath her onesie? He'd had to tie her down to get it on her, reminding her of her promise. "You said whatever I want, princess. This is what Daddy wants."
Her blush deepens at the noise from the crowd and she tucks her face into his neck to hide. He's carrying her on his hip. It would have been easier to lead her out by her hand, but this is so much cuter.
With her hiding her face, she doesn't see the adult-sized highchair in the middle of the lawn, overlooking a table overflowing with cake, treats, and presents. He sets her down in the highchair and her whole body jerks as she realises what's happening. By the time she starts to fight, though, he already has her restrained with leather straps over her chest, thighs, and shoulders. She kicks helplessly and Tina, one of their best friends, laughs.
"Oh, fussy toddler!" she says. "Is the little one overexcited?" She takes Hannah's foot and wriggles her toes like she's playing this little piggy went to market. "It's a big day, isn't it, birthday girl?"
Hannah looks away, squirming and blushing furiously. "Hey," Ben says, gentle and stern. "Don't be rude, missy."
"It's fine," Tina says. "Little ones get shy sometimes."
One by one, all the guests come up to wish Hannah a happy birthday. Some kiss her cheek, others tug gently on her hair. Everyone makes sure to emphasise what a big girl she is now. One woman squeezes the front of her diaper and says, "Not so big that you won't be using this soon, though!"
By the time everyone has said their hellos, Hannah's eyes are tear-filled. Her blush hasn't subsided for a minute. He should feel bad. He knows Hannah doesn't really like ABDL play. She may have used the words "I fucking hate it" once or twice in the past. She hates the way he dresses her when he wants her to play little; she hates the way he talks to her, sweet and patronising; she hates the way he never lets her forget that she's wearing a diaper, whether through touching it or commenting on it or making sure it's on full display at all times.
Of course, as he often points out, it never fails to make her pussy wet. "That's not the point!" she always replies, but he thinks it kind of is.
The final guest pinches Hannah's cheeks and says, "She's just so adorable, I could eat her up. Couldn't I, widdle wady? Just gwobble up your toesie-woesies."
Hannah kicks her legs ineffectually. She hates baby talk. Of all the things she hates about ABDL play -- and, trust him, there are a lot of them -- baby talk is the worst of them all.
Ben tugs Hannah's ponytail to get her attention. "Presents or cake first, baby?" he asks. The noise she makes from behind her pacifier sounds an awful lot like big girl words and he frowns. "Careful there," he warns. "Grumpy girls get put down for a nap without presents or cake."
The look she gives him says, good. He supposes it would be a bit less embarrassing -- their quiet bedroom versus the crowded backyard. So he quickly adds, "We can easily pull your crib into the living room. Everyone can sit, have a glass of wine, eat some cake, and watch how nicely you make cummies in your diapers."
Her cheeks bulge as she tries to spit out the pacifier, shaking her head frantically back and forth. He laughs. "Okay, okay, greedy girl," he says. "Presents it is."
She can't unwrap her presents with her mittens on, so he does it for her. The first thing he unwraps it a dildo that looks like a baby's bottle. He holds up it for her to see. "Sweetheart!" he says. "Isn't this perfect? I know how much you love the taste of yourself."
The next gift is a vibrator that looks like a rattle. He shakes it experimentally and laughs. "That's going to make a racket," he says.
The presents continue in that vein -- adult objects with a babyish theme. A changing mat with restraints at the corners; a pack of adult diapers with an adorable unicorns-and-rainbows print; a dildo attachment for her highchair. He makes sure to hold up every present for her to see and explain clearly and loudly exactly how they're going to use it.
Tina's present is the last. She disappears to fetch it from her car, calling over her shoulder as she goes. "It was too big to wrap!" When she returns, she's carrying a large wooden rocking horse with a dildo and large plug attached to its seat. When she sees it, Hannah hides her face behind her mittens.
"Oh sweetheart," Ben says, voice growling as he imagines Hannah rocking back and forth on that, both holes filled, face screwed up in a mix of pleasure and humiliation. "Oh sweetheart. Aren't you going to have a fun time on your new horsie?"
She stares at it, helpless and miserable. When he reminds her of her manners, she mumbles helplessly behind her gag: "Tank ooh, Tina. Tank ooh, ebbybody."
Tina presses a kiss to her cheek. "Anything for the world's cutest babygirl."
With that, it's time for cake. He had two made for the occasion: one for the adults, a smaller one for his girl. They're both iced with delicate pink swirls. He places the smaller one on the highchair tray. "There you go, sweetheart," he says. "A cake just for you."
She stares up at him, looking lost. He nods at the cake. "Go on," he says. "Help yourself."
He can tell that it kills her, but she holds up her mittens for him to look at. He pretends to misunderstand her helplessness. "Yes, baby, with your hands," he says. "Babies can't eat with a fork, it's too dangerous!" He takes her mittens and kisses each one. "It's fine if you get messy, darling. Daddy and his friends will clean you up."
Everyone is watching her. Her eyes dart around frantically and he can see the moment when it sinks in that there's no escape. Slowly, reluctantly, she grabs the cake with her mitten. The cake and icing squash against the leather. She raises it to her mouth and tries to take a delicate bite, but there's no chance of delicacy with her thick, clumsy mittens. Icing smears on her cheek and crumbs stick to her mouth. She turns big eyes to Ben, asking if that's enough, if she's done now, Poor thing.
"Tasty, isn't it?" he says. "Eat your birthday cake, baby."
He turns away for a moment to cut neat slices of cake for the adults. He places each one tidily on a plate, a fork beside the slice, and passes them around. When he turns back to Hannah, she's covered in cake and icing. She's staring helplessly at her mittens. Her chin and cheeks are smeared with icing; some of her hair has fallen out of its ponytail and it has crumbs caught in it. Her lower lip is wobbling. His girl prides herself on her appearance -- on always being dressed right, always having perfect hair. If he had to guess, being covered in cake like a messy-faced baby in front of all their friends is a nightmare for her.
He gently wipes her chin clean with a napkin. He laughs at the mess down the front of her onesie. "I should have remembered your bib," he says.
"Aww, sweetie," Tina says, dabbing her lipstick with a napkin of her own. She puts her plate to the side and looks at the smashed cake in front of Hannah. "It looks like someone enjoyed their birthday treat." She gathers a forkful of cake from the mess in front of Hannah and lifts it to Hannah's mouth. "Open wide for the aeroplane."
Looking miserable, Hannah opens her mouth and accepts the forkful. Tina feeds her another few bites and Hannah's lip wobble grows more violent with every mouthful until, finally, she bursts into loud sobs. Tina steps back, a guilty hand covering her mouth. "Oh dear," she says. Ben's pretty sure she's hiding a smile behind her hand.
"She's overtired," he says to their guests. He lifts Hannah out of her highchair and she resists him, but a moment later, she slumps against his chest and winds her arms around his neck, clinging to him. Her face is hot and wet against his neck. He smiles at everyone watching them. "You know how little ones get when they're overexcited," he says. "Why don't we go inside? I can lay her down for a nap and maybe afterwards, one she's calmed down a little, we can let her play with some of her new toys."
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