Rewritten Title

Story classifications: (As currently mandated by Anna.) (Here is the ‘Fine print’).

• Bondage tale - Daddy’s Baby Girl.
• Explicit Sex tale - Daddy’s Baby Girl.
• Food Play tale - Daddy’s Baby Girl.
• Infantile Role-play tale - Daddy’s Baby Girl.
• Intercourse tale - Daddy’s Baby Girl.
• Kinky Sex Play tale - Daddy’s Baby Girl. Key Words: Harness; Pacifier; Merlot; Gelatinous Paste. This narrative covers the previously mentioned topics as well as some other quite gross and repulsive elements. It might offend anyone or everyone completely. You can skip it! - But if you choose to read, do so at your own peril. Many of my tales feature a number before the title, along with dates. These show the order in which they were published. Although one tale isn’t strictly a continuation of another, they occasionally reference events from earlier stories. I make an effort to provide references when that occurs. Anna has limited certain topics. She explains it best: Children: This is an adult community and absolutely no discussions about children will be permitted. This also covers photos, drawings, and renderings of people who appear underage. I want to clarify that no real children or babies participated in this tale. Characters: {Me: Master}, {My wife: Submissive}. 22 – Daddy’s Baby Girl. 08/23/09 I held the box above my head while she reached up and fumbled with the lid. “There are just a few envelopes left,” She remarked as she pulled one out, letting the lid snap shut. I clicked my padlock onto the box as she did hers. As I put the box back on its shelf, she tore open the outer envelope and passed me the inner one. “It’s a blue card” I said while slowly sliding my finger under the flap of the envelope to stretch out the anticipation. “Yeah, right” She chuckled. Naturally, neither of us could possibly know exactly what would be revealed. After removing the contents of the envelope, I unfolded the paper sheet it contained to show the expected blue card. I exhaled with relief as my submissive let out a groan.

“It’s fine. Baby, Daddy will look after you well.” She just gave me one of ‘those’ looks as she slid off the bed and started undressing by habit. It seemed she sensed that my first command would be for her to strip anyway, so she simply complied before I even spoke it. As she took off her clothes, I went to the closet and brought out a box, which I placed on the floor beside the bed. She gave me a look as if to say ‘I don’t know what’s in there, but I already dislike it.’ I handed her a standard set of padded leather cuffs that we use. She didn’t need telling twice before strapping them onto her wrists and ankles. “On the bed” I said. As she climbed up, I immediately attached the ropes to her cuffs, forcing her into a spread eagle position on the mattress. The next step was applying the blindfold, fastening it tightly behind her head.

While she lay there, I explored my submissive’s body at leisure. Having secured the blindfold behind her head, I started with her hair, playing with strands and nibbling at her ears. I slowly moved down to her neck, planting gentle kisses and fondling her shoulders along the way. I was taking my time, and a long while passed before I reached her breasts. Her nipples were rock hard and as erect as I had ever seen them, standing from her chest like little towers. After much fondling, I worked my way down to her stomach. I played with her ribs. She was somewhat ticklish but I was slow, serious, and persistent. She was tied securely and had no choice but to allow me the gentle pleasures that I was taking of her body. Before I arrived at her lower region, I could see moisture glistening on her lips and a small wet spot below as she writhed on the bed. I never actually got a chance to fondle her nether area because I could tell she was near the edge and didn’t want her going over right then.

I released the ropes holding her legs and opened the box that I had stored on the floor next to the bed. Reaching inside, I retrieved a Depends. This was for all intents an adult pull-up type diaper. It looked much like a toddler’s ‘Pull up’ diaper. I was banking on the fact that since she couldn’t see what it was that I had put on her, she wouldn’t know exactly what it was by feel alone. The next item I retrieved from the box was something Mistress had made and used on me some time back. [12 - Toddler Torments 06/14/09] This garment was much like an arm binder. In this case, it was built to hold a single leg, binding the calf tightly to the thigh. There was a pocket-like arrangement that slipped over the foot, which prevented the garment from sliding off the V-shaped leg once in place. It laced up the side, similar to how an arm binder laces up the back. Soon her right leg was tightly bound with her heel resting firmly against her rump. Her left leg soon followed with a second binder. There were four pieces to this set. I released one arm. The bondage mitt that I slid over her hand forced it into a fist, robbing her of any possible use of her fingers. Like the leg binder, her fist fit into a sort of pocket. The binder forced her arm to bend at the elbow, binding her lower arm to her upper arm. Her wrists were now held tightly against her shoulders. Soon both arms were tightly bound. She had freedom of movement in all four limbs, but only at the hips and shoulders. Her elbows and knees were bent and tightly held as close to 180 degrees as possible.

There were several more items in the box. The first was not really a baby item at all. I am a private pilot and fly a small single-engine airplane. Of course, I know quite a few other private pilots, and through them, I had learned that at one of the local airports near where we live—Vance Brand Airport in Longmont, CO.—there is a rather large skydiving club. Actually, it’s more than just a club; it’s a very popular business called Mile High Skydiving Center. When I say very popular, they average well over 35,000 skydiving jumps a year. Personally, I can’t imagine why anyone would want to jump out of a perfectly good airplane. To me, staying in even a slightly damaged plane would be preferable to jumping out of it. But there are certainly some crazy people in the world. I had used my contacts to get introduced to the people who run the facility and managed to meet the person in charge of their equipment. I spent time getting to know this equipment guy. I knew without asking that their discarded equipment is usually destroyed due to liability concerns. I guess I convinced him that anyone flying a Cessna 172 will probably die soon in an airplane crash anyway, so worn parachute gear isn’t a major issue. I finally managed to convince him to give me a harness from one of their discarded parachutes by telling him pretty much exactly what I wanted to use it for. Naturally, I didn’t go into the details of the fetish aspect, which involved a bound and gagged lady, but he had at least grasped the basics. It was this harness that I now strapped onto my submissive.

The next item was a dress. Not an ordinary dress, but a fancy baby’s dress. It came with a matching pair of panties designed to fit over the diaper, featuring lots of fancy lace ruffles sewn all around them. The dress was also made to accommodate her bondage, closing securely with Velcro. It too incorporated plenty of lace ruffles around the bottom, arm and neck openings as well as around the waist and bust areas. She looked exactly like a very large baby. The dress fit over the harness wonderfully, hiding it yet allowing the D-ring attachments of the harness to remain available at the top of her shoulders. There was a matching baby bonnet that I placed on her head and tied securely under her chin. I had also found a huge pacifier. This was actually a dog’s chew toy, but I had gotten it new and washed it

thoroughly. The nipple part went deep into her mouth, filling it completely. There was a ring on the outer end that I had threaded with a ribbon and tied securely behind her head to keep the pacifier from falling out, much like a gag. Of course, the connection between this pacifier and an actual gag wasn’t entirely random. After securing the pacifier, I took off her blindfold.

What I constructed, now putting it through its paces with my submissive, is often referred to as a ‘Baby jumper’. We didn’t have gadgets like that when I was growing up; we only had traditional perambulators. I don’t think I missed out on anything by not having one myself. Even the more contemporary stroller hadn’t arrived yet during my infancy. A ‘Baby jumper’ is quite a clever contraption. They typically attach to a doorframe and hold the baby in an almost standing position using a harness, similar to the parachute harness I used here. The device uses several springs to support the weight of the child so that when she pushes with her feet, the springs help her bounce up and down. My version attached to a heavy-duty hook we installed in a ceiling beam. Appropriately robust springs supported my submissive. I had worried about matching the spring tension to her weight; if they were too stiff, she wouldn’t bounce well, but if they were too loose, they would stretch out without working effectively. Fortunately, it appeared that I had chosen the right springs for the job. Once suspended in the jumper, no matter how she moved, she seemed to keep bouncing. The parachute harness was ideal because it is designed primarily to suspend someone from their shoulders. The baby jumper connected to this harness using simple spring-loaded clips, making attachment quick and easy. Without use of her hands, my submissive could not disengage these clips.

While my submissive entertained herself in the bouncer, I busied myself setting up a piece of furniture I had acquired and modified for her. There is an apartment complex about two blocks from our house. Since I enjoy walking at night, I often pass through it. The apartments are decent enough but lack ample storage space. Consequently, residents tend to discard items they no longer need. Fortunately for me, I am somewhat of a junk collector, and the apartment dumpsters sit in parking lots along my walking route. Occasionally, I would spot furniture or other goods being thrown away. Often these items were in excellent condition; they just weren’t required anymore. I had picked up a standard baby crib. It was your typical model with sides that lower to allow parents easy access to their child. I modified this crib first by reinforcing it to support the extra weight of my submissive. Naturally, she would be restrained, but for us, using heavy-duty bondage equipment is often overkill. I altered the release mechanism so the sides could no longer be lowered while a person was inside. The original design had the mattress resting on and supported by a metal frame, which in turn attached to the crib’s main structure. I obtained a second metal frame and mounted it atop the crib. This effectively sealed the top of the crib, preventing anyone trapped inside from climbing out through the upper opening. Thus, with the sides up, the crib functioned like a cage. The top was mounted so that it could be easily removed entirely or unlatched on one side and hinged upward to allow better access into the top section. This crib had been disassembled and stored in the garage. It was simple enough bolting the six pieces together to assemble it right here in our bedroom. My submissive watched intently as I put the crib together, bouncing somewhat less contentedly than before.

Once assembled, I released my baby from the jumper herded her downstairs. My little one was really just learning to crawl (bound as she is). Descending the stairs was also a new experience for her. It took some time for her to figure out how to manage them. I decided to let her work it out on her own while keeping an eye on her, and proceeded into the kitchen to start preparing dinner for us. For me, dinner would consist of leftover roast beef from last night, baked potato, and corn. My baby was dining on ‘Good evening hearty vegetable stew’, ‘Potatoes and wild Alaskan salmon’, and ‘Squash with corn’. Aside from color, these all looked similar and had roughly the same consistency as the chocolate pudding I had added to her menu. These were washed down with a bottle of baby formula. I carried my meal into the living room and set my plate and glass of white zinfandel (which is essentially rose) on the coffee table. Baby’s food had been brought in earlier. I sat on the couch, picking up baby so that she was half on the couch and half resting on my lap. This might not sound like a lot, but it was a comfortable position for both of us.

After removing her pacifier, baby was well-positioned for feeding. It also happened to be an ideal spot where I had excellent access to fondle her breasts and lower region as well. I managed to grab bites of my dinner while spoon-feeding baby, touching a breast, and repeating the cycle. As I started feeding her, I took a spoonful of the ‘potatoes and wild Alaskan salmon’, said ‘Yum, yum,’ and intended to pretend to eat it. Somehow, though, I actually got some into my mouth. Yuck! Next time, I will be much more careful!

Once baby finished all her food, I rolled her over and placed the bottle of formula in her mouth. Grabbing the remote, I turned on the TV while holding the bottle for her. It took quite a long time for baby to finish it. She had to learn how to drink from the bottle and soon realized that sucking liquid through a standard nipple requires surprising effort. They say they drill those holes with lasers, and indeed, they are tiny. When the first bottle was done, I swapped in a second one. After all, this was a big baby, and it would be her last before bedtime. Judging by how she worked at it, her jaw must have been tired from the rigorous, unfamiliar workout. I continued fondling her until the second bottle emptied out, being careful not to let her go overboard.

Having finished dinner, I lifted baby down onto the floor. “OK baby, time for beddy bye, upstairs we go.” I’m not nearly as skilled at baby talk as Mistress is, but I gave it a try anyway. Baby crawled off unsteadily toward the stairs. Once she reached them, she quickly discovered that ascending while bound is almost an impossible task. It takes unbelievable effort to get up those steps. She struggled with climbing the stairs as I watched in great amusement. Eventually, she made her way into the master bedroom. I lifted her onto the bed since it was the easiest place to work on her there. I removed her bonnet, dress, panties, and parachute harness. Then I took off the four binders from her limbs. She seemed happy to have them off, stretching and working each limb as it was freed from its strict confinement. I left the bondage mitts on her hands. The diaper I had put on her appeared dry, so I left that in place and covered it with a pair of adult-sized plastic baby pants. These were the old-fashioned type used to cover cloth diapers previously. This garment made a crinkling sound with every movement she made. I loved it and was certain she would hate it. The next layer was a pair pajamas, typical ones consisting of a single piece covering her entire body with attached

feet. These even had covers over the hands, with long sleeves that were just sewn closed at the ends. Once she had her PJ’s on I placed leather cuffs on her wrists and ankles. I attached the ankles together. I then lifted her and gently placed her into the crib, attaching her wrists to the sides of the crib. As expected the crib was not as long as she was tall so she had to bend her legs to fit into the crib. There wasn’t an abundance of room left over once she was crammed into the available space, but I did manage to get her in. I slid up the side, and lowered the top, making sure that both were securely closed and latched into place. I turned out the lights and closed the door as I headed downstairs to finish a few chores and enjoy another glass of wine.

• o O o - I guess I have only myself to blame after all, the only two of us here is baby and myself. It seems that the laxative that I slipped into her dinner last evening had a dramatic affect during the night. The bad news is that baby has overflowed the diaper and the results have smeared themselves around the crib accompanied by an appropriate odor. The first thing that came to mind was the garden hose, but baby is restrained in her crib, which is in my bedroom. Getting this stuff on the carpet is not an option. I stripped off my own clothes in order to keep them from contamination. I released her restraints and carried her into the bathroom depositing her in the bathtub. Once she was in the tub I removed her PJ’s and finally her diaper. I wrapped the diaper in a plastic trash bag, and dumped the PJ’s into a plastic bucket. I then climbed into the tub with baby and turned on the shower scrubbing both of us clean. Of course, I had to pay special attention to her breasts and certain other areas. Baby didn’t seem to mind; in fact I think she rather enjoyed the extra attention. After drying both of us off I ordered baby back onto the bed where I once again fondled her breasts and generally worked her to a state where she appeared ready to go over the edge. I stopped my fondling and installed a new diaper and replaced her arm and leg binders as well as her bondage mitts which had been removed for the shower. I put her dress, plastic pants, bloomers and bonnet back on her and putting the pacifier in her mouth secured it tightly behind her head. I then ordered her downstairs. The plastic pants crinkled loudly as she crawled across the floor. Meanwhile I stripped the soiled sheets off the crib and stuffed them in the bucket along with her PJ’s. I grabbed the bucket and plastic bag containing the soiled diaper and headed downstairs. My first stop was to find baby, who had made her way into the living room. I laid down a plastic sheet and erected the playpen around her. Turning the TV on to a cartoon channel. Stopping to run outside to deliver the bagged diaper to the garbage can I headed down to the laundry where I dumped the bucket of soiled bed ware into the washing machine. Back up on the main floor I let baby out of the playpen as I headed into the kitchen to make us breakfast. I decided that I would make a good breakfast consisting of bacon, scrambled eggs, hash browns toast and coffee. Baby would dine on baby cereal, Apples & pomegranate juice, pears & blueberries, cinnamon raisin granola, rolled oats with apples, a bottle of formula and a bottle of apple juice. It may sound like there was a lot of stuff for baby, but all of this comes in really tiny jars so the total volume wasn’t all that much and it gave her a wide variety of tastes. Other than the color everything seemed to have the same consistency. I knew better than to taste most of the stuff for myself even most mothers aren’t that brave after they make that mistake the first time. Baby crawled around the kitchen as I prepared our meal. Actually, there was somewhat of a sinister reason for my allowing baby the freedom to crawl around. I knew from experience just how much energy it would take, bound as she was to move around. She wouldn’t notice it at first but by early afternoon the energy she was expending now would creep up on her. When breakfast was ready I carried everything into the living room and called baby over to sit on the couch with me. Once again I positioned baby laying against me much as I had done last evening so that I could easily feed her as well as myself. This position also made her breasts available for fondling and like last evening it was a spoonful for her, a mouthful for me, and a fondle. Breaking somewhat with the baby theme I started with a large glass of orange juice. I did this because I wanted to make sure that she got enough to eat and drink. Of course my main reason was to be sure that she got the most out of her diaper. Once the meal itself was done I laid baby on her back and held the bottle of formula for her. She didn’t seem to be very fond of the formula. I can’t say that I really blamed her. Have you ever tasted that stuff? I was determined that she would have to finish the bottle so I encouraged her by saying ‘Yum, yum’ and such. It didn’t seem to convince her, but I insisted that she finish and eventually she did. When the breakfast dishes had been stored in the dishwasher I brought out a new toy that I had built for baby. This was something that I had fabricated on my own. Basically it was two rings that I had fabricated out of rebar. Rebar is the steel bars that they use to strengthen concrete structures. In this case I had bent the bars into two circles. Sort of like two hula hoops, one slightly bigger than the other. I had welded the ends together to make circles. I had then taken additional bars and welded the circles equidistant together to make what looked like a giant lamp shade frame. I had added six wheels stolen from the front of shopping carts to the bottom of the larger ring. Adding a fabric seat suspended from the top ring. What I had created was a very large baby walker. One of those things you put a baby in and it holds them erect so that they can just reach the floor with their feet and push themselves around. This one was perfectly sized for my large baby and more than sturdy enough to hold her. She sat suspended by the fabric seat her feet, or in this case with her legs bent as they were, her knees just barely touching the floor. Most of her weight was suspended between her legs however the seat was designed to be just that and was designed to suspend her weight relatively comfortably. Of course I had no idea how successfully the design had met with reality. Most baby walkers have a tray and a few toys but I had not bothered with anything quite as fancy as that. I could tell from the look on her face that she was not exactly thrilled with her new toy. I don’t think a tray or toys would have made much difference in her opinion. As baby pushed herself around the living room I went to check on the laundry. I let baby play in the living room while I completed some other chores around the house. She managed to push herself all around the main floor of the house. Without the use of her hands which were securely bound in the bondage mitts and immobilized by the binders she really couldn’t get into much trouble by grabbing things nor could she get out of the walker by herself. Before I even realized it lunch time had crept up on us. Being an adult a late lunch isn’t a big thing, but babies need to be fed on a regular basis. The first phase was to lift baby out of her walker and check her diaper. I was not surprised to find that the diaper was soaked. I had brought my bucket and a pile of diaper changing supplies. I removed her diaper and threw it into the bucket. A pile of used baby wipes soon grew on top of the diaper. I applied a generous helping baby oil. Since I am a surrogate mother, and not a real one I have no idea what baby oil is supposed to do or be used for, but I saw it in the store and it looked like something every baby should have. Next I applied a generous amount of baby

powder. The oil seemed to help the powder stick to baby, so I figured that I had that part right. Before I installed a new diaper after I had installed a butt plug and dildo. These, of course were not really baby items, but I wanted to keep my baby happy. As I installed these devices I took the opportunity to fondle and play with baby. I watched carefully for signs of her approaching orgasm and stopped just prior to its arrival. The diaper was covered with the crinkly plastic pants that I liked the sound of so much, and finally the baby bloomers. Since lunch was forthcoming I removed the pacifier and replaced it with a ring gag. Baby didn’t seem to be thrilled about that but I thought she looked cute with her mouth held open like that. Of course, she immediately began to drool uncontrollably. I let baby crawl around on the floor as I cleaned up the changing supplies and made lunch. After a big breakfast I wasn’t all that hungry and settled on a simple ham sandwich. Baby was having tender chicken and stars, green beans corn and rice, sweet potatoes, and apples cherries and plums. Of course, a bottle of formula and a bottle of apple juice would help to wash it all down. Once again we sat on the couch as I spooned the food through the ring gag in baby’s mouth. All of the food seemed to have the gelatinous consistency of pudding so the gag didn’t really cause that much of a problem although it did seem to take more effort for baby to swallow. Baby didn’t seem to be to thrilled with several of my selections especially the sweet potatoes, which she doesn’t like in real life. I figured that mothers don’t ask babies what they want to eat and just shovel their choice into their baby’s mouths, so that’s what I did as well. It took baby a little while to figure out how to handle the bottle feedings with the ring gag in place but eventually she got that down. Once again I enjoyed fondling her throughout her meal being careful to keep her on edge but not letting her go to far. Once the lunch dishes had been cleared I ushered baby down into the den and out the sliding doors into the back yard. She didn’t seem to want to go outside but with the encouragement of a good shove and a few harsh words she crawled out into the yard. It was a warm day and we played in the sun for literally hours. I had to use more and more encouragement to keep baby on the move. Eventually it appeared that she was really tired. I herded her back into the house and into the living room where I erected the playpen around her. She slumped down on the floor and by the time I had started dinner she was sound asleep. Dinner for me would be a steak, baked potato and corn accompanied with a nice glass of merlot. Baby’s dinner would be Good evening creamy chicken noodle dinner, Butternut squash, Macaroni & beef dinner, accompanied with the traditional baby formula and apple juice. It took about an hour and a half to bake the potato and get everything else ready. Baby slept happily as I played in the kitchen. I set up dinner as usual in the living room coffee table. As the steak was spending its final few minutes on the grill I grabbed my bucket, rolled baby over onto her back and gave her a much needed diaper change. Baby didn’t seem thrilled about being awakened but I needed to feed her dinner. By the time that task was finished dinner was ready. Dinner followed our standard procedure. A spoonful of gelatinous paste for baby, a mouthful of steak for me a fondle for baby and so on. Once dinner was over I placed baby back into the walker while I cleaned up the dishes. Baby seemed to have a somewhat different reaction to the walker with the dildo and but plug in place. I then went to the garage where I retrieved another contraption that I had been working on. In my travels through the apartment complex I had come across a baby stroller that had been discarded. This particular stroller was what I believe is called a ‘Jogging stroller’ These have relatively large bicycle type wheels and are designed for moms who want to go jogging while they push their baby in it’s stroller. This particular stroller happened to be designed for twins, or at least two small children who sat side by side. This was the feature that I exploited. This stroller being designed as a jogging stroller and made to carry the weight of two children was sturdy and well built. I removed the two fabric seats and replaced them with a single adult sized larger one. The basic design remained the same it was just the configuration of the seating that I had changed. I brought my modified stroller up to the living room where baby was playing. Baby took one look at the stroller and I could see in her eyes the expression of ‘You’re not even going to take me outside in that thing!’ Of course, that was exactly my plan. I picked baby up out of the walker and transferred her to the stroller. She fit beautifully, which had been somewhat of a concern. I fastened the harness straps that I had incorporated in the new design that would keep her from either falling or climbing out. Of course baby did not have the use of her hands but I had been careful to make sure that the fasteners on the straps would be well out of the reach of the occupant’s fingers. Baby started shaking her head and making noises of objection as I pushed her toward the front door. Reaching in the coat closet next to the front door I produced a good sized pink baby blanket which I placed over baby’s body making sure that it covered her legs. Baby continued her protest. “You had better quiet down or you’re only going to draw a lot more attention to yourself” I warned as I opened the front door and pushed her out onto the front porch. It was early evening. About a half hour before it would really start to get dark. Once we got outside baby quieted down quite a bit. I pushed her down the street. The stroller worked beautifully and seemed to have no problem accommodating my baby’s weight. It was five or six blocks to the open space park near our home. There are several paths around this park. The path we normally take is about a mile in length. I decided to take the longer one this evening which is probably about two and a half miles. I enjoyed being outside since I enjoy walking like this I also enjoyed getting the exercise. Baby remained relatively quiet and seemed to settle down even more as the sun set and it began to get dark. We passed several people while we were walking along the main path. Several were sitting on benches and didn’t seem to be all that interested in the passers by. When we met other people that were walking I crossed the road so that we would pass at some distance on opposite sides of the road. By the time it began to get dark we had also reached the longer paths and it would be unlikely that we would meet additional people. Even if we did the darkness would most likely hide the size and other oddities of my baby. By the time we arrived back home it was late and time to get baby ready for bed. I un-strapped her from the stroller and lifted her out. Sending her upstairs I retrieved my bucket and changing supplies. Baby struggled with the stairs and had only managed to climb to the third step when I returned with the bucket. I continued upstairs and put the now freshly washed sheets on her crib. By the time I had laid out her PJ’s she had completed her trip up the stairs. I sat her up on the floor and removed her dress and bonnet. Then I wrestled her down onto her back and proceeded to change her diaper which once again needed changing. Fortunately, the diaper was just wet this time. Once again I used the baby oil and powder then had some fun fondling her bringing her to the brink just before I installed the new diaper and PJ’s. Finally I removed baby’s arm and leg binders before I crammed her into the crib once again fastening her wrists to the sides of the crib before securely latching it closed. It wasn’t long at all before baby was asleep. Laying in my larg

I was comfortable in the bed; it wasn’t long before I drifted off to sleep too.

• o O o - The baby had a surprise waiting for me that morning. I could tell as soon as I approached her crib. Fortunately, this time everything stayed neatly inside the diaper. By then, I’d become quite skilled at changing diapers. In no time, I secured the messy part in a plastic bag and re-applied baby oil along with talcum powder to her skin. After putting her arm and leg binders back on and dressing her again, it was breakfast time. I carried the baby bouncer downstairs and positioned it near the kitchen doorway, watching her bounce while I cooked up a hearty meal of hash browns, grilled ham slices, scrambled eggs, toast, and my essential coffee. The baby enjoyed whole grain cereal with raspberries, some country-style goodness, and pineapple-glazed ham. Although that ham wasn’t originally planned for breakfast, I had grabbed several jars at the market without fully mapping out her menu. Besides, since I was eating ham too, it didn’t seem unusual. Apart from color, everything she ate shared a similar texture—more gelatinous than anything else.

I placed the ring gag on her this morning while dressing and decided to leave it in during feeding. It made things slightly trickier for me but ensured she couldn’t close her mouth to protest once tasting the food. Breakfast followed our usual routine, mixing equal parts feeding and fondling.

After breakfast, I took baby out again in the stroller. She had complained bitterly last evening when we went out; it was late then, with darkness settling quickly around us. This time it was a clear, bright morning, yet she clearly didn’t want to go outside where people might notice her. Given how restrained she was and the ring gag keeping most of her sounds unintelligible, she really couldn’t fight much anyway. That didn’t stop her from grumbling though.

Once I wheeled her onto the front porch, I held up a baby blanket. Placing it over her to look casually thrown on while sleeping, it just barely covered her mouth, hiding the gag. I warned her that if she moved even slightly, the blanket might slip and reveal both the gag and give viewers a better glimpse of her face. With the blanket plus the large frilly brim of her bonnet covering much of her features, it was hard to see her clearly as long as she pretended to sleep. She quickly agreed, feigning napping while I pushed her around.

About two hours later we returned home.

I wheeled baby straight into the backyard upon arrival, ensuring the gate closed securely behind us. Lifting her out of the stroller, I let her crawl from beside the house into the yard proper. Stowing the stroller in the garage, I joined her outside to play, chasing her across the grass. After several hours confined in the stroller, she was likely cramped but rested and ready for exercise. Crawing around on a small lawn may sound simple enough, but with hands bound near shoulders and feet tied close to thighs, it takes surprising effort moving forward on knees and elbows. One tires quickly over short distances others wouldn’t think twice about. Baby showed signs of fatigue; after an hour and half without rest (which I enforced), she could barely move.

Back inside meant lunchtime. Unfortunately, by now I had used up all the baby food jars. However, there remained a large box of powdered baby cereal mixed with milk into a paste resembling oatmeal—I’d delayed using it because it actually tastes pretty good. Preparing a big bowl using formula instead of water/milk as per instructions, I fed her until finished before giving another bottle.

Loading the dishes away, I noticed baby clearly needing yet another diaper change again. “Upstairs baby” prompted her toward the stairs for their familiar climb struggle. While she worked up them, gathering my bucket and supplies headed to master bedroom upstairs. Once lifted onto bed removing dress/panties/diaper together once more a pile of wipes collected in bucket before cleaning complete too! Before new diaper installed expected bring brink climax point experience expect stop revel frustrations didn’t expect enjoy full orgasm this time body shook ring gag no match sounds excitement crest fade into afterglow opportunity begin anew foundlings.

Excitement built quickly again requiring little work/coaxing hoped noticed telltale signs encroaching thrown body down pinning bed way bound took much pin arms/legs throughout process excited within seconds covering entered another few seconds exploded simultaneous orgasms erection softening slid off next basked afterglow reached unbuckled ring gag began release laces held arm binders tightly before long free climbed run tub full water adding generous amount bubble bath returned just finishing removing leg binders “Those binders are really horrible devices” said picked carried quickly filling tub.