You finally got to shoot your shot with me.
And from where you were standing, it looked like a slam dunk, didn't it?
Let's be fully clear- I see why. Every boy's dream is to get with the hot, dominant goth girl. I bet you had vivid fantasies of my Doc Martens walking all over you before you disrobed me from my black jacket and MCR graphic tee to get a look at the pale specimen underneath. I bet you anticipated me taking my rings and chains off my left hand, spitting on it, and using it on you, bringing my new little pet to climax, somehow curing your deep, deep-seated Mommy issues.
And, for the most part, you got your wish.
Granted, you were super weirded out by how strong I was. Most goth girls don't really work out much. I do.
I could tell you were surprised when I pushed you onto the bed and began removing your clothes. I loved the little look of surprise on your cute little face- you really thought this was going to go the other way. Didn't cha?
But you had that secret weapon- the little thing that had always worked on women before.
I wear a lot of makeup to appear paler, but if I put my entire supply on your face, it wouldn't cover the massive, radiating blush that came over it when I began laughing at... whatever the fuck you whipped out in a last-ditch effort to... impress...me?
Namely, your tiny little cock.
"What... the fuck... is that?" I asked, much to your surprise and embarrassment. I even flicked the flaccid little noodle you claimed had been "bigger before."
"This is what you call a "massive cock?" This thing belongs in a fucking diaper."
You tried to stand up, to protest, to fight back, to do anything, but I just chuckle. This, after all, is what you wanted. To be dominated. To be ruled over. Right? Surely you didn't just think "Goth" meant "Manic Pixie Dream Girl, but wearing black"... right? Nobody's THAT aloof. Right?
"Sit down, babyboy." I pushed you back down. "You're not leaving 'til Mommy Lynne has you allllll diapered up." I unfold a large, white diaper, and pin your wrist to the bed.
"Mommy's little baaaaaby..." I whisper, kissing your forehead, and your cheek, and your nose, and giving little smooches everywhere, which seem to calm you down. I tape the diaper on, much to your chagrin, but the kisses in your face more than make up for it, as I blow a ring of vape cloud in your face, and begin kissing your neck and cheeks. I bet with the cloud I just blew in your face, you can't see much of anything, your eyes stinging a bit, for sure, but I know with the blush that returned to those adorable little cheeks, you DID see my phone get whipped out and a picture get taken. Oops! I'm a bit of an artiste, if you will. I love photographing my work.
You just won't shut up, will you? Jeez, blubbering apologies and explanations. It's not cold in here. It's like 68 degrees. Finally, I've heard enough, and mid-ramble, I push a pacifier in your mouth, using alllll my mighty girl-strength to keep it in.
"Uh oh... where's mommy's hand going? I reach into the front of your diaper, using two fingers and a thumb to massage your little earthworm. Yeah, I like that. Earthworm.
The bliss doesn't last long- was any woman ever okay with how little time it takes you to cum? I'm straddling you, with my phone out- it took 1 minute, approximately.
After getting the glorious release you believe you're owed, you take out the big pacifier in your mouth and try to make an excuse yet again, that you're hungry and have to go. Hungry. Yeah, I've heard that one before. You barely have time to register before I lift your head up and bring it to my left tit, pressing your mouth up against it. I'm naturally left-handed, but I couldn't use my right tit. It's pierced. That would be yucky-ducky for my baby boy.
And, pathetically, much like a baby, you begin to grow sleepy, the world growing dimmer with each suck.
Sweet dreams, little baby boy, hope it was everything you wanted and more.
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