#theseusinthemaze

When Suzy first mentioned this particular kink of hers, you were a little nervous about actually trying what she liked.  But she explained it, you watched videos of it together, her hand down your pants, as you came to what was on the screen happening.  Eventually you asked her to show you exactly what it was that she liked about it, and she happily agreed.

Which lead to where you are now, sitting across from each other on the bed, her legs thrown over your hips, yours around hers.

“Do you trust me?” Suzy asked, running her thumbs over your jawbone.

“Yes.” You nod, grasping her thighs.

Leaning in, she presses her lips to yours as her thumbs run down to the middle of your throat, just the tips pressed together.  As she presses softly, she leaves her lips pressed against yours, catching your gasp, as your lips spread, spreading hers as well.  She doesn’t press in too hard at first, just enough that your breath wheezes softly, your hands grasping her sides.

“Breath for me.” She whispers, her fingers fully letting up off your airway.

“Suzy.” Your voice sounds wrecked to your own ears, and you can feel her shiver.

“How does it feel?”

You breath out a laugh, but instead of an answer, you run your hands up over her chest, until your thumbs are now resting on her throat.

“Can I do it to you?”

Her eyes sparkle as she nods, pulling you closer, with her hands on the middle of your back, settling herself more on your lap, hands falling to your hips. At first you don’t press in much, but her breath hitches anyway, fingers squeezing against you.  You give her a few quick kisses to settle yourself, before you go again, this time pressing in further, but still as gentle as before.  This time the noise she makes sends a shiver down your spine, thrums of arousal streaming through you, as you squeeze again, just to hear them again.

When you pull back fully, Suzy pulls you into a kiss, her movements shaky but sure at the exact same time.  Moving her legs around, she sits up more, pushing you onto your back, lips still pressed against yours, as she moves to one side, straddling one leg.  Her hand slips down and presses between your legs, groaning at the immediately obvious state of your arousal.  As she works her hand, she presses her forearm against your throat, gently leaning into you, just enough for you to feel it.  Reaching up, you press your fingers between her legs, two fingers pressing easily into her, your palm grinding against her clit.

It’s when she presses harder for a few longer seconds that finally sends you over the edge, just that little extra push.  For a few moments she doesn’t let up, then eases back, letting you gasp sharply as she keeps her other hand moving.  Wrapping one hand around her throat, you press softly a half dozen times, helping Suzy to her orgasm.  Her hand stills, as she lays against you, your fingers slipping out of her, resting against her thigh.  She presses a soft kiss to your lips, as she smiles sleepily, wrapping her arm around your waist.

“That, that is defiantly a thing we’re doing again.”

Cartoon noises and things come from the tv in the room, the only real source of noise for right now, the stuffed animal in your hand quiet.  When you shift there’s a slight crinkle, but it’s not enough to really draw you out of the slight trance you’re in, watching the characters on screen.  For a while you were playing with blocks and your toy doll house, but those were just a distant thought now.  You’re so wrapped up in what you’re doing that you don’t even notice someone else in the room until they’re right next to the tv.

“Hi, Momma.” You say softly, around your pacifier.

“Hi baby, feeling ok?” Arin asks, biting his glossed bottom lip.

“Uh huh.  Toons.”

Arin nods at your point, watching for a moment before moving to sit down behind you, dress coming up his thighs slightly.  You watch for a little while longer, before turning your attention to Arin, resting your head on his bare knee.

“What’s up, butter cup?” He asked, petting the top of your head.

“Hungry.”

“I can get you a bottle, or maybe a sammich, or.” He trails off as you reach up, tugging at the neckline of the dress.

“Can you feed me like you used to when I was a baby?” You ask, innocent eyes looking up at him.

You can see the fully shiver that racks through him, as he nods and helps you up on the couch with him, as he tries to maneuver the both of you.  In the end it’s him lying down, with you on your stomach between his legs, face in his chest.  You drop you pacifier excitedly as he pulls the dress down, exposing one of his nipples, other hand on the back of your head.  As soon as your mouth wraps around the small nub, Arin lets out a soft moan, and you can feel his cock hard against your stomach.

“That’s my good, Pumpkin.” He praises, as you continue to suckle, his fingers rubbing the back of your head.

Even though there’s no milk, you’re comfortable and warm, wrapping close to Momma, letting him hold you close.  When your teeth graze his nipple softly, you feel a jump under your stomach, which makes you do it again, Arin whining.

“Careful, Pumpkin. You know not to use teeth.”

“Does it hurt?” You’re voice is over sweet, which only makes Arin groan again.

“No, but you shouldn’t.”

“Why?  Does it have to do with this?” You ask, rubbing your hand over his erection.

“Pumpkin!” He sucked in a breath, pulling your hand away.

“If you want to take care of it, Momma, I won’t tell anyone.  I’m real good at keeping secrets.”

Arins face was flushed as he shook his head, trying to fight to just give in, moaning again as you shift against him.

“No, no.”

“If you say so, Momma.”

Latching back onto his nipple, you ignore his warning about teeth, biting just hard enough to keep him moaning, but not hard enough for him to stop you. Reaching down, you pull the hem of his dress up, until it’s over the top of his panties.

Your cheeks are burning red as Suzy stands over you, her hands on her slim hips, one perfect eyebrow cocked up.

“Well well well, what do we have here?” She asked, her voice sickly sweet.

You bite your lip, looking down at the puddle under you, that is still slowly spreading across the floor.  She knows the answer, it’s pretty obvious, but you know what she’s doing, shes giving you an excuse to lie, to be bad to her, well, for her.

“What?” You ask, looking up at her with innocent eyes, as innocent as you can get anyway.

“Uh uh uh, baby, you know better.  I know you can feel what I’m talking about.”

Between your legs throbs softly at that, and you find yourself shaking your head, and shiver as her smile turns just that much more sinister.

“That’s strike two.” She shakes her head in faux sadness, wicked grin on her face.

“Uhhhh, Juice?”

The look that crossed her face made your whole body shutter and shrink in on yourself, scooting away from her, making the puddle spread.

“And that’s strike three.”

~*~

Staring at the mobile above your head, your cheeks feel on fire as Suzy pulls your lower clothes off, tossing them and your soaked undies in the trash.

“You told me you were going to be good.” Suzy tsked, rubbing between your legs, and thighs,  with a chilly wet wipe.  “Told me that you were too big for diapers, that you were my big Pumpkin pie.”

Covering your face with your hands, you whine a little. “I am big.”

“Not big enough to not piss yourself.”

Her tone snaps through you, making you try and close your legs, but her forearms were there to keep them open, pressing just a little hard.

“Uh huh, that’s what I thought.  So you know what we’re going to do?  We’re going to diaper the baby.”

“Nooo.” You whined, blush moving further up your face, and to the back of your neck.

“Yep, we’re putting the big ones on you too.”

“But, but.”

“No buts, I told you what was going to happen if you kept having accidents.  I can only believe you so many times when you say you’re big.  So this is my only option.”

Your face is firmly buried in your hands as she goes about getting you dipped, cool hands working quickly, purposely ignoring your arousal.  She’s well practiced at what she does, and only a few moments later, shes pulling the last strap on the diaper.

“There we go, nice diaper for the baby.” She cooed, tickling your tummy.

You squirm a little, none of the movements helping the throb between your legs, hoping she would take care of you, or just put your pants on and let you go. It’s the drop of her garbage that reminds you of the beginning of all this, the reason for her putting the diaper on at all.

“Oh no.” You gasp, the heat on your face sparking again.

“Oh, What’s the matter baby?  Realize that I can’t put your pants back on, how they weren’t wearable anymore.  That you’re going to have to walk around the office today like a toddler, in just your diap-y and shirt.  Knowing that everyone is going to see what a big baby you are today.”

All you can do is moan, body shaking as she moves around the table, pressing a kiss to your forehead before leaving the room.  You know the rules, once in the diaper you were hereby banned from touching anything bellow it, and if caught mama would make sure you didn’t come for days.

“Aww, Suzy didn’t tell me we had a baby in the office today.” Arin cooed from the doorway, making you flush hard again.