Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357
John came home to find the lights dimmed and romantic music playing. The stupid baby must have forgotten romance is for adults. He pulled at his tie, calling my name, and found me in the kitchen wearing a skimpy little lingerie set. My ass was out, and the heels I wore were so tall. The nude thigh-high stockings hugged my legs in a way that made his dick instantly twitch. “Wow, Honey. What’s all this?” He slipped up behind me, pressing his erection into my ass and kissing my neck. I giggled and swayed into him.
“Oh, you know.” I turned in his arms and helped him out of his shirt. My fingers skimmed down his pecs and toned stomach until I was undoing his belt. “I got you something new today.” His eyes were hooded as he watched me undress him. “A high chair!”
John’s ABDL Cucky High Chair
“A what?” He chuckled, half confused and half aroused. I pushed down his pants, right there in the kitchen, and stepped on the bunched fabric between his legs so he could step out. His hands went to my tits, and I let him fondle me for a moment. Getting us both excited.
I took his hand, pulling it from my breasts, and led him to the living room, where a changing pad was laid out on the floor along with a diaper and changing supplies. His locking mittens and booties, too. John groaned and shook his head. “Not tonight, baby. I just wanna fuck you.” My eyes rolled, and I pushed him to the floor.
“As if.” I giggled. Lifting his legs to push the diaper under him and powder his hard cock. He might be saying no, but he’d never really turn down a chance to be pampered. I tapped him up tight, slipped his little fuzzy booties on, and held open his mittens. I loved how the mittens restricted him from using his hands or removing his diaper. Once they were on, he was really a baby. “Good boy.” I encouraged him once he was diapered and ready to get buckled into his high chair.
“Good boy.”
The chair was adult-sized, meaning that when he sat in it and I put the tray down, his feet would swing, and he’d be helpless. When he sat down, I could see how unsure he was about having no control over what would happen next. “If you’re good, Mommy will let you cum inside of her tonight.” I lied with a grin, and John nodded.
But then the doorbell rang, and panic showed all over his face. “Kayla! No company. I’m fucking diapered!” He yelled and waved his mittened hands about. “Unlock me.” I skipped to the door, ignoring him, and opened it. “Holy fuck, you can’t be doing this!” He wailed.
My date, a real man, laughed and grabbed my ass. I could see John sweating and thrashing in his high chair. I let the bull kiss me. Slow, deep, and passionate, but John’s crying was such a distraction. “Sorry, you know how it is trying to date single Mothers.” I giggled and popped a binkie into John’s mouth. “Remember, baby. Be good, and you can make cummies in Mommy AFTER.”
“No, no, nooo!” John cried from behind his binkie as I turned my back to him and back into the arms of the man who’d fuck me like I wanted. Not like some pathetic, little dicked diaper bitch who I strapped to a high chair.
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