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A Day With Mistress Madieanne free porn video
A Day with Madieanne
I am totally naked, lying down on a high table. There’s a big diaper underneath my butt, stuffed with inserts. This is going to make a very, VERY big padded package between my legs. I’m dying to feel the soft cushions on my skin, to fill the inserts and diapers with warm, golden pee.
But I have to wait. Because first, mistress wants to make every hair on my body stand up. To see goosebumps all over me.
Her soft fingertips slide over my legs, up to my crotch. She tickles my tiny penis, my balls. She takes care of my hips, makes little rounds on my stomach, the area just above my sissy clitty. She rises up, comes closer. I see her black lacy bra stick out from underneath her short pink satin baby doll. She’s standing close to me, when I look up, I can see her friendly face, the pink bow in her hair. Her distinct curves. ‘Baby loves mommy tickling her, doesn’t she’, she says with her breathy voice. She pulls my nipples. ‘I’m going to dress up little Charlotte in sooo many layers, petticoats, a sweet pink dress….she will look sooo sweet’, she coos.
She does not dress me, yet. She continues teasing my nipples, stroking my skin ever so lightly, tickling me. I really FEEL my body. It’s almost hypnotizing, a sensual massage. Then, after what seems like ten, fifteen minutes, she tapes the big diaper on me. Mistress adds pink plastic pants, and white padded pants over that.
I cannot close my legs, so thick is the package over my crotch. Wonderful. Mistress then points towards all the lovely clothes and things she assembled. ‘Dress up time’, she coos. Pink fishnet stockings, with an open crotch for my diapers. eLayer after layer of pink petticoats. On my feet, light pink, padded baby slippers.
Mistress helps me stand up. I waddle like a duck over to a clothing rack filled with the frilliest, sexiest baby dresses. She holds up several items, each one makes me swoon. I get to try on an ultra-short, pink satin baby dress. But that doesn’t fit.
Mistress makes me feel all the satin, the lace, the frills. I feel like floating on a big, pink, fluffy cloud.
I stick out my arms, mistress makes me wear an oversized, very pink and very lacy dress. She ties a pink bib around my neck and a small pink apron around my belly. She makes sure the big diapers stick out from underneath the dress.
To make me drift even more into little space, mistress takes a rubber mask from her huge collection. It’s bald, with a white ribbon on the back of the head. Over the mask, she puts a long blond wig, adds pink ribbons and a diadem with pink rabbits. Pink satin gloves with white lace on my hands. Pink mincing ribbons from my wrists to my ankles.
I can’t believe all the pinkiness, all that satin, all the lace. When mistress helps me over the full-length mirror, I feel weak in the knees. The creature that looks back is what I look like in my dreams.
Then I hear a noise. From behind the door leading towards mistress Madieanne’s playrooms (three rooms stuffed with dildo’s, fetish gear, bondage chairs, clothing, rows and rows of chastity toys, whips, chains…you name it, she’s got it), it sounds like someone’s coming in. I look to mistress, she looks back, unfazed. A woman comes in. Her giant breasts, stuffed in a white lacey bra, are unmissable. Her nipples stick out of two holes in her bra. She has glasses on, with her hairdo she looks like she just walked out of a fifties high school movie. She wears white stockings and a white garterbelt, plus white lace panties. ‘This is Nathalie’, mistress says, ‘she helps clean the house, and sometimes lends a hand with little babies.’
I’m mesmerized by the giant bra and rockhard nipples, I feel I start to dribble on my bib. Mistress laughs. ‘Ooh look, Nathalie. Baby likes you!’ She pushes me on my knees. Nathalie comes closer, when I look up I can only see the bra.
She strokes my long blond hair. ‘Don’t you look lovely, sissy baby’, she coos. Her voice is high and husky. ‘Start sucking for me,’, she says, while pushing the teat of a large baby bottle between my masked lips. When I finish the warm formula, she takes another bottle, and makes me empty that one too. ‘We want you to fill those diapers, little girl’, she says from behind the two big lacey bumps.
When I finish my second bottle, I lay back. Nathalie smiles a warm smile. Mistress stands next to her. ‘What a fantastic nanny she is, isn’t she?’, Madieanne says. ‘Sooo gorgeoussss. Lovely body.’ Mistress runs her fingers, that turned me on a short while ago, over Nathalie’s body. Nathalie closes her eyes, her fiery red mouth opens up a little. Mistress gently strokes her arms, her shoulders, and slowly, slowly, goes towards the bra. She lifts up the breasts one by one. ‘Ooh, so heavy.’ Nathalie leans back a bit. Mistress starts stroking the breasts, paying attention to her nipples. ‘Lovvvely’, she moans.
My little sissy clitty stands up to attention. But I also feel my full bladder. When mistress slides down one hand between Nathalie’s legs, and I see a small wet spot appear, I can’t back any longer and start wetting my diapers. Nathalie moans, mistress licks her lips and I can’t take my eyes of the spectacle in front of my, while my warm pee streams and streams and streams.
‘Are you filling up your diapers, baby girl’, mistress asks. ‘Maybe Nathalie can change you.’ Nathalie, with flushed cheeks, lets out a final moan. ‘I’ll get back to you later honey’, mistress says, ‘this isn’t something little baby girls should watch’, and she giggles.
Nathalie bends over, and makes sure her globes touch my masked face. I can feel the heaviness on my head. She takes my gloved hands, lifts me up and leads me to the changing table. ‘Let’s get you cleaned up, honey.’ Another stream of golden liquid fills my diaper when I stand up. The warmth on my skin, combined with the snug stuffers, make me let out a disapproving grunt. I love to waddle around in soggy diapers, it makes me feel so little.
‘Oh, what is it baby, you don’t want to have your diaper changed? Let me check just how full they are’, Nathalie says, while running her fingers between my legs. I feel her breasts push against my back. I shiver. ‘Oh, they can take a few more wettings I guess.’ She pats my backside. ‘We could add one more diaper, to be on the safe side.’ She lets me stand against the changing table and walks towards a big closet, stuffed with diapers. She bends over, letting me have a wonderful view of her garter-enclosed butt. ‘This one will do’, she says, while taking a xxl-diaper from the stack. She turns around. Again, I can’t take my gaze from her magnificent chest.
When I lay on the changing table, Nathalie seems to make sure her nipples are just inches away from my lips behind the mask. I feel an urge to stick out my tongue, to try and lick those nipples. When I do so, Nathalie’s face changes in a second. She hits the insides of my leg with anger. ‘That’s! Not! For! You!’, she says sternly. Mistress, who left the room shortly, comes in. When Nathalie informs her what I did, she frowns. ‘Let’s take care of that naughy behavior right away’, she says. From one of the closets, she takes a red gag ball, pushes it between my lips and binds it behind my head. ‘No more naughtiness now.’
My legs sting, while Nathalie tapes another diaper on my, making my legs stand out even more.
When I’m done, I’m pushed down on the floor. There are several baby toys on a fluffy blanket, and I’m playing with a rattle. I hear Nathalie and mistress talk to each other in the next room. Nathalie’s still angry, for some reason. Mistress comes in, stands over me, while Nathalie stands opposite to her. Their breasts almost touch each other. It’s tantalizing to watch.
They nod to each other, then things go really quick. Before I know it, my hands and feet are cuffed together, with a short chain connecting both cuffs. Then, mistress ties a pink satin blindfold over my masked eyes. I lay in a foetal position on the blanket, unable to see. I hear heels clicking, someone taps her feet against my padded backside. ‘Let’s leave the baby here darling, she can’t go anywhere.’ The heels click away to another room.
After a while, I hear moaning, kissing sounds. Slobbering sounds. More, heavier moaning. In my head, several scenarios unfold, of mistress and Nathalie making love to each other. I shift my weight, so that I can fill my diapers with more pee.
Then I hear another pair of heels clicking towards me. I smell a heavy perfume, hair tickles my arms. Next to me, the moaning shifts towards loud cries. I hear a buzzing sound, then something hard and rotating is pushed against my diapered crotch.
The feeling is incredible. Not a word is said, while the tension next door builds and builds, it also builds between my legs.
I roll around a little, lay on my back with my hands and legs upwards. The girl next to me (I can’t tell if it’s a girl, a woman, another sissy) turns up the rotation power. When I hear a long loud moan, I guess Nathalie, from the next room, something’s ready to be released in my diapers. I moan, I jerk my hands and feet. Yes, it’s coming, it’s coming, it’s co….
Then, abruptly, the buzzing toy stops. The figure next to me stands up, and leaves. Nooo, I scream, but the gag prevents me from actually making a clear, understandable sound. I jerk my arms and feet some more. I was almost, almost there! How cruel. I feel tears of frustration dribble down.
Two sets of heels come towards me, from the next room. I hear a whizzing noise. A whip? I shiver. What do they have in store for me?!
I am totally naked, lying down on a high table. There’s a big diaper underneath my butt, stuffed with inserts. This is going to make a very, VERY big padded package between my legs. I’m dying to feel the soft cushions on my skin, to fill the inserts and diapers with warm, golden pee.
But I have to wait. Because first, mistress wants to make every hair on my body stand up. To see goosebumps all over me.
Her soft fingertips slide over my legs, up to my crotch. She tickles my tiny penis, my balls. She takes care of my hips, makes little rounds on my stomach, the area just above my sissy clitty. She rises up, comes closer. I see her black lacy bra stick out from underneath her short pink satin baby doll. She’s standing close to me, when I look up, I can see her friendly face, the pink bow in her hair. Her distinct curves. ‘Baby loves mommy tickling her, doesn’t she’, she says with her breathy voice. She pulls my nipples. ‘I’m going to dress up little Charlotte in sooo many layers, petticoats, a sweet pink dress….she will look sooo sweet’, she coos.
She does not dress me, yet. She continues teasing my nipples, stroking my skin ever so lightly, tickling me. I really FEEL my body. It’s almost hypnotizing, a sensual massage. Then, after what seems like ten, fifteen minutes, she tapes the big diaper on me. Mistress adds pink plastic pants, and white padded pants over that.
I cannot close my legs, so thick is the package over my crotch. Wonderful. Mistress then points towards all the lovely clothes and things she assembled. ‘Dress up time’, she coos. Pink fishnet stockings, with an open crotch for my diapers. eLayer after layer of pink petticoats. On my feet, light pink, padded baby slippers.
Mistress helps me stand up. I waddle like a duck over to a clothing rack filled with the frilliest, sexiest baby dresses. She holds up several items, each one makes me swoon. I get to try on an ultra-short, pink satin baby dress. But that doesn’t fit.
Mistress makes me feel all the satin, the lace, the frills. I feel like floating on a big, pink, fluffy cloud.
I stick out my arms, mistress makes me wear an oversized, very pink and very lacy dress. She ties a pink bib around my neck and a small pink apron around my belly. She makes sure the big diapers stick out from underneath the dress.
To make me drift even more into little space, mistress takes a rubber mask from her huge collection. It’s bald, with a white ribbon on the back of the head. Over the mask, she puts a long blond wig, adds pink ribbons and a diadem with pink rabbits. Pink satin gloves with white lace on my hands. Pink mincing ribbons from my wrists to my ankles.
I can’t believe all the pinkiness, all that satin, all the lace. When mistress helps me over the full-length mirror, I feel weak in the knees. The creature that looks back is what I look like in my dreams.
Then I hear a noise. From behind the door leading towards mistress Madieanne’s playrooms (three rooms stuffed with dildo’s, fetish gear, bondage chairs, clothing, rows and rows of chastity toys, whips, chains…you name it, she’s got it), it sounds like someone’s coming in. I look to mistress, she looks back, unfazed. A woman comes in. Her giant breasts, stuffed in a white lacey bra, are unmissable. Her nipples stick out of two holes in her bra. She has glasses on, with her hairdo she looks like she just walked out of a fifties high school movie. She wears white stockings and a white garterbelt, plus white lace panties. ‘This is Nathalie’, mistress says, ‘she helps clean the house, and sometimes lends a hand with little babies.’
I’m mesmerized by the giant bra and rockhard nipples, I feel I start to dribble on my bib. Mistress laughs. ‘Ooh look, Nathalie. Baby likes you!’ She pushes me on my knees. Nathalie comes closer, when I look up I can only see the bra.
She strokes my long blond hair. ‘Don’t you look lovely, sissy baby’, she coos. Her voice is high and husky. ‘Start sucking for me,’, she says, while pushing the teat of a large baby bottle between my masked lips. When I finish the warm formula, she takes another bottle, and makes me empty that one too. ‘We want you to fill those diapers, little girl’, she says from behind the two big lacey bumps.
When I finish my second bottle, I lay back. Nathalie smiles a warm smile. Mistress stands next to her. ‘What a fantastic nanny she is, isn’t she?’, Madieanne says. ‘Sooo gorgeoussss. Lovely body.’ Mistress runs her fingers, that turned me on a short while ago, over Nathalie’s body. Nathalie closes her eyes, her fiery red mouth opens up a little. Mistress gently strokes her arms, her shoulders, and slowly, slowly, goes towards the bra. She lifts up the breasts one by one. ‘Ooh, so heavy.’ Nathalie leans back a bit. Mistress starts stroking the breasts, paying attention to her nipples. ‘Lovvvely’, she moans.
My little sissy clitty stands up to attention. But I also feel my full bladder. When mistress slides down one hand between Nathalie’s legs, and I see a small wet spot appear, I can’t back any longer and start wetting my diapers. Nathalie moans, mistress licks her lips and I can’t take my eyes of the spectacle in front of my, while my warm pee streams and streams and streams.
‘Are you filling up your diapers, baby girl’, mistress asks. ‘Maybe Nathalie can change you.’ Nathalie, with flushed cheeks, lets out a final moan. ‘I’ll get back to you later honey’, mistress says, ‘this isn’t something little baby girls should watch’, and she giggles.
Nathalie bends over, and makes sure her globes touch my masked face. I can feel the heaviness on my head. She takes my gloved hands, lifts me up and leads me to the changing table. ‘Let’s get you cleaned up, honey.’ Another stream of golden liquid fills my diaper when I stand up. The warmth on my skin, combined with the snug stuffers, make me let out a disapproving grunt. I love to waddle around in soggy diapers, it makes me feel so little.
‘Oh, what is it baby, you don’t want to have your diaper changed? Let me check just how full they are’, Nathalie says, while running her fingers between my legs. I feel her breasts push against my back. I shiver. ‘Oh, they can take a few more wettings I guess.’ She pats my backside. ‘We could add one more diaper, to be on the safe side.’ She lets me stand against the changing table and walks towards a big closet, stuffed with diapers. She bends over, letting me have a wonderful view of her garter-enclosed butt. ‘This one will do’, she says, while taking a xxl-diaper from the stack. She turns around. Again, I can’t take my gaze from her magnificent chest.
When I lay on the changing table, Nathalie seems to make sure her nipples are just inches away from my lips behind the mask. I feel an urge to stick out my tongue, to try and lick those nipples. When I do so, Nathalie’s face changes in a second. She hits the insides of my leg with anger. ‘That’s! Not! For! You!’, she says sternly. Mistress, who left the room shortly, comes in. When Nathalie informs her what I did, she frowns. ‘Let’s take care of that naughy behavior right away’, she says. From one of the closets, she takes a red gag ball, pushes it between my lips and binds it behind my head. ‘No more naughtiness now.’
My legs sting, while Nathalie tapes another diaper on my, making my legs stand out even more.
When I’m done, I’m pushed down on the floor. There are several baby toys on a fluffy blanket, and I’m playing with a rattle. I hear Nathalie and mistress talk to each other in the next room. Nathalie’s still angry, for some reason. Mistress comes in, stands over me, while Nathalie stands opposite to her. Their breasts almost touch each other. It’s tantalizing to watch.
They nod to each other, then things go really quick. Before I know it, my hands and feet are cuffed together, with a short chain connecting both cuffs. Then, mistress ties a pink satin blindfold over my masked eyes. I lay in a foetal position on the blanket, unable to see. I hear heels clicking, someone taps her feet against my padded backside. ‘Let’s leave the baby here darling, she can’t go anywhere.’ The heels click away to another room.
After a while, I hear moaning, kissing sounds. Slobbering sounds. More, heavier moaning. In my head, several scenarios unfold, of mistress and Nathalie making love to each other. I shift my weight, so that I can fill my diapers with more pee.
Then I hear another pair of heels clicking towards me. I smell a heavy perfume, hair tickles my arms. Next to me, the moaning shifts towards loud cries. I hear a buzzing sound, then something hard and rotating is pushed against my diapered crotch.
The feeling is incredible. Not a word is said, while the tension next door builds and builds, it also builds between my legs.
I roll around a little, lay on my back with my hands and legs upwards. The girl next to me (I can’t tell if it’s a girl, a woman, another sissy) turns up the rotation power. When I hear a long loud moan, I guess Nathalie, from the next room, something’s ready to be released in my diapers. I moan, I jerk my hands and feet. Yes, it’s coming, it’s coming, it’s co….
Then, abruptly, the buzzing toy stops. The figure next to me stands up, and leaves. Nooo, I scream, but the gag prevents me from actually making a clear, understandable sound. I jerk my arms and feet some more. I was almost, almost there! How cruel. I feel tears of frustration dribble down.
Two sets of heels come towards me, from the next room. I hear a whizzing noise. A whip? I shiver. What do they have in store for me?!
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