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It was a sweet sweet little baby dress; he recognised it as one of Unikarens designs. How long had it been since she had played with him like this, it seemed ages since she had done anything so overtly sexual.
It was pale pink satin with lovely lashings of matching lace on the hem and neck and cuffs; obviously short, very high wasted it flowed thickly out from chest level, soft petticoats splayed out just visible underneath. “Tell Mummy about the dress” she said “tell me how you want to wear it” She smiled lovingly at him and as ever his own sense of surrender to this gorgeous women that he loved so much overcame everything.
“Pleath let me wear it today” “Pleath Pleath Mummy” He distantly recognised the warning signs and risks in the back of his mind.
He knew deep down that she must be plotting some new humiliation, some shameful public exposure that would leave him frightened and awkward but the vision of the lovely dress and above all the firm pressure of the tight frilly plastic pants over his wet nappy that was giving him such an excitement that he cast caution to the wind.