Subspace – Emma · Bound 4 · Part 1 (1/2)
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Baby Kit “Do you wear the harness under the baby clothes?” the caramel skinned colored woman, of Korean and Brazilian descent, asked.
There was no reason for her to blush as she licked the woman's pussy towards a second orgasm. Princess was insatiable most of the time as she found herself getting the former indentured servant off when she was around her once again. She didn’t mind. She was used to being subservient and this was far better treatment than she received the last few years from her old master.
Princess had been her biggest supporter through this tumultuous first week of the cruise. The two of them had life changing experiences already and there was some comfort in facing the unknown future with another in similar circumstances. If anything, she had great respect for the woman's outlook in face of the adversity that she faced, something she struggled with after a life of being bullied and worn down. Princess was also her temporary owner along with her Goddess.
It was through her Goddess that Kit met the former maid that now went by Princess. If she hadn’t got lucky on the first night of the cruise and found a way to get the attention of the woman who seemingly had all eyes on her. Emma, her Goddess. The woman who gave her a bit of kindness in a moment that she truly needed. Of course she refused to give her real name to the woman who became her Goddess because of the pain and negativity it caused her. So her Goddess gifted her a name and what has turned out to be, a new beginning. She may not be the focus or the one they want in the end, though Princess was adamant about starting a harem.
She had a place that provided her with something she never had or felt she would. She belonged and, to an extent, felt wanted or at least cared for in a way to promote her own wants for once. Even if it only lasted two weeks, she was Kit and it made her feel good for the first time since her early youth.
She finally felt a sense of safety and security. The problem was it was temporary and that scared her plenty. She walked into an abusive relationship with nothing and was discarded with even less. She had been thrown out by her Master after he met a new woman within an hour of boarding the ship. The woman's jealousy of her, along with her Master likely wanting an upgrade over her after years, had left her with nothing once again. She didn't even own clothes.
For years, her Master kept her naked to further humiliate and degrade her underdeveloped body. That had already changed even if she was uncomfortable wearing clothes again. Hence, she wore her harness mostly when not required to wear clothes.
The first time her Goddess and others were at the ranch for a special VIP milking session that even she, a flat-chested woman, participated in as a hucow. It was in meeting one of the ranch’s co-owners that Kit laid her eyes on something that truly fascinated her. Her name was Primadonna and Kit saw the strength, elegance and beauty of the pony girl. She saw how well she was taken care of. It left her desiring to experience something like that. The body harness Primadonna wore conformed to her body and accentuated her feminine curves. Kit didn't have a feminine body or much in the way of curves, but Primadonna and the harness left her with a number of feelings.
One of the main feelings was that she wanted to be strong and beautiful like her. She wanted to be desired, loved and cared for. And a competitive side of her wanted to outshine and break Primadonna’s records. Her desire to become a pony girl had taken root from that experience, but her owners wanted her to… spread her wings in a way and experience multiple things. Being a pony girl was on that list, but she waited to experience it for now even if she had been to the ranch a couple times to watch the pony girls and ask questions. She was hoping her first experience as a pony girl would be with her Goddess.
After being encouraged to get clothes or find something to fit her own desires, Kit bought a couple of body harnesses. Her lackluster body that shamed her was still on display as it had been for years. But as she wore it, she had a sense of yearning to be more, a small sense of pride in showing off her body for once, a sense of acceptance, and desire to become something… more.
At times she felt like an outsider and fought those feelings. In the end she wanted to make her owners proud. They were destined for far more than Kit would ever accomplish. Yet, she hung on to the thread of hope. They and a few others had seemed to genuinely care for her, but it was just over a week into the cruise and it would end in mere days. Keeping herself busy was one way to avoid the terror of what would happen after the cruise was over. She had nothing and was nothing. She couldn’t face her family again. No, she needed to find a place for herself. It was good they had her experiencing different things. More chances to find a place to stick. Hopefully one with a better future for someone like her.
Kit finished giving her owner her second orgasm before responding, “No, your Majesty. She prefers me to be ‘au naturel’ before dressing me. Plus, it's likely to be unsanitary to wear a harness under the diaper. And I definitely don't want to ruin the harnesses even if they can be replaced. They are a part of Kit… of who I am for now.”
“Are you looking forward to your date with her today, my pet?”
“Yes, your Majesty. The night I was auctioned off and had the playdate, I was terrified. It was another nightmare. A humiliation I didn’t want at the time, but needed. I know we didn’t know who would bid and for what. I was clearly chosen specifically based on my looks. While I didn’t enjoy my time on that little playdate with the other ‘baby’ and his bratty attitude. I enjoyed her. Our moments together whether feeding or alone. Those things are the reason I'm going again.”
“You're hoping for another bath with her.”
Kit did blush this time at the memory of her first bath with Nanny.
“Yes,” Kit stuttered out, “and more.”
“Good. You deserve it. Maybe we should take a bath together at some point and see how it goes.”
“I would like that, your Majesty. Though I expect it would result in a similar result as we are currently in.”
“As if that didn’t happen between Nanny and you. Plus, I never hear you complain about how delicious I am. You always seem to come back for more.”
“You said I need training in how to please a woman. And I learned years ago to never complain to my owner,” she responded, wincing at the last comment.
Princess reached up and grabbed the sides of Kit's face, “You're not in that relationship anymore. I want you to speak up as does Emma. We want you to enjoy yourself, but we need you to communicate with us.”
Kit attempted to nod, but ended up responding, “Yes, your Majesty. Um… maybe you should start lactating, I've wanted to try out some chocolate milk.”
“You have had a taste of Nanny and your Goddess. Now you want more?”
“Do you not try multiple things to find out which you like more?”
Princess smiled at her and let her face go before laying back down with Kit still in between her legs.
“One more then you are off to be diapered, swaddled, and breastfed.”
“You almost sound jealous. Maybe you should join me in playing the role.”
“Now you sound like the unicorn in offering me to be placed in chastity like her.”
“Is that so bad?” Kit said moments before her head dropped into the folds of the woman she had pleasured multiple times most every day she had been here.
“Yes!” Princess screamed. “How else can I train my pet to pleasure royalty like me?”
Princess was waiting in the front room of the suite as Kit made her way out after cleaning up. Wearing her body harness and her maid heels. As much as the others wanted her to get new clothes, she still struggled to wear them. Between the maid heels and ballet boots, she had more shoes than she ever had since she left her parents house. The ballet boots were for her Goddess. She wanted to please her and still had no idea how she could walk in hers. As she was going alone and they would be removed soon after she got to her destination, the maid heels made the most sense. She hadn’t been a maid for a few days now and was wondering if her training would continue. She would have to ask some other time.
Next to Princess was the giant rubber Amazonian bimbo doll, Dolly. This was the Dolly suite and she was the special attraction of it. While Kit was getting better and more comfortable, she still had an uneasy feeling towards Dolly. She knew Dolly couldn't hurt her. Her mind was no longer her own and programmed. Kit was small compared to normal people, but Dolly was a giant compared to them. The massive platform heels she wore exasperated the whole thing. That and the massive breasts that were each bigger than her head. Rubber suit or not, Dolly even looked more female than Kit despite being a man trapped inside the suit. Kit had only heard part of the story and didn’t learn as much as some of the others. She knew Dolly was no threat, but the size difference was difficult to swallow though she was getting better with it.
“Enjoy your date, or is it a playdate? Either way, have fun.”
Kit nodded to Princess, “I will. I find myself looking forward to it. While I'm exploring as you and Goddess asked, I know Nanny has interest in me. She managed to make me feel comfortable in an experience I thought I would absolutely dread. Now I get to see what it's like with just the two of us.”
“Does she know about your ideas?”
“Most of them, but I will find out soon enough if any of them happen. Thank you for letting me serve you, your Majesty.”
Princess stepped up to Kit, her hand stroking Kit's cheek, “You're a wonderful pet. Now go be a spectacular baby.”
“Chocolate milk,” Kit said almost offhandedly.
“You know that's not how it works.”
Kit shrugged, then bowed before turning and leaving the suite.
Soon Kit stood outside another suite, a few floors down from where she came from. Though she wasn’t super comfortable in heels, she had taken the stairs instead of the elevator. It was often faster as the elevator often had far more people using them, leading to more stops and delays. It’s not that Kit was impatient. She was excited and truthfully could use the exercise as well as get used to the heels more. Her owners didn’t like her barefoot while exploring or traversing the ship, except maybe around the pool and a few other places.
The woman opening the door wasn’t dressed flashy or like a dominatrix or a submissive slave. She looked like a regular everyday woman if this was the 1950s. Her black with white polkadot dress hung from the back of her neck, flowing down over her massive breasts. The skirt flared out above the knees. Her nylon covered legs went down to cute, white, sensible heels. Her dark hair parted on the side with a big looping curl in the front. Her makeup was immaculate with her red lips highlighting her smile.
“I'm so glad my baby girl could make it. Please come in.”
“Thank you, Nanny. You look amazing.”
“I wanted to impress my baby girl,” she responded as Kit stepped into the suite. “Did you want to talk first or get started?”
“I am open to whatever you want. I would like to talk at some point. Most of it can wait until the end. We can discuss things as you get me ready.”
“Sounds good, anything you want or expect before we get started?”
“No. I trust you. I imagine you plan to make it something I don’t forget if you were serious about building something more. I've already given you a heads up at some things that interest me to try. Whether we do them will be up to you.”
“Let's head to the nursery then.” As they walked further into the suite, Nanny asked, “Are you usually this quiet?”
“This is me being loud and obnoxious, at least for the past few years. Voicing anything didn’t lead to anything good.”
“I'm sorry to hear that. You deserve better.”
“I'm not sure what I deserve. Life hasn't been kind. My body has led to endless ridicule and worse. It wasn’t lost on me why the auction went the way it did, when I found out what was planned. It was my body once again that was bid on to be ridiculed and humiliated again. I should be used to it, but it still hurts. Can you please remove my harness?”
“I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable. We don’t have to do this. We can also talk things through more if you want. Or it is fine if you prefer to leave.”
Kit was standing next to the changing table with her arms above her head, her heels already kicked off.
“I came here to do this because of how you treated me that evening. I may have been horrified by the whole situation and Timmy was an unpleasant part. His Mistress paid for me to be there. It took me some time. Your treatment of me won me over even if the tease and denial was tough. Babies don't have orgasms anyway. The payoff was worth it. But your warmth and care, that mattered the most. Something I haven't had much of in my life until my owners here and now you. I'm here to be your baby girl because I want to see what it's like, just the two of us. I won’t pretend I can do this full-time, but I want another chance to experience it,” as Kit finished, she looked expectantly with her arms above her head while wearing only her harness.
“You're so precious. I believe you will be the most wonderful baby girl I could ask for,” Nanny said as she started unbuckling the harness.
There was some minor conversation while Kit found herself flat on her back naked on the changing table. Nanny had Kit's legs spread so she had access to her genital region. It led to the question while stroking Kit's slit, “Would you mind if I removed what little body hair you have down here? Babies tend to be nice and smooth. It will also be more hygienic, especially in the long-term. I know this is only for a few hours, so feel free to say no.”
“It’s fine. I didn’t think there was anything down there.”
“There isn’t much. But I like it when my babies are clean, bare, and soft.”
Kit laid there on the changing table. Nanny had left to get what she needed in the other room. Kit was used to being alone when no one was using her. A discarded and abused toy, there for other people's enjoyment. Her life in recent years.
Things had been different since she was truly discarded days ago. The treatment was better than she ever could hope for. Hope. A scary thing that plays with you in so many ways. She hated hope. It was a cruel Mistress that had tormented her relentlessly. Always teasing her with something better, only to feel the chains of her collar attached to the wall leaving her fingertips away from… what?
Freedom? She had run instantly into an abusive nightmare that cost her her freedom the moment she got her first taste of freedom.
Something better? What is actually better? The grass isn’t always greener. Never mind the thorns, the stinging insects, and every pitfall on the path. Forget the true nightmares going off path.
What is it she wanted above all else? The simple answers are to belong, to be wanted, and maybe to be desired. But the world isn't simple, especially when other humans are involved. Each of us is often focused on their own wants and desires. Overly judgemental towards anyone and anything that doesn’t match their narrow-minded and usually hypocritical views.
Are my current owners any better than my previous one? She wanted to scream that they were. They, and some others, genuinely cared and wanted to help her in some ways. But they were also dealing with their own things. They encouraged her to explore and find what she wanted, but there was so little time to do something of that scale justice. She wanted to please them, likely from her own need to belong and not be rejected again. At least, they didn’t look down on her or make her feel less. They allowed her to be what she was comfortable with even if she wasn’t sure what that even was to her.
Her old self wasn’t stupid, but she wasn’t a genius either. It’s easy to ask if things would have been better if some things were different if; the negativity towards her didn’t break her, the loneliness, being ostracized for looking different, or any number of things that piled onto the spiral of self-esteem issues, depression, and any number of issues.
What would it have been like to have a friend? She had one once as a young girl. Probably the last time she had been happy and carefree. The last time her size, looks, and everything else were similar to everyone her own age. She didn’t stand out for all the wrong reasons as her later years have proven.
In her own thoughts, Kit hadn’t realized she was playing with her nipple rings. One hand flicked one up, and down. The other had a finger looped inside and gently pulled on it.
“Seems my baby girl is ready to play,” Nanny spoke as she returned, startling Kit. Her hands immediately left the rings and went to her sides. She saw Nanny pushing a cart full of things, smiling as she looked at Kit. Nanny added, “Play while you can. It is normal for babies to explore their bodies and other things. We will get you in your mittens soon and you can probably still play with them, but you will be more restricted. It will be for your own protection as I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”
Feeling a little embarrassed, she responded, “I won’t hurt myself, but I am here for the experience.” Kit flinched as the hot moist towel pressed against her exposed crotch.
Nanny asked, “What naughty thoughts did my baby girl have in her mind when I walked in while playing with her little rings?”
“Nothing naughty in the context you are implying,” Kit responded and she went on to explain. It was unusual for Kit to open up to anyone. Sure, Princess had done it a bit, but she felt compelled to open up and talk to the maternal woman who wasn't much older than her. It was an odd feeling for Kit, yet she took the chance to explore it.
Through their brief discussion, Kit learned that Nanny was a licensed masseuse and esthetician.
“I have worked on some with genital piercings. Usually just clit piercings and occasional labia rings. I haven’t been around one with nearly as many as you, not counting the number of other piercings or art on your body,” Nanny commented.
Kit, still lying on her back as the woman finished caring for her groin region after the hair removal, responded, “My previous owner had all this done to me over a few years. It was often a form of punishment or humiliation. An affirmation of my place as his property.”
The frown on the woman's face, especially at the last line of her statement, further secured Kit's belief that Nanny wouldn’t treat her like her former master. She was clearly the more loving and nurturing type. Only solidified by the embrace she quickly found herself in soon after the statement.
“I'm glad my baby girl is here with me now. I will take such good care of you,” Nanny said as Kit felt the pressure of the woman's large chest compressed against her flat chest lessen as their hug ended. “Let's get you ready for a good day.”
The smile on the woman's face was huge as she held the bottle of powder shaking out some of the contents.
“I don’t want my baby girl to get a rash,” she said while taking a moment to rub Kit's pierced clit.
Kit let out a soft moan only for the touch to end.
“I know it is a bit mean to get you worked up before sealing away your flower. You're just so adorable and I want to make you feel good in every way. If you're a good girl and agree to it, I will make it worth it for my baby girl after we end our play session.”
“It’s fine and I think I would like that,” Kit responded as Nanny brought the front of the diaper between Kit's legs. Holding the padded front, she attached the tabs to the back portion at the sides. There was also a click.
Kit was sealed in the diaper that had a metal cable that helped form what was essentially a chastity device. Her previous experience wearing one, she knew she couldn’t take it off, especially with the other items she was sure she would be wearing. She also knew there was a shield of sorts that prevented her from rubbing herself or being a naughty baby girl.
Pink plastic underwear pulled up over the diaper to help prevent any leakage.
A pink onesie followed, covering Kit's upper and mid body. The first time she wore one, she was initially horrified. This time she tried to savor the feeling. The care and compassion that the woman snapping the buttons between her legs exuded was something Kit wanted more of.
With the matching pink mittens and booties added to Kit, Nanny announced, “Time to feed my baby girl.”
Nanny was sitting in an oversized recliner with a pillow over her lap. Kit slid into the chair with her head on the pillow and her small body curled around Nanny's side. Nanny had pulled down her polkadot dress to pop out and expose one of her large breasts. She clearly wasn’t wearing a bra. Kit latched on to the nipple as Nanny leaned forward.
With Kit sucking the teat, Nanny spoke, “My baby girl looks so malnourished that I made sure to save all the milk for you. There will be no sharing with others. It is all yours, both of them.”
Kit kept drinking the life sustaining nectar of the woman who was singing lullabies for her.
It turned out that emptying both of Nanny's breasts was way more filling to the point of unpleasantness. She wanted to be a good baby girl, so she finished.
Her Goddess had large breasts and she selfishly drank from one this morning by herself without asking. That led to others sharing her other one to the discomfort of her Goddess. She felt bad for creating discomfort for her. She truly did worship the woman who was the first to be nice to her in many years.
Her Goddess’s breasts paled in comparison to the size of Nanny. The amount of milk was significantly more at least to Kit. The only person who had bigger breasts than Nanny was Dolly and hers weren’t real. Nor did Dolly's produce milk that she knew of.
With the feeding done, Nanny had Kit roll over onto her stomach.
Lying on the pillow over Nanny's lap, Nanny patted Kit's back, “Be a good baby girl and burp for me.”
Kit was surprised as she loudly belched and felt some of the discomfort in her belly dissipate. It was unexpected as she hadn’t been ‘burped’ since she was a baby.
“My, my. My baby girl had a big gas bubble to get out. Let's see if Nanny can get more.”
Kit had rolled over after her burping was complete. Nanny's large breasts were still exposed and blocking Kit's view of Nanny's face. The soft flesh of one of the breasts pressed into Kit's face as Nanny moved for a moment. With another shift, Nanny's face appeared over her chest with a big smile.
“Now that my baby girl is fed and satisfied, I'm sure she is ready for her binky.”
Kit caught sight of the oversized pacifier gag as it passed over her head and reached her lips. Opening her mouth, Kit let the rubber nipple slide past her thin lips until the plastic base was flush against her mouth. The straps fell down the sides of her cheeks as Kit was looking into the brown eyes of the beautiful woman leaning over her. A warmth and hint of sexual desire in the woman's face as she lifted Kit's head and buckled the straps of the gag behind her head. Kit wasn’t sure if her reaction was conscious or not as she started sucking on the rubber nipple in her mouth like a good baby girl.
Kit watched as Nanny leaned forward over her and kissed her baby girl's forehead before speaking, “You're so beautiful. I'm perfectly happy to sit here and look at you while fantasizing about all the wonderful things I want to do with you.” She stroked Kit's hair as she spoke. “It is time to turn some of those fantasies into reality, my adorable little girl. First I want to do your hair.”
Kit found herself sitting on the floor in front of a mirror. As her hair was done, she took in further what she was wearing: her onesie, her mitted hands, and her booties covering her feet. Very pink and girly. She was used to being naked or barely covered. Her body seemed disproportionate under the onesie at the bottom due to the bulk of the diaper. It made sitting an adjustment at the least. Her flat chest was still noticeable and the outlines of her nipple rings were visible.
Another noticeable change was that her tattoos along her torso were covered. They were meant to be another source of humiliation and degradation. It left her conflicted when they were not on display. They were put on her as a form of punishment and humiliation that was meant to harm her. But part of her needed humiliation and degradation or she felt empty. Whether that was an unhealthy feeling or a fetish she truly had, it had been part of her life so long, she didn’t know how to live without it. Not that her current outfit and situation wasn’t humiliating and degrading, but it was done with her consent and desire for a change.
Subspace – Emma · Bound 4 · Part 1 (1/2)
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