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Mia's Baby Girl

Published: July 29th 2020, 2:01:02 pm

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Mia chuckled to herself as she glanced over the e-mail again, making sure she hadn't missed any important details as she considered how to answer. It wasn't that she was against it... She had colleagues who had talked about it, and told her they enjoyed it. She'd never really thought it was her style, however. 

Looking at the name signed at the bottom, she couldn't help thinking this would be a good chance to give it a shot. Bambi... It was kind of the perfect sissy name, one that practically begged to be dominated by her. And, fortunately, that was her job... She'd been a pro-domme for a while now, and she had plenty of experience in many different areas, including toilet slavery, which was the closest thing she'd done to this. 

She'd always considered this something a little softer, and nicer, and she was generally a harsher Mistress... Her friends had told her there could be shades of that in this kind of play, though, or that it could be exactly that, simply with a different outfit for her client. She wasn't sure how much she believed it, but it wasn't a bad idea to give it a try, see if it was something she could add to her repertoire.

Mia had to order a few things, although, since she didn't know if she was going to do any more than this one session, she didn't go too crazy. She found a sample pack of three for cheap, and a few other basic supplies, then had to wait for the appointment, wondering if she'd made a mistake, if she was going to end up ruining her client's experience, keeping them from finding and hiring a domme that was actually more in tune with what they wanted. Should she have recommended one of her friends, who had done this before?

She was feeling almost as nervous as her client surely was on the day, nearly jumping out of her skin when she heard the doorbell ring. She composed herself, putting on her game face, and strutted over to the door, only to find a little girl out there, in jeans and a baggy t-shirt. She came close to ignoring the bell, letting her move on to the next house, but she looked so small and helpless... It didn't feel right to leave her to fend for herself if something was wrong. Mia just hoped they could work this out before her client arrived, or else this would be awkward; her dungeon was no place for a kid.

"Is everything all right?" Mia asked, opening up the door. It didn't seem like it, from the way the girl was looking around, bouncing anxiously in place. "If you need to call someone, I..."

"Umm.. I-I..." the girl stammered.

"I'm happy to help you if you need it," Mia said. "If not, I don't need any Girl Scout cookies or anything, so..."

"I-I'm not a Girl Scout!" the girl blushed. "I'm... A-Are you Mia?"

Mia frowned, wrinkling her brow. "Yes," she replied cautiously.

"Oh, good!" the girl smiled. "I-I checked the number on the house, but I was still..."

"Where did you hear my name?" It was a small neighborhood, fairly spread out... Mia didn't really know anybody here, which was exactly the way she liked it. She didn't want anyone to ask what went on in this house.

"I-It's me!" the girl told her, fumbling in her purse, pulling out her driver's license. "Bambi... I-I'm here for my appointment."

"Oh." It took a lot to surprise Mia, though discovering that not only was her client not a sissy, but this nervous little girl - who was, she made sure to check, an adult after all, no matter how young she looked - was enough to do it. "Well," she continued after a moment, handing the license back to her. "Come on in, then."

She led Bambi into the house, closing the door behind her, taking her into the living room, where she had the girl's wardrobe set up, waiting for her. "I had a feeling you wouldn't show up properly attired. Do you really think I'm going to trust you to clean my house when you look like a slob? Go on, get undressed... Or do you need my help? And, for wasting my time, young lady, your little butt is going into diapers for the rest of the day. Do you understand?"

Mia had heard there was a lot of cross-over between sissies who were into diapers, and maid play, so that was what she'd prepared. She had a bit more experience with that, so she'd decided to base the scene around it... Once she'd seen Bambi, she worried she might have made a mistake, but the girl thankfully started fumbling with her clothes.

"Y-Yes, ma'am," she said.

Mia stepped over to her, pinching her cheeks between two fingers, lifting her face up to stare her in the eyes. "It's 'Mistress' to you," she told her. "Or do you want to go over my lap?"

"N-No, Mistress!" Bambi squealed, going limp as Mia began to undress the girl herself, taking over. Mia hoped she hadn't gone too far, but, when she got to Bambi's underwear and saw the wetness there, she knew she hadn't. 

"Th-This uniform is so short, Mistress!" Bambi gulped, tugging at the skirt. In reality, it was a bit bigger on her than Mia had planned, although more than enough of her diaper was still on display. "Y-You really want me to clean like this?"

Mia could barely stop her giggle as she gave the girl a swat on the backside, the combination of the resulting squeak, the crinkling, and just how adorable her client looked in the outfit almost too much for her. "Unless you want a spanking, then yes, that's exactly what I want, little lady."

Mia watched her clumsily dust for a little while, her padded bottom wiggling as she waddled around the living room, before walking up behind her slipping a finger into the legband of her diaper. "Just as I thought," she declared. "You're awfully wet, young lady... But I don't think that's from an accident, is it?"

Bambi's whole face turned bright red. "I-I'm sorry, Mistress," she said. "I-I've been thinking about this for... W-Well, as long as I can remember. M-My family is really conservative, though, s-so I knew they'd never accept it, a-and I never thought I'd get the chance to do it... A-And then I went off to college, and it's still all I can think about... I-I just thought if I could come here, and do it once, I-I could get it out of the way, and go out on dates like a normal girl, w-without..."

Mia cut her off, which Bambi seemed grateful for, although only until she heard the next question. "And how is it going?" Bambi fidgeted, squeezing her legs together, clearly enjoying herself more than she'd expected, this experience not doing its apparent job of breaking her of this desire. "Why don't you sit down, and I'll get you something to drink?" Mia offered.

Bambi tried to protest, but Mia easily pulled her over to the sofa, sat her down, returned with a glass of water. The poor girl's hands were shaking so badly, she spilled half of it onto herself. "Bambi!" Mia scolded. "You're here to clean things up, not make more of a mess... I'm starting to think you really do need that spanking! Am I right?" Bambi nodded, apparently before she'd realized it, since she immediately started to blush.

"Pl-Please, punish me, Mistress," Bambi told her, confirming that her original plan wasn't working, that she thought that maybe this would help break her of this desire, if she could associate the pain with this experience.

Staring down at the tiny girl, Mia couldn't bring herself to do it. "I think I will," she mused. "Go stand in the corner, young lady."

"B-But, Mistress..." Bambi stared up at her with big eyes.

"That's right. I am the Mistress, and I'm in charge, and I say you're in time out. You're obviously too little of a baby to get a spanking... So I think this is a much more suitable punishment."

Mia wouldn't have thought she'd get anything out of it, but it was impossible to deny how adorable Bambi was, squirming boredly in the corner, then begging to be let out so she could go to the bathroom, and, especially, wetting herself, watching her diaper sag slightly. It was such a simple thing, and not her normal style at all... It definitely seemed like the correct course of action for Bambi, however.

At the end of the session, Mia sent Bambi home in a fresh diaper, positive that the girl had both enjoyed herself, and not accomplished what she'd apparently come to Mia hoping to do. It was obvious she'd loved the whole thing, even before she'd started to tear up when she hugged Mia goodbye. Mia felt a little bad, but it was just as clear that Bambi didn't really want to ignore this part of her, and that she shouldn't... 

Mia couldn't help thinking about her, expanding her services to include more diaper play. That didn't help, though... The clients that did book her for that were boring compared to Bambi, and she was just imagining doing those things to the girl, instead. She half expected to get another e-mail from Bambi, looking to do it again, but she remembered the girl had told her she'd saved up for a while to afford it, and that it was a bit of a drive from her college.

So it was Mia who wrote the next e-mail, something she never did. "I actually have another location that's closer to you," she offered. "And sessions there are cheaper... If you're interested..."

Mia knew it was a bad idea... It was better to maintain a separate dungeon, away from your real life, and not give that address away to your clients, much less invite them over... But what was Bambi going to do?

She didn't tell Bambi it was her house, of course, just gave her the address, and started buying supplies. She had diapers she'd bought for her dungeon, yet they didn't seem good enough for Bambi... She needed something thicker, and cuter. And she needed clothes, too. Mia wouldn't have admitted it, but she'd Facebook-stalked the girl after the first session, and, from her pictures, it seemed like she always dressed the way she had for their first meeting, in big, baggy, shapeless clothes, no dresses or skirts, or anything like that.

There was nothing wrong with being a tomboy, but Mia suspected it was only because Bambi was so tiny and flat-chested, without the long legs or curves most of her classmates probably liked to show off. Mia didn't want to push her too hard... If she could show the girl she was cute just as she was, however, then she'd feel a little better about this whole thing.

"S-So I'm not your maid?" Bambi asked, after, of course, accepting the offer, and showing up for her next session, Mia not even giving her a chance to undress herself this time, simply stripping her down and putting her into a diaper and t-shirt.

"Nope," Mia shook her head. "You did such a bad job, you've been demoted down to a little diaper baby, and nothing else."

Bambi blushed, but it was obvious she didn't really mind. "I-I don't get anything to cover my diaper?" she tugged at her shirt.

"Well, if you insist," Mia smirked, producing a pair of ruffle-seated tights to slide up the girl's legs, completing the look with a bunny-ear headband. "You wait here, sweetie... I'll get you something to drink."

Of course, after what had happened last time, Bambi didn't get a glass... She got a sippy cup, one that Mia would hand over only after the girl had promised to use both hands. 

Her doorbell rang, a little sooner than expected, and Bambi jumped. "It's okay," Mia promised. "We talked about this, remember? I want to show off my cute baby girl... Are you still all right with this?" Mia had wanted a bit more time to get Bambi used to this, but she had to take what she could get.

Bambi gulped, nodded. "Y-Yes, M-Mistress."

Mia shook her head. "No, that doesn't sound right. I think you should really call me Mommy, instead." Bambi's eyes lit up at that, and, although she was nervous at first, she did very well with Mia's friend, who was more than happy to tell the girl how adorable she was. Mia had felt like it would mean more coming from somebody else, and it seemed she was right.

"D-Does she do a lot of sessions like this?" Bambi asked, still blushing, but seemingly happy, once the other woman had left. Mia smiled, realizing Bambi must have thought this was another domme, someone used to this sort of thing, when, in reality, it was one of Mia's friends, one not into any of this at all... Mia knew she was very accepting, however, and had warned her about what it was going to be. 

"Not exactly," Mia answered, deciding to keep it a secret, for now. She didn't tell Bambi the truth for several more sessions - each at a bigger discount than the last, to accommodate for a college student's budget - after she'd shown her off, with the same, positive reaction, a few more times. 

"I-I'm not really cute, though," Bambi had said, after the last one. "They just know that's what I want to hear..."

"No," Mia had told her at last, "they don't. Those are just my friends, sweetie. I really did just want to show you off... And they really do think you're adorable."

Mia had already seen her experimenting with some tighter jeans, and even some shorts, liking to think that her habit of keeping the girl in only a diaper for her lower half - or sometimes altogether - during their sessions was helping her to get more comfortable with her petite body. After that revelation, on their next session, Bambi had actually asked her to take her shopping. At first, Mia had just picked out things for her to try on that looked cute with her diapers, which was very fun for both of them.

After a little while, however, as Mia was putting the latest outfit back on the hanger, the girl had spoken up. "A-Actually... I-I mean, I have liked this, too, but... I-I kinda..." She blushed, staring down at her feet. "I-I've always dressed like a tomboy, because I never thought I'd look cute in the kind of stuff other girls my age wore... B-But..."

Mia's heart melted; it looked like it had worked after all. She did like showing the girl off, but there had been an ulterior motive as well. "You look adorable no matter what you wear," Mia told her. "If you want me to help you find some more girly outfits to try out, though, for your everyday life, I'm more than happy to help."

It was a very different Bambi who rang the doorbell for the last time, the weekend before her graduation. There had been nothing wrong with the old one, obviously, but Mia still liked seeing her standing there, looking so confident, wearing her little sundress... It was almost hard to believe it was the same girl who had come to see her, four years ago.

"I'm really gonna miss you," Bambi told her, snuggling up next to her on the floor, wearing just her diaper and bonnet, as Mia set her bottle of milk down, seeing she was already getting full. "This has been so great... It's too bad my hometown is so far away. I know I'm not gonna find anyone there like you, or who's into all this..."

"You never know," Mia said gently, although, from everything she'd heard, she had a feeling that was true. The girl's hometown was small, and pretty straight-laced... There was a chance there were other people there who had these kinks, but finding them wouldn't be easy.

"This sucks!" Bambi pouted. "My mom is already talking about all these 'nice' boys she's going to set me up on dates with when I get back... And if my dad ever found out about this, he'd probably disown me. I know he definitely wouldn't approve..."

The answer was simple, of course... It would have been a lie for Mia to claim she hadn't thought of it before, but she'd never brought it up. There was a part of her that was afraid, that knew it was stupid to let herself get so attached to a client... But Bambi was more than a client, and had been for a long time now.

"Just stay with me," Mia said. It was hard to find a way to say it that didn't sound like an order, since she was so used to telling the girl what to do, like the helpless little baby she knew she was. This had to be her choice, though. 

"I-I couldn't do that," Bambi shook her head. "Y-You need this nursery for your other clients..."

Mia chuckled, shaking her head. Bambi was a smart girl... About most things. Had she really not figured this out yet? "This isn't a dungeon, sweetie. This is my house... I don't bring anyone else here. I built that nursery for you... I suppose I could move it to my dungeon, if you don't want it, but..."

"I do!" Bambi exclaimed, blushing. "I-I mean, if you really want me..."

"Oh, baby girl," Mia smiled down at her. "Of course I do. Forever." They stayed there for a while, sitting on the floor, hugging, until, finally, Mia had to get up to start working on supper. When she returned, she found Bambi sprawled on the floor, fast asleep, already dreaming of her new life, and knew she'd made the right decision, as if there had ever, really, been any doubt.