Frilly Sissy Adult Baby Fetish

 Oh, how I adore a good role-play session! Of course, the parameters had been set ahead of time, with a basic outline of what may happen. I like to start with a few ideas that I embellish as the scene unfolds. The remarkable thing about this kind of play is that it can be full of surprises, yet still remain firmly rooted in the agreed upon scenario.

Sissy fetish has long been one of my favorite activities. There is so much to explore in this fantasy world. One of the areas that can be an offshoot of sissification is adult baby role-play, more specifically, baby girl sissy role-play.

I have a new room to add to my playspaces. It is a very special little room where one may return to a time when they were very little, a time when they did not think about responsibilities and worries.  Adult problems do not exist here. Nothing exists here except the world that we create, which has all kinds of fun in it.

The session started off in my traditional, scary dungeon. The slave was very frightened. In fact, he could not stand the thought of receiving any pain whatsoever. I teased him, and asked him why he could not take a nice whipping. What was he, a sissy? Well, he agreed that yes he was a sissy. I said, oh really? I know just what to do with big sissies like you! I marched him upstairs to my feminization room. I used make up, false eyelashes, and a blonde wig complete with pigtails to turn him into a girl. I wanted to take it even further, and not only make him a girl, but turn him into a baby girl.

I dressed him up in a very frilly baby dress. She looked adorable. And to add to the humiliation, she had to wear a diaper! Haha! I laughed and laughed at my cute girly reminding her that a real man would never let me turn him into a living baby doll for me to play with. And that is exactly what I did. She was my dolly and we played house. I was the Mommy and she was the baby, and a very sweet baby indeed.

Layers and layers of soft fabric and lace can turn even the most manly man into my little plaything. Add a binky to suck on and we have bliss in the making. Mommy was very happy.

Pleasurable Pedicure

Having a pedicure is one of life's most luxuriant pleasures. My feet are so sensitive, and I actually derive immense amounts of pleasure by simply having them tended to in this manner. Below is a description of what happens when I go to my nail salon to receive this service.  My pedicurist gave me a quizzical look when I asked if I may take photos of the procedure, but agreed nonetheless.

The first thing they do is soak my feet in a a little foot bath that has soothing jets. An aromatic product is added to the water that smells very nice. I recline in the massage chair and play with the controls as it massages my back. Once my feet have soaked for awhile in the nice, hot, scented water, a scraper is used to remove dead skin and callouses, leaving the skin underneath baby smooth. The nails are filed and shaped, and the cuticles are trimmed.

Exfoliating scrub is applied to my feet. The grains in the scrub feel surprisingly good. It smells minty fresh and feels very tingly. Then the feet are wrapped in steaming hot wet towels after a rich moisturizer is applied.

 The hot towels are removed, then the best part takes place: the massage. I lay back, close my eyes, and focus on the amazing sensations that these expert hands deliver. They knead the muscles with a good strong pressure. This particular masseuse used a variety of techniques, from stroking, squeezing and pounding to gentle tapping and light scratching. Her fingers are laced between each toe as my ankle is rotated first clockwise, then counter clockwise.  She worked her way up to my knees, squeezing my calf muscles and applying an interesting Thai style pounding and karate chopping that sent goose bumps all over my body. I had to restrain my reactions, to not just moan out loud! Holding back my responses caused them to re-circulate inside of me, an intense feeling that only seemed to increase the effect of the massage. It felt soooooo goooood.

 

The sound of the women who work there speaking in their native tongue just sent me further into my sensual dreamland. I was a pampered queen, in a pleasure temple, listening to the soft voices which sounded like little birds making beautiful music. They were chirping and giggling, then extending the vowels into soft long notes that vibrated my eardrums in a soothing way. Every now and then a staccato sound would break my reverie, and I would remember to hold my reactions in check. Aaahhh,  the feeling is divine!

 All good things must come to an end, so the pedicure proceeded to the nail painting stage. Classic red is my favorite toenail color. Each toenail is painted with meticulous precision.

Toe spreaders are in place until the polish dries.

 Now for the finished result, a perfect pedicure, with soft feet ready to be worshipped by the foot loving man.  

On a side note: 

I recently broke the pinkie toe of my left foot. My podiatrist says it has a spiral fracture. It should be healed in a few months. I can walk on it and have my normal activities with no problems as long as I avoid dancing too hard, one of my favorite pastimes. The thing that makes it feel simply wonderful is to have special attention paid to it with the lips and tongue of a foot lover. I love how good it feels to have a tongue lick it up and down and around, swirling and slowly just lapping it like a piece of sweet candy. I also love a nice slow, gentle sucking, the lips forming a nice little seal for suction, with a soothing rhythm. All of my nerve endings are uber-sensitive there.  This actually feels better than ice packs or hot soaks and I think it will help it heal faster.