All characters are consenting adults
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If you missed parts 1 -3, it is helpful to know that I call my fictional husband "Daddy" or "Sir," and He calls me things like "babygirl" or "little one" to help reinforce the hierarchy of our Dominant/submissive relationship. My sadistic husband likes to humiliate me by requiring I submit to embarrassing things as described in this story. We are both kinky, consenting adults in a loving DDlg relationship. In this series, I have agreed to be instantly 100% compliant to all of His requests/demands, because He allowed me unearned orgasms, so I am basically spending an entire day earning them. This is part 4 in that story.
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During lunch, Daddy (enjoying getting in as much humiliation in as possible) says I am to allow Him to feed me like I am a baby. I am still naked, except now I am wearing the bib He put on me. He made Himself a roast beef sandwich, and He is feeding me applesauce and cauliflower puree. He is really getting off on me not arguing with anything today! I smile and say, "Yes, Daddy" and do whatever He wants like I am some kind of angel. So here I am, wearing a bib, smiling as He feeds me smushy foods as if I am an infant.
"That is such a good baby," Daddy mocks.
The thing is, all of this babying is making me feel really cared for and cherished. I hated the carseat, and I hate the bib and being spoon fed, but I like how it all makes me feel. And I like how much it makes Daddy smile. He is loving every second of babying me. Partly because He knows I want to sass Him and am using ALL of my energy not to and partly because He always wants to baby me. It gives Him some kind of happy Daddy vibes.
I am swinging my feet a little as He feeds me, and opening my mouth wide every time He tells me to, and when my food is gone, I ask if I can have some ice cream, but He laughs at me and reminds me I just had some at the farmer's market. I resist the temptation of telling Him that was like two whole hours ago!
"Let's clean you up, my messy messy girl," Daddy says as He rubs the washcloth on my face then removes my bib and starts to "wash" my little boobies that did not get any food on them at all. He clearly just wants to fondle me without me resisting Him. I sit tall and let Him have his fun without protest. Then He starts to pinch my nipples suuuuper hard, and I do my special breathing techniques that help me to stay quiet and minimize my reaction. "Very good," Daddy growls.