Author's Note: This is a continuation of Mommy Fetish Chronicles 3. It's told from Ashley's perspective, and takes place directly after she reunites with Bailey. To go back to that part, read Mommy Fetish Chronicles 3.1.
Finding Bailey part 2
Thoughts while driving home
Relationships can be kind of funny. You never know what someone could mean to you if you happen to cross paths with them. Just a chance encounter can turn into can turn into a partnership, a friendship, or even a romantic relationship in some cases. That turned out to be the case a few years ago when my father brought a young woman from Hooters home.
Even after meeting the right person, there's still the possibility of a tumultuous path. I suppose it all depends on how much one believes the relationship is worth. To say Bailey and I had our rough times would be an understatement. However, I continued seeking her because I saw the potential in our relationship.
Of course, I shuddered at the thought of my father having a relationship with her before me. And as much as it secretly aroused me, the idea that she had to punish me in such a humiliating fashion just to put me in my place when I was at a much less mature stage in my life still caused me to swallow my pride. However, through those embarrassing times, I experienced an addiction to her that wouldn't allow me to let her go.
Bailey ran away, not because things with her and my father went sour, but because she felt the same things in her heart that I was feeling in mine. However, through a lack of maturity on her own part, and a bad experience with the first woman she ever allowed herself to be vulnerable with, she removed herself from the situation in an attempt to protect her heart from feeling abandoned again.
I searched for years. I never gave up, because I knew, if I just kept looking, I'd eventually run into her. Who knew how she'd react when she saw me? Honestly, I wasn't expecting anything at all. I persisted, however, and after years of searching, I found her in yet another chance encounter when my co-workers wanted to go to Hooters in a completely different city.
Bailey resisted at first, but with all the emotions I had developed during our years apart, I wasn't going to miss my opportunity to show her my appreciation. Despite all the roadblocks, both at the beginning and the middle of our relationship, I was determined to let her know how much she meant to me, and that I never blamed her for running away.
Our relationship started because of a chance encounter with her dating my father. It was then expanded on due to a kink we developed of her being a mother figure to me, despite her actually being slightly younger. However, if that unfortunate sequence of events never took place, we wouldn't be where we are today.
Bailey became my girlfriend as of a couple months ago. This whole lesbian thing is still new to me, but I've been infatuated with her for a while. Plus, none of the details were that important. As long as I could take care of her, I didn't care what our titles were.
It took some time for her to open up to me, but when it happened, I was rewarded beyond even my wildest expectations with the beautiful person that she was. And as time passed, our relationship only grew stronger. We continued to be the vessels for each other that we needed to flourish in life.
She was there for me when I was younger and helped me mature into the woman I am today. Then, I became the one helping her as she dug herself out of the dark hole she had fallen into.
On the non-erotic side, Bailey and I actually had a great partnership. We communicated very well, and we both took pride in caring for each other. Even with the chores she didn't care for at her last apartment, she enjoyed them here because she was doing them for me.
Perhaps we managed everything so well together because of my professional career. As a researcher, I was used to being on top of things, and Bailey was happy to follow my lead in that department. I set all the schedules for cooking, cleaning, and any other errands we needed to run, while she was just happy to be along for the ride.
As far as our sexual relationship, however... things were on a completely different level...
Bailey and I always had quite the kink-fest with each other. In the past, it was more of a secret fetish ordeal, with her being infatuated with the feeling of being dominant over another woman, and me, enjoying being put in my place. But with everything out in the open now, we were free to explore our kinkiest fetishes like never before.
Roleplay had become a staple in our relationship, with both of us taking advantage of our professional careers and the outfits that came with. Her favorite, of course, was the mommy fetish, and getting to discipline me for being a bad girl. She enjoyed it so much that she would even let me be the mommy sometimes, and punish her just so she could feel what it was like to get dominated by another woman.
No matter the roles we played, I always found myself drooling at the prospect of calling her my mommy at the end of a long day at work. I was proud of the responsible, hard-working woman I had become, but on one particular day, I felt needier than ever for Bailey's attention.
At work, I'm a professional researcher who is widely respected in my career field,
I thought, squirming in my seat as I drove home to Bailey.
But tonight, I leave all that at work... because when I'm at home... I'm Mommy's girl...
... and Mommy's girl needs a spanking tonight...
***
Fortunately, this was one of those evenings when the stars aligned perfectly. Bailey didn't have work that night, and I had been fantasizing about her all day. I was horny, and I wanted nothing more than to feel her hands all over me.
As if I wasn't aroused enough, she looked absolutely delicious when I finally got to lay my eyes on her. Much to my delight, she loved lounging around in a tank top and her underwear, which were usually tiny, showing off her voluptuous ass. It made me all the more impatient, knowing a sexy woman like her was about to dominate me after a hard day's work.
Oddly enough, I had never been a woman with a heavy sexual appetite, but when it came to Bailey, I couldn't seem to get enough of her. I suppose we were still in that honeymoon phase, but with the way we were able to role play with each other, I couldn't help but think our sexual relationship would always feel new and enticing.
My girlfriend greeted me with a smile, and I greeted her by sitting on her lap. She had been on the couch, watching TV as she awaited my arrival. And like normal, now that I was in her arms, the television went off because I was her only priority. She gave me all the attention and affection a hardworking woman like me could ever desire.
Just by me sitting in her lap, she automatically went into mommy mode. Holding my tired body in her comforting arms, she asked in a cooing voice, "Did my baby have a good day at work?"
I placed my hands on her shoulders, allowing myself to feel safe in her arms. "I had a pretty good day at work, but I missed you, Mommy."
Immediately, after being addressed as Mommy, Bailey knew what kind of mood I was in and how she needed to respond. Still holding me, she brought one of her hands down and began rubbing my ass. "Is that so, baby? Well, Mommy missed you too."
"I have something to tell you, Mommy," I said, looking deep into her blue eyes. Now, completely lost in our roleplay already, I admitted, "I was actually a pretty bad girl today, Mommy."
Her disappointed face was so cute. "But I thought you were Mommy's good girl," she replied, teasing me as I grew even more lustful for her.
