Miss Mommy & her good boy Mark [Femdom][Gentle][lactation][FM] Ch. 1

Mark couldn’t type any faster. The more he explained the harder he pressed. His anger mixed with frustration as he finished the wall of text. Like a good boy, he glanced over the message for errors before sending it off.

“Two weeks…TWO WEEKS!?!” Mark mumbled as he shuffled his papers into his laptop bag.

There was no reply yet but Mark checked his phone anyway. Three dots danced on the message screen, she was there. Before Mark could gather the rest of his things a reply pinged on his phone.

“Are you alone yet sweetie?”

“No Ma’am, just throwing stuff in my bag. I’ll be in the elevator soon,”

“Hmm, I hope my boy isn’t throwing his things around. Is that how we treat our things?”

Mark read the text before opening his office door. His face grew hot. Though she wasn’t there he could hear her words. She was right. Today’s set back was no excuse to be careless and sloppy. His emotions were rising.

“No Ma’am, I treat my things with care because I am mindful,”

“That’s more like it, I knew my good baby was in there somewhere. Don’t let today get you down. Call me when you’re alone, bye for now,”

Mark’s face grew hot yet again. He was having a shitty day on-top of an already shitty week. Her words were like anchors, constantly reminding him of his place. Mark wanted to call her as soon as he got into the elevator but it was packed. Once he got to the ground floor he fled to the parking garage. After a brisk jog to his car, he was trapped by a co-worker.

“Mark!!! Hey man, I heard they delayed your project by two weeks, shitty break huh”

“Can’t win them all,” Mark replied while trying to slip into his car.

“Seems like you can’t win any. Man, they are busting your balls.”

“Yeah I know but it’ll get better,” Mark sighed as he closed his car door. He waited until his co-worker drove away before calling.

The car speakers echoed the rings while he drove out of the garage. Though it was Friday things didn’t feel right. There was nothing to be excited about nor celebrate. The conversation with his co-worker echoed louder than the rings. Mark didn’t realize the phone had stopped dialing.

“Mark, sweetie, are you there? Hellooo?”

“Oh! Yes Ma’am, I’m sorry. I’m here.”

“You sound defeated and you seem distracted. How are you feeling?”

Mark tensed up. His grip around the steering wheel tightened. This week was the worse one yet. His team, yet again, delayed the project. He felt drained. He felt empty. The silence in his answer said enough.

“I’ve read the texts and I can see why you’re upset, honey. Don’t worry about too much on your drive home. We will talk about it when you get here. Put on your happy playlist and I’ll be here when you get home. Kisses my love,”

Mark grew warm at the thought of her waiting for him. All he could think about during that horrid meeting was laying in her arms. There he could hide out from the bullshit at work. In her arms, he could be showered with kisses. Mark grew impatient. He needed to be home immediately but had traffic to get through. The songs attempted to soothe his vexed soul.

Once his car turned into their neighborhood his heart began to pound. He was ready to jump out of his car. The only thing on his mind was pleasing his Miss. With her, he could shut his mind off. She would make his decisions for him. All he had to do was be obedient.

Before he could pull into the driveway he saw her. In the living room window with her kimono on there stood his Miss. Her face smiled as she gave him a little wave. Mark threw the car in park and nearly broke his neck getting to the door. To the neighbors and everyone else in the world Mark was “The Man.” Once he crossed the threshold through the door he became her good boy.

“Well look at my baby boy back from work,” Miss cheered as she stood in the doorway.

“I am home Miss. I am exhausted but ready to please you,” Mark whimpered as he loosened his tie.

Miss pulled her baby boy into their home. He dropped to his knees and fell into her arms. She hugged then kissed his forehead before shutting the door to the outside world. Mark let out a sigh of relief; he was home.

“Come, sweetie lay on the couch with me. Take those clothes off,”

“Yes Ma’am,”

Mark peeled out of his suit as his Miss watched him from the couch. She curled her finger for him to come closer once he was naked. Before embracing him on the couch Miss stood up to pull at her kimono string. The silk robe unraveled exposing her soft skin.

“Do you need a snuggle baby?”

“Yes Ma’am”

“Then come to me, sweetie,”

Mark folded himself around her as they laid on the couch. His head rested on her chest. Every breath and heartbeat he heard. She brushed his head as they laid there quietly skin to skin.

“Does my good baby need to feel closer? Do you need some more warmth?”

Mark buried his face in her chest to let out a muffled “yes Ma’am” without looking up. Miss could feel the sadness in her baby boy. She wanted to replace that sadness with something else. Her baby needed more loving.

“Here baby, drink up,” she whispered in his ear as she motioned her breast near his mouth.

Without looking up Mark latched onto her and began sucking. He closed his eyes while he continued burrowing into her chest. She rubbed his neck and ears as he suckled. A soft song hummed from her lips as she traced the side of his face. Mark sucked his stress away.

“Don’t drink too much baby, you still need to eat dinner.”

“I’m not very hungry,” Mark groaned under his breath.

“No? Well, then no dessert for you,”

Mark knew that meant no pussy pie but he wasn’t in the mood for dinner. The disappointment from work stole his appetite. He just didn’t feel like eating. Miss saw how quietly Mark rested on her. She could feel his sadness.

“If you’re hungry you don’t have to eat right now. We could cuddle here for a bit longer. Then maybe we will try to work up an appetite,”

“Yes Ma’am,”

Miss held her Mark close. She ran her fingernails up and down his spine slowly. The tickles caused shivers down his back and a few smiles to surface. As he suckled her she thought about her good boy. She knew how to make him hungry and happy. Miss pulled Mark from her breast. She tilted his head towards her. His eyes seemed blanked. It was time to take things to the next level.

“Mark, my sweetie” Miss whispered while gazing into her baby boy’s eyes.

“Yes Ma’am”

“Shhhhh no no, you’ve been sucking long enough. Come on baby. Come to mommy.”

Mark’s face grew red. He knew what was about to happen. He tried glancing away but Miss held his jaw in her hands. She wouldn’t let him look away.

“Come on honey, you’ve had your pity party. It’s time for my baby cakes to give me more than just a smile or two.”

“Yes mommy” Mark cooed under his breath. He had hope she could make his day better. She always made his day better.

“Mama’s gonna make her boobie baby a happy little mess. Wouldn’t you like that? Mama’s boy making messies all over the place.”

Mark didn’t speak he was starting to blush again. Miss pinched his nipples. His shriek was followed with a “Yes Mommy” and begging eyes.

“Say it. Say what you want Mommy to do.”

“I want my Mommy to make me have an accident on the couch,”

“Who’s going to clean up that mess?”

“I am Mommy”

“Good, and who’s going to clean you once you’ve cleaned up your mess?”

“You will Mommy” Mark whispered as her fingers scratched at his cute butt her other hand held his face.

“Good boy, now get into position three, quietly and quickly. Mommy wants to play with her baby,” Miss replied.

Mark’s thoughts slowly began to drift away. Work was no longer on his mind. Work didn’t exist in this world. He could feel himself shrinking into their world. Miss Mommy stood beside him with a smirk on her face. The weekend had finally begun.

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