Total regression at the fetish gite and breakfast

RESUME :

 

An ABDL man is confronted with the reality of his fantasies when he offers a holiday to a nanny whose life has been turned upside down. A story with twists and turns to ponder.

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I’m offering a week’s all-expenses-paid holiday and €500 to the nanny who agrees to let me spend a week in the fetish bed and breakfast. Beyond the fantasy, poor Luc will be confronted with a cruel and regressive reality.

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This was the new advert from Luc, an ABDL desperate to find a partner with whom he could live out his fantasies. More than just a fantasy, for Luc it’s a real need to feel protected, pampered and loved like a baby.

It’s not that this 35-year-old man isn’t a nice person that poses a problem for women, it’s that he flirts with them, talking only about himself and his desires, without ever showing any interest in them. Then there’s his advert on dating sites:

« Seeking woman for life together who will make me regress H 24 and force me to wear nappies and live like a baby. Serious advert ».

With an ad like that, no woman would be interested. In his macho imagination, this woman would be happy to have a baby to look after and nothing else. By wilfully ignoring or forgetting that a woman also wants leisure activities and a life partner, and that she needs to be cared for in an intimate and real way, he was unable to meet the pearl of his life.

 

Sandra, 30, is a plump woman with a major body complex. On top of that, she has a deep psychological wound caused by a despicable man. After flirting with her and winning her over, this bastard (the right word) fucked her for just one night before confessing to her that he wanted to see how ‘fat’ she was.

This ‘delicate’ man then left her naked as a used Kleenex on his bedroom bed, telling her not to contact him again. After losing her virginity in such an abominable way, Sandra was hurt and humiliated and never sought a relationship with men again. For her, because of her body, she would be single for life.

Just because you’re a curvy woman doesn’t mean you don’t have desires and fantasies. By allowing herself a few solitary pleasures, Sandra could see herself living with a naughty man, or even a bit of a daddy dom. This would be possible if she wasn’t ultra-complex and if her feminine soul hadn’t been shattered by a ‘bastard’.

She knows about ABDL, it’s also part of her fantasy. If she dared, she’d be a spanking-worthy little girl living with a Daddy dom who loves Dark Age-play. So it was while surfing without any hope that she came across Luc’s advert. Since she wasn’t rolling in dough, the offer of an all-expenses-paid week’s holiday and 500 euros came just at the right time. 500 euros was the price quoted by her mechanic. Without a car, she won’t be able to go to work.

 

After at least 30 private messages, Sandra was convinced that Luc was serious. What’s more, she’d done her research, the fetish bed and breakfast really did exist, the people seemed charming and if she had a problem, she wouldn’t be alone.

The first meeting took place in a public place, a café. Sandra is six feet tall. Luc was very slim and six feet tall, so a simple slap would have solved the problem if need be. It was a done deal, and Luc gave her 250 euros for the booking.

In the car, before leaving, they took it in turns to clarify their roles. He really wanted her to impose a total regression on him for a week, like a real baby, she wanted to take advantage of the holiday on offer, but he didn’t even expect a sexual relationship, nor that he’d touched her. Totally in agreement, they hit the road.

Luc was in diaper before he even arrived at the lodge fetish. The roles were not really established for the first 200 kilometres, as he was the one driving. At a deserted rest area, Sandra decided, in front of the chatterbox lost in her fantasies, to take control before even reaching the gîte. She put him in a nappy on the back seat, stuck a dummy in his mouth and reminded him that babies don’t talk, they bawl when they’re hungry or thirsty and only for baby things!

Luc was very embarrassed to be seen with his dummy, sitting on the back seat of the car, and didn’t dare speak any more.

When we arrived at the gîte, Sandra appreciated the warm welcome. Luc did too, in a way, for as soon as the paperwork had been done and the tour of the premises completed, he was taken to the nursery. Once changed and swaddled, he was put in the cot so that « Mummy » could settle in. But that wasn’t all she did. She asked if it was still possible to order the evening meal, specifying that it would be classic for me and blended then in a highchair for my baby.

 

Amused by the fanfare of what they took to be a couple living out their fantasies 100%, Marc and his wife agreed to make up the unordered meal and set up the highchair in the dining room. Meanwhile, Sandra set up her things in the gîte before going to fetch the little one still lying in the nursery.

Hell and damnation! The baby was big again and even vicious! She found him lying on the bed in the Love bedroom, masturbating. Suffice it to say that the backlash, or rather the nappy backlash, was severe! In Sandra’s eyes, it was inconceivable that Luc could be doing this during her stay!  After being put back to bed in a hurry and changed, she revisited the website of the fetish gîte, where she found an indication that it was possible to ask the people in charge to keep the keys to a chastity cage.

 

Poor Luc was to pay the price three times over.

– Once by buying a chastity cage from ABCplaisir, the shop being in the same building.

– Once by wearing it 24 hours a day.

– The other time he was humiliated that very evening in the restaurant.

 

THE FIRST HUMILIATIONS AND THE BEGINNING OF THE REGRESSION

When they arrived in the dining room at 8.30pm, they discovered that the table was only set for three people, Sandra and the owners of the gîte. Luc’s high chair was placed at the end of the table. He was horribly embarrassed by the idea of being seen as a baby. All he was wearing was a nappy and a bodysuit. It was even worse for his modesty when Sandra put him in the highchair, which she immediately closed.

The 13 euro menu includes an aperitif. For Sandra it was a glass of sangria and for Luc, it’s best if I leave the talking to them!

– And for the little one? Marc asked as he chose the aperitif.

– A Coke! Luc replied naturally after removing his dummy.

– No, no, no, there’s no way he’s going to drink that sort of thing at his age. Do you have any fruit juice?

– Of course, Madame, » replied Marc.

– Perfect, take his bottle, because a glass is too dangerous, » replied Sandra.

 

It’s fair to say that Luc didn’t dare argue. When it came to humiliation, Sandra let loose completely between the duck confit with fig sauce and the cheese.

– I saw that you keep the keys to the chastity cages on request. Would it be possible to sell us one and keep the keys during our stay? You see, the boy’s a vicious bastard, and it’s my job to make him regress and teach him wisdom.

 

Poor Luc nearly swallowed his dummy listening to his ‘mum’ talking about him like that! He broke down as he finished his bottle when the starter was served. A nice plate of home-made tapas for them, and some sort of soup for him. Sandra played her part to perfection, making him eat like a baby. Luc tried to chat too, but was reminded that babies bawl but don’t talk. « I can’t understand you » or « we can’t understand you » was Sandra’s reply to Luc at every attempt.

The baby was forced to remain silent until the end of the meal. They then took their leave and went to the nursery instead of the gîte, asking Marc to come and advise them on how to fit the chastity cage. Luc cringed, as a man was about to witness his diaper change, see him naked and, even worse, see him put on his chastity cage.

 

Despite the enlightened advice, Luc was unable to put the ring on his chastity cage. Sandra was very embarrassed to touch her baby’s sex either. She ended up asking Marc to help them. Very professional, with an attitude and gestures as precise as a nurse attending to a patient, he grabbed Luc’s sex, which had turned pale, and in a few seconds solved the problem.

– There, it’s in place, all you have to do now is close the padlock! Marc told them, pointing out that it wasn’t his job to do so, before leaving them in complete privacy.

 

The little bird was locked up!

Sandra had decided to sleep in the LOVE bedroom, a place where she could indulge her own fantasies. Once Luc was in nappies and prepared for the night with a bodysuit and a summer romper lent by the gîte, she put him to bed in the cot.

Excited by all the sex toys in the dungeon next to the LOVE bedroom, Sandra took the precaution of locking the cot with the little padlock provided. She gave him his dummy and wished him good night before closing the nursery door.

Luc was a little confused. In a way, his nanny was very attentive, she had taken good care of him, and he was living exactly as he wanted, with one drawback: the chastity cage!  He struggled to sleep.

For her part, Sandra was finally at peace and visited the dungeon with great interest. Even though she had never been attracted to this kind of practice, she was not unmoved by the place. She left the premises to go to the gîte for a shower and her nightdress before returning to the Love room. Turning from ‘mother’ to woman, she borrowed a dildo and the Magic wand vibrator for a moment of solitary pleasure. This kind of practice helps you fall asleep, so she soon fell asleep, unlike Luc, her room-mate.

 

The next day, before getting up, she gave herself another solitary pleasure, the sex toys still being on the bed, so she might as well make the most of it. After that, she went about her morning, forgetting about the baby for a while. Whether we like it or not, nature takes its course. Luc’s urges were not about peeing, as several had been done during the night, but about the other side of his anatomy. It’s not that he’d never defecated in his nappy before, but there was a notable difference in the fact that he might have to ‘bathe’ in his urine for a while. And he wasn’t wrong!

Like an unworthy mother or nanny, Sandra didn’t get up until around nine o’clock. Her first instinct was to go to the cottage to relieve herself on the grown-ups’ potty, then make herself a coffee before taking a shower. It was only after that that she took care of her baby’s breakfast. Macerating in his heavy nappy, Luc waited impatiently, along with the stench, for her to come and free him.

When she arrived to free him, she made him sit on the inquisition chair, which could be used as a high chair for adults. He wasn’t amused that she had to sit on his full nappy, or that she had to open the door to the dungeon because of the smell of his dirty bottom. And then Sandra became a caring nanny. She fed him a bottle of milk with great tenderness.

Once the bottle had been absorbed, and given the visible damage to the nappy, Sandra decided that Luc should be changed at the gîte. Luc was therefore guided and obliged to « duck » around outside, which could expose him to view. Suffice to say, he didn’t have long to wait. At the gîte, Sandra cleaned him up and showered him before changing him and dressing him in a T-shirt, plastic pants, a bodysuit and trousers.

 

As they were leaving the cottage, she spotted Marc on his way to his vegetable garden. She decided to join him to ask his advice on how to do the shopping, and then if it would be possible to lend them a large cushion to use as a booster seat in the car. A few minutes later, sitting on this makeshift booster seat in the back seat of his car, they drove to Mercadona, a supermarket fourteen kilometres away. Luc had no choice but to accompany his nurse into the supermarket with her big bottom and her dummy in her mouth.

Amused by his embarrassment, she commented loudly and clearly on the products that should be good for her big baby before putting them in the trolley. Despite his embarrassment, Luc felt reassured that the Spanish couldn’t understand what she was saying in French! Big mistake, in Spain foreign languages are learnt very early at school. So much so that a sympathetic woman undertook to congratulate her.

– Madam, I’d like to congratulate you. I heard what you were saying and if I understand correctly, you’ve taken your disabled brother with you on holiday. That’s a credit to you. said the lady with a big smile.

– Thank you, ma’am, that’s very kind of you. He’s mentally handicapped, he’s only a year old and he’s not toilet trained. I can’t hide the fact that it’s a big burden for me to look after him. Do you know if they sell nappies here? Sandra asked.

– Yes, I’ve seen them. I’ll come with you! replied my wife.

 

In Spain, people are very helpful, but poor Luc didn’t appreciate it at all – on the contrary, he thought this woman was a real pain in the arse! A quarter of an hour later, they arrived at the checkout with a fully loaded trolley and, above all, two packs of nappies on top. People said nothing and seemed sympathetic when they saw this woman accompanied by an adult with a baby’s dummy in his mouth and held by the hand. The cashier even helped her put the shopping back in her trolley by speaking to her in Spanish. Although they didn’t understand what she was saying, they could clearly perceive that she too was very compassionate.

Luc was relieved to be back in the back seat and to be leaving the place where he had come face to face with the reality of his fantasies of imposed total regression. When they arrived at the gîte, she left him in the car for a few minutes to fetch some toys and the play mat to keep him occupied while she put the shopping away.

Sitting on his play mat in the cottage, Luc relaxed while she took care of lunch. Determined to fulfil her role as model nanny, she asked Marc if he had a blanket they could borrow for the picnic. Luc cringed at her request.

– Yes, of course, I’ll bring it to you. Would you like to go and see something in the neighbourhood? Marc asked.

– We’ll go sightseeing tomorrow, but today we’re going to take advantage of your park and the sunshine to have a picnic on the grass. If you don’t mind, during dinner tonight, could you tell us what there is to see in the area?

 

« I’d be delighted, » replied Marc, before fetching the blanket. An hour later, the baby was sitting on the blanket in the shade under the tall trees. Sandra brought out the jars of baby food she’d bought in the morning and began feeding her baby, who was salivating over the superb slices of Iberian ham and chorizo. Unfortunately for him, this food is not suitable for a baby.

 

Extremely attentive, Sandra invited him to lie down and rest his head on her thigh to give him a bottle of chocolate milk for dessert. From a distance, they looked like lovers, sharing a moment of total regression. After the picnic, Luc was taken to the nursery, changed and put to bed, which she closed for privacy.

– Mummy’s going to the pool, she’ll be back to see you in a moment! Sandra told him, determined to make the most of her holiday!

 

The water in the pool was 28°, so she had no problem getting in and taking a leisurely dip. She was so serene that she decided to take off her swimming costume to get a full body tan. « What a holiday, I think I’m going to like it here » thought Sandra, forgetting all about the baby. After protecting herself with amber sunscreen, she continued sunbathing on a deckchair. It wasn’t until late afternoon that she realised that the ‘little one’ must be hungry.

Luc was indeed hungry and thirsty. He was beginning to get bored and to think that it was going to be a long week after all. He was delighted to see his nanny arrive, and in a swimming costume at that. Sandra sat him down on the little chair at the pool table in the shade under the walnut tree and gave him a bottle of water and a little jar of baby food for a snack. He winked at the pool and pointed to it, trying to make it clear that he would go for a swim. The pool was for adults and there was no lifeguard, so he was refused a swim on safety grounds. Luc huffed in displeasure.

Instead he was changed, showered, covered in amber sun cream and sat on the blanket beside the pool while Sandra bathed again before his envious eyes. The evening was identical to that of their arrival. The only variables were that she was fitted with an adult bib and that the discussion turned to nearby things to visit with a baby.

 

Marc and his partner began to wonder, without saying anything of course, if they were really going to live like this all week in regression! When they tried to find out more about them, Sandra was very evasive, not wanting to be mistaken for a professional nanny. She only told them that they had met through Abkingdom and that they had wanted to try a week’s holiday like this.

– Congratulations to you both for daring to live out your fantasies and desires. Many people only fantasise without ever leaving their flat or meeting ABDL people. Honestly, hats off to you both, and if there’s anything we can do to help, or if you need anything at all, please don’t hesitate to ask. Asking costs nothing! Marc told them.

 

And that very evening, Luc found himself as he had been the day before, locked up in his cot. Sandra amused herself alone in the LOVE bedroom, testing out new sex toys. She would have snaffled one of Luc’s nappies, but they were far too small for her. Having understood that at the gîte we don’t judge other people’s fetishes, she promised herself she’d get a set of three in her size the next day.

Sandra having ordered a picnic to take with her, and discreetly ordered a set of three nappies in her size, they left to visit the region. The most difficult part of the meal for Luc was that he didn’t have the visual protection offered by the gîte property, especially when changing in the middle of the forest…

When they got back, Sandra put the baby on a play mat by the pool before bathing topless. Seeing her big, beautiful breasts triggered the same effects as a bomb in the chastity cage and the nappy. Apart from peeing, her lisp was useless. When she got out of the bath and came to give him a bottle of water, Luc couldn’t help saying « you’re very beautiful ».

 

Sandra was touched by the compliment, the first time anyone had paid her such a compliment in years. The « baby »‘s tone and eyes left no doubt as to his sincerity. Although she appreciated it, her experience with men set off all the warning lights in her brain. She thanked him and decided it was time to change the baby for a « change of scene ».

The evening was identical to the previous one. After the meal in the highchair in the dining room, Luc was again swaddled and put to bed in the cot, which she locked, and for good reason! She wanted to be sure that he wouldn’t get up; to be seen in bed enjoying himself would have been extremely embarrassing.

Once she was alone and the door was closed, she got naked before trying on the sling to see what it felt like to lie spread-eagled on this sort of suspended leather sheet. The fingers of her right hand began to run between her thighs, those of her left playing with her nipples. In her mind, a handsome imaginary daddy was taking advantage of this position to make love to her without restraint. Lacking a little ‘penetrating material’, the horse of inquisition winked at her.

« And if I was tied up on this thing with sex toys in my orifices while he tortured my nipples a bit, I might get a real kick out of it, » thought Sandra. « Come on, I’ll give it my all, » said the nanny, deciding to get a bit more naughty. She put a little plug in her bottom and a dildo in her kitten before getting into bed. Before going to sit on the horse of inquisition, she took the magic wand from the shelf. Sitting and impaled on her sex toys, which she rode wholeheartedly for a while, she finished herself off in a few moments with the big vibrator in the shape of a microphone. Her pleasure was unparalleled, and a second round was followed by a third.

« It’s amazing how kinky you can get here », Sandra remarked, telling herself that, finally, with a real man, holidays at the fetish bed and breakfast must be sublime. It was with this thought and a little sadness that she went to bed, keeping the nappy on. What a pity Luc was only an AB, the holiday could have been so much more interesting, she concluded.

For his part, Luc was bored stiff. Having slept a lot since their arrival, he couldn’t get to sleep. On top of that, eating only baby food, apart from the evening meal served blended, wasn’t really satisfying his appetite. He began to regret having wanted to live like a baby 24 hours a day for a week.

Their respective nights were disturbed by erotic dreams in the LOVE bedroom and in the locked bed in the nursery. The dreams you have between two sleeps, however, were different. We could call them: « Regrets » about their living conditions.

 

Poor Sandra, condemned to live alone and without love because of her complex and injury.

Poor Luc too. Contaminated by the extreme side of his ABDL fantasies, to the point where he had lost all sense of reality in his search for a life partner, he had condemned himself to living alone.

The next morning was identical to the previous one. Sandra had the morning off, and Luc bathed in his foul-smelling bed until 10 o’clock. As on the previous day, he was washed, swaddled and dressed, and was forced to eat baby food for breakfast. With the weather uncertain, she decided to visit the orchard and eat some ripe organic fruit from the trees. They were delighted to discover that the fruit tasted nothing like the fruit from the supermarket!

At the start of the walk, Luc was dressed only in his baby bodysuit and nappy, an unusual outfit for an adult.  Sandra, fully committed to her role as nursemaid, was holding his hand to make sure the « little one » didn’t get hurt. It was deep in the orchard that the incident happened under the apple trees. Sandra’s foot slipped into one of the muddy watering troughs. She wallowed miserably and twisted her ankle. Sitting on the ground massaging it in the hope that it wasn’t serious, she saw Luc differently. The grown baby had become a caring man. A little while later, he helped her up and helped her to walk by acting as a « crutch ».

 

Sandra, busy trying to walk, didn’t notice the gap in their regression contract. Luc felt very sorry for her and offered to fetch her a chair so that she could take a break, or to go and get some help. Not wanting to annoy the owners of the gîte, she agreed to let him fetch a chair. Luc set off at a run to fetch it. He went to see Marc to ask him if they had any ointment for a sprain.

On his return to the heart of the orchard, after helping Sandra to sit down, he began to massage her ankle extremely gently. When they heard about the incident, they were joined by Marc and his partner, who had come to see if they should call the emergency services. Not one to disturb or be the centre of attention, Sandra declined the offer, saying that it was only a minor sprain and that it would go away.

Despite her rebuttals, Marc went to get the wheelchair, which was originally a shower chair for the disabled. Diverted from its normal use for CBT or medical fetishism, it enabled Sandra to get back to the lodge without a hitch or pain.

 

After regaining the ability to speak, Luc became an adult angel!

Sandra was pampered like never before. He changed his clothes and then left on the pretext of going to buy cigarettes, but in reality he was going to the chemist’s next door to pick up some medicine for the nanny of his dreams. On his return, he took care of the slightly swollen ankle, bandaged it up before starting to cook so that she could rest.

It was during the normal meal, in a normal chair, that he told her that living 24 hours a day like a baby had been a revelatory experience for him.

– In fact, it’s exciting the first day, the first night, the first morning, but then you get bored! Luc explained.

– And now, today, because of me, we’re kind of ruining your dream and your fun! Sandra said, sorry.

– Oh no, sweetheart, don’t worry about that, on the contrary, I’m really enjoying becoming an adult again, except, of course, that I’m sorry you got hurt. I don’t mind taking a break. Today will be a well-deserved day of rest for my beloved nanny. We should have specified that in our contract! Luc added with a touch of humour.

– You’re right, I’ll have to complain to the nurses’ union. And you should be punished for daring to become a slave-owning adult baby! Sandra joked.

 

The pain in Sandra’s ankle had eased considerably, and with the sun back in the sky, they decided to go and enjoy the pool.

– I haven’t got a swimming costume! Luc pointed out.

– I can lend you one, but I’m afraid it’s much too big for you! Sandra joked, before adding that she’d already seen him naked and that he should just go naturist.

 

Out of kindness, he offered to help her change, but she refused, saying that she should be able to do it on her own. A few minutes later, to enter the pool, with his chastity cage as his only garment, Luc held the hand of his nurse, dressed only in the bottom of her swimming costume. In the bright sunshine and 35° on the thermometer, they enjoyed the pool for a long time, chatting like real friends.

– Why are you so different from Abkingdom? Sandra asked. There you’re a lovely boy, whereas on the net you’re, how shall I put it…, weird.

– I don’t know or I don’t realise! Luc replied. Can you be more specific?

– On Abkingdom, you’re so obsessed with nappies and regression that you look stupid when you’re anything but stupid.

– I’m going to stop wearing nappies! Luc declared.

– No, don’t go from one extreme to the other, that’s stupid. You’re entitled to like it, to have fantasies and desires to play. If you like the idea of living in a nappy 24 hours a day, why not, there’s nothing wrong with doing yourself good. On the other hand, you might want to adjust your language a little if you’re looking for a partner, because in that case, as you’ve done so far on the site, no woman will want to live with you!

– Can you guide me around the site? Luc asked, confused by these words.

– Yes and no. I can’t do your advert for you. But I can tell you if it’s attractive to a woman.

– Can I ask you a question?

– You always can!

– Do you also wear nappies?

– Yes, I do, I like it! Sandra replies.

– Do you wee and poo in them?

– You see, this question isn’t very interesting for the start of a discussion, so what difference will my answer make?

– In fact, I’m just asking!

– This type of question is a bit intimate, don’t you think? Doesn’t it bother you to touch a woman’s modesty to satisfy your curiosity?

– Of course I do!

– Then avoid it, you big silly! It’s as if I asked you during a first internet exchange if you put big plugs up your arse or if you’ve ever been sodomised LOL!

– I think I need flirting lessons! declared Luc.

– And how to live on the internet because in real life, you seem to me to be a charming guy! Can you please go and get us some bath sheets and sun amber?

 

When he comes back with the bath sheets, they’re lying on a sun lounger and they’re rubbing amber on each other’s backs.

– Can you put some on my legs, please? Sandra asks him.

– With pleasure!

 

Massaging her nurse’s legs and thighs aroused the now adult baby. For the first time since their arrival, Sandra contemplates Luc’s sex with a certain interest. Swollen in its chastity cage, it pulls on the precious ones and seems to want to pass between the bars.

– Hey, you’re getting a kick out of putting amber sunglasses on me!

– I’m sorry, but you’re so beautiful, your skin is so soft, that even a priest wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off you.

 

For the second time, Sandra is touched by Luc’s compliments. Looking at the chastity cage ready to implode, she could see that he was sincere. Amused, she decides to make the most of it and turns round so that he can rub amber on the front of her. Being massaged so tenderly was really starting to turn her on. Determined to take advantage of the situation, she asks him to do her breasts.

– Can I really? asks a surprised Luc

– Well, yes, you can, you big twit, because I’m asking you to.

 

For Luc, rubbing the amber sun on these generous female breasts is both an ultra-erotic delight and a real ordeal. He doesn’t want to touch her with his hands, but with his lips. With her eyes closed, his nurse, now a woman again, also savours the caresses. It’s not the desire to caress herself that she lacks, it’s been so long since a man took care of her, knowing that on top of that, the last one plunged her into solitude by hurting her.

– I feel like playing a naughty game, don’t you? Sandra asks him, determined to make the most of life.

 

Luc’s answer was obviously positive, as the reader can imagine. She sent him to get a pair of handcuffs and put them on his back. Once this was done, and once again the playful woman she was when she was slim, she asked him to remove his bikini bottoms with his teeth.

– You understand, I don’t want ugly bikini marks on my tan, but I’m wary of wandering hands! Sandra explained as if this were normal.

 

With great excitement and a great deal of delicacy, Luc set about removing the last layer of fabric protecting the body of the nanny of his dreams.

– As I can’t give you my breast to pretend I’m breastfeeding you, if you feel like it, you can kiss me there! Sandra indicated, spreading her legs.

 

Luc thought he’d faint at her request, wondering if he wasn’t dreaming! Like the big baby who had become ultra-shy and very different from his attitude on Abkingdom, she guided his head into the hollow of her thighs. The moment was so magical and sensual that even the birds fell silent and the sun hid its eyes behind a small cloud.

Crazy with excitement, Sandra caressed her breasts, then titillated her nipples without modesty as she grazed her pussy for a long time. The hungry man turned glutton had to be moderated a little so that she could achieve her goal: to cum!

– That was very good, thank you naughty boy! Sandra joked before turning round to brown the other side of her anatomy.

 

Thinking that he should continue « lapping », without warning, Luc plunged his head into the delicate opening between the still white hills. Surprised, Sandra didn’t dare stop him, and soon discovered that getting « eaten out » is far from unpleasant! Luc was in a state!

His imprisoned and congested sex was beginning to hurt, with a total of one hour of thwarted and, above all, compressed erection. As for the sun, it wasn’t helping him in his tasting mission: having your head between your big buttocks in 35° shade makes you sweat. Despite these drawbacks, he had no desire to stop. It was Sandra, back to being a far-sighted nanny, who stopped him. She got up to fetch a bottle of fresh water and gave it to him, holding him in her arms like a baby. Driven by a cuddly desire for « Mummy », while he suckled, she gently caressed the face of the big, happy baby.

To recover from their tender emotions, they took a long dip in the pool before enjoying a nice cold beer on the covered terrace. But it wasn’t just one beer that was consumed, the two adults let themselves go a little. In the heat, beer, or rather beers, do wonders for the head and bladder. Sandra took the opportunity to play with her big baby. She asked him to get down on all fours on the grass in the green park and to relieve himself like a baby who doesn’t know how to hold back.

 

Amused by the idea of playing bambino, he did as he was told with great pleasure. When it was time to relieve himself, he raised his paw like a dog. Sandra reminded him that he was not a dog, but watched his mixions carefully to see how it felt under a chastity cage. In her delirium, she squatted down to relieve herself without modesty in front of Luc. The effects of the beers were also being felt by her in every sense of the word.

– I think we’ve had too much to drink! Sandra finally said, conscious of her abandonment. Let’s go to the nursery, I’ve got a perverted little brat to look after!

 

Dressed as a baby, they made their way to the dining room. The meal was served as the day before, Luc asked if they could not mix the succulent meal, Sandra agreed but asked if they had any baby mittens to lend her. The meal was epic, and both the bib and the floor tiles benefited from the laughter.

When it was time to say goodbye, the nurse took her baby to the nursery to change him. Luc begged her to let him sleep at the cottage, saying that he could sleep in the top bunk and that he would be good. He added that spending all night in a cot wasn’t as comfortable or as much fun as he’d imagined in his fantasies. Taking pity on him, she agreed.

– Will you put on a nappy too? Luc suddenly asked.

– Why not, with what we’ve had to drink on the terrace, I won’t have to get up every hour!

– If you want, I can put it on you! offered the now grown-up baby!

 

The nanny gladly accepted, as for once she was being looked after, it would be an aberration not to. And so the mutation of their games and roles continued. Once they had languished, Sandra’s desire for a cuddle led her to offer to sleep with her. So they both lay down in the bottom bunk and had a big cuddle that was as conventional as it was wise. The woman living in a nanny’s body would have liked something more ‘erotic’ and physical… In her defence, this day as accomplice and naughty friends gives ideas of…

It was only in the early hours of the morning, by accident and between two conventional kisses, that their digestive tracts met (sorry, their lips met) for a long kiss.

Initially, a nanny does not ‘fuck’ an adult baby. It’s inconsistent and could be considered indirect paedophilia. BUT when feelings develop between two adults, these emotional lapses go way beyond convention. Love has its reasons that logic doesn’t always understand!

 

Clearly, Sandra began to regret having put the baby in a chastity cage. Failing something long and consistent, she accepted a tongue to relieve her inner pressure by offering to go and have a shower. Luc refused and asked her to let him. He opened the battered nappy and, without hesitation, plunged in head first, as if she were in a swimming pool, but between her perfumed thighs. Feeling dirty, the « pissing » girl took a while to give in to this generous tongue. Once she’d ‘gone’, she forgot all about the shower and took full advantage of the nimble glutton, even going so far as to press the now grown-up baby’s head between her thighs.

– You’re very good with your tongue!

– Thank you! » replied Luc. replied Luc, unaccustomed to women as he had only known one in his youth.

 

After a shower and breakfast, followed by the traditional nappy change, the tourists chose as their destination what is mainly visited by car. In July, they headed for the Bardenas Reales desert, where air conditioning is compulsory at this time of year. They took advantage of the opportunity to take a few off-track photos of the little one lying in the desert. Sandra was sorry she hadn’t taken one, as this UNESCO Biosphere Reserve, with its 42,5000-hectare natural park ranging from desert to semi-desert, doesn’t offer many places for a discreet wee-wee. During the tourist season, and when your ankle is still a little sore, it’s not as easy as you might think!

 

On the way back, Sandra secretly asked Marc to discreetly give her the keys to her baby’s chastity cage. After the shower, they had no choice but to go for a swim in the pool. Their time together was bringing them closer together every day. So much so that, at the pool, their hands weren’t just used for swimming and their tongues weren’t just used for chatting. Fortunately, the much cooler water in the pool prevented the chastity cage from bursting.

The adult baby became a skilled diver, not hesitating to explore the entrance to a cave between Sandra’s thighs with his tongue. Since a human’s breathing capacity is limited, Sandra decided to leave Luc in the pool to lie on a towel with his legs in the water. He was thus able to wrestle with the feminine flower who was delighted to be taken care of.

Although the evening meal was like the previous ones, Luc had ordered all the meals instead of getting bored with the cooking. It wasn’t long before they were back at the gîte after the obligatory visit to the nursery. Cuddle after cuddle, Sandra finally revealed that she had the keys to the chastity cage. The message was very clear, both to Luc and to you, the readers! So the nappies were opened for something other than a diaper change. We’d rather say a carnal ‘exchange’ of great intensity.

The last day was very different from the others. They discussed their fantasies and desires at length, without too much modesty, and came to the conclusion that they were: ???  (Compatible)

To put it plainly, from time to time Luc could look after Sandra like a slightly perverse daddy, and from time to time Sandra could force him to be like a real baby, but for short periods of 24 hours for example. The rest of the time, they could live like a conventional couple.

 

This last day was devoted to switching roles. (Switching means exchanging roles)

Sandra nursed her baby, pampering him with far more love than she had done since their arrival at the fetish bed and breakfast. She wasn’t playing, she was playing her part like a real mother with her baby. At the end of the afternoon, as in her admitted fantasies, she became a little foot-breaker who deserved to be tied arms and legs crossed on the bed in the LOVE room to be devoured by her perverse daddy.

Once ‘crounched’ by the savage, the little woman was freed to devour her new sweetheart with kisses. The bed in the LOVE bedroom could tell you, were it not for its secrecy, that the souls were fused with a great deal of love.

It was almost with tears in their eyes that they left the fetish bed and breakfast the next day, this time both in nappies. Luc had finally understood that a woman can’t just be the nursemaid to his fantasies and that it’s not all that interesting to become an adult baby 24 hours a day over the long term. He had also understood that life is made up of exchanges, and that pleasuring each other in turn, no matter how, is an imperative in a couple’s life.

By accepting Luc’s financial proposal, Sandra, desperate for men and financially, had discovered that even as a plump woman, she could find her pearl of love.

 

END

– If Marc really exists

– If the fetish bed and breakfast really exists

– If it’s possible to have this kind of adventure at the fetish bed and breakfast

– This story is completely fictional. Its aim is to give you an example of what it’s possible to experience at the gîte fétichistes.