I’m sitting here, my skirt riding up just a little too high, watching you squirm on the floor. You’re 27 years old, a fully grown man, but right now you’re nothing more than my little baby boy, not able to do anything by himself, needing to be taken care of and taught a lesson by mommy. You’re wearing one of my silk nightgowns with the lacy hems, it swallows your frame, your hands are trapped in the soft leather mittens I locked around your hands and wrists. You can’t take […]