My own sticky dick starts to twitch back to life and I feel a little raw as he continues his rutting. A few soft grunts and a release and I’m his cu...dly baby all night. I curl up and shrink in stature. Giving soft kisses in return for gentle caresses. Two fingers probing in my ass keep me in my place. As the sun rises, I reawaken, enjoying the warmth of his embrace and the smell of sex in the room. My nose and lips trace over his soft grey chest hair as I head downstairs, opening the comforter. "Absolutely!"An hour later Brenda had jet black hair. It was a stunningtransformation - from sexy blonde to dominatrix black."Now... for your outfit... a dominatrix needs to dress the part, right?" Un-huh," Brenda replied."We custom-made a full leather outfit for you. You'll certainly lookthe part. It's in the changing room."Brenda went to the changing room to find the leather outfit hanging inthe closet. Black leather from shoulder to toe. The deep V in the chestleft nothing to the. And we’re expected to guess the shade from the word.”“I’ll be dancing with the smartest girl there.”“And the one with the corsage which matches best.”Zee was waiting for me when I drew up to her house. Her dress had spaghetti straps. I thought her tits looked bigger in that dress. I pinned on the corsage under Tuck’s eyes instead of her parents’. For some reason that made me feel more nervous. The back of my fingers pressing into her tit made me more nervous, not in the least turned on. We. The baby quickly learned to suckle - I loved giving her my breast - andafter a couple of days we were discharged to go home. Much to mysurprise the three of us soon settled into a routine. Susan - for thatis what we named her - is a very contented child and I managed to copewith the regular feeds without loosing too much sleep. Amanda of coursehad to go back to work, but my company had me registered as being onmaternity leave. (Our protective Goddess, Juno, had altered memories andrecords so.