She held the front of thedrenched nappy against Daphne's limp clittie till she was sure she hadfinished wetting, then cautiously lowered the flap and ...emoved thesopping disposable liner with a snigger of contempt.After the little girl cleaned her teeth and showered, Mummy diaperedDaphne and dressed her in one of her bondage play frocks. This crotch-length toddler frock was made from a patchwork of huge purple and whitesatin patches, heavily flounced and falling from a high Empire bustline.It. . it's as if I were addicted.But then, one day, it just didn't happen. Just like that. Some switch had been turned off in my hormones, and instead of attacking him I just greeted him at the door with a kiss, and then we had a normal evening.It was a relief, really. But then... Well, I felt like our relationship had started to change, somehow. And later, after the 'fight' about my wardrobe, he started making other demands.***"You know, sometimes I just wish you were more seductive, sometimes.". He also had a handsome face and a small scar under his eye which was very cool. He slumped against the wall and smoked a cigarette butt. He looked aggressive about him and Anna and Shirley saw his side come on foot. "What are you in this street?" the Moroccan shouted angrily, "This is not a neighborhood for bitches like you." Anna walked to the Moroccan and whispered in his ear, "We want to be fucked, do you? ''. The horny mocro stared at Anna and could not believe it. But Anna felt his bulge,. I dry my thighs and my knees, alternately lifting a leg, perching on one leg like a Herron as I dry my toes.I mindlessly drop the towel to the floor, standing before a full-length mirror. I run my fingers, with their perfectly manicured pink fingernails, down my sides, resting my thin hands on my hips. I cock my head back and forth, making kissing faces at myself in the mirror. I like myself. I love myself. I am grateful for my life, and it shows. I am radiant. I am She and, in the morning.