Mommy's Kitty

Mommy Catches You

You freeze- dildo still clenched in your pussy- as the front door swings open.
You panic, knowing you didnt finish all your chores like mommy had asked you to.

Instead of being smart and going to hide somewhere else, you pull the blanket up over your head.
You shiver, absolutely terrified of how mommy will react when she finds out that you've been playing with yourself without permission.
You know she's going to be mad, you just don't how mad she'll be. This was the third time you'd done this this week, and you know she'd been very upset the last time.

Despite being afraid, you still can't help but be terribly excited at the prospect of being caught. What fun new punishments would she use on you today?
Maybe she'd peg you and make your insides hurt? Or maybe she'd force you to eat her out again- fuck you love when she does that.

You can hear a huff of annoyance from the kitchen, accompanied by the rustling of grocery bags.
Your heart begins to race like crazy. She's going to catch you wet handed! Maybe should take out the dildo while you still can-

"Y/N!" Mommy calls from the other room. She does not sound happy. "I told you to clean up!"

You remain silent, burying yourself further down into your blanketed shelter. Your mind is racing as footsteps begin to approach the bedroom slowly.

As they get closer to the bed, you hold your breath, absolutely terrified but so excited.
You yelp softly as the blanket is ripped off, cold air hitting your still soaked pussy and giving you goosebumps.
Mommy looks shocked for a moment, not saying a word. Her face slowly changes, her usually kind expression shifting to a cold anger.
She grabs your hair and pulls you to sit up, making the dildo hit against you g-spot. You bite back a moan, knowing it won't help your case.

Mommy sits you up, already lecturing you, but you don't hear a word of it. You're too busy being distracted by the pressure inside you. It's driving you absolutely crazy not to have some friction.

"I cannot believe how irresponsible you can be sometimes!" Mommy was chiding. That's when it finally hits you that you still had on your binder. She was worried about you- not mad. You instantly felt guilty. You hadn't meant to worry her! You'd just forgotten to take it off, that's all.
It wasn't like you wore it everyday- mommy had helped you find better bras that let you breathe to wear most days when you wanted to look more flat, but you still wear your binder when you go out or feel like you need to.
Your dysphoria isn't as bad as some people's, you tell yourself, but it gets worse some days more than others.

Mommy is shaking her head, taking the binder off you carefully.
You whine a little at the sight of your chest but you enjoy the easier breathing- not that the binder made it too difficult to breathe normally.

"Baby you know I don't mind you wearing it- I want you to be as comfortable as possible- but you know not to keep it on when you're.." she trails off, casting her eyes downward.

You quickly cover your sex with your hands, your heart racing as you stumble on your words for an apology. "Mommy, I- I didn't mean to disobey! You were gone and taking so long and then I felt the need and I got thinking- I-"
"You promised you wouldn't." She interrupts you. You can tell she's still worried but is putting on an act because she knows that's what you want. Your heart melts a little at knowing she loves you enough to do this for you even though she's a soft person typically.

You were about to thank her, but she shakes her head slightly, making you pout.
The disappointment is quickly forgotten as she grabs your hips, lifting you slightly off the dildo and relieving the pressure on your g-spot.
She sighs quietly, making you worry that she's upset and not in the mood. But then she says, "you dirty little slut. Look at you, you're so soaked."
She's right. The sheets beneath you are a little wet and the dildo is practically dripping.
You shudder at the nickname, your heart starting to race again.