Shh Baby Boy

Literotic asexstories – Shh Baby Boy by zenar01,zenar01
(sub POV)

CN: asexuality identity mention, CNC, infantilizing, light age play, enema, punishment fuck

The Daddy Domme uses they/them pronouns and the sub approves of all pronouns but uses mostly she/her in scenes. The sub has a vagina but that is no indicator of gender; the Daddy refers to the clit as a cock as recognition of gender fluidity.

The sub is also asexual which means different things to everyone. The literal definition notes it as a sexuality where someone does not feel sexual attraction — not that they don’t like sex or cannot get wet or enjoy sex. Shoutout to all the ace/greyasexuals in the kink world!

For future publications within this world there will not be negotiations mentioned as it delves deeper into the mind fuck of it all. All play in real life should be safe, sane & consensual or it is not play at all.

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After thorough negotiations and a knowing smirk, Daddy blindfolds me and leaves me mostly naked. I assume they want me to sweat it out a bit but I try to lean into the bliss of my brain instead of overthinking. I am at least partially successful because I am shocked when they pull me up by my armpits and maneuver me over to a St. Andrew’s Cross. They are well practiced and I am tied up before I can process much. Attempting to tug at the restrains earns me a chuckle and they growl.

“Mmm all strung up for me to play with, doll. That’s right you aren’t going anywhere for a while. Let’s finish setting you up though.”

My eyebrows crinkle and they smooth out the worry lines with their thumb before kissing the spot and leaving me cold.

They return soon enough and order me to open up. My brain is clearly already moving slowly because they grow impatient and open my mouth themself by pinching my chin between two fingers and tugging down.

They insert a dental gag that cranks my mouth open and leaves my tongue flailing. I know they planned to play with my embarrassment about drool but if I hold my head back a bit I think I can keep my fluids to myself. By the time I am done thinking through it all, they have connected the many straps of the open mouth gag behind my head in a pattern that feels constricting and safe. They duck down and blow into my mouth, grinning as I salivate more in response.

They return with nipple clamps but leave one end dangling from my breasts. I soon realize there will in fact be drool all over my nude body when they connect the nipple clamps to my tongue, forcing me to keep my head tilted slightly down with my tongue pulled out so as to not pull against my buds. I can’t tilt my head back more than upright before needing to release again. For good measure they warn me that if the clamps on either my nipples or my tongue come free, I will be flogged as punishment.

I try and fail to slurp up as much drool as I can but only succeed in making embarrassing huffing noises. They notice and smirk.

“Oh sweetheart, you are a treat. You thought I’d let you control your spit as if you deserve the honor?”

I close my eyes and blush with shame.

“No, baby boy. Look at Daddy in the eyes.”

I do because I know any choice to do so is an illusion.

“Pretty. And messy. And stuck. I am letting you have your vision for now because I want you to watch the pool of drool that drips from your tiny little mouth. Thank Daddy for being so thoughtful.”

“Ang oo,” I mumble, inevitably pulling at my nipples with the slightest movement of my tongue. They chuckle, swipe two fingers down my outstretched tongue, and quickly slide them into my vulva.

We talked about this during negotiations. Since I’ve never been penetrated before, I didn’t want to test my limits with something large, but I did agree to a small thin toy — just big enough to remind me it’s there but not enough to hurt. They soon replace their two fingers with something silicone and reposition my lace thong to hold it in.

“Alright baby boy. Look at me.” They wait for my head to come up as I pull my own nipples skyward. They tip my chin up further with their pointer finger.

“We are here today to help you with your little identity crisis. Asexuality is a beautiful thing; making an ace pet horny is that much more rewarding knowing it’s something I have to work for. Similarly, your orgasms, or rather my orgasms, are a bit more temperamental — they mean more to me and less to you. You told me it takes you half an hour of direct suction vibration to your clit to come and then any extra stimulation hurts or goes numb. Is that correct?”

When I nod and wince at the reminder of the clamps they say, “verbal responses, darling. Forgetting the rules already?”

“Ess Dadee,” I say.

“Yes you forgot the rules or yes I am correct? Full sentences unless you are already too messy to follow simple instructions,” they say, glancing at my pool of drool with faux disgust. At some point they placed a bowl down there and it is filling up nicely.

“Ess oo ah orrect, Dadee.” They pat my cheek in response.

“Good. You also told me you love the fantasy of being edged but you are an untrained and undisciplined toy and don’t trust yourself not to let go. So here is how this is going to go: I am going to play with you how I like for as long as I like. It won’t be my goal to make you cum but if you do, fine. Your overstimulated whining will make for a good soundtrack as I continue on. To be frank, I don’t care if you are crying for me to stop; we play until I say we are done,” they squeeze my crotch in the palm of their hand and I shy away instinctively.

“The best part is all you have to do is hang there and answer my questions when I ask them, alright? Can you do that, messy girl?”

At my affirmative, they begin.

Daddy places a blindfold and proceeds to play with me in all the ways I have allowed. They lick and nip me. They play with tape and ripping it off. They dance feathers across my skin and roll a wartenberg wheel everywhere they can. They melt ice on my sweaty body. They crop and flog any skin they can reach. They toy with the remote controlled vibrator buried inside me and even add a butterfly to my clit. They kept the rhythms different on each toy so I am thoroughly distracted and breathless.

All in all, they use me like I am something, not someone.

After a while they peak under the buzzing butterfly and say, “Even after all that stimulation, your swollen little cock would never fit in one of my cages. Since you are too tiny to let me inflict any frustration, let’s try some pain instead.”

I am still blindfolded and can only hear the opening of what sounds like a jar. They murmur “a dab will do” before coating my clit in cold paste. It takes a second for the heat to begin, but when it does I realize where I recognize the smell. Daddy put tiger balm on my clit and, my god, it burns.

“Baby boy, are you paying attention?” I blink a few times at the bright lights as they remove the blindfold and try to nod.

“Very convincing,” they smirk. “Let’s test that confidence, hm? Just follow my directions. You can do that, right?”

“Ess Dadee.”

“First question: how is the vibration feeling?”

“Ooo Dadee,” I say nodding.

“Cute,” they say, turning down both vibes and ignoring my whine.

“Next question: recite a tongue twister,” they tease while tugging down on the clamps and effectively pulling my tongue further out.

“Eeda ayeda ick a eck ah eeckel ehahs.”

They’re face twitches into a smile, “Don’t stop until I say so.” As I continue to try and annunciate with my tongue sticking out of my mouth, they go back in on my body.

When I feel hot wax drip on my shoulders, I almost lose a glob of saliva that has been making a slow exit from my mouth. To prevent the inevitable, I try slurping liquid into my upright head, which only makes Daddy laugh.

“Oh you are precious, pet. Slurp away but let me help you keep the volume down a bit,” they tease as they tighten the nipple clamps and thus tilt my chin down. No amount of slurping stops the flow of drool and Daddy knows it.

“Next question: explain the concept of gender as a social construct.”

At that, I freeze with eyes wide. Seriously?

I forget to swallow and Daddy wipes my chin of saliva, “Don’t make me repeat myself, doll.”

For the next several minutes I am spouting gibberish as Daddy kisses up my legs leaving lipstick deep red marks in their wake. When my mumbling lowers in volume, they stand up, tower above me, and begin licking my face. It takes everything in my power not to cringe and they know it.

“I love the taste of your tears, sweet pea. We are gonna take a break and then I’ll get back to collecting more. Don’t worry.”

They untie my legs and massage them so I can bear my own weight before releasing my arms as well. They leave the gag, blindfold, and vibrators but loosen the clamp chains so they no longer hold my neck at an odd angle.

I am prepared to trudge wherever they lead me for a break to hydrate, but they keep me on my toes and lift me in a bridal carry before placing me down on a cushioned surface. I squeak a bit but grab behind their neck now that my hands are free. I am not ashamed to admit their strength is a turn on and I imagine what heavy impact play would be like under their hand.

“Alright pet, I am chaining you to the bed but you have plenty of mobility. I simply don’t want you under the impression you can just run away. Blindfold stays on but vibrators will be off. I don’t trust you not to choke since you did so poorly at answering my few simple questions.”

I feel a straw bump against my gagged lips and whine something that isn’t even close to sounding like words. My tongue reaches for the straw but with my jaw cranked open, sucking is impossible. And Daddy knows it.

“What? Are you trying to tell me you can’t even drink water without my help?” I know they set me up to fail but shame curls in my stomach all the same.

“Ess. Ees el nee.”

“You are lucky I am feeling generous today,” they say as they apply chapstick to my cracked and spit covered lips. I am comforted that they remember to address my chapped lips. “But you know it will cost you, yes?”

“Ess. Ees el nee.” They chuckle and unbuckle the gag from my head. When they remove it, a large string of spit stretches between us.

“You are so slimy, pet. Now drink up. Slow down, not too fast. Good girl.” After feeding me a few nuts and berries they continue with a check in.

“You have permission to speak until I say otherwise. How are you feeling?”

“Good. Green, Daddy.”

“That was fast for someone that is probably floating. Try again but look me in the eyes,” they say and remove the blindfold.

I blink a few times before responding, “Good. I want to be good for you. And I feel good.”

“Mm well you can still be good for me if you are feeling bad. I haven’t forgotten you have yet to be deflowered. No, look me in the eyes, little one. Tell me what you have liked and what you haven’t liked but be honest,” they say, holding my chin so I am forced to look them in the eyes.

“Everything has been green. Hard biting is a bit yellow because the pain brings me out of my headspace a bit but nibbles are good. I think I really am good. I am ready for punishment, please.”

They tilt my chin and study my face for any sign of wariness before replacing my blindfold and directing my face into a kiss. It is surprising and beyond passionate. When they pull back, I whine and they placate me with a few pecks to my face. I can feel the lipstick marks they leave behind but before my brain can catch up to the feeling, both vibrators come to life.

“Shh shh shh, pet. Calm down. It’s only a small buzz and by your calculations, you should be impervious to our little vibrator friends given how long they have been dancing inside you. Now I have not forgotten that you owe me for kindly removing your gag. Bend down.” They maneuver me into a kneeling position with my forehead towards the ground and my hands held behind my back by the cuffs attached to the headboard. The angle is a bit awkward but I am leaning forward enough to feel when their boot nudges under my face.

“Lick it.”

My head comes up as if to stare at them in disbelief although the effect is slightly lost with the blindfold still in place. They shove my head back down and repeat themselves.

“Lick it.”

I shake my head underneath the weight of their palm but they grip my hair and hold me steady, “I told you that removing your gag would come with a price. It is either this or something worse, darling. Last chance. Lick. My. Boot.”

“N-no thank you Daddy. Sorry.” Although we discussed in negotiations a bold refusal to earn punishment, I am still hit with a large dose of fear.

Next thing I know I am being dragged upwards with my cuffs getting rearranged. They sort me out so I am lying on my side with my head on a pillow, but that is where the comfort ends. They bind my alarms behind my back in a tie that has my chest arching forwards. Something, maybe a small pillow, is placed between my knees so they are propped open in a clam shell like shape. Finally, my ankles are tied together and cushions are placed around me to keep me still. They circle around to my front side before speaking in a dangerously low tone right in front of my face.

“I am disappointed, little one. I was being so nice to you for our first scene together and when I ask you to obey one command, you can’t follow through. For that, you get no choices when it comes to your punishment. Now I considered gagging you but I am tired cleaning your spit so we will play a different game; maybe this time you can follow the directions.”

“I will punish you as I see fit until I am finished. You will take your punishment in silence. Each word or sound you utter is an added point, which believe me, you don’t want. Nod if you understand but remember, no noises.” I can’t see them but I can hear their steps move around the bed again and then the snap of a rubber glove.

Suddenly their cold lubed finger swirls around my puckered asshole. I flinch but manage not to make a noise. I notice I am not given any praise for my accomplishment which sets the tone for the punishment. Soon enough they are scissoring two fingers that feel like more into my tight anal Virgin hole and then everything is gone.

I take a few slow deep breaths before a piece of plastic is inserted into my anus. It isn’t too large but they inflate the inside enough times that I whine under my breath.

“Careful Little One. I heard that. One point.”

I clench my eyes and listen to them move around behind me, although I cannot see what they are doing. Without any preamble I suddenly feel liquid rushing into my bowels. I miraculously manage to stay quiet but my breathing becomes labored.

“Shhhh sweetheart,” they say, placing a rubber clad hand on my ass to still me. “Best not to move too much or you won’t like the outcome.”

I clench my eyes shut and slow my breathing, but right when I get a handle on it they turn the vibrators on again. I can’t help but make a noise to which they remind me I am at two strikes.

Then I earn more when they dive right back into the sensory play from before.

With my mouth clamped shut, my gut clenches as a reflex each time they pinch, prod or poke me with yet another toy. Unfortunately for me, that tightening of my core leads to large amounts of liquid sloshing around inside me and terrible cramps. I had agreed to an enema in negotiations because of the power play and my own morbid curiosity but I am surprised it hurts this much.

“Good, pet. Hold for a few more minutes then I’ll watch you shit yourself for my entertainment.” I tense at that and try desperately not to make any other noises. “Fun fact, you managed to drool like a dog so much I could use your own saliva to fill your ass. Impressively messy, pet.” I balk at that and my asshole clenches in thought.

After what must be a few minutes but feels like longer, they pull me down to the bottom of the bed and hook my ankles up to the bedposts in makeshift stirrups. They manhandle my hips past the end of the bed which, I now realize, is covered in plastic. They remove the enema tube and say, “alright, on you go.”

I lift my still blindfolded head and tilt it in confusion.

“Oh you thought I would watch you on the toilet, hm? There is a bucket, don’t worry. Go on.” When I hesitate again, they push down on my stomach and force the liquid out of me. The sound of my bowels emptying into a metal bucket makes my face go beet red. When I finish, they pick up the bucket and slosh it about for extra effect before presumably leaving to dispose of it. They are gone long enough my crotch begins to get cold being spread open like it is.

With no warning at all, I am suddenly penetrated by two gloved fingers. I shout in alarm only for them to placate me with soft noises. “Now, you clearly have no self control and made seven noises so here is the plan. I am going to spread you open and fill you with seven treats before untying you and punishing you for a bit.”

“That…that wasn’t the punishment?”

“Tut tut tut, sweetheart. Up to 8 now,” I clamp my mouth shut immediately. “No, that was just the warm up,” they laugh as they scissor their fingers wider. I have been fingered before but they are not gentle, reminding me I have yet to be fucked down there.

“You are going to feel slight pressure,” they sing, imitating a doctor doing a pelvic. I suddenly feel a cold speculum diving into my pussy. They seat it in deep and start cranking it open. It hurts and I dig my nails into my palms but don’t dare make a noise. I can’t imagine the “treats” will be that nice.

“Ready, doll? Doesn’t really matter anyways because I am. Here we go…oh and you can make noises now,” they laugh wickedly before placing something on the end of the speculum. After a brief second I feel something cold slide inside my vulva. It is a large piece of ice that is burning a freezing hole into the back of my womb. Best believe I yelped loudly.

“One down, seven to go!”

By the end, my insides are cramping in a completely different way than I was from the enema minutes prior. I try squirming but I’m barely able to move and can only focus on the ice melting inside me.

“Last steps, darling.” They insert another object and I soon feel vibrating ben wa balls buzzing against the ice, making my insides feel like a polar earthquake. They close and remove the speculum. I try my best to clench my walls shut to stop leaking.

“Now, for the last bit: you aren’t leaving here until you come 8 times. If you fail to do so, you leave wearing the diaper you will undoubtedly need to stop leaking. Time to get you setup.” With that, they encase me in a completely new set of bonds including a spreader bar and hood. I lose track of time and start cramping again after the 7th orgasm. I never thought I could come this many times but I shouldn’t have underestimated them.

“One more, pet. Remember, if you can’t give me one more, you will be wearing a diaper out. In fact, maybe I shouldn’t try as hard for this last one; that would be entertaining.” I start squirming and begging from behind the gag but they obviously don’t hear me. “Oh yes, keep begging, pet. It will make this last thing so much more fun.”

Suddenly I feel an object larger than I’ve ever taken prod at my pussy. They know I enjoy CNC more when it comes to penetration so I struggle more; undoubtedly that is why I was tied so tight.

“Such a tiny tight snatch, doll. Don’t worry it won’t be so small after today. And…that’s all of it. You’re lucky I started small since this is your first time. Oh, are you crying honey? What? You weren’t expecting to get impaled today? Hmm sounds like a you problem. Buckle up.” They flick the butterfly on high and start railing me.

I assume I come again because next thing I know I am wrapped in a blanket being spooned by Daddy. We lay there for a while while my head fills with thoughts again. They come slowly and I still feel foggy but it is a good high.