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WIZARD OF OZ 2
Dorothy's Revenge
Love it Momma Andrea!
Happy Birthday Petra!
I am cold, cold and lonely. I don't know if I'm asleep or in subspace, or how long I've been here.
I feel hands at my wrists, then I'm scooped up and draped over someone's shoulder. Dave? No this is too small, too soft, but I recognize the scent, the touch.. “Momma?” It is, Momma has come for me….. I try to rouse my self .. “Momma, I can walk”
“Shut up, your eyes aren't even open.” comes the reply and she slaps my ass. I don't understand, I hope Momma isn't cross with me, so I flop over her shoulders like a rag doll.
Momma lays me down, it's the bathtub and the bath is cold, I curl up and wrap my arms tight around my naked body, I hear her turn the faucet ans I jerk as cold water splashes onto my feet.
“What are you doing, Momma?” I almost whisper, my eyes are still tightly shut and I'm unwilling to uncurl, even though the water is getting nice and warm now.
“You stink and you are disgusting” She tells me and I feel ashamed…. I never want Momma to be ashamed of me, I feel tears start to well, sliding down my burning cheeks and plopping into the bathwater. Momma starts to clean me with a soft sponge and I turn my head away in shame, I don't want her to see me cry.
I feel her gently soaping my neck and breasts, the sponge soft on my sore nipples, then she turns the water off and pushes her hand between my legs up towards my dirty smelly semen-smeared pussy and I clamp my legs together, embarrassed at my uncleanliness.
“Open!” comes as a command and I obey as I must. She washes up my thighs, lathers my ginger curls and combs them with her fingers then spreads my labia apart and pushes the sponge up between my lips into my vagina, cleaning me, but ever so gently.
“Hand and knees, pretty!” Again a command, an instruction to be obeyed and pouting I turn over and crouch on my hand and knees, my legs apart, dipping my back and presenting myself as if for sex or punishment, my nipples dipping into the warm bubbly water, but my head bowed , my lank hair hanging over my face, hiding me from her gaze. The shame does not ease as Momma gently washes my wealed back and ass rubbing round my full cheeks and then roughly scrubbing my pink star and another tear of shame drips unseen into the soapsuds.
Now I hear take the spray and she wets my hair and starts to drag her fingers through the knotted curls.
“Why are you doing this, Momma?” I plead.
“I haven't seen you in days,” comes the reply, almost an admonishment “I wondered where you were.”
I answered ungratefully, my pout obvious and unwarranted “You knew where I was!”
“Hmmm… and how long would you have stayed there Blue?” she responds
She has me and we both know it… “I was restrained, Momma!” I whine
“Yes, how foolish of you!” schoolmarmish this time and another tear plops loudly into the bathwater.
My hair thoroughly rinsed, Momma takes my hands and pulls me to my feet, wrapping me in a big fluffy warm towel and rubs me dry, pausing to gaze at me with an expression I'm unsure of.
Then she hooks one finger through the ring of my collar and with “Come on, let's get you fed!” leads me off out of the dungeon, naked except for my collar, my head bowed and my copper hair beginning to curl and frizz as it trails down over my bosom to my navel almost reaching the matching tight curls of my mound. I am so happy and so ashamed and I follow like a little puppy.
Oh we are….. very, very……
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Lolz That's how you break your laptop! Well it's how I broke mine……….