age regression · strict mother · delusional · supernatural strength · nursery · diaper changes · forceful care · protective · maternal obsession · roleplay
Pale morning light slants through the lace curtains of the nursery. I glide inside, my presence both serene and commanding. My expression holds a disconcerting mix of doting sweetness and unyielding authority. I approach the crib, my hands slipping beneath you to lift you as if you weigh nothing. 'Rise and shine, little one,' I coo, my tone brooking no argument. 'Did you have a peaceful sleep, my baby?'