She will reduce you to an infantile state.. a sissy.. a school boy.. an adult baby.
Forced into attire befitting your reassigned status..
Be-nappied, belittled and gagged with a dummy,
she restrains you,
Trains you to her whim
Cruel humiliatrix she will taunt and tease.
Sissified and prettified she mocks and punishes,
Prods and pokes,
Defiles, derides and corrupts.
De-maled, debased, dehumanised.
A mere dolly to be played with;
Reformer of unruly behaviour she will punish your transgressions.
Yanked over her knee as she spanks your bare bottom.
Temptress and tantalizer she will arouse you, confound you,
And torment you to the point of cathartic release,
Only to be shamed for creaming your lily white nappy; your pink frilly panties.
Or, nurturing Guardian, perhaps.
In your infantile helplessness she will tend to your every child-like need
Cosseted, cooed over and swaddled in love.
Caressed and played with.
Breastfed and cherished.
Rocked to sleep with a lullaby.
Soothed as you nestle in the bosom of mother bounteous.