Breastfeeding with Mummy! (Part1)

Feeding Time!

Like I said in the previous post, I have now been with Mummy for a few months now and we have had the opportunity to explore the dynamic that is slowly evolving between us.

The first few times I was dressed as a baby/little girl, I was so uncomfortable with it all that I kind of 'detached' myself from it all. It was like it was me, but it wasn't me and I was watching it all from a safe distance.

It was around this time that Mummy actually started to lactate! The catalyst for this was down to a medicine Mummy was getting from the doctors (Domperidone). To be honest, even in 'baby mode', I had never even fantasized about being breastfed and the thought of it made me a little bit uncomfortable and embarrassed. Mummy started to express the milk and slowly the quantity started to increase.

We continued to play our Mummy and Baby roles when we got the opportunity and I started to become a bit more comfortable with acting and being treated like a child. I still could not fully let go and I still felt a bit silly wearing a nappy, sucking a dummy and acting like a little girl. Mummy was better at being mummy than I was at being a little girl. Mummy was a natural at it!

After researching about 'Adult Nursing Relationships' (ANR's) and realising the loving and bonding benefits of breastfeeding, I decided to give it a try. After all, isn't that what babies naturally do? Didn't I want to fully explore my adult baby side and see what I found lurking about there? It felt a bit weird for both of us at first. It was like we could not get fully into it. But then, after a few times of trying it and getting into role beforehand.... that magical moment arrived!

Mummy had put me in my nappy and plastic pants and put a really cute play dress on me. I was put into bed and given my pink dummy to suckle on. I was already starting to regress ,but when Mummy started talking to me like I really was a little girl, I really started getting into the role. Mummy then got comfortable and told me it was feeding time... I latched on to her nipple and slowly started to suckle. Dressed like a baby and sucking on Mummy's breast made me feel so childish. I started to feel very peaceful, safe and protected and with each gulp of Mummies milk, I began to drift as though I was on a narcotic high! It felt amazing, more than amazing... I felt a moment of completion, a moment where I felt I didn't need anything else in the whole world. I was with Mummy and I was safe, loved and being cared for in the most primal and basic way any mother and child could.