A Fetish Doll For Mommy

A man in his position was expected to marry a debutante, have the requisite 2.2 children and attend all the right social events. There was no way Isis was going to ruin her perfect, surgically created body by having a child so my father talked her into adopting one. It seemed like the perfect solution to him. It would increase his social standing in the community making him look like a philanthropist. James made a few phone calls and set the wheels in motion. Isis even thought it would be fun to raise a daughter in her own twisted image. She talked my father into her plan to adopt a girl of eleven or twelve years of age. Isis began burning up the credit cards purchasing all she needed to turn one of the large bedrooms in the house into an ultra feminine pink satin fantasyland for the daughter she anticipated. Her daughter was to be raised in the most luxurious satins and leathers imaginable. She stocked a walk in closet with pink satin party dresses; sumptuous satin lingerie, corsets and gloves for what she anticipated would be her little protég in perversion. There was a king size canopy bed with pink satin curtains and pink satin bed sheets. One wall was a mirror and the other three were adorned with satin curtains. She had dreams of raising a girl to be a princess. She also had darker desires of a lesbian sex slave that she kept to herself. An appointment was made for the couple to interview potential adoptees at a state orphanage in upstate Connecticut.

Chapter 3

My name was John Kelley at one time. My parents both died in a car crash when I was just five years of age. My mother and father were both only children themselves and my grandparents had either passed on or were too infirm to take me in. I was placed in an orphanage by the state soon after the funeral.

All the couples that would come to adopt wanted a baby and not a child my age. Life at the orphanage was hell on earth for me. I was one of those pretty boys the jocks and bullies loved to torment.