Coddling the Congresswoman: Politician ABDL Bottle Feeding Diaper Fetish Older Man Younger Woman Age Play

United States Congresswoman, Olivia Marshall, has officially arrived. Only the most powerful players in Washington have been invited to come play at Capitol Punishment, the super underground sex club that caters to high-ranking government officials.

She doesn't necessarily plan to participate, but she feels she should make an appearance. Rumor has it that all the important wheeling and dealing in Washington goes on at Capitol Punishment.

But when the handsome and distinguished Senator Peter Brecht asks Olivia to join him in a little age play, she finds herself unable to resist. Before she knows it, the straight-laced Congresswoman is letting her freak flag fly.


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Was this some kind of joke?

Wasn't this supposed to be a sex club? Considering the clientele, I can't say I expected to walk into a room to find everyone in gimp masks and nipple clamps, but nor did I expect to find them looking the exact same way they did every single day on the floor of Chambers.

Kristin and I exchanged a look. She was clearly as baffled as I was.

"Enjoy your night," the bouncer grunted, and then he turned and headed back out to the stairwell.

I fought the urge to break into laughter.

Leaning toward Kristin, I said, "Well, this is bizarre. I can't believe how ordinary everyone looks."

"Look a little closer," she replied. "For instance, check out Senator Healy over there."

Discreetly, I turned my gaze to the conservative old goat sitting in a high backed wing chair across the room. His appearance didn't seem to be any different than usual--not at first glance anyway. Three piece suit? Check. Slicked back hair? Check. Sour look on his face? Check. When I finally noticed what Kristin was referring to, my eyes nearly popped out of my skull. The man's ankles were bound together in chains.

Senator Healey. Who is a million years old. Whose entire platform is built on standing up for traditional family values. Who is sitting there with his ankles chained up like it's the most normal thing in the world.

It boggled the mind.

"Let's get a drink," Kristin suggested.

I eagerly seconded the motion.

Once we each had a cocktail in hand, we found a nice empty sofa next to a shelf of leather-bound books, and we took a seat. As we sipped our cocktails, we amused ourselves by finding little clues in the outward appearances of those around us that revealed the fact that we were indeed in a sex club. Like a certain female member of the Cabinet, for instance, who was wearing these freaky boots that were so high that they looked like a cross between ballet shoes and stilettos. And I'm not talking about ballet flats either; I'm referring to the wooden-toed shoes worn by professional dancers who twirl en pointe.

When we were about halfway through our cocktails, a Supreme Court Justice sat down in one of the chairs across from the sofa we were sitting on.

"Congresswoman Marshall, Congresswoman Grady, how nice to see you both," he said with a smile.

We both returned the greeting and the pleasantries. It really was nice to see him.

"Is this your first time here?" he asked.

"It is indeed," I confirmed.

"How exciting," he said. "I'm sure you've already figured this out, but I feel duty bound to mention that this is merely the staging area. It's a place for people to choose their partners if that wasn't arranged beforehand. The real action takes place on the upper levels."

"We did figure as much, but thank you for ascertaining," said Kristin with a smile.

"Of course." He took the last swig of his whiskey and set the glass down on the end table. "Now...are the two of you together?"

I glanced over at Kristin and when I saw the laughter in her eyes, I had to work hard to keep from bursting out in girlish giggles.

"No, we're just friends," I said.

He shrugged. "That's a shame. I'm looking for a couple of women tonight, and I would have loved the chance to break the two of you in."

I literally felt like I was about to explode into laughter. I knew if I looked at Kristin, I really would crack up, so I avoided looking at her when she spoke.

"That's nice of you to say, Justice," I said.

"Any interest from either of you in joining in if I find another woman who's up for it?" he asked.

I was stumped for a moment, but then I said, "I thought I'd just play it by ear tonight, you know, since it's my first time and all. I don't necessarily plan to hook up with anyone per se."

"My sentiments exactly," Kristin said.

"I understand. Let me know if either of you change your mind a little later, though, all right?" And with a smile, he left us to continue working the room.