“Nursery of the Harvested” is a title that has me throwing shade at the boring nursery sessions I see floating around. Truly, is there no other Mistress who can think even a little outside-the-box? Why is this such a cookie-cutter industry? Soft lighting, frilly outfits, a Mistress cooing “who’s Mommy’s good little boy?” while the slave sucks on a pacifier and pretends he’s regressing into some adorable fantasy. Fuck that. Fuck vanilla. Fuck pretending.
It’s Cute. Predictable. Vanilla BDSM at its finest.
I haven’t done a proper nursery session yet … not the one that actually lives in my head … because the logistics are brutal. To make my version real I’d need ten to twelve submissive slaves, all of them stripped down to nothing but diapers and soothers, locked in adult prison-like cribs like living storage units in some abandoned factory building.
The Biological Procurement Model
Because this isn’t about nurturing. My brain shifts the focus from a “mommy fantasy” to a cold, industrial harvesting operation.
In my model, the nursery isn’t a place of comfort; it is a storage facility for organic resources. You aren’t just a slave in a Mistress’s nursery; I am your Biological Procurement Officer. I manage a literal dairy for my primary subject aka “my chosen slave.”
See in my world … one slave gets fed while the others provide. Same as life right?
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Workers work for the boss.
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Bees work for the queen bee.
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Why should a Mistress’s nursery be any different?
Each “baby” in a crib is simply a biological tap that exists to fill a cereal bowl for the one slave who has earned the right to consume. I wouldn’t enter that room to bond. I’d walk in and move from crib to crib with the detached efficiency of someone who’s just doing her morning cum milking … no eye contact, no sweet talk, just the quiet sound of stroking and squeezing until the cereal bowl is full.
The truly demented part is that once the bowl is full, the lights go out and they return to being unnoticeable and completely ignored objects until the next harvest is due.
Expanding the Operation
However, if (big if) money and a proper facility ever line up … and I’m still hunting for the right place … as this idea of mine is way beyond condo size … I’d take it even further. Because of course I would. It is what I have always done… seen just how far down Alice’s rabbit hole I can go with each femdom fetish.
I’d have one nurse for every baby … cute university girls hired to breast-feed and keep the line of organic resources properly satiated between extractions. Yes, the same university girls I used to feed shit to last October’s toilet slave.
Ten to twelve nurses, each assigned to one biological unit for the sole purpose of breast feeding all day. That would be the missing link that actually gets ten slaves to volunteer for this level of erasure. Men do love to suck titties after all.
But alas… I am only me. So, for now, I’ll be the one doing the milking for my one and only baby. There’s still the small problem of getting the chosen slave to sit there and eat an entire bowl of fresh “milk” mixed with Lucky Charms, but I’ll cross that particular bridge when we get there.
I guess that’s why I’m even writing this … it’s been sitting on my “to do before I die” list for years. God (Buddah?) knows I’ve done every other bizarre kind of session, just not this one. Not yet. Actually, the more I type this idea out, the more I realise how perfectly fucked it is.
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Too far?
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Too dystopian?
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Too much?
Probably. But if I’m ever going to do a nursery session … this is the only way it would ever happen.
The video you’re about to unlock on Patreon is the closest I’ve come so far. My dream is to make this fantasy come true, even if just for 2-3 days. Make it happen!
You’re looking at an investment of approximately 100k THB (USD $3k)—similar to the scale of my previous 8-girl Toilet Slavery session.
I’ll be discussing the finer details with my more serious Patreon subscribers. Alternatively, you can subscribe to my Fanvue blog, which grants access to both my Femdom blog and Patreon archives.
For those continuing on Patreon: you’re about to read some truly heavy material, so consider this your official “trigger warning”. Though, pfft… like any of you could actually be triggered.
See you on the other side, my #babyextractionunit.