Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34052 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34052 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
It’s as if we’ve entered a different dimension. I’m not the same Little girl. I’m a new Little. One who wants her Daddy to do everything for her. Maybe it will pass. Maybe it’s just the novelty of our arrival.
I need to get a grip. Daddy would never want to dominate me this hard all the time. He couldn’t. Only on vacation. In the real world, he has to go to work and manage the house, handling all the grown-up things that will be ignored while we’re away.
I’ve been leaning on him heavily for the past several weeks, letting him take over everything. Melissa would not like it. My parents would frown also if they knew. I’m supposed to be working on my self-sufficiency. Instead, I met a man who’s made it totally unnecessary. I moved in with him. I still do my job for eight hours a day, but outside of that, I let Daddy manage my life.
It’s what I want. It’s not healthy though. I know this. And he can’t possibly want that much constant responsibility either.
Can I have this week? He’s offering me the world. I’m going to take it.
I wrap my arms around him and hug him tight.
He rubs my back and whispers in my ear. “How does the plug feel, princess?”
“Like submission,” I tell him, voicing my thoughts.
He holds me tighter. “Perfect. Would you like to go stick your toes in the ocean and then come back and build Daddy a castle?”
I nod.
He rises and takes my hand.
Walking is more awkward than ever. It’s not just the bulk of the swim diaper. It’s the plug now too. I tip my head back to look at Daddy. “My swim diaper is different from the others I see.”
“Yep. Daddy ordered yours special so it wouldn’t pinch your thighs.”
I grin. He’s the best Daddy ever.
Chapter Eight
When I wake up the following morning, I’m already smiling. Daddy’s arms are wrapped around me, holding me tight. I’m so glad he lets me sleep in his bed. I know some Littles sleep in their cribs at night. Daddy only makes me use the crib for naps.
I wiggle in his arms and turn to face him. “We’re going to Littleworld today!” I declare.
He chuckles. “Yep. Which park should we go to first?”
I nearly laugh at the fact that he’s giving me options. But I know he only does so when the choices are unimportant. He tosses in options as if I have some control over anything. I don’t. Not really.
“Mmm. I think the amusement park. Can we go there?”
“We sure can.” He pulls me closer so we’re chest to chest. The only thing between us is my very full diaper. Daddy holds my gaze while he slides a hand down my back and over my bottom before pressing my bulging diaper between my legs.
I don’t look away this time. He’s silently pointing out that I’m soaked again, and that it’s okay. I’m starting to believe him.
“No red rides though, Daddy,” I tell him.
“Of course, princess. No red rides. I promise. We’ll use a stroller too. That way if anything gets too overwhelming, you can close your eyes and take deep breaths. I can even pull the sides around and cover the front if you need to block out the rest of the world for a while.”
I grin and squeeze him tighter.
Daddy holds me for several minutes, but he doesn’t start any sexy times. I kind of wish he would, but we did make love last night, and Daddy told me he’s in charge of deciding when we have sexy times this week.
When he releases me to slide out of bed, he drags me to the edge of the mattress and removes my diaper. He takes his time cleaning my folds and even more time spreading diaper cream on me.
By the time he pulls the front over my pussy, I’m panting. Is he going to tease me like this all week? I think so. After all, that’s what he’s done so far. It happened three times yesterday. At the clinic, at the beach, and then back at home when he gave me a bath. He did let me come again after my bath. In fact, we had sex. But afterward, he told me I did not have permission to initiate this week. Those words alone made me horny all over again.
Daddy feeds me a bottle and leaves me in the playpen while he eats breakfast. After he gets the diaper bag ready, he picks me up and carries me to the nursery.
I’m confused. I assumed we were leaving. Instead, he lies me on my tummy on the changing table. “Pull your knees up under you, Baby girl.”
I do as I’m told. I want to ask what he’s going to do, but I don’t dare.