Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
“It’s perfectly normal, Baby girl. You’re not the only Little one who likes to turn over all control.”
Good. I think.
His thumb strokes my forehead again. His expression is intense as he says, “Please remove the hair from my pussy, Daddy.”
I swallow, trembling. I don’t know why I want this, but I do. I find the will. “Please remove the hair from my pussy, Daddy,” I murmur. It’s so strange calling him Daddy. I’ve never addressed anyone as Daddy. I listen to all the other Littles do so at the Dungeon, but I’ve never even done a scene with a Daddy.
His smile is worth the stress of speaking. “Good girl.”
I’m so relieved when he pops the pacifier back in my mouth. “If I do anything that makes you uncomfortable, you spit that out and tell me, understood?”
I nod. Relief floods me. Maybe he won’t make me verbalize my wishes again.
Gabriel returns to the end of the table and parts my knees again. “Bend your legs, Baby girl, and keep them wide for me.” He rubs my inner thighs like before, making me arch and whimper. Why does that simple touch drive me wild?
“Do you want me to restrain your legs, Baby girl?”
I think about it and shake my head.
“Okay. I’ll leave them unbound if you promise to keep them open like this. If you close your thighs, I will strap them apart. Understood?”
I nod as I suck furiously on the pacifier. I had no idea such a simple thing as a nipple could be so addictive.
I flinch as Gabriel smooths something cool on my mound.
“This is a hair removal cream. I’m putting it in one small spot first to make sure it doesn’t irritate your skin.”
I draw in a deep breath through my nose.
He palms my inner thighs. “It needs to sit for five minutes. Tell Daddy if it burns, though. I don’t want your skin to be sore.”
It seems like five hours before he finally wipes it away. “Does it feel okay, Baby girl?”
I nod. I feel nothing.
“Good. I’ll do the rest then.” When he spreads the cream over the rest of my mound, I hold my breath. He’s touching me so intimately. It’s erotic, and I’m very aroused. It feels like wetness is leaking out of me and running down between my butt cheeks. Would it mix with the hair remover and keep it from working? I hope not because I don’t want to go through this more than one more time. I’d prefer that Daddy put clothes on me and let me get up from this embarrassing position.
Daddy… Now I’m thinking of him as Daddy?
When he picked me up this morning, I never dreamed I’d be in this position a few hours later. I’m shocked by my reactions to everything he does. I’m nervous about the future, too. What if I like this lifestyle?
Maybe I shouldn’t have come. Wouldn’t I have been better off living in blissful ignorance than to have experienced something I find I crave only to not be able to enjoy it again?
It’s too late now. No turning back. I’m committed. At least for today.
A timer goes off, and I flinch as Daddy gently removes the cream from my skin with a cool cloth. He uses two more clean, wet clothes before he’s satisfied he got all the hair and cream off my skin.
I feel decidedly more naked. It’s unnerving. And it gets much worse when he strokes his fingers over my folds. He does it so lightly I can hardly feel his touch, but I know it’s there, and I’m panting again.
“So pretty,” he murmurs reverently. He lowers his face again and kisses my folds.
It feels so strange now with no hair. So…naked. My stomach is flipping upside down. I want him to stop because I’m so embarrassed, but I want him to touch me more at the same time.
His fingers disappear, and a moment later I jerk my gaze down when I hear a small popping sound. It was him flipping the top open on another tube of ointment.
I hold my head up and watch as he squeezes a generous line on his finger, and then he closes the tube and rubs the ointment onto my labia. He takes his time, covering all around my mound and down toward my bottom.
I squeeze my butt cheeks together when he gets too close to my forbidden hole. Surely he won’t touch me there.
“It’s diaper cream, Baby girl. It will protect your skin so you don’t get a rash.”
I know I’m breathing erratically. I can’t help it. I knew he would put a diaper on me. I just didn’t let myself think about it. It was more than I could emotionally manage. But now, he’s lifting my butt off the table and sliding something crinkly under me.