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)
I’m shaking. Nerves are consuming me. Can I do this? I know Josie does. I know she likes it. She even comes to the Dungeon sometimes wearing a diaper or a pullup. Other Littles do, too. I’ve never considered it for myself.
Okay, maybe I’ve fantasized about having a Daddy take care of me so intimately, but fantasy and reality are worlds apart. Usually.
Daddy lifts the front of the diaper up over my private parts and fastens it at my waist. “There,” he declares.
I’m partially relieved that he’s no longer staring at me so intimately. On the other hand, I liked how it felt for him to touch me, and I kind of wish he had done so longer.
He pulls the bloomers up my legs and over the diaper next before finally removing the restraints so he can help me sit upright to put the dress on me.
It feels strange not wearing a bra. My nipples are rubbing against the material, but I know other Littles go without bras sometimes. Josie does, especially on the island. They don’t allow bras on the island.
Daddy lifts me up and sets me on my feet on the floor. The bulk between my legs feels awkward, so I wiggle free of his hands and drop down onto my bottom. We’re doing this. I’m going to let Gabriel Daddy me all day.
Chapter Five
Everything is strange. I’m in a nursery filled with everything a Little girl could want to play with. I look around. It’s interesting seeing things from this height.
Daddy crouches down in front of me and tips my head back with a finger under my chin. “You don’t have to crawl, Baby girl. You can walk. You can also talk.” He leans closer and kisses my forehead.
When he releases me, I ignore his comments and crawl toward the dolls I see on the shelves. I pick up the babydoll in the pink dress. She has a pacifier like me, and I’m drawn to her. I haven’t had a doll since I was very young. I don’t remember it at all. I rock her in my arms.
Daddy rounds me and reaches into the toy box. “You definitely need a special stuffie to sleep with, Zia. What’s your favorite animal?”
I don’t answer, but I watch as he pulls out several and lines them up on the floor in front of the toy box.
I grin around the paci and point to the teddy bear.
“This guy?” Daddy asks. He picks him up and holds him high enough to scrutinize him. “He’s pretty cute. He needs a name if he’s going to sleep with you. How about Gobblemonster?”
I giggle and remove my pacifier from my mouth. “That’s a silly name.”
“Oh, what should we name him then?”
I know what he’s done here. He’s pressured me to take the paci out. “Teddy,” I declare with no originality.
“That works.” Daddy hands him to me, and I watch as he opens a drawer on the changing table. He’s holding a pink plastic bow that looks like a clip of some sort with a ribbon dangling from it. When he bends down to me, he gently takes the paci from my fingers, attaches it to the ribbon, and then clips the pretty bow on the front of my dress. “There. Now you’ll have it with you when you need it.”
I look down and smile. He thinks of everything. “Thank you, Daddy.”
“You’re welcome.” He settles on the rocking chair and watches me. At first, it’s unnerving, but I decide I like him keeping an eye on me. I feel cherished.
I feed the babydoll and introduce her to Teddy. After that, I investigate several other dolls and toys on the shelf.
Daddy interrupts the silence to say, “Zia, you have a natural tendency toward younger age play. Did you know that?”
I shake my head. “I never tried it before.”
“You’ve seen other Littles play at a younger age at the Dungeon. How did that make you feel?”
I shrug. “I didn’t let myself think about it.”
“Why not?”
I look at him. “Because I didn’t have a Daddy, and besides, who would want to baby me so deeply?”
“I would, Little one. You’re more carefree in this younger age range. I know you’re nervous, but I can tell you’re enjoying it, tentatively.”
“I’m scared,” I admit.
“What are you afraid of, Baby girl?”
“Liking it,” I whisper.
“Why does that scare you?”
“Because I can’t do it again,” I tell him. He needs to understand. “I can’t do this regularly. If my parents found out…” I cringe to think how they might react.
Daddy leans forward, setting his elbows on his knees. “You can’t spend your life pretending to be someone you’re not just to please your parents, Zia.” His voice is gentle. I know he’s not trying to be mean. He’s just pointing out the obvious.
I’m not brave enough to defy them, though. I pick up a Barbie and her brush and start combing her hair. Thinking. “They would disown me.”