Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33104 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33104 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
I consider his question and realize I can’t wait any longer to pee. “After, please, Sir.” I don’t always address him as Sir, but when I’m restrained or being reprimanded, it comes naturally. The moment I’m bound in any way, I become very submissive. I wonder how many ways I’m going to find myself restrained during this regression.
Daddy lifts my bottom slightly and slides a crinkly diaper under me. He spreads my thighs wider and pulls the front of the diaper up between my legs.
I moan as he pulls it tight and fastens it closed. It hadn’t occurred to me the diaper itself would feel restrictive, like its own type of bondage. I’m instantly so horny I might come. I’m shaking, my legs kicking out involuntarily as I slide into subspace.
Daddy sets his hand on the bulky material between my spread thighs and rubs my pussy slowly as he comes to my side. His other hand settles on my cheek. “Deep breaths, baby girl.”
I try to pull in air, but I can’t. I’m panting.
Daddy’s hand continues to press against my pussy. It’s not enough to get me off with all the thick padding between his fingers and my clit, but it’s enough to drive me crazy with need.
“Do you know how good Little girls are rewarded when they wet their diapers?” he asks.
I can’t think. I can’t even fully focus on him when I try to. I shake my head.
He leans closer and kisses me on the lips before nibbling a path to my ear. “If you’re a good girl and you let go of your bladder control for me, I’ll let you come when I change you, baby girl.”
I suck in a breath. He’s going to let me orgasm when he removes this diaper? “Every time?” I ask tentatively. Surely not.
He chuckles and tickles under my chin. “I will usually give you pleasure when I change your diaper, baby girl. Unless we’re in a hurry or someplace inappropriate, but…” He hesitates as if making sure I’m paying attention.
I hold his gaze, not blinking. This may very well be the most important thing I need to know for the entire summer.
He smiles. “I won’t necessarily change you ever time you let a tiny dribble come out. It doesn’t work that way. Sometimes you’ll have to wait. It’s important you learn patience too. Daddy decides when you get changed. Not Melody.”
I gulp. He’s going to leave me wet sometimes. The idea makes me squirm. Good grief. What is happening to me? Before I can let my nerves take over once again, Daddy presses against my pussy and rubs hard.
I push against the changing table with my heels, lifting my bottom the few inches possible.
Instead of giving me the friction I need, Daddy’s hand disappears.
He slides it up to my belly, finds my bladder, and presses down.
I gasp, wiggling in attempt to get away from his probing fingers. “Daddy…” I whimper.
“Let it go, baby girl. Let everything go.”
I can’t hold back any longer, and I can’t think of a good reason to either. It takes some concentration, but in a few moments, I’m able to let go of the muscle I’m fighting against. My pee flows out, filling my diaper.
It feels very strange to release my bladder while lying down, though I suspect it will happen often.
Daddy says nothing until I sigh with relief, empty. “Good girl. I’m so proud of you.” He continues to rub my tummy for a few moments before his hand smooths back to between my legs and he presses against my now soaked diaper, forcing me to fully experience my plight.
I want him to take the diaper off now, but I say nothing. Instead I hold his gaze while he rubs me down there, my arousal rising once again. I should be embarrassed, but I’m not. I’m not even as stressed as I was earlier. I can’t remember why I thought this would be a big deal. It’s not. It’s just Daddy. He’s going to take care of everything, and I’m beyond excited to know in a few moments I’m going to get pleasures.
I wait patiently while my need continues to grow. I’m so horny I’m squirming, and my nipples are hard peaks, very sensitive rubbing against the strap.
Finally, Daddy kisses me briefly and moves down between my legs. He removes the soaked diaper, uses a warm wipe to clean my skin. He lifts my bottom enough to slide a towel under me, and I watch him, slightly confused before I realize he’s going to shave me.
I’d forgotten this was coming. It’s my fault. It can be added my list of recent acts of defiance. With no other options, I let my knees fall open and relax my muscles while Daddy applies shaving cream and carefully removes all my pubic hair.