Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 60077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
He’d met the most interesting people online.
We were going to talk about who he was chatting with and where he’d met them.
“I don’t know anyone personally who has that kink but I’ve heard about it.” Helping Orlando off the bed so I could get his arms through the one-piece outfit, I kept chattering about what I knew. “There are a lot of different ways to enjoy just about everything. I met a woman one time who liked binkies and bottles because she had a strong oral fixation but they weren’t related to being little in her mind. They were just relaxing and kept her from doing something bad for her health like smoking.”
And picking up stupid men…but, thankfully, she’d met her current partner by that point and had stopped giving in to playing with idiots.
“My diaper person online says he can’t find a Dom to date because diaper people are supposed to be little and he doesn’t want that.” Looking down at himself, Orlando poked at the front again. “I’m that. I’m little and I like my bottle.”
“Because you’re little and you’re thirsty.” I raised one eyebrow and gave him a look that made him giggle. “I wonder why I didn’t think of giving you a drink before. Naughty Daddy.”
His wicked giggle had me fighting to keep a straight face. “Naughty Daddy. Corner time.”
My snort had him laughing and falling back on the bed, half buttoned. “Corner time.”
He thought he was the funniest little ever because he kept giggling and repeating the silly phrase over and over as I finished getting him dressed. Once he was done, though, that caught his attention and the giggles stopped as he straightened and shifted to feel the diaper move again.
I couldn’t decide if he was just exploring or if he was playing with himself, so I cleared my throat. “What are you doing, Trippy?”
His smile was too wide and too sweet to be believable at all. “Wiggles, Daddy.”
“Hmm.” Giving him a slightly skeptical look, I glanced down at the bulge where the diaper was outlined through the jammies. “Do we remember the touching rule?”
His grin shifted to wicked and ridiculous as he snickered. “No touching unless Daddy says so.”
Oh, that grin.
“Not touching.” He went back to giggling as he gave a more pronounced wiggle. “Not touching.”
I was going to have to work on my fine print.
“You’re not touching, huh?” My dry response had him shaking but he got his giggles under control and made an attempt to look serious. “I’m going to have to think about giving you more rules.”
Because if I wasn’t careful, no touching would end up with little Trippy humping the furniture. He didn’t want a tail and wasn’t that curious about being a pup, but I could see him finding it hilarious.
“Daddy’s good boy.” Shaking his head, he kissed my cheek and took my hand, probably deciding I needed a distraction before I did something ridiculous. “Bottle time. Daddy cuddles.”
I wasn’t sure if that was because he needed Daddy cuddles or that Daddy needed cuddles, but either way I nodded. “That’s a good idea.”
And would hopefully keep him from getting erect again.
He needed to relax and trying to get himself off with the diaper wouldn’t help that goal. “Should we read a book while you drink your bottle? What about cartoons?”
There had to be something we could find that wouldn’t be overstimulating.
“No.” Looking around, he gave me gimmie fingers and pointed to the nightstand. “Mine.”
The binkie.
Grabbing it, I moved it slowly toward his mouth. “What do you want to do?”
“Daddy touch.” His expression said he thought I was stupid, but he was willing to explain it anyway. “Trippy watch. Trippy no touch. Trippy remembers the rules.”
Trippy was talking about himself in the third person.
“You do a good job remembering rules and limits.” His memory was amazing as long as it was related to something that he wanted. “Let’s get your bottle and then we’ll come back and lie down.”
“Watching.” Looking pleased with himself or the situation, Trippy wrapped his lips around the binkie and it was like a light switch turned off his brain. He sighed and his eyelids immediately drooped as he started to suck.
He was all done.
“Good boy.” Kissing his head, I wasn’t sure if I should be ignoring what would come next or reveling in it. “We’ll come right back.”
Because he was a dog with a bone when it came to watching me touch myself.
Okay, maybe ignoring it wouldn’t be the most reasonable decision.
So as we headed to the kitchen to get his bottle, I narrated a bit about what would happen to make sure we were on the same page. “We’re going to cuddle and I’m going to start giving you the bottle, then we’ll start touching time.”
Nothing about the scene seemed to stress him out as I slowly worked through some basic plans, but that was probably because it was his idea.