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)
He nods over his shoulder. “Let’s see the rest of the house.”
I follow him down the hall. The first door on the right is an office. It’s spacious, and I see there are two desks inside. “Oh good. I asked them to add a second desk. I see they already did. Perfect. You can research your thesis in here while I work where I can keep an eye on you.”
I shudder as we move to the next room on the right. It’s the master bedroom. The theme in the kitchen and living room extends to all parts of the house so far. The bed is high off the ground and made from natural wood. The dresser and bedside table match.
Daddy tugs me again, and we cross the hallway to the room on the left. He sets his hands on my shoulders from behind me as he guides me into the room.
I suck in a breath and stand very still while I absorb what I’m seeing. Same rustic wood furniture but this room has an adult-sized crib, a dresser that doubles as a changing table, a rocking chair, and a shelf with stacks of diapers and what looks like maybe T-shirts in various colors.
I start shaking a bit as reality seeps in. I’m overwhelmed.
There isn’t a lot of color in the room. The fitted sheet in the crib is white, as is the padding on the changing table. If this house is a rental most of the time, it’s probably set up for the possibility of Littles who are boys or girls.
I think I want to go to another part of the house and let this soak in a bit before I explore further. Also, I need to pee. The bathroom must be the last room we haven’t explored.
Daddy hasn’t let me go yet though, so I tip my head back and meet his gaze. “I need to go potty, Daddy. Let’s find the bathroom.”
He wraps his arm around my chest from behind and holds me tighter, tucking my head under his chin. “The bathroom is only for Daddy, baby girl.”
My breath hitches as I process his words. I try not to cry, but I start trembling.
Daddy continues, his voice soft. “Every Little on this island uses a diaper, Melody. It’s part of the experience. No Little is permitted into any bathroom on the island. In fact, they’re on a keypad. You wouldn’t be able to open them if you tried.”
I start shaking now. “But I need to go potty,” I murmur as if I’m not fully grasping the situation. I am. I’m staring at the pile of diapers.
“Let’s take care of that then, shall we?” He starts walking me forward, deeper into the nursery.
I drag my feet. My heart is racing. I can’t do this.
I wiggle free of Daddy and dart from the room. When I reach the hall, I try the last door and find it is indeed locked. I panic a bit and rush into the living room. I don’t know where to go or what to do, but I need to think, so I head for the corner of the room and crouch down in a ball next to a pile of throw pillows.
I draw my knees up and rock back and forth a bit. My bladder suddenly seems to have a greater urgency than one minute ago, probably because I’ve begun to grasp the entirety of what’s expected of me.
I set my forehead on my knees and stare at the hardwood floor. I don’t even care my dress is not covering my panties, and the floor is uncomfortable against my bottom.
I feel Daddy’s presence without seeing him. His shadow looms over me soon after. He sits on the coffee table because it’s the closest surface to me. I know this because I can see his feet.
“Baby girl, you have used the toilet in front of me hundreds of times. I’m not sure how wearing a diaper makes any difference. It’s simply going to absorb your pee pee, and then I’ll change it.”
I shake my head. It’s different. It is. It’s a huge step. “I’m scared,” I murmur, not sure why that’s the first thing that comes to mind. It makes no sense.
“What are you afraid of, baby girl?”
I don’t answer for a long time. I don’t even know the answer. What I know is I’m quivering at the idea, and it’s making me nervous.
“Melody, tell Daddy what you’re scared of.”
“I’m afraid I might like it,” I whisper so softly even I barely hear myself. I’m not sure I had fully formed that thought until the moment it came out. Now, I understand better. “I’m worried I’ll lose myself if I give up this much control.” I tip my head back finally to look up at Daddy. My cheeks are damp from tears.