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)
My lip quivers. “You’ll be in charge of everything if I’m a baby, Daddy. That’s scary.”
He smiles warmly. “Baby girl, you’ll still be you underneath. I promise. You won’t lose brain cells,” he teases. “You’ll just enjoy the freedom of not making decisions. It can be very satisfying. Freeing. I’m asking you to give it three months. Let me take over for the summer. You won’t have to worry about a single thing except doing what you’re told. You’ve been a bit of a wild child for a few months. Lost. Struggling to find yourself. I think the reason you’ve been acting up is because you’re crying out for help. You’ve known for years you’re submissive, baby girl, and almost that long that you’re a Little.”
He lets that sit with me for a moment before continuing. “Regression Island is specifically designed to help Littles go all the way back to infancy. You’ll need to let go of the fight inside you that wants to control things.”
“What if I don’t like it?”
“You’ll do it anyway. I’m asking you to give it a chance. You can’t know if you won’t like something until you try it. And I don’t mean for an hour.”
My lip trembles again. “For the entire summer?”
“Yes, baby girl.”
“Can I use the potty sometimes, like when I need to go number two?”
He shakes his head. “Nope. Not even then.”
I lower my face again and start rocking. I need to think about what he’s said. I know he’s right about my behavior lately. I’ve been very naughty and getting worse. Perhaps I was testing him to see if he would put me in my place.
He definitely has, and then some. In a way, it’s a relief. I’m glad he’s capable of being this firm with me. I want him to be in charge. I love it. I always have. He’s the best Daddy ever. But regression… It’s a huge step.
“Are you ready to change, baby girl?”
I hesitate and nod at the floor.
He stands and reaches out a hand. “Come on, Little one. I promise it will be okay. Get out of your head and let Daddy take care of you.”
I slowly unfold my body and take his hand, letting him pull me to my feet and lead me to the nursery. We head straight for the changing table, and I suck in a breath when Daddy lifts me by the waist and swings me onto the padded surface.
Before lowering me to my back, he reaches for the hem of my dress and pulls it over my head. After setting it aside, he eases me onto my back as if I might fall without his help.
I’m confused when he reaches across my body and pulls something up from the far side. And then I whimper when he lifts my hand and wraps something around my wrist. It’s a wide nylon strap, and he pulls it across my belly next before wrapping it around my other wrist and securing it to the side of the changing table.
I squirm, finding myself very restrained. My heart rate picks up as my nipples stiffen, and my panties grow damp. Dammit. My reaction to restraints is going to be my downfall.
Daddy strokes my cheek. “Lie still, baby girl. The straps will keep you from rolling off the table when I change you.”
I swallow a moan and squeeze my thighs together. The moment he removes my panties, he’s going to find my state of arousal. Besides, he already knows what to expect when he restrains me.
His voice is soothing when he speaks again, still stroking my cheek. “I can add a second strap across your chest if you’d like, baby girl. Yeah?”
I almost cry as I nod. I’m a ball of nerves, but I’ll feel much better about using a diaper if I’ve been bound so completely it’s out of my control. As if it somehow won’t be my fault I had to pee in a diaper.
Daddy reaches across the table and pulls a second strap over my body. It’s just as wide as the first one, about three inches, and it flattens over my breasts when he pulls it securely to the other side.
My boobs are small, so it’s not as if they are squished, but my nipples are sensitive, and the nylon rubs against them with every movement.
“There.” Daddy leans over and kisses my forehead. “My baby girl isn’t going anywhere now, is she?”
I don’t respond to his rhetorical question. Instead I start panting as every tiny flinch heightens my arousal. On top of that new problem, I still need to pee.
Daddy sets a hand on my tummy and rubs gently, his gaze on mine. “You’ve always enjoyed restraints and reacted strongly to them. I expect you’ll enjoy the increased restrictions that come with regression.”
Daddy moves to the end of the table, removes my sandals, and pulls my panties off. He taps my pussy with his fingers. “This hair has to go, baby girl. Do you want me to remove it before or after you go potty?”