Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45605 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45605 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
Daddy pops a pacifier in my mouth and scoots me to the center of the bed. He smiles down at me. “I bet I have something that will make you happy.”
I frown. My mouth is already plugged, so I can’t ask what, but I push up onto my elbows to watch as he moves across the room where my meager belongings reside in two boxes that Sylas brought from my house.
Daddy reaches into the open flap of the top box and pulls out Puppy.
I giggle behind the pacifier as I’m reunited with my stuffed animal. The one that went by the name Puppy, because I didn’t understand actually naming the stuffie when I was a toddler. So, Puppy stuck. My mother thought it was cute.
As soon as he’s in my arms, I curl onto my side, and Daddy pulls the covers up to my chin. He adds another one on top of me and then tucks huge pillows down both sides of me.
“There. You should be warm enough like this. I don’t want you getting out of bed unless the house is on fire, understood?”
I giggle again. Silly Daddy.
“You stay right here in this snug little space. The pillows will help keep you from rolling off the bed. If you need to go potty, use your diaper.” He gives me a stern look, eyes narrowed.
After a kiss to my temple, Daddy leaves the room. He doesn’t close the door all the way, but the cabin is small enough that he would be able to hear me from anywhere in the main room.
I already need to pee. I haven’t gone to the bathroom in a while, and I just had a bottle, so my bladder is full. There’s no way I could nap with this discomfort, so I take a deep breath and wet myself. It’s beyond weird. It actually makes me nervous. What if I get used to using a diaper and then accidentally wet my panties one day?
Now, I’m even more sleepy, and I’m wearing a thick diaper. It’s very absorbent, so my skin isn’t wet. Plus, Daddy put diaper cream on me, but it’s heavy and strange feeling.
It feels like submission.
There’s a reason Daddy didn’t take me to the bathroom before he fed me a bottle and diapered me. He likes it when I wet myself. It’s in his nature to dominate me in this fashion, and now it’s in my nature to submit to him.
Relaxing, I hug Puppy close, suck my pacifier, and drift off to sleep.
* * *
Deep voices yank me out of my nap, and I push to sitting and look around the room. The sun is still up, so I didn’t sleep for too long, but I bet it’s late afternoon.
My pacifier is no longer in my mouth, and I glance down to see it next to the pillow. I guess I spit it out. My diaper is cold, so I didn’t pee in my sleep. The thought of doing so unnerves me.
Suddenly, Daddy steps into the room. He’s smiling as he shuts the door. “Sorry, Little doll. Navin and Brea are here. I’m sure we woke you, but you need to get up anyway, or you won’t be able to sleep tonight.”
When he reaches me, he tugs the covers away, pushes the pillow to the side, and grabs my ankles to drag me toward the edge of the bed.
I giggle as I fall onto my back.
Daddy palms my diaper and meets my gaze. “Go pee again, Little doll.”
Darn. He’s astute. I was hoping he wouldn’t realize the urine isn’t recent.
He places his hand on my tummy and presses against my bladder. “Brea would like to spend some time with you. Be a good girl and wet yourself so you can get to know your new friend better.”
I whimper. It’s so hard. I don’t normally pee on my back. It’s an awkward position. Plus, Daddy is watching me. Waiting. My bladder is shy.
“Close your eyes, Little doll. Concentrate.”
I take a deep breath and do as he says, shuddering when I finally manage to wet myself.
Daddy kisses me all over my face and then down to my naked chest, making me giggle at first and then moan. Now, I want him to do more things to me, but he doesn’t. He’s all business, removing my wet diaper, cleaning my skin, and standing me up to put my panties and dress back on.
“I’m going to wear this to see Brea?”
“Yep. She’s also wearing a cute little dress. If you get cold, I’ll give you leggings.”
Daddy guides me to the bathroom and stands behind me to brush out my hair before gathering it all together at the back of my neck and adding a hairband. “How’s that?”
I grin. “Good.”
He takes my hand and guides me out of the bedroom.