Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 33048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
We’re both breathing heavily when he releases me, and his eyes are dancing as he stands. “We better get on the ferry before it leaves us,” he whispers before kissing my forehead soundly.
He grabs the diaper bag, shuts and locks the door, and takes my hand.
I’m floating as I walk along beside him toward the ferry that will take me to my new life. I’m slightly concerned about my appearance, but I trust Noah when he says all the other Littles will be dressed the same way I am.
I squeeze his hand and tip my head back to look up at him. He smiles down at me and winks.
My thinking about this entire experiment shifts in that moment. Did he mean it when he said I’m his? Because if he changes his mind about me, I’m going to be devastated.
Chapter Seven
As we approach the island an hour later, I’m almost bouncing on my feet. I’ve never done anything this reckless in my life. I basically quit my job and abandoned my apartment to move to another town with a man I barely know. A man I’ve never had sex with. Madness.
We’re sitting on the upper deck of the ferry, watching as we get closer and closer to land. I’m standing between Noah’s legs. His arms are wrapped possessively around my torso. He’s been holding me like this almost nonstop since we boarded the ferry. It’s like he can’t stand to take his hands off me, and I like it.
“What if I’m not good at being this Little?” I ask softly.
“Baby, you’re already amazing at being this Little.” He slides a hand down to cup the front of my diaper and squeeze. “Except for the fact that you still haven’t wet your diaper. I know you have to be uncomfortable, Amelia. Your bladder must be about to burst.”
He’s right. I’ve tried so hard to ignore it. I’m not ready yet. But it’s growing increasingly difficult.
“If this diaper isn’t completely soaked by the time we reach the clinic, I’m going to ask the doctor to put a catheter in you.”
My breath hitches, and I twist my head to look at him. “What’s a catheter?” I’m pretty sure I know what it is, but I want him to say it out loud so I can verify I’m not wrong.
“It’s a little tube that gets inserted up in your pee-pee hole to drain your bladder. Sometimes the doctor uses a catheter so he can get a urine sample from a Little girl. Other times, he inserts a tube in naughty Little girls who refuse to use their diapers. If he has to insert a catheter in you because you’re stubborn, he will not take it out. You will wear it until I decide you’ve learned your lesson.”
I gasp.
He nods. “I’ll ask him to leave a short tube hanging out of your urethra so that your bladder constantly empties into your diaper.”
“For how long?” I ask, my voice shaking.
“A week the first time.”
My eyes bug out. “A week?”
“Yes, Baby girl. Wetting yourself is not optional. You need to learn to do so without even thinking twice about it.” He squeezes my waist just enough to make me almost pee myself. “Is that what you want, Baby girl? Do you want me to have the doctor put a permanent catheter in you so you don’t have to take responsibility for wetting yourself?”
I shake my head. “No, Sir.”
“Mmm.” He nuzzles my neck. I like it when he does that. It sends tingles down my body. “I think you’re intrigued,” he whispers. “I think you’re going to hold on to your pee pee because you like the idea of me dominating you so thoroughly that you don’t even get to choose when to wet yourself.” He squeezes the front of my dry diaper again. “You like the idea of wearing a constantly wet diaper that’s slowly filling, completely at my mercy to decide when to change you.”
I whimper. “No, Sir.” I think he’s goading me, and it’s working. I do not want to wear a catheter for a week. That sounds awful. I squeeze my eyes shut and will myself to pee. I’ve had to go so badly for so long that now it’s hard to do so.
I turn in Noah’s arms so I’m facing him and bury my head against his chest. I can do this. It will get easier, I tell myself. It’s just this first time. It’s not just wetting myself that’s the problem. It’s doing so standing upright. It’s challenging convincing my body to let go.
Noah rubs my back. “Let it go, pretty girl. I know you can do it.”
Finally I manage to relieve myself. Once the flood gates open, I can’t stop. My bladder is so full that it seems like I pee a gallon. It feels super strange having the warm liquid pressing against me. When I’m done, my diaper weighs a ton.