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)
“That’s my good girl. See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?”
I burrow deeper against him. It was hard, but hopefully next time, it will be easier.
“We’re almost there, Baby girl.” He eases me back and turns me around to face the island.
“Can I take it off now?” I whimper, focused solely on my soaked diaper.
He kisses my neck. “No, Little one. Daddy will decide when to change you. You need to let go of all control, Little one. Who’s in charge?”
“You are, Sir.”
“Mmm. I can’t wait for you to be comfortable enough to call me Daddy.”
I lean against him. Could I do it? Call him Daddy? It sounds so intimate. It’s on the tip of my tongue, but I’m not quite ready yet. It seems like a huge step.
“When you’re ready, Amelia.”
I watch as the ferry comes to a stop against the dock. Apparently, Noah is going to leave me in the wet diaper for now because he makes no move to guide me toward a restroom on the ferry where he could quickly change me.
Noah stands when everyone else does. He shoulders my diaper bag and takes my hand. “Stay with me at all times, Baby girl. If you wander away from me, I’ll put a harness on you to keep you from getting too far away.”
I freeze. A harness? Does he mean what I think he means?
I glance around at the other Littles. I haven’t paid too much attention to them. Just enough to verify we’re all dressed alike. Now I see that several of them are wearing a harness. It’s elaborate and resembles the harness Noah used on me in the car.
I pay attention to one Little girl near me who keeps fiddling with the front of her harness. It’s rubbing her breasts. It also comes up between her legs. It’s attached to a leash at the small of her back, and every time she steps too far from her Daddy, he gives a slight tug, reining her in and causing her to fidget more.
It’s fascinating, and I have no doubt my reaction would be the same as hers. My breath hitches, and I stop breathing when I see her Daddy slide his hand under one of the tight straps. I’m certain he pinches her nipple hard because she yelps and rises onto her toes. “Daddy…” The one word coming from her lip is both a plea and a moan.
When I shift my attention to Noah, I find him smiling knowingly at me. He was watching where my attention was focused. “Mmm. I think my Little girl will enjoy being harnessed.” He hugs me tightly against him. “I should have guessed after the way you squirmed in the car seat. Don’t worry, I’ll get you into a harness soon, Baby girl.”
I flush as we slowly follow everyone off the ferry and onto dry land. My attention is diverted from my soaked diaper and the harness to the island itself. It’s the most beautiful place I’ve ever seen.
“Where are the parks, Sir?”
“They’re on the other side of the island, Baby girl. You’ll see the entrance to Littleworld soon enough. Not today.” He guides me over to a parking lot filled with golf carts. He told me earlier this week that there would be no cars on the island. It’s incredibly quiet without the engines running. The golf carts are electric.
When we reach our cart, I notice there’s a car seat behind the driver. It’s identical to the one I used in the SUV. Daddy lifts me up and settles me in it before strapping me down just like earlier.
I watch him, fascinated by the way he so easily pulls all the straps together between my legs to fasten the five points against my tummy. My full diaper makes the entire process even more awkward. “Ready?”
I nod. I can’t speak. My nipples are hard again. At least this time, there’s extra padding between my legs keeping my clit from being so strongly affected.
Noah climbs onto the front seat of the golf cart and pulls out of the spot. “We’re heading into town first. Most of the businesses are located on Main Street, including the clinic. I’ll drive slowly so you can look around.”
“Okay.” We’re surrounded by lush greenery until we reach the more populated section, and then my eyes widen as I take it all in. There are lots of Littles with Daddies and Mommies. They’re in golf carts like ours, on foot, and in strollers. I hadn’t thought about strollers, but now I realize it’s only logical there would be adult-sized strollers on the island.
Every Little is wearing a T-shirt and a diaper, male or female. The majority of the girls have pigtails or braids. Noah put my hair up in pigtails while we were on the ferry. He did a good job. I like how it feels. He put them up much higher on my head than I ever have myself. I like the way they swing at the sides of my head, reminding me constantly that I’m Little—the ultimate submissive.