Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33279 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33279 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
“Can I have panties today, Daddy?”
He glances at me. “Mmm. Only if you will let Daddy help you when you need to go potty.”
I sigh dramatically. “I’m all better. I won’t fall off the potty.”
He smiles. “I suspect you are quite well, and I’m equally certain you won’t fall off the potty.” He lifts me up and stands me on my feet on the floor. “Come.” He wraps up the wet diaper and drops it in the trashcan.
When he’s at the door, he reaches out a hand and repeats, “Come, Baby girl.”
I’m standing in front of him with nothing but a tiny T-shirt on. My pussy is bare and exposed. But he’s smiling as he waits for me. He’s got something up his sleeve. Plus I didn’t understand what his cryptic comment meant about me being well and safe from falling. If those two things are true, and he believes them, then why can’t I use the potty without help?
I let him guide me out of the room and across the hall, following him into the room he said would be my nursery. And then I stop walking, gasping, eyes wide, knees wobbling.
“What do you think?” He squats behind me and wraps an arm around my waist.
I look around at everything in this room, stunned. It’s fully furnished and decorated. It’s the most inviting room I’ve ever seen in my life. Now I understand why he’s been asking me so many questions about my likes and dislikes. He told me he simply wanted to get to know me, but secretly he used every detail I told him to plan this special room.
I can’t believe what I’m seeing. It’s a Little girl’s wonderland.
Daddy chuckles as he rises. He pads across the room, opens the top drawer of the pink dresser, and pulls out a pair of panties. After returning to squat in front of me, he holds them open.
This is when I realize they aren’t ordinary panties. They’re much thicker cotton.
“Hold my shoulders and step in, Little one. We’ll see how you do with training panties today.”
I grab his shoulders. I’m not going to argue with him because the training panties are way better than the thick diapers I’ve been wearing. They feel like heaven when he pulls them up over my bottom.
He holds my hips and looks me in the eyes. “Breakfast, then bathtime, then you can explore in your new room. How does that sound?”
I wrap my arms around his neck and lean into him. “Scary.”
He tucks his arm under my bottom and lifts me into the air, holding me firmly against him as he carries me down to the kitchen. “What’s scary, Baby girl?”
“Letting myself believe this is real,” I admit. My head is clearer today. I need to talk to him about my feelings. I need to deal with my apartment and my job and my bills. I can’t hide any longer.
He kisses my neck. “It’s real, Little one, but I know you have concerns. We’ll discuss them today, okay?”
“Yes, Sir.” I’m relieved he isn’t going to poopoo my worries. That would annoy me.
Daddy sets me gently on the pillow on the booster seat. It’s a new seat. Once everything he ordered arrived by the end of yesterday, he packed up the borrowed items to return them to Tate. I somehow didn’t realize how much furniture had arrived. He must have only brought the larger boxes in while I was napping—which was often.
I glance up to the ceiling as Daddy fastens me into the seat. Is there really a pink room up there that’s all mine? It was like bubblegum exploded into the space with pink walls and pink rugs, pink furniture and pink pillows. A Little girl’s dream room without a doubt.
When Daddy takes my wrist in his hand and lowers it to my hip, I look down. I watch as he cuffs my wrist to the base of the seat next to my hip. He does the same with my other wrist before I can process what he’s doing. “Daddy…”
He pops my tray on and grins. “Now I won’t have to keep batting your hands out of the way while I’m feeding you.” He kisses my forehead and leaves me sitting secured to the chair.
I have a new concern. My pussy is soaked, and now so are my training panties. I worry he will touch them, accuse me of wetting my panties, and put a diaper back on me. How can I tell him that restraining me so firmly to the chair has made me hornier than ever?
I probably don’t have to tell him. The tiny T-shirt I’m wearing is doing nothing to hide my erect nipples. Every movement makes them more sensitive and harder.
I’m panting while he fixes me a plate, and there’s no way to hide my arousal when he returns to sit in front of me. He taps my nose. “I could hear you whimpering from across the room.”