Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33018 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33018 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
I sigh. “No, Sir.”
“Why is that, Baby girl?”
“Because I’m not allowed to touch the stove or anything on it.”
“Exactly.” He clasps me with his knees as he bends down to unzip the diaper bag and pull something out.
“What’s that?” I ask as he removes some sort of vinyl straps. It looks like an elaborate dog leash.
Daddy leans down and taps my ankle. “It’s a harness. Lift your foot, Baby girl.”
I grab his knees and do as I’m told.
Papa sets a hand on top of mine. “It keeps Little girls from wandering off and getting lost.”
I glance at him. “I’m not going to wander off. I promise.”
“Nope.” He bops my nose. “You won’t because you won’t be able to. Most of the time when we’re in public, you’ll either be in a stroller or this harness.”
I hold my breath and watch as Daddy pulls the harness up around my legs and then higher. He tucks my arms into it next and adjusts it so the straps are over my shoulders. It comes down over my boobs and up between my legs. Instead of buckling in the front, it buckles in the back. I’d have to work hard to undo it since I can’t see the clasp.
I gasp when Daddy cinches it tight around me. It’s pressing against my nipples and smashing my diaper against my pussy. When I hear the snap of something else behind me, I twist my head around to see that Daddy has added a leash.
My heart is racing, and I start panting. I turn sideways and lean against Daddy’s chest, trying to regroup. Shit just got real. I would never say a naughty word like that out loud, but in my head, that’s exactly what I’m thinking.
I bury my face against Daddy’s chest, leaning most of my weight against him while he rubs my back. I don’t know what the effect of the harness is supposed to be or how other Littles react to such a device, but I’m so turned on I can’t think.
Daddy kisses my forehead. “Deep breaths, Baby girl. It’s a five-point harness, just like the kind you have on your highchair at home. Your car seat and stroller will have them also. This kind lets you walk but not far from your Daddies.”
Every breath I take causes the straps to rub against my nipples. The only thing between the nylon and my tight buds is the thin cotton of my T-shirt. When I take a step, the straps between my legs are going to press my diaper against my pussy.
Papa threads his fingers with mine from behind me and holds my hand tight.
“Do I have to wear it?” I murmur against Daddy’s chest.
“Yes, Eloise. You have to wear it. There will be a lot of people at the dock when we arrive. I don’t want you to get separated from us.”
I tip my head back, “But, Daddy, you know—”
He sets a finger over my lips, stopping me from continuing. “I know a lot of things. Shall I list them?”
He doesn’t give me a chance to tell him it’s not necessary. I’ve had this lecture before.
Daddy tips my chin back, forcing me to look him in the eye. “I know you were going to say you wouldn’t actually get lost from us. I know you like to argue moot topics that pertain to the adult Eloise. And I know we left adult Eloise back on the mainland. She’s not on this island.” He lifts a brow.
I sigh. “Yes, Daddy.” I’m used to challenging my Daddies. That’s not going to fly here.
Papa stands and comes around to face me so he can also look me in the eye. He sets a hand on top of my head. “For the next week, you’re our Baby girl. Except for maintaining your ability to walk and talk, every other aspect of your life is controlled by us. Baby girls on Regression Island don’t have the freedom to do whatever they want.”
“Yes, Sir,” I respond to his serious expression.
He squats down so we’re eye-to-eye and cups my cheek. “Visiting Littleworld for a week means staying on the island and suspending your adult. It’s relaxing. Rejuvenating. You have zero responsibilities except to obey your Daddy and your Papa.”
“It’s a privilege, Baby girl,” Daddy adds. “How many lucky Little girls get to go on such an amazing fun vacation in a place that caters to their preferred kink?”
I swallow. He’s right. “I’m a lucky Little girl,” I admit softly.
Daddy pulls me against his chest again. “Not as lucky as we are to be your caregivers. But you can’t spend the entire week arguing that your adult self wouldn’t need a harness or can cook on the stove without burning herself or can go out the front door and walk down the sidewalk alone. If you can’t suspend your adult self, follow the rules, and do as your told, you’re going to end up spending a lot of time with your nose in a corner.”