Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45188 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45188 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Papi sucks one of my nipples and swirls his tongue around it, distracting me. Suddenly I feel a prick. It’s over so fast I wonder if I imagined it. But my nipple is swollen and desperate now. More so than before.
Before I can form words of protest, Papi switches to my other boob and treats that nipple to the same. He did prick me. On my tender titty.
He blows on this tight flesh now. “Submit to Papi, Little one.”
It feels like my boobs are ten times bigger. Heavy. Throbbing. I need him to suckle them again. My clit is throbbing too. And his hand… Pressing against my pussy, driving me out of my mind.
Suddenly I can’t take it another second. If he wants me to pee myself, fine. Why should I care? I straighten out my legs in a giant V and let my bladder go. I’m not sure I’ve peed this much in my entire life. I keep going and going, filling the diaper until it’s warm and bulging around me.
Papi continues to apply pressure, making me fully aware of the wet bulk of material, not letting me escape the feeling of it against my skin. “That’s my good girl. See? Don’t you feel better?”
I don’t respond. Mortification slips in. At least I’m no longer dealing with the pressure in my bladder.
When my brain cells finally converge, I jerk my head down and glare at him. “You pricked my titties.”
He smiles. “You enjoyed it immensely.”
“Did not,” I lie. “It hurt.”
He lifts a brow. “Remember when I said I would only spank you for breaking my rules?”
I hold my breath.
“Lying will land you over my knees so fast you won’t know what happened.”
My face heats. Or maybe it was always hot.
“I also told you my quill had other purposes. Now you know another one.” He grins.
My eyes widen. “You intend to prick my titties often?” The babyish word keeps slipping from my mouth because I’m in my very youngest headspace. It’s his fault. I can’t avoid feeling younger while I’m diapered, especially with it full and serving as a reminder of my deep submission.
“Yes, Baby girl.”
I shake my head. “Why would you do that?”
“Because you will enjoy it. I’ll prick you all over your body at times.”
I stiffen and squeeze my knees together, coming up severely short.
He smiles. “Even there, Little one. You will have the most powerful orgasms when I pierce your little clit.”
I arch and writhe. Why won’t he let me go? Is he trying to prove a point? It’s working if he is. I’m so turned on. More than I’ve ever been.
“If you can lie still like a good girl, I’ll take this wet diaper off and clean you up. Can you do that for Papi?”
I nod because I want him to get this icky material off me.
While he removes it, I ask, “Can I use the potty next time?” My voice is so very Little.
“No, Baby girl. You’ll use a diaper from now on,” he says gently.
Tears come to my eyes, and my lips quiver. I’m not so much afraid of using diapers. What I’m afraid of is feeling as vulnerable as that will make me. Exposed. He will have the power to destroy me if I submit to him that deeply. It feels like I’m losing myself. I’m slipping into my youngest headspace, and I won’t be able to come up for air if he keeps me diapered.
I’m scared out of my mind. My reactions are unexpected. They shouldn’t be. I’ve fantasized about having a firm commanding Daddy who forced me to be his Baby girl, but I never in my wildest dreams expected it to actually happen. It’s the stuff of romance novels, not reality.
Papi sets the heavy diaper aside and pushes my legs open wide. He lowers a bag onto the bed next to me and reaches into it. I’m too drained to ask questions. I don’t think my voice would even hold up.
He slides what can only be described as a changing pad under my lower half and uses a wet cloth to wipe my folds. “I like that you keep your pussy bare, Baby girl. I’m going to put a cream on your folds now. I need you to hold still for me.”
I’m too stunned to move as I watch him put on a glove and squeeze something onto his finger before spreading it all over my pussy.
He glances up at my face when he’s done. “That needs to sit a few minutes. It will seep into your hair follicles and prevent future growth.”
I’m panting. My hair won’t grow back? Ever?
“You’ve used diapers before, haven’t you, Baby girl?” he asks, hovering over me.
I purse my lips. I’m not allowed to lie, and the truth is embarrassing.
His brows furrow. “Why is that hard to admit, Little one? I need to know everything about your history, especially your medical history, so I can best take care of you. Did any previous Daddy put a diaper on you?”