Chapter 7
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.
“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.
When Noah pulls up to the clinic, I start to get nervous. I have a feeling this doctor’s visit is going to be unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. I’m a bit nervous.
Noah unfastens me from the car seat and lifts me to the ground before grabbing the diaper bag and my hand.
This is it. We’re going into the doctor’s office whether I’m ready or not.