Chapter 3
Chapter Three
I’m surprised when we arrive on the island and Daddy leads me to a golf cart that has a sign on it with Daddy’s name. Bentley Harbron. The keys are in the ignition, and I realize he’s previously rented it. “No car?” I ask.
“There are no cars on the island, Little one.” He lifts me onto the passenger seat and buckles me in. Can’t say I’ve ever worn a seatbelt on a golf cart, but it would seem I’m going to today.
I glance around as other Littles approach the rows of golf carts.
Most of the golf carts have adult-sized car seats on the back seat, and I squirm as I watch several Daddies strap their Littles into a five-point harness.
A lot of them have diapers on. I assume they either live here, or they’ve been here before.
Or maybe they live as infants on the mainland too.
Daddy pats my thigh. “Your car seat is at the house, baby girl. This will be your only ride without it.”
I shiver, my nipples stiffening at the idea. I’m not sure why I’m reacting so strongly to the idea. I’ve never once considered using a car seat, but the way the Daddies are tugging those restraints around squirming Little girls and boys is making my nipples stiffen.
I’m not at all sure about this entire plan, but I do know I love restraints of all kinds. The thought of spreading my thighs and having a strap tugged between my legs… Yeah, I’m wet.
Daddy chuckles. He can read me well. “See? You’re getting into it already. You’re going to love it here.” He checks his GPS on his phone and pulls away from the row of golf carts.
“What about our luggage?” I ask.
“Someone will deliver it soon, baby girl.”
I look around as he drives us down several streets.
He motions to the right at one point. “That’s the center of town.
Main Street. We’ll go there later today or tomorrow and check in with management.
There’s a pediatrician in town too. Dr. Morgan.
We have an appointment with him tomorrow.
He likes to meet all the Littles when they come to the island and get them in the system so if you ever need a doctor, you’ll already be set. ”
I bite my lip and stiffen. I don’t want to go to the doctor. I’m not sick. I don’t say anything though.
We pull into a residential area next, and Daddy turns several times before slowing down and pointing to a white house on the right.
“That’s where Anabel and her Daddy live.
We’re only a few houses down the street.
You’ll be able to see her a lot this summer.
” He glances at me. “If you’re good,” he adds with a wink.
Three more houses down and on the left, he pulls into the narrow driveway and parks in front of a cute brick home.
All the houses look more like cottages. I feel like I’m on the set of The Hobbit.
The neighborhood is filled with extremely old majestic trees that hang over the streets on both sides, creating a canopy.
The homes are surrounded by greenery—shrubs, flowers, vines, anything that grows.
Daddy hops down from the golf cart and rounds to my side to unbuckle me and lift me to the ground. I’m not sure why I let him do it. Normally I would get out of the car without his help, but he seems to want to be more controlling, and I’m kind of numb still.
“Let’s go inside.” He takes my hand and leads me to the front of the house. After lifting the mat to grab the key, he unlocks the front door and pushes it open.
I step inside in front of him and slowly wander into the space.
It’s so cozy and inviting. Seriously like a cottage from The Hobbit or something.
Inside and out. The colors are all earth tones.
The sofa and armchairs are plush and deep.
The floor is hardwood with braided rugs.
I pass through to the kitchen next. It too has a rustic look and feel. Everything is wooden and natural.
Daddy takes my hand again as he comes to my side. “It’s amazing. Even better than the pictures.”
I tip my head back and smile. “I love it.” I point out the back windows off the breakfast area.
“Look. There’s a swing set.” I take a step forward, wanting to explore the backyard, but Daddy doesn’t release my hand.
“We’ll go out back in a bit.” He turns me to face him and tips my head back.
“There are rules here, baby girl. You won’t have permission to go outside without me. Understood?”
“Even out back?”
He shakes his head. “Only if Daddy is with you.”
“Yes, Sir.” My shoulders drop. I’m concerned this entire day is going to be filled with new rules I’m not used to having imposed on me.
I’m even more concerned my panties are wet already.
I like when Daddy is strict. I like when he doesn’t let me get away with things.
That part of this adventure is going to make me horny.
He nods over his shoulder. “Let’s see the rest of the house.”
I follow him down the hall. The first door on the right is an office. It’s spacious, and I see there are two desks inside. “Oh good. I asked them to add a second desk. I see they already did. Perfect. You can research your thesis in here while I work where I can keep an eye on you.”
I shudder as we move to the next room on the right. It’s the master bedroom. The theme in the kitchen and living room extends to all parts of the house so far. The bed is high off the ground and made from natural wood. The dresser and bedside table match.
Daddy tugs me again, and we cross the hallway to the room on the left. He sets his hands on my shoulders from behind me as he guides me into the room.
I suck in a breath and stand very still while I absorb what I’m seeing. Same rustic wood furniture but this room has an adult-sized crib, a dresser that doubles as a changing table, a rocking chair, and a shelf with stacks of diapers and what looks like maybe T-shirts in various colors.
I start shaking a bit as reality seeps in. I’m overwhelmed.
There isn’t a lot of color in the room. The fitted sheet in the crib is white, as is the padding on the changing table. If this house is a rental most of the time, it’s probably set up for the possibility of Littles who are boys or girls.
I think I want to go to another part of the house and let this soak in a bit before I explore further. Also, I need to pee. The bathroom must be the last room we haven’t explored.
Daddy hasn’t let me go yet though, so I tip my head back and meet his gaze. “I need to go potty, Daddy. Let’s find the bathroom.”
He wraps his arm around my chest from behind and holds me tighter, tucking my head under his chin. “The bathroom is only for Daddy, baby girl.”
My breath hitches as I process his words. I try not to cry, but I start trembling.
Daddy continues, his voice soft. “Every Little on this island uses a diaper, Melody. It’s part of the experience. No Little is permitted into any bathroom on the island. In fact, they’re on a keypad. You wouldn’t be able to open them if you tried.”
I start shaking now. “But I need to go potty,” I murmur as if I’m not fully grasping the situation. I am. I’m staring at the pile of diapers.
“Let’s take care of that then, shall we?” He starts walking me forward, deeper into the nursery.
I drag my feet. My heart is racing. I can’t do this.
I wiggle free of Daddy and dart from the room.
When I reach the hall, I try the last door and find it is indeed locked.
I panic a bit and rush into the living room.
I don’t know where to go or what to do, but I need to think, so I head for the corner of the room and crouch down in a ball next to a pile of throw pillows.
I draw my knees up and rock back and forth a bit. My bladder suddenly seems to have a greater urgency than one minute ago, probably because I’ve begun to grasp the entirety of what’s expected of me.
I set my forehead on my knees and stare at the hardwood floor. I don’t even care my dress is not covering my panties, and the floor is uncomfortable against my bottom.
I feel Daddy’s presence without seeing him. His shadow looms over me soon after. He sits on the coffee table because it’s the closest surface to me. I know this because I can see his feet.
“Baby girl, you have used the toilet in front of me hundreds of times. I’m not sure how wearing a diaper makes any difference. It’s simply going to absorb your pee pee, and then I’ll change it.”
I shake my head. It’s different. It is. It’s a huge step. “I’m scared,” I murmur, not sure why that’s the first thing that comes to mind. It makes no sense.
“What are you afraid of, baby girl?”
I don’t answer for a long time. I don’t even know the answer. What I know is I’m quivering at the idea, and it’s making me nervous.
“Melody, tell Daddy what you’re scared of.”
“I’m afraid I might like it,” I whisper so softly even I barely hear myself.
I’m not sure I had fully formed that thought until the moment it came out.
Now, I understand better. “I’m worried I’ll lose myself if I give up this much control.
” I tip my head back finally to look up at Daddy. My cheeks are damp from tears.
My lip quivers. “You’ll be in charge of everything if I’m a baby, Daddy. That’s scary.”
He smiles warmly. “Baby girl, you’ll still be you underneath.
I promise. You won’t lose brain cells,” he teases.
“You’ll just enjoy the freedom of not making decisions.
It can be very satisfying. Freeing. I’m asking you to give it three months.
Let me take over for the summer. You won’t have to worry about a single thing except doing what you’re told.
You’ve been a bit of a wild child for a few months.
Lost. Struggling to find yourself. I think the reason you’ve been acting up is because you’re crying out for help.
You’ve known for years you’re submissive, baby girl, and almost that long that you’re a Little. ”