Chapter 3 #2
He lets that sit with me for a moment before continuing. “Regression Island is specifically designed to help Littles go all the way back to infancy. You’ll need to let go of the fight inside you that wants to control things.”
“What if I don’t like it?”
“You’ll do it anyway. I’m asking you to give it a chance. You can’t know if you won’t like something until you try it. And I don’t mean for an hour.”
My lip trembles again. “For the entire summer?”
“Yes, baby girl.”
“Can I use the potty sometimes, like when I need to go number two?”
He shakes his head. “Nope. Not even then.”
I lower my face again and start rocking. I need to think about what he’s said. I know he’s right about my behavior lately. I’ve been very naughty and getting worse. Perhaps I was testing him to see if he would put me in my place.
He definitely has, and then some. In a way, it’s a relief. I’m glad he’s capable of being this firm with me. I want him to be in charge. I love it. I always have. He’s the best Daddy ever. But regression… It’s a huge step.
“Are you ready to change, baby girl?”
I hesitate and nod at the floor.
He stands and reaches out a hand. “Come on, Little one. I promise it will be okay. Get out of your head and let Daddy take care of you.”
I slowly unfold my body and take his hand, letting him pull me to my feet and lead me to the nursery. We head straight for the changing table, and I suck in a breath when Daddy lifts me by the waist and swings me onto the padded surface.
Before lowering me to my back, he reaches for the hem of my dress and pulls it over my head. After setting it aside, he eases me onto my back as if I might fall without his help.
I’m confused when he reaches across my body and pulls something up from the far side.
And then I whimper when he lifts my hand and wraps something around my wrist. It’s a wide nylon strap, and he pulls it across my belly next before wrapping it around my other wrist and securing it to the side of the changing table.
I squirm, finding myself very restrained. My heart rate picks up as my nipples stiffen, and my panties grow damp. Dammit. My reaction to restraints is going to be my downfall.
Daddy strokes my cheek. “Lie still, baby girl. The straps will keep you from rolling off the table when I change you.”
I swallow a moan and squeeze my thighs together. The moment he removes my panties, he’s going to find my state of arousal. Besides, he already knows what to expect when he restrains me.
His voice is soothing when he speaks again, still stroking my cheek. “I can add a second strap across your chest if you’d like, baby girl. Yeah?”
I almost cry as I nod. I’m a ball of nerves, but I’ll feel much better about using a diaper if I’ve been bound so completely it’s out of my control. As if it somehow won’t be my fault I had to pee in a diaper.
Daddy reaches across the table and pulls a second strap over my body. It’s just as wide as the first one, about three inches, and it flattens over my breasts when he pulls it securely to the other side.
My boobs are small, so it’s not as if they are squished, but my nipples are sensitive, and the nylon rubs against them with every movement.
“There.” Daddy leans over and kisses my forehead. “My baby girl isn’t going anywhere now, is she?”
I don’t respond to his rhetorical question. Instead I start panting as every tiny flinch heightens my arousal. On top of that new problem, I still need to pee.
Daddy sets a hand on my tummy and rubs gently, his gaze on mine. “You’ve always enjoyed restraints and reacted strongly to them. I expect you’ll enjoy the increased restrictions that come with regression.”
Daddy moves to the end of the table, removes my sandals, and pulls my panties off. He taps my pussy with his fingers. “This hair has to go, baby girl. Do you want me to remove it before or after you go potty?”
I consider his question and realize I can’t wait any longer to pee.
“After, please, Sir.” I don’t always address him as Sir, but when I’m restrained or being reprimanded, it comes naturally.
The moment I’m bound in any way, I become very submissive.
I wonder how many ways I’m going to find myself restrained during this regression.
Daddy lifts my bottom slightly and slides a crinkly diaper under me. He spreads my thighs wider and pulls the front of the diaper up between my legs.
I moan as he pulls it tight and fastens it closed. It hadn’t occurred to me the diaper itself would feel restrictive, like its own type of bondage. I’m instantly so horny I might come. I’m shaking, my legs kicking out involuntarily as I slide into subspace.
Daddy sets his hand on the bulky material between my spread thighs and rubs my pussy slowly as he comes to my side. His other hand settles on my cheek. “Deep breaths, baby girl.”
I try to pull in air, but I can’t. I’m panting.
Daddy’s hand continues to press against my pussy. It’s not enough to get me off with all the thick padding between his fingers and my clit, but it’s enough to drive me crazy with need.
“Do you know how good Little girls are rewarded when they wet their diapers?” he asks.
I can’t think. I can’t even fully focus on him when I try to. I shake my head.
He leans closer and kisses me on the lips before nibbling a path to my ear. “If you’re a good girl and you let go of your bladder control for me, I’ll let you come when I change you, baby girl.”
I suck in a breath. He’s going to let me orgasm when he removes this diaper? “Every time?” I ask tentatively. Surely not.
He chuckles and tickles under my chin. “I will usually give you pleasure when I change your diaper, baby girl. Unless we’re in a hurry or someplace inappropriate, but…” He hesitates as if making sure I’m paying attention.
I hold his gaze, not blinking. This may very well be the most important thing I need to know for the entire summer.
He smiles. “I won’t necessarily change you ever time you let a tiny dribble come out. It doesn’t work that way. Sometimes you’ll have to wait. It’s important you learn patience too. Daddy decides when you get changed. Not Melody.”
I gulp. He’s going to leave me wet sometimes. The idea makes me squirm. Good grief. What is happening to me? Before I can let my nerves take over once again, Daddy presses against my pussy and rubs hard.
I push against the changing table with my heels, lifting my bottom the few inches possible.
Instead of giving me the friction I need, Daddy’s hand disappears.
He slides it up to my belly, finds my bladder, and presses down.
I gasp, wiggling in attempt to get away from his probing fingers. “Daddy…” I whimper.
“Let it go, baby girl. Let everything go.”
I can’t hold back any longer, and I can’t think of a good reason to either. It takes some concentration, but in a few moments, I’m able to let go of the muscle I’m fighting against. My pee flows out, filling my diaper.
It feels very strange to release my bladder while lying down, though I suspect it will happen often.
Daddy says nothing until I sigh with relief, empty. “Good girl. I’m so proud of you.” He continues to rub my tummy for a few moments before his hand smooths back to between my legs and he presses against my now soaked diaper, forcing me to fully experience my plight.
I want him to take the diaper off now, but I say nothing.
Instead I hold his gaze while he rubs me down there, my arousal rising once again.
I should be embarrassed, but I’m not. I’m not even as stressed as I was earlier.
I can’t remember why I thought this would be a big deal.
It’s not. It’s just Daddy. He’s going to take care of everything, and I’m beyond excited to know in a few moments I’m going to get pleasures.
I wait patiently while my need continues to grow. I’m so horny I’m squirming, and my nipples are hard peaks, very sensitive rubbing against the strap.
Finally, Daddy kisses me briefly and moves down between my legs. He removes the soaked diaper, uses a warm wipe to clean my skin. He lifts my bottom enough to slide a towel under me, and I watch him, slightly confused before I realize he’s going to shave me.
I’d forgotten this was coming. It’s my fault. It can be added my list of recent acts of defiance. With no other options, I let my knees fall open and relax my muscles while Daddy applies shaving cream and carefully removes all my pubic hair.
When he’s done, he smooths his fingers over my lower lips. “So soft. This will feel much better in your diapers. From now on, I’ll do it for you.”
Finally, he pulls the towel out and slides a new diaper under my bottom. I’m shaking with anticipation as he opens a tube of some kind of ointment and squeezes it onto his fingers before applying it to my pussy.
He glances up at me as he rubs it into my skin. Everywhere. All around my lower lips and my clit and down around my bottom and puckered hole. “It’s diaper cream, baby girl. It will keep your skin from getting irritated.”
When his fingers come back to my clit, I gasp.
He strokes me just the way I like, making my eyes roll back in my head as I sink into the raw pleasure of being masturbated.
On any given day, Daddy can make me come pretty quickly by playing with my clit, but with the addition of these restraints and the naughty nature of this entire arrangement, I’m at the peak in seconds, panting around the desire for my orgasm to linger a bit longer.
I can’t stop it though. My legs are spread wide and shaking.
I suck in a breath and hold it, but I lose the battle.
My orgasm slams into me with so much force I cry out as Daddy presses his fingers hard against my pulsing clit.
“That’s my good girl. So pretty. Daddy loves when he gets to make his good girl feel pleasure. ”
I’m a limp, exhausted noodle when I come down from my high. It barely registers as he fastens the new diaper tight around my waist. I sigh contentedly as he removes the straps across my chest and tummy.