Chapter 4
Chapter Four
I wake up confused and scared, uncertain where I am. I glance around without moving as my memory reminds me I’m on Regression Island in our rental house in a nursery in my crib.
I panic for only a moment as I recall the events of the day. I’d gone down for a nap. The room is bright, so it it’s still daylight outside.
My legs are parted, but when I try to bring them together, I come up short. Lifting my hands to figure out what’s trapping my thighs, the rest of my predicament rushes into place. The bulk between my legs is a diaper.
I shiver as I slide my hands up my body. Other than the diaper, I’m naked. I cup my breasts as if to shield myself, palming them while I try to calm down.
Suddenly the door opens, and Daddy is at my side. He leans over the edge of the crib. “Did you have a nice nap, baby girl?”
I nod.
He reaches for my wrists and pulls my hands from my chest. “Remember what I said about touching yourself, Little one,” he admonishes. “I can’t watch you all the time you’re sleeping. If I can’t trust you, I’ll have to restrain your wrists.”
I shudder, my nipples stiffening. At no point in our relationship have we ever spent as much time discussing bondage. We’ve dabbled. I liked it. But this is new, and I’m somewhat shocked by the level of my reaction to every suggestion.
I draw my knees up and inward, unable to pull them very close together. Once again, I’m aware of my bladder, but this time, I know what has to happen. It’s not surprising after the amount of formula I drank before this nap.
Daddy releases one of my wrists and palms the bulk between my legs. When his hand slides up to my belly and finds my bladder, I wince. “Is that what you want, baby girl? Would you like Daddy to restrain you so you can use your diaper?”
I swallow, feeling my face heat. Finally, I nod. “Yes, Daddy.” I’m embarrassed, but as I think about it, I realize I can’t fully relax until he confines me in some way. It’s as if the restraint takes away my power, and then it’s not my fault I wet myself.
I shudder as Daddy steps across the room.
I hear a drawer open and close, and he returns with two pink Velcro cuffs.
He puts them on my wrists and attaches them to the sides of the crib.
There’s some give—a few inches on both sides.
I’m not bound too tight; I can squirm. But I also can’t touch myself with my hands, and there is no way I would be able to escape.
Daddy pats my diaper again. “I’ll come back in a few minutes. You can call out to me when you need me.”
When he leaves, a rush of arousal consumes me, causing me to arch my chest and moan. I’m stunned by my reaction to everything that has happened today. A bit nervous too. I was right when it suddenly occurred to me my anxiety about using a diaper had mostly to do with a fear I might like it.
Daddy is fully in charge of everything. It’s refreshing after weeks of me misbehaving. Was I trying to get his attention? I’ve got it now.
I tug on my wrists to no avail, perhaps to reassure myself I can’t move. I’m helpless. I’m an infant. And I need to pee.
Also, my nipples are hard. Butterflies are fluttering in my tummy, and my pussy is wet and swollen. Daddy gave me pleasure when he changed my diaper. How many times a day is he going to let me come?
Out of desperation from multiple fronts, I force myself to relax, take several deep breaths, and for the second time since I was a baby, I release my bladder into my diaper.
I’m panting from the exertion. “Daddy?” I call out in a soft voice.
He returns in moments, smiling down at me. Without a word, he lowers the side of the crib, releases my wrists, and lifts me into his arms. Setting me gently on the changing table, he reaches across and grabs the strap, binding my wrists and my belly as he had earlier.
Once again, a rush of arousal assaults me.
I bite my bottom lip, but I can’t stop the shiver.
He can’t miss the tight points of my nipples either.
In fact, he slides a hand up to cup my breast and thumbs the tight peak.
“If I’d known how you would react to regression, I would have brought you here months ago,” he teased.
His hand disappears, causing me to whimper. It takes only moments for him to remove my diaper and slide a new one under me. I don’t know why I fought against this. It’s no big deal. Besides, the reward is proving to be in my favor.
By the time Daddy finishes wiping my skin clean with a cool wipe, I’m gritting my teeth and digging my heels into the pad on the changing table. “Daddy…” I beg.
He ignores me and smooths ointment all over my private parts before returning to my clit and giving it extra attention. “Such a needy Little girl. Make sure you don’t try to manipulate me into changing you. It will backfire.” He glances at me with a brow lifted.
“Yes, Sir,” I breathe, my legs shaking.
He thrusts his finger into me and resumes thumbing my clit until I can’t hold back, and I cry out as my orgasm rushes through me. I’m still panting, my body quivering, as Daddy secures my fresh diaper and helps me sit.
He points at a pile of shirts on the shelf. “What color are you in the mood for, baby girl?”
“Pink,” I declare.
He grabs a shirt and unfolds it. “Arms up.”
I lift my arms and let him slide the soft cotton over my head. The shirt is tight and made of thin material. It has short sleeves that hug my biceps, and it’s not long enough to reach my diaper. My belly is exposed.
I look back at the shelf, thinking he will put leggings or a skirt on me next, but I don’t see anything like that. “Where are my clothes, Daddy?”
He taps my nose. “At home. You won’t need them here.”
I frown. “What do you mean? You brought my things in a suitcase.”
He shakes his head. “Nope. Only my things. The boxes have your toys, but the only thing you’ll wear on the island is shirts and sandals.”
I squeeze my knees together futilely, recalling that although I didn’t spend much time looking at the other Littles this morning on the ferry, it’s true I saw a lot of diapers. Nothing covering them.
“Daddy?” My lip quivers at this new piece of information.
He chuckles as he lifts me from the table and sets me on my feet. “It’s all part of the experience, baby girl. Cute little diapered bottoms.” He pats my bottom for emphasis and nods toward the door. “I set up a play area for you. Would you like to see?”
I nod and turn toward the door to my nursery.
My first step is very awkward. The second is no better.
I’m waddling. I can’t bring my thighs together.
When I glance over my shoulder, I find Daddy is watching me.
He’s smiling his approval. “You’re adorable, Little one. Go on. But be careful you don’t fall.”
My balance is off, so each step has me swaying before I set my next foot down. I must look like a toddler taking her first steps. I feel like it. And Daddy enjoys the view from behind apparently.
In the living room, I find a lot of my toys, some of them from the trash bag where I stuffed them. Was that just last night? “You can earn the rest of your toys back with good behavior.”
There are several additions to the room that weren’t here when we came in before my nap.
Daddy’s been busy. There’s a playpen in one corner.
It’s colorful and out of place in this room of earth tones.
Through the archway to the kitchen, I see an equally out of place highchair.
At the entrance to the hallway I just came through is a baby gate.
It’s not up right now, but I imagine at some point it will be put in place to let me know I’m not to leave the room.
“I have a surprise for you,” he declares, his eyes twinkling.
“What’s that, Daddy?”
“Anabel and her Daddy are coming over in a few minutes.”
I grin and then remember what I’m wearing and glance down.
He chuckles. “Anabel will be dressed the same. Every Little on the island will, baby girl,” he reminds me.
I nod slowly. “When she gets here, can we go outside, Daddy?” I glance at the inviting swing set.
“I think it’s a great idea.” He pats my head and pulls me in for a hug, rocking me back and forth against his chest.
I realize we haven’t been this close lately. Not for a while. It feels nice.
A knock at the door makes my heart beat faster. “It’s them,” I declare.
Daddy closes the few feet toward the door in two strides and opens it.
Sure enough, I find myself fact to face with my friend Anabel for the first time in months. She’s sitting in an adult-sized stroller, but she starts kicking her feet excitedly as Anthony bends down to unbuckle her. Seconds later, he lifts her out and lets her run into the house.
We hug awkwardly with the bulk of two diapers between us. “I’ve missed you,” I tell her.
“I’ve missed you too.” She glances around. “I love this house. How pretty.”
I nod. “I like it too, though I’ve only been here a few hours and most of that time I was taking a nap.” I scrunch up my nose.
Anabel giggles. “I had to take my nap before I could come over too.” She looks past me toward the kitchen windows. “You have a swing set!” She turns toward the men who are shaking hands as Daddy closes the front door. “Daddy, they have a swing set. Can we go outside?”
Anthony looks at her sternly. “We’re guests here, Anabel. How about some manners. It’s up to Melody’s Daddy. We don’t know his rules.”
I tip my head back toward Daddy. “Can we, Daddy?”
Daddy nods. “Go on out. We’ll grab some iced tea and be right behind you. Be careful,” he adds to our retreating backs.
I’m relieved to see Anabel is dressed identically to me. Fully exposed diaper, tiny white T-shirt, sandals. It calms me to know I’m not alone in this world I’ve been dropped into.
When we step out back, I glance around and point to a sandbox at the far end of the yard. “We can build a castle,” I exclaim.