Chapter 5
Chapter Five
I learn that afternoon my mealtimes are not necessarily going to match with Daddy’s. After Anabel and Anthony leave, he warms up one of my bottles and settles with me on his lap on the couch.
I relax as I stare up at him while I suck. I like the way he holds my hand out of the way while I drink. Sometimes he strokes the side of my breast with his thumb, making me squirm and giggle around the nipple.
When I’m finished, he sets me in the playpen with some toys. Anabel was right. That bottle didn’t make me tired like the earlier one.
A moment later, I learn something else when Daddy heads to the bathroom door, reaches up to a keypad that is too high for me, and presses his thumb against it. The door unlocks and he enters.
“How did you do that?” I ask him when he returns.
“Do what?”
“Open the door?”
He chuckles. “They added my thumb and fingerprints to the system when I went into town. Keeps Littles from watching and learning the numeric codes.”
I reach for my stuffed monkey and hold it close as I lie back and stare at the ceiling. I’ve been bombarded with new experiences today. It’s overwhelming. I’m not sure how much more I can take.
I roll onto my side and watch Daddy through the see-through mesh of the playpen as he fixes himself dinner and eats at the table. It smells good. I wonder when I’ll be permitted to eat food again. At least I’m not hungry since Daddy fed me far too many ounces of formula before he ate.
After he cleans the kitchen, Daddy scoops me into his arms and settles us on the couch to watch a movie. I’m surprised when he lets me pick. He doesn’t give me any choices that are above PG, but I choose one and snuggle against him to watch.
He absently strokes my midriff throughout the movie, distracting me so much I can’t focus, but I don’t tell him this.
I simply enjoy the feeling of his fingers grazing over my bare skin, often including the swell of my breast. My shirt has risen up so it’s barely covering my nipples, and I don’t care.
I like lounging in Daddy’s lap nearly naked.
It’s comforting. I haven’t been this relaxed in a long time.
I feel more at peace than I have in months, and I wonder how much of that can be attributed to this new dynamic.
After the movie, Daddy takes me into the bathroom for the first time to bathe me. The claw-foot tub is amazing, and after he washes me, he lets me play for a few minutes in the warm water.
He smiles at me from his spot sitting on the toilet seat. He looks content. I feel the same.
Daddy lifts me out of the tub, dries me, and pats my naked bottom. “Head into your nursery, baby girl.”
I’m not sure what time it is, but it’s not late. I start to think about what Anabel told me about her nighttime bottles. I don’t think it’s a secret. I’m pretty sure I can ask Daddy about the formula without breaking a confidence.
I’m standing naked in my room, putting a nightgown on one of my dolls when Daddy joins me. He sets a very full bottle on the shelf, takes my doll, and sets her on the shelf too.
I have questions. I wonder if he’ll be receptive to answering them as he lifts me onto the changing table.
As usual, my wandering mind calms when he straps me down. He includes the second strap this time too. “How was your playdate with Anabel, baby girl? We didn’t discuss it when I got home.”
“It was fun.” I squirm as he parts my legs and presses my knees wide. I suck in a breath when my nipples rub the strap.
He smooths his hands up and down my inner thighs, his gaze on me. “You did so well today, baby girl. I’m so proud of you.”
“Thank you, Daddy.” My voice is breathy.
“Tomorrow morning we’re going to the pediatrician. You need a full physical. You haven’t had one in a long time. I want to be sure you’re healthy, and you stay that way.”
I swallow and turn my head away so he can’t see my reaction.
His hands keep stroking the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. “There’s no reason to stress about seeing the doctor. I understand he’s very well liked among the Littles on the island. He has two partners too. All of them have amazing reviews.”
I nod, biting my lip. I don’t care how fantastic his reviews are. He has needles, and he’ll probably want to see my private parts and touch them.
Speaking of private parts, Daddy spreads my labia and surprises me when he leans over and licks through my folds.
It feels so good. I love when he goes down on me.
We haven’t had time to really devote to sex lately, but I’m not unhappy about the number of orgasms I’ve had today. Apparently I’m going to get one more.
Daddy thrusts his tongue into me and flicks it over my clit. His hands hold me wide, splayed on my thighs, pressing my knees as far apart as they will reach.
I fist my palms, unable to move my arms even an inch. I love this position so much. I have no idea why I ever thought it would be so horrible to wear a diaper. Maybe the diapers themselves aren’t my favorite, but the rewards are out of this world.
When Daddy sucks my clit into his mouth, I cry out, my hips lifting the scant inch they can off the changing table. I come hard against his lips, unable to stop the onslaught.
I’m still panting as Daddy puts a fresh diaper on me, unbinds me, and lifts me into his arms. He carries me to the rocking chair and settles me on his lap.
He’s smiling. I love that he’s pleased with me. “I knew you liked to be restrained, Melody, but I honestly had no idea how important it was to you.”
“I didn’t know it either, Daddy.”
He strokes my arm as he rocks me. “There are a lot of aspects of regression that include restraint. Nearly every part of your days will involve some kind of boundaries. Sometimes they will be extremely restrictive like being strapped in a highchair or car seat or your stroller. Other times, your movement will be limited by the playpen or a baby gate or your crib. All of them are designed to help you relax and turn your control over to me. I’m not worried you won’t be able to comply anymore.
It’s obvious the more restrictive I am, the better you respond. ”
I nod and lick my lips. “It’s like…the more you restrain me, the easier it is to stop fighting the need to control things. If I’m not given the option, I stop trying.”
He smiles and kisses my forehead. “That’s very well thought out, baby girl. I’m impressed.”
I glance at the ominous bottle on the shelf. “Can I ask you something, Daddy?”
“Of course.”
“Did my naptime bottle have something in it to make me sleep?”
He nods. “It did. Just enough to let you get a solid hour of rest in.”
“And the nighttime bottle is going to make me sleep all night?”
“It sure is. Were you talking to Anabel about the bottles?”
“Yes, Daddy.” I watch his face, hoping I’m not getting her in trouble.
He hugs me. “Don’t worry, Little one. I don’t mind what Anabel tells you.
That’s why I invited her over. I’d hoped she would help guide you.
She’s been here a while. She’s not expected to keep secrets and neither are you.
” He taps my nose. “If there’s any aspect of your regression I don’t want you to share, I won’t tell you either.
That would be too much pressure on you.”
“Oh.” I squirm nervously in his arms.
“What’s bothering you, Little one?”
“Anabel said you might put medicine in my bottle to make me sleep so soundly I wet myself without knowing.”
He considers what I’ve said for a few moments before addressing it.
“Every Little is different, baby girl. That’s something we’ll discuss with the doctor over time.
Some Littles do better if the option is removed altogether.
Others find a balance in which they use their diapers often enough to ensure they remain healthy without losing control. Does that make sense?”
I swallow. “How, uh, does the doctor take away my choice?” My voice is barely audible. I’m not sure I want to hear the answer.
Daddy holds me tight as he responds. “There are lots of options. One is exactly what Anabel mentioned. A deep sleep combined with a full bladder would force you to wet yourself without your knowledge.
“It has more to do with your health than anything else, baby girl. Some Littles struggle to give up control. It’s not safe to hold your pee pee inside. If it were a real problem, the doctor could put a tube in your urethra to hold it open all the time.”
I shudder, my eyes widening.
He strokes my cheek. “You don’t need to worry about any of that, baby girl.
You haven’t had a single issue. I’m not concerned.
I don’t think the doctor will be either.
I was just answering your question, letting you know if an issue should occur down the line, there are ways to overcome a stubborn streak. Your health is most important.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“I’ve thought about it, and I’ve decided since you’ve done so well today, and if you’re a super good girl at the doctor’s tomorrow, I’ll take you to one of the parks after we leave his office.”
I light up. “Really?”
He nods, but his expression is stern. “Best behavior first. You worry about doing what you’re told, and the rewards will come.”
I smile so wide my face hurts. “I’ll be good, Daddy. I promise.”
He reaches for the bottle and nudges my lips. “First things first. You need a full night’s rest if we’re going to do all that tomorrow.”
I open my mouth and accept the nipple, eagerly suckling it to show him I’m capable of doing what I’m told. I know I haven’t demonstrated that for the last several weeks, but I can, and I will be good.
When I start to drift about three quarters of the way through the bottle, Daddy jolts me awake with a firm nipple pinch. It works. I squirm in his arms, but I keep myself on task.
I’m half asleep when I realize the bottle is gone, and Daddy is putting pajamas on me. Footed ones that cover my entire body and zip up my front to my chin. Even my hands are encased in loose mittens. There is a snap at the top of my chest too that covers the zipper.
I’m more awake by the time he’s finished because the jammies give me that same comforting restrained feeling. When he sets me on my back in the crib, he leans over to kiss my lips gently. “Would you like your wrists restrained, Little one? I’m gathering it soothes you to be completely confined.”
I nod, my cheeks heating. “Yes, Daddy.” I find my breathing slowing as he cuffs my wrists and attaches them to the railing of my crib. I won’t be able to turn over or even move more than a few inches, but it’s calming.
I also won’t be able to accidentally touch myself inappropriately. That’s a relief.
When Daddy pats my diaper between my legs, I notice something else. The diaper he put on me for the night is far thicker than the daytime ones were. My legs are bent wide. Any effort to close them is futile against the thick absorbent layers.
“Sleep, baby girl. See you in the morning.” He glances at the baby monitor in the corner of my crib and pads from my room, pulling my door almost closed. He leaves it ajar a few inches.
I can’t believe at the end of the first day of being fully regressed, I’m smiling.
I’m actually happy. The majority of my concerns were unfounded.
I can’t think why I ever thought this experience would be anything other than amazing.
There is something extremely freeing about having every single ounce of control taken out of my hands.
I supposed I could fight against emptying my bottles if I were really feeling disobedient, but then I remember the red medicine Anabel’s Daddy gave her and realize my Daddy would have ways to make me eat too if I defied him.
I won’t though. I’m a good girl.