Chapter 7
Chapter Seven
The zoo is amazing. I haven’t been to a zoo in years. Maybe twenty years. Why don’t adults continue to do fun things after they grow up? They are missing out.
Daddy lets me choose which animals to see first, and I pick the primate house. In no time, I’m laughing and having fun. Daddy is too. Some of the exhibits are too high for me to see, so Daddy eventually lets me out of my stroller.
At first, I’m nervous about walking around. It makes me feel exposed to get out of my stroller, but soon I relax. Every other Little looks just like me, and no one is paying attention to me.
I shuffle from window to window as we see every type of primate they have. When we finish with the monkeys, we move on to the bears. They’re outside and take up more space. The polar bears are my favorite. I watch them for a while as they come in and out of the water.
When I notice a crowd gathering to my right, I waddle in that direction to see what all the fuss is about. It’s the black bear exhibit, and two cubs are playing. Apparently they sleep a lot so it’s rare to catch them so rambunctious.
I squeeze between several Daddies to get closer and giggle as the cubs continue roughhousing. When one of them lands on his back, I turn around to point him out to Daddy, but I can’t see him.
I spin around. He’s not near me. I’m only five feet tall, so I can’t see over the heads of anyone around me.
I start to panic. I shouldn’t. Logically, I’m a grown adult.
There is no reason for me to freak out simply because I can’t find the man who is technically my boyfriend.
It’s not like someone is going to kidnap me.
I’m twenty-five. Everyone around me is a grown adult.
Nevertheless, I don’t like that I can’t find Daddy, and I’m not an adult. Not here. Not in his zoo or on this island. I’m very young, and the toddler in me is in a full panic now.
I shove back through the throng of people in the direction I think I came, but Daddy isn’t there.
I’m alone. I’m wearing a tight T-shirt that reaches only past my boobs, a diaper, and sandals.
I feel exposed, and I’m breathing heavily now.
I don’t want to cry, and there is no reason to. I’ll find him. Or he’ll find me.
Just as I start to lose the battle warring inside me, a tear sliding down my cheek, I hear my name. “Melody.”
I spin around and find Daddy rushing toward me. Relief floods through my body, but I’m also nervous. He might be mad. He should be mad. I wasn’t paying attention, and I wandered off.
Instead, he looks relieved, and when he reaches me, he hauls me into his arms and hugs me tight. He rocks me back and forth for a few moments and tips my head back. “You scared me, baby girl.”
“I’m sorry, Daddy. I wanted to see the black bears, and I wasn’t thinking, and then you weren’t there, and I panicked, and I couldn’t find you, and I was all alone, and—”
Daddy picks me up, settles me on his hip, and carries me to a bench where he sits with me on his lap. He holds me tight. “Shh. I’m here now.” He continues to rock me as if he too was as scared as me.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper again.
He leans back and meets my gaze, his hand on the back of my head.
“It’s my fault too. I looked away for a moment to examine the map to figure out what we might want to see next, and when I glanced back up, you were gone.
You should never wander away from me like that, but I shouldn’t have let you roam free outside of your stroller without keeping a hold of your hand. ”
I swallow back more tears. I’m glad he’s not too mad, but I’m still remorseful. I curl into him and set my head on his chest, still shaking a bit.
He rubs my back and pats my bottom. After a while, he asks, “Better?”
I tip my head back. “I won’t wander away again.
I promise. I was scared. Also, I need to go potty.
” I haven’t gone since we left the doctor’s office.
I’m not sure I can convince myself to pee while I’m standing in public.
Or standing at all for that matter. I haven’t tried it yet.
I’d rather Daddy take me to one of the changing rooms and lay me down so I can relax and wet myself.
I’m not sure he’d be receptive to me making that request though.
He smiles. “I have an idea. Not sure why I didn’t think of this sooner.” He eases me off his lap and stands me in front of him. After reaching into the backpack he’s using as a diaper bag, he pulls out something pink and nylon. Straps.
It takes me a moment to remember where I’ve seen something like that, and I glance around and remind myself about half the Littles around me at the park are wearing a harness with a leash.
I shiver as I glance back to watch Daddy untangle the straps. I’m shaking with anticipation. I want him to put the harness on me so badly my knees are weak. When did I become so interested in bondage?
Finally, he holds it up and eases two of the straps through my arms so they rest over my shoulders.
He pulls the harness down over my chest, adjusting it as he goes so one strap settles down the middle between my boobs, one rests straight across above my breasts, and one rests directly under the swell of my chest.
The harness crisscrosses similarly in the back, and Daddy reaches between my legs and pulls a final strap up over my diaper to buckle it at my tummy.
I’m panting as he spins me so my back is to him. He cinches the entire harness tighter, making me gasp as my tits are squeezed a bit, forcing them to protrude. The strap between my legs squishes my diaper up against my pussy.
There is a clicking noise behind me, and Daddy turns me around again.
I realize the sound I heard was him hooking a leash to the center of my back.
He examines the front, sticking his fingers under the straps in several places.
His knuckles graze my nipples several times, and by the time he’s satisfied, I’m a ball of arousal.
He chucks me under the chin and smiles. “There. Not sure why I didn’t put this on you when we arrived. I’m sure you feel much better now. I won’t lose you, and the restraints will help you relax.”
I look down and swallow. My mouth is dry. I’m thirsty, aroused, and I need to pee. Too many sensations.
Daddy seems to sense all of this because he pulls a bottle of juice from the backpack and settles me on his lap again.
I lean back in his hold and suck some of the warm juice down, trying to calm myself. When I’m satisfied, I hold the bottle against my chest and let Daddy rock me gently back and forth. I close my eyes and will my bladder to relax.
Finally, I blow out a breath and fill my diaper.
Daddy kisses my forehead when I’m done. “Good girl. Let’s find a changing station.
” He sets me on my feet and stands. With a firm grip on my leash, he points toward a changing station, and we start walking.
It’s awkward. I’m soaked. But I feel much better, and the harness is my new favorite part of this experience.