Chapter 13
On Saturday morning, I started to tell James about the needle job but quickly realized that needle play is not one of his kinks, which was a first. I assured him I’d enjoyed myself and he took great pleasure in examining me as his ‘patient’ to check over all the tiny, barely there pinpricks that the needles had left and apply soothing antibacterial lotion to the ‘areas of interest’ before fucking me almost into Sunday to ensure my mind was back on him and far away from Hugh and our time together.
I’ve been in a bit of a playmate job haze and come down since Friday night but with two kids’ sports, and all the other things that happen on the weekends with the kids, it’s all a welcome distraction.
On Sunday I log onto the Playmate Portal and scroll to see the DDLG job is still there for Tuesday, and I click onto it and read the details
I am an ABDL Daddy looking for his next Little Girl to care for, nurture and play with. I want my little girl to wear what I dress her in, I want to bathe her, feed her and ensure her needs are met both physically and sexually.
Requirements: Little girl voice and fully immersive role play, hair free armpits and pussy.
Looking forward to meeting my little girl for a big cuddle and maybe some jelly after dinner if she’s very good.
Member 973
I don’t know what ABDL stands for but I think I can pull off being a little girl for an evening, I have had one after all albeit no longer that little anymore. I check with James that he doesn’t have plans and ask permission like a good girl before I click to apply.
Dear Member 973
I am a little girl in need of her big daddy to take care of me. I love lasagne, bedtime stories and ducks with bubbles in my baths. Most of all I love teddies, daddy cuddles, and jelly for dessert. Will you be my Daddy for an evening?
Hugs and Kisses,
Roxy
I check my emails and do a little bit of online shopping on my laptop for a while in front of the TV. Before I close my laptop to go to bed, I check on my job application and there is that one special word:
ACCEPTED
My routine is perfectly normal until Tuesday evening.
I drop the kids off at school, I go to work at the Clarendon then head to my office to continue the pack up for a few hours and then collect the kids from school before evening activities of soccer practise and singing lessons, dinner, tv and bed.
Sometimes I wonder where the time goes. Tonight, I’m relieved from after-school activity duties as I’ve got my DDLG job.
I said goodbye to James and the children this morning and told them Mummy had a business event in the city I’m waitressing for and I’ll see them in the morning.
I don’t have any clothes that remotely make me look like a child so instead I choose to arrive in a plain pair of jeans and a red sweater. It’s not too adult-like. I leave off my make up and make sure I’ve shaved in all the right places.
Frank pulls up outside my house at 6:15pm, I leave my empty house with a small overnight bag and climb into Frank’s car looking around to see if any neighbours are around. I haven’t bumped into one yet getting into Frank’s car but that just means I’m due any day now.
“Hi Frank,” I say chirpily as I settle in and place the eye mask across my eyes and fasten it at the back like usual.
“Hi Roxy, how are you?”
“I’m well Frank, how are you?”
“I’m all the better for seeing you, Roxy.”
“Frank, are you flirting with me?” I giggle.
“Absolutely not.” He chuckles. “My misses would spank my arse.”
“Frank!” I exclaim in mock horror. Chuckling to himself Frank slightly turns up his favourite radio station and pulls away. It seems Frank is warming to me over time. Interesting.
I know when we arrive because the car slows and turns down what I assume is a country track.
Bumping along in the back of the car, we do eventually come to a halt and Frank instructs me to remove my eye mask as usual.
Before I can look around at the house we have arrived at a large, bearded man wearing jeans and a plain t-shirt opens the door and fills my view. My mouth almost hangs open in surprise.
“Roxy sweetheart, here take Daddy’s hand and let’s get you settled in.
” I realise I am meant to use my little girl voice but I can’t bring myself to do it in front of Frank no matter how relaxed around me he is becoming.
He already knows the type of job I have taken, that is enough embarrassment from me.
I just nod, take the man’s giant hand and climb out with my bag.
The big man with a mop of brown hair and a brown beard takes hold of my bag and then holds my hand and starts to pull me along to his house which looks a lot like a country barn.
I actually feel like a little girl in comparison to him and my small feet walk twice the pace to try and keep up with his long strides. Swiftly we are through the front door and the man says to me, “Let me look at my little angel.”
I stand red faced staring up at him as he moves his delighted gaze over my face and body. “Welcome to your home for the night little one. I can’t wait to get started and take the very best care of you.”
This is it, now is the time to embrace the role or go home. Sucking in a deep breath, I put on my very best little girl’s voice and say in reply, “I’m so excited to be here Daddy.”
I know I’ve hit the mark as his rugged face morphs into a smile of delight that lights up his unusually attractive face.
I know I should expect the unexpected, but I genuinely thought he would look a lot like an older gentleman.
This man looks like he could be in his early forties at most. He has the height and width of a Daddy, that’s for sure.
Just a younger, prettier face than I was expecting.
“Let’s get you changed into your proper clothes and get you fed, I bet you’re hungry after your journey here.”
“Yes Daddy, my tummy is getting hungry,” I reply hoping I’m pulling off the best little girl I can be for him.
Daddy takes my hand and leads me up a staircase adjacent to the door. The hallway is white with panelling and light wood beams in the ceiling. It really is a quaint barn house inside.
Climbing the stairs together, Daddy leads me into a pink, nursery-looking room decorated with hand-painted delicate flowers and animals.
I almost stop dead in my tracks when I see a giant cot bed on one side of the room and a giant changing table on the other.
This had not quite been what I was expecting.
This is more serious Daddy/ little girl play than I anticipated.
“Ok my sweet little lemon blossom, let’s get you onto the change table.” Daddy picks me up as if I weigh nothing and pops my bottom on the edge. “Arms up young lady.” I obey and lift my arm as he pulls off my sweater, then my t-shirt and then my bra.
“Good girl sweet pea. Now lie back a bit further up the table so Daddy can take off your jeans.” Again, I do as he asks and shuffle back before lowering my back on the squishy adult-sized changing mat.
Daddy undoes my zip and pulls my jeans off me and then my panties.
It’s a very strange feeling to lie down on an adult changing table with a stranger and allow him to change me and see me so naked so quickly.
I know it should feel wrong, but I can’t help but follow along in the fantasy to see what he does next.
Everything about this situation is fascinating and nothing I’d ever considered in my whole life.
Daddy picks something up and lifts up my bottom and to my bewilderment he tapes the sides up on an adult diaper. “Daddy is going to take care of all your toilet needs, little one, so it’s important you use your diaper.”
I look on in horror as it dawns on me there was an important detail in the job description I hadn’t looked up—the ABDL acronym, maybe the D stands for diaper because this was not part of what Sophie described.
“Roxy is a big girl, she can use the potty,” I counter, hoping that helps alleviate the situation.
“Roxy is a little girl and still wears diapers,” replies Daddy sternly.
I bite my lip. I can’t speak back; this is what he wants.
Is this what I want? Can I wear an adult diaper and actually use it?
Surely this is pushing even my own limits.
Do I have any? Is peeing in an absorbent pad so bad? Oh god, can I really do this?
“I can see you need something to take your mind off getting ready,” says Daddy, who leans over and puts a large pacifier in my mouth. Oh dear lord, is this my limit? Have I reached the point of no return?
Wide eyed, I suck on the pacifier as Daddy pulls a pair of frilly bloomers up over my nappy.
He then pulls my arms to have me sitting up.
“Arms up,” he commands, and I do as he asks.
He pulls down a pink and white dress with a frilly white collar.
I watch him as he works on dressing me and I’m taken in by the delicate care he’s showing like a real Daddy.
The look on his face is one of care not desire.
I feel like I left the real world and entered into something completely alternative.
“Don’t you look a picture,” he says, looking at me with pure admiration.
Next, he pulls long white socks onto my feet up to my knees.
“Daddy needs to do your hair now. Let’s get you down to sit on that stool so Daddy can make your hair look pretty.
” Daddy then lifts me into the air and puts me down onto a pink velvet stool.
I watch as he picks up a brush and gently starts combing my hair before splitting it into two at the parting and tying pigtails on either side of my head.
It’s been a very long time since I wore pigtails, I think to myself.