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By Kitty Angel · Posted
Everything's moving now… 121. My Anticipation I was singing along with the radio on the way home from work. Today was a good day, and I knew it was going to get even better. Tonight would be my opportunity to show Ffrances how much I loved her; and that I was learning to listen. It was only when I turned my head, or raised my left arm, that I had to remember my encounter with Mr Torrance. I knew his name wasn’t Luger now, after I’d double-checked all the messages the Naylors had sent when the boy had first started causing trouble. And I knew now that I shouldn't have reached out to him; but I wasn't going to beat myself up over things that were only clear in hindsight. I could try to pretend it hadn't happened, and once the bruises faded there would be nothing to tell me otherwise. In the circumstances, it was good that my Mistress wouldn't be caning me this evening. Even a little roughness would have made me wince or recoil, and then Ffrances would want to know how I’d gotten hurt. But tonight, we had something else in mind. The music quieted momentarily so that I could hear my phone ringing. It surprised me briefly, and then drew a yelp as I reached out to swipe the screen and momentarily forgot the state of my shoulder. I winced and took a little breath before swiping across the screen and making sure that it was on speaker. “Hey!” I said, and then realised that after being distracted by my injuries, I hadn’t thought to look who was calling me. “Hey, Gabby,” the voice didn’t give me any further clues. It seemed to be a man, and I was sure that the accent should have been familiar but I just couldn’t place it. “Just heard from my supplier, your order should be here for a week on Friday. I’m not supposed to notify people until it actually arrives, especially given the number of times certain publishers change delivery schedules at the last second. But in the circumstances…” I hesitated for a second, trying to work out what all the subtleties in that explanation could add up to, before I placed the clipped accent. “Isaac!” I answered, after a delay long enough that I might have felt a little embarrassed. “You got a Golden Ring for me?” “I will have. Hopefully. Sorry I didn’t come right out and say it, but well… I didn’t know if Ffrances might be somewhere to overhear. Don’t want to spoil the surprise, you know?” “Thanks. I wasn’t expecting it for another week; I guess that’s what they mean by unpredictable releases. Well, I think it’s going to be perfect. I’ve already got something big planned this week to show her how much I care. Things are just coming together to make this week perfect, you know? Thank you so much.” “I hope she appreciates it. They’ll probably be at the bottom of the delivery boxes. So I’ll call my regulars and let them know when I’ve actually seen the books. You’ll get maybe a day while the online communities go from having rumours that something has been released, to knowing that it’s out tomorrow. So if you’re lucky, you might be able to give it to her before she knows it’s out. I’ll tell the regulars, too, that there’s something supposed to be a surprise for a friend, and not to spoil the moment. Because they’ll probably read it the instant they get here, can’t even wait to get home. But still…” “Yeah, I’ll give it to her as soon as I got it. I’ll book somewhere swanky for lunch Friday, make some little excuse, then pick up the comic from you in the morning. Okay?” “You sound nervous,” he said. “You should do something to relax.” “Don’t worry, I will.” I yelped in pain again as I reached up to end the call. That was just one bad note in the symphony of today, and I was sure it wouldn’t last long. But I really hoped that it wouldn’t last long enough to impair my movements when it came to the actual proposal. I wanted every single thing to be perfect, and I told myself that maybe I’d even resort to affirmations and the power of positive thinking, for any slight difference it might make to my healing. When I got home, my fiancée was standing on the doorstep waiting for me. I wondered how long she had been waiting, or if she had just heard the car approach. This wasn’t the first time I’d come home to find her waiting for me like that; usually with a riding crop in her hand, or a look in her eyes that promised all manner of forbidden delights or new toys once we got inside. But this time was different; she wasn’t wearing a single piece of PVC or imitation leather that I could see, and if anything her outfit looked drab compared to the stylish suits she would have worn for work. It wasn’t quite what I had expected. But the biggest change was in her posture. Ffrances was nervous, and it just reminded me how different today was going to be. I’d seen her standing like that before. Once in my university dorm, and once standing right here. I’d seen her discomfort as a sign that she didn’t really want to do what we’d tentatively considered, and that she felt pressured to go through with it. Of course I had put my foot on the brake those times, because I didn’t ever want to make the woman I loved uncomfortable. But this time really was different. The bruise on my shoulder had made me think about that as well. I guessed that after a day or two I would probably not notice it, and I couldn’t wait for those days to pass. But sometimes, the things Ffrances had done to me took weeks to heal, and brought a guilty smile to my face every time I noticed the lingering sensation. That was the difference; it wasn’t how much it hurt, but if I wanted it. And when I thought back, I knew how nervous I always was when she decided to punish me for something. But even if I couldn’t stop myself cringing, drawing away from her touch, that had never meant I didn’t want it. I’d told myself that I understood that, and that our dynamic was perfectly in balance. It was only recently, when all manner of surprises had made me look at our relationship in more detail, that I realised I had been enforcing a double standard. “Good evening, babe,” I greeted her. “You look nervous.” “Maybe a little,” she mumbled, looking down at her hands. And I’d never seen her so downcast; sure she was going to be disappointed again. I couldn’t have that. I needed to show her that I could stick to my promises, and that I loved her more than anything else in the world. That I cared about her and her desires, not just getting my ass paddled or having my choices taken away. “You’re not dressed up, either,” I said. “I expected you to be here in some outfit that would shock the neighbours.” “They can’t see me over the trees. And I didn’t feel like dressing up today. Not like I need the costume, is it?” “I don’t know,” I said with a smirk. This had to be part of the plan, the scene that she was hoping for. I was flying blind now, I didn’t really know what kind of things she would like. But I knew enough things that we could try, and I was moderately confident in my ability to judge if she was enjoying herself. I’d even suggested that she sign up on FetishLibrary, and let her take a look over my reading list, so that she could let me know which of those stories might suit her own fantasies. I had all the clues I needed, than this was on me now. “I think you should be dressed up nice for me. This is a special day, after all.” “You make it sound like this will be the most wonderful day of my life.” “Maybe. But I hope that what I’ve got planned for next week will be even better. Think you can swing an extended lunch break Friday and join me at the Mercator?” “Now you’re making me curious. I thought today was going to be the high point of the week. Or is this lunch date an opportunity for me to reward or punish you for today? Maybe I should bring some toys along, and see how long you can keep your composure while I tease you in a public place?” “Not this time,” I said, already thinking about how much I would love that. But Friday was for me to propose to my fiancée, and I didn’t want to be distracted, or focused only on my own pleasure. My mind went through a dozen options of how to explain that; how I could say it was inappropriate and make it clear I didn’t want to be pushed on that one, without giving her a hint about what I was actually planning. But then I remembered what we had planned for today, and that I didn’t actually need to give her any kind of explanation. And as easy as it would have been to get sidetracked, I had to make my promises to her a priority. “And I think that’s not appropriate for you to be thinking about, missy. You need to be a good girl for me today, right? So let’s get upstairs, and I’ll pick out some more suitable clothes for you. And then I’ll think about whether you earned a spanking for talking about things which certainly aren’t age-appropriate.” Ffrances blushed and glanced down at her feet again, and I knew that her nerves were turning into excitement. She half skipped up the stairs, spoke quietly, and backed away nervously when I interrupted her. We went to the nursery; I had already asked Tess if we could use the room today, and I’m sure she had a rough guess of what I had in mind. So I opened up the closets in the far corner, where Tess had put most of the baby outfits I bought for her, and held them up one by one in front for Ffrances, as if trying to decide which would suit her the best. I’d never seen her blush so much, and she protested that she didn’t need to wear something so babyish, but there was no mistaking the width of her grin now. “Do you want to be a good girl for me?” I asked, as I debated between the pink romper and a fancy, iridescent dress of the kind traditionally bought by parents who want to push their kids into learning ballet. “Of course you do, you’re a good girl, aren’t you? You’re going to do whatever I ask today, and I know you’ll enjoy it. But do you want to give up trying to think all those big girl things, and just enjoy what I’ve got planned for you?” “Umm…” she mumbled, finally reaching the point where she was a little bit scared. Ready to give me control, not just playing along. I could tell that she was terrified; she’d never been so helpless before, because she’d never found anyone willing to do this for her before I came along. She was scared after so long thinking that we’d never get here; and she was nervous because she knew what a big milestone this was. Even though our interests were different, it was a feeling I knew well. And I knew that if the way she dominated me was anything to go by, she would want me to push her into doing what she really wanted. “Come on,” I said firmly. “Time to get changed. Do what you’re told for Auntie Gabby, and I might not have to give you a spanking after all.” I took her by the hand, and led her up the stairs to my room. I could tell that the nerves were already fading as she got used to letting me make the decisions. It was a very strange feeling for me, and I guessed it would be for her as well, but I knew this was what she had wanted. Once we got to my room, I carried on taking charge. I told her what to do, giving quick instructions and then praising her for each one she obeyed. I told her to put her arms up while I took off the faded hoodie she’d been wearing, and to stick out her legs while I pulled off her socks. I tried not to let myself get too aroused, because getting her naked wasn’t the objective. As soon as she was down to her underwear – something suitably innocent already – I helped her on with the dress I had chosen. She was taller than Tess, but most of these clothes were designed to fit all kinds of heights as long as they would fit around her waist and chest, so would fit either of them. I knew they’d already tried out some of the clothes in the closet, but they hadn’t told me about that so I had to show how happy I was when everything fitted her so well. “Such a cute little baby,” I said. “You look wonderful. Now, take off all those grown-up thoughts like a good little baby.” She nodded right away, and raised her hands to her mouth for a second. This was it, the moment of truth. And after the surprise that I was actually willing to push her, she nodded again. “I’m getting younger. I get to choose how little I am, and I’m four years old. Just getting littler.” -
To add one last comment. I think the part of trying to stop the girl using only my diaper, comes from something I picked up from Mighty Mouse when I was a child. I don't know what was going through my mind, but Mighty Mouse was always trying to stop something powerful and bad while he was tied up. And in this scene, he had to use his super powers to stop the train. I guess I thought, if he was not able to get out of the ropes, he would have to stop the train using his male -> thing ..lol And since he is Mighty Mouse, maybe he could. Again, it's complicated. But it rubbed off on me and left some kind of idea that carried over to my diaper thrills. Girl's making boys in diapers do impossible things. -
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By MegaMidget029 · Posted
For quite some time now, I have relied on wearing diapers and pull-ups, and I’ve discovered that whenever I wet them, rubbing the damp padding triggers an intense, incredibly pleasurable sensation that reliably leads to climax. -
By astrodiaper · Posted
Red Barron is on sale this week. Likely a supreme pizza for breakfast after going to the store.
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