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    Whatever Comes To Mind

    Taken from the dark age play compilation: Gratification: Volume Three, here is a little story about reading signs, about following instincts and doing … whatever comes to mind. ------------------------------- Whatever Comes To Mind Monday, 11:30pm Maria walked quickly through the brisk night air. Though it was late April, the night time could still dip the temperatures low. But she thought the short walk from her house to Annie Bailey’s Pub wouldn’t be so bad, despite the fact that she really wasn’t wearing very much at all. She was wrong about this. With any luck, the bartender there would give her a lift home. He always flirted with her when she stopped in and admittedly, she egged the flirting on. He was a studly guy, not a muscle-bound gorilla but definitely handsome and his voice always had the ability to make her wet. Needless to say, Maria had more than just a little crush on him. Her skimpy outfit was designed to catch his attention the very moment she walked into the pub. Keeping her arms folded tightly in front of her hardened nipples, she picked up the pace of her strides. But this only froze her legs that much more. Short skirts were fun and sexy. But they did little to keep warmth in. None of this would matter though, once she got inside the pub. And she couldn’t have gotten to that front door too soon, opening it and stepping inside. Shutting the door and standing there for a moment, she closed her eyes and basked in the warmth of the bar room. It felt like a warm bath on her chilly frame. Then, opening her eyes, she was surprised to see how dead the pub was. It was a Monday night. Wasn’t there baseball or something on TV that always brought jersey-wearing guys out? Looking over to the bar, she saw her man crush. Heath was his name and she could feel the first little tingles between legs, along with those wonderful butterflies in her tummy as she took graceful steps over towards him. He was rearranging liquor bottles on the display shelf, but he saw her approaching in the mirror on the wall. Smiling handsomely, he turned around - Maria getting to the bar and grabbing the edge of it just in time to prevent her knees from going weak and making her collapse to the floor. He had this most amazing ability to throw her off balance with a simple gaze in her direction. Taking a seat, she put her purse on the bar and smiled suggestively at him. The flirting between them would begin almost immediately, save for one question that was currently puzzling her. “Where are all the baseball fans?” she asked, crossing her legs and leaning forward to give Heath a better view of her cleavage. Maria was wearing a white, low cut top and a playful short skirt with a bit of flowy nature to it. She had worn her brunette hair down but tucked her locks behind her ears. Heath once told her that he absolutely loved long hair on a female and he wished they would never cut it beyond split-end trimmings. Her hair had been long for years and she had no intentions of cutting it short, not so long as it kept getting her such attention from him. Her make-up was designed to accentuate her eyes, putting eye liner on her top lid as well as her bottom. Heath once told her eye liner was the most make-up of all because it brought everything else together … mascara, eye shadow, brow color, the whole works. She had perfected the feminine wiles he enjoyed the most. “The baseball crowd? They went home a half hour ago,” Heath explained while making her a Sex On The Beach - a fruity but strong drink. “The game wasn’t very good tonight. So, they split a bit early.” He set her drink in front of her, having made it in a snifter glass - the shape of which always reminding Maria of a boob. Hence, she called it the boobie glass. Sipping from the little black straw in the drink, she eyed up Heath’s backside as he turned back to the liquor shelves and kept straightening the bottles. He was a good-looking guy, not too skinny like a twig but also not so heavy as to have love handles that hung out over his belt. And he wore clothing that complimented his body shape … all six feet of him. Maria only stood 5’ 5”. So, a taller guy was always attractive to her. Even with heels, she felt short around a taller guy … little even. “Maria, you always come in here and you tell me about your day, but you never tell me about you,” Heath said, turning back to face her and beginning to wash the glasses under the bar. “Why is that?” “I’m shy,” Maria said playfully, sipping a bit more of her drink. “Well, I think you should drink that straight down so I can make you another,” Heath said with a devilish grin. “Why? So you can take advantage of me tonight?” Maria asked with an equally devilish grin. “I have wanted to take you home with me for the longest time,” he admitted, being playful but also being honest. “And what would we do when we got home to your place?” Maria asked, egging on the flirtation as she then sipped from her drink. “Whatever comes to mind,” he said cryptically. “So tell me what comes to mind,” Maria said, reaching to her waist and pulling down the front of her low cut shirt just a bit more to allow a greater amount of her cleavage to be revealed. “Just so you’re aware, I’m keen to what you’re trying to do,” Heath said, raising an eyebrow at her. “And it won’t work.” “Oh, really?” Maria sassed back playfully. “Tell me what it is you think I’m trying to do and why you believe it won’t work, Bar Man.” “You have safely redirected the topic of discussion away from yourself, as usual. Tell me about yourself,” Heath said, playfully jousting back as he looked down at her outfit. “… Schoolgirl.” Maria smiled knowingly, wrinkling up her lips as she had indeed been caught in a misdirect. But she had known him long enough at this point to tell him a little about who she was. She certainly wanted the guy she dreamed of sleeping with to know who she was before she found herself in the middle of his bed, staring up at the ceiling and arching her back towards a forthcoming summit. “Okay,” she said, then sipping the rest of her drink straight down and sliding the glass over to him to refill. “I am a Catholic girl who hasn’t been to church in a long time. I am a regional coordinator for The Spina Bifida Foundation. I am an only child. I blaze my own path in life and I’ve never gone home with a guy from a bar before.” “Well, there’s a first time for everything,” Heath suggested, sliding another Sex On The Beach in front of her. “Oh, don’t get me wrong, Heath,” Maria said, leaning in towards him. “I am very much in favor of wearing your clothing at breakfast.” “Now you’re talkin’,” Heath said with his deep timbre, Maria all-but shuddering at the sounds of his low tone. “I’ve always liked the bad boys and I’ve always refused to believe that bad boys were poor marriage material,” Maria said with a growing lust in her irises. “But sometimes, to get a bad boy’s attention, a girl needs to be a little naughty.” “Naughty girls get spanked,” Heath flirted, keeping his voice low. “If they get spanked, they deserved it,” Maria flirted back. “Tell me something that’s a secret about you. Something that your appearance and demeanor would never reveal.” “I am a sucker for a submissive girl,” Heath answered with no hesitation at all. “Now, you tell a secret.” “When handsome guys flirt with me, they get me wet,” Maria admitted. “I used to be embarrassed by this, but now I welcome it.” “So, you have extra panties in your purse?” he asked with a grin. “Nope. No spare panties in my purse,” Maria said, patting her purse on the bar. “Your turn. Tell another secret.” “Hmm,” he said, thinking about it for a second. “I love girls who are confident but who aren’t femi-Nazis about life.” “Do you want to get married someday?” Maria asked. “Yes. But I don’t want to have kids,” Heath answered quickly. “Why not?” Maria asked, raising an eyebrow at him. “I waited a bit too late in life for that. Becoming a father now would mean my kids would be graduating college when I’m getting ready to retire,” Heath answered with honesty, pouring himself a ginger ale and adding raspberry syrup to it. “Besides, I’m an uncle. And I’ve got plenty of interaction that way. How about you? Marriage? Kids?” “Marriage, yes. Kids, no,” Maria answered, just as quickly and confidently as he had answered. “Why not?” he asked, sipping from his drink. “I’m not able to have kids. It was the result of a car accident I was in when I was young,” Maria answered with honesty. “So, wanting to have kids would only upset me. But I still have baby fever.” “And how do you handle that?” Heath asked, detecting the subject wasn’t something that seemed to upset her and pressing forward with it. “I baby myself,” she answered with a laugh, then sipping her drink. “Yeah? Teddy bears? Hair bows? That sort of thing?” Heath asked, Maria nodding and taking down the rest of her drink. “Yep,” she answered, sliding the empty glass over to him, Heath washing it in the sink. “Nighties, pacifiers, baby clothes … diapers.” “Really?” Heath asked with wide eyes. “Yep ………. and no, I’m not wearing a diaper right now,” Maria said before he asked. “I’m wearing panties.” “Are they wet?” Heath asked with a raised eyebrow. “Soaked,” she answered with flirtatious suggestion. “That’s naughty,” he flirted back, leaning in towards. “Then I guess I need a spanking,” Maria whispered to him. “Well … I need to go back into the cooler to inventory the beer,” Heath whispered to her. “How about you come back with me? And I’ll warm your backside … provided you don’t heat up the beer for being such a hot little thing.” Maria smiled and picked up her purse, getting off the stool and walking around behind the bar. Oh, my. He was so tall. “Good girl,” he said, pointing in the direction of the back and playfully patting her bottom through the back of her short skirt. Heath led her into the cooler, picking up the reordering clipboard and handing it to her. The cooler was definitely that … cool. But it wasn’t nearly as bad as the chilliness outside. “Okay,” he said, looking at the racks of booze. “We will need to order more ….. Coors, Coors Light, Yuengling, Guinness, Boston Lager, a keg of Budweiser, a keg of Pabst’s Blue Ribbon … and also Corona and Corona Light. Did you get all those?” “Got ‘em,” Maria said, putting the pen on the clipboard and handing it back to him. “But I don’t wanna be too good of a girl right now.” “Don’t you worry, Little Miss Catholic Schoolgirl,” Heath said with a deep timbre as they walked out of the cooler and headed towards the office. “I won’t let that happen.” The manager’s office was directly behind the bar room, a tiny little closet-like space with a cluttered desk and a stone-aged desktop computer … so old that it still used a tower. Shutting the door, he locked it and then walked over to the swivel chair - taking a seat it in and looking up at her with a smile. Maria lowered her chin, shyly. “Show me why you need to be spanked,” he said, relaxing in the chair and getting ready to enjoy the show. Standing with her legs together, her shoulders shrunken and her chin kept lowered, Maria reached down to the lower hem of the front of her skirt and lifted it up - revealing the wet spot on the front of her red satin panties. The wetness was a straight vertical line down the middle with a cute little spot right at the bottom where she dripped from her perineum. Oh, did she blush the shade of her panties, mortified - not just that this hunky crush of hers was seeing what a mess she had made of herself, but also because she had welcomed all of this with flirts. “Now take your top off,” Heath said, Maria submissively taking her white top off to reveal her matching red satin bra. “You really are a hot little number, aren’t you? But hotness or not, you won’t be able to tell your panties from your bottom when I’m done with you.” That comment alone made her drip again. She never truly understood why the mere thought of having a hand taken to her bottom was such an arousing one. But it seemed superfluous to waste time trying to figure it out … time that could better be spent building up the anticipation of what was to come. Pain was evident, pleasure to follow. Heath stood up and Maria released the lower hem from her fingertips, the front of her skirt falling back down as she folded her forearms in front of her abdomen - trying to find a place to keep them out of the way. Standing behind her, he reached around and gripped her red satin cups - then pulling them down … her breasts falling out of the bra. His hands, oh, his huge hands groped her - his thumbs and pointer fingers pinching and rolling her nipples around at his fingertips. She fidgeted and fussed just the slightest bit at the pinches, but she really didn’t want him to stop doing anything. He was working on her mind as well as her body and another well-placed comment would set more in motion. “You are a naughty girl and you do need a spanking,” he said, releasing his gropes and turn her to face him - placing two fingers under her chin and raising her eyes to gaze up at him. “And if I’m spanking you, then that makes me your Daddy, doesn’t it?” “Yes …,” she said softly, looking up at him lustfully. “… Daddy.” She could feel another little tingle at her center and another little drip adding itself to the wet spot on her red satin panties. She was mesmerized by the moment, by what he was doing to her, by what he was saying to her and by his scent - a mixture of his cologne, the detergent in his clothing and his sweat from having worked. “Take my belt off,” he said with a deep timbre, Maria reaching down to his waist and fumbling with the buckle but getting it apart - sliding the belt out of his pants loops, then holding the belt and lifting it up to him. “Good girl. But you’re still naughty in my eyes. And you still need a bit of correction, don’t you?” “Yes, Daddy,” she whispered almost inaudibly as he took the leather belt from its offering on her open hands. “Now slide those wet panties down your legs and step out of them,” he said with a controlled growl, taking a step back and watching. Maria reached under her skirt and up to her waist line, bending over and pulling down the waist band of her red satin panties. Heath watched from just a step away, folding his leather belt in half and holding it on either side to then crack the belt a few times. She rolled the panties down her legs, slowly as to give him a visual sight he would enjoy. Stepping out of the panties and picking them up, she stood up straight - preparing to hand the panties to him. But the moment she stood up, he pulled her close to him - his left hand indeed taking the panties from her, but his right hand going under the front of her skirt and onto the smoothness between her legs. When she took a shower before making the brisk walk to the pub, she shaved herself to silky smoothness everywhere in the hope that his hands just might make their way down under her skirt. She had lost track of how many times in her life she had made that preparation, only to be disappointed by a lack of result. But, for some reason, she knew she would get lucky with him that night. Call it female instinct. He felt her wetness and the swell of her outer lips, his palm sliding up and down her labium with ease. Doing her best not to show too much reaction to his touch, Maria kept her eyes to the floor - tightening her lips and concentrating on keeping her breathing steady and even. She knew that her emotions and her thresholds were about to be pushed beyond their limits. So, there was no sense in exhausting herself prior. Tucking her red satin panties into his left pants pocket, Heath turned her to face towards the desk. Pushing the clutter out of the way, he then made her take a small step backwards before bending her forward at the waist. Instinctively, she put her hands out - her palms going flat as they landed on the top of the desk. Then he flipped up the back of her skirt and began tapping the insides of her thighs with the folded leather belt, Maria shuffling her feet further apart and widening her stance until he was satisfied with her position. He stepped behind her and there she remained - the room going silent, the satellite radio music in the bar room seeming louder and clearer than before. It was then she realized that no one was going to hear anything that happened back in that little office. Her heart began to pound heavily in her chest. Her breathing picked up, but still was kept by her tightened lips and conscious control. Then the sound of leather cracking rang in her ear drums, over and over and over again as Heath cracked the belt in his hands. With a widened stance, she had trouble locking her knees and this would likely be the case throughout everything that was about to happen to her. He had smartly taken away one of her defenses. “I think ten smacks will be adequate for this offense of wet panties, don’t you?” Heath asked, cracking his leather belt again. “Yes, Daddy,” Maria said softly, swallowing a lump in her throat while trying to keep the heavily-pounding heart in her chest from rushing too much blood into her head and making her dizzy. “So, you will count every one of these and then you’ll thank me for it,” Heath said, stepping to her left and placing his left hand on her lower lumbar to hold the back of her skirt up and out of the way. “Yes, Daddy,” she said with a shakier and more whispered tone than before as she braced herself for the forthcoming first strike. CRACK! The leather belt connected with her bottom, squarely across both bottom cheeks - the reverberation in that little office being quick but still loud as the sound echoed everywhere. It was postceded by the same preceding swish of air his arm made when swinging. But the first strike really didn’t hurt very much, though it was delivered with a lot of muscle strength. It jolted her and she clenched her bottom cheeks for a moment, feeling more shock from it than anything else. “One,” she said softly. “Thank you, Daddy.” CRACK!! The second strike landed, the belt having audibly sliced through the air and landed across bottom cheeks again. But this time, they landed on the lower half of her cheeks. She seized up for a moment, closing her lips tightly to prevent from squealing as this second offering was twice as powerful as the first. It left a slight sting on her skin and added in with the growing discomfort from the first strike, she began processing a lot of sensations simultaneously. “Two. Thank you, Daddy,” she said, dealing with the sudden distraction of being a switchboard for nerve-endings. CRACK!!! A third strike landed across her bottom cheeks, but this time, across the top. He was making an American flag out of her backside. The sounds echoed in the room as did her gasp for air from the sting. There were no new areas left for him to strike and she knew that the next time that belt sliced through the air, it would deliver the first offering that would travel inward. Her skin had been affected, but now the meat underneath was the focal target. “Three,” she said, staring down at the cluttered desk and breathing a bit more heavily as her mind had already decided that this spanking was about to go up to a whole new level of discomfort. CRACK!!!! Strike four landed squarely across the center of her cheeks, his wrist turning as he connected - then pulling the belt back quickly and allowing the sting to indeed travel inward. This produced her first whimper as she closed her eyes and did all she could to mentally displace the pain … to little avail. She hated the fact that she was right, for as much as she loved it at the same time - a bit of opposite confusion added into the present mix. “Four,” she said with a shaky tone, then pausing to collect herself before finishing the statement. “Thank you, Daddy.” CRACK!!!!! The belt landed across the center of her bottom cheeks again, Maria seizing up again and rising up on her curled toes as she fought the pain and a sting that seemed to not want to lessen. It felt like she was stuck in that single moment when a bee sting was at its affected worst. It was a seemingly never-ending bite of pain. “Five. Thank you, Daddy,” she said with the first vocal signs of weeping - a weeping that would grow worse quickly. CRACK!!!!!! The belt landed across the center of her bottom cheeks yet again and she clenched her lips shut, closing her eyes and beginning to breath heavily through her nostrils. Gritting her teeth, she tried not to break down. But the pain was far too intense. And the sting had traveled so deeply into her meat that she could feel a pulsing throb from it. She wouldn’t be able to hold out through all ten, not without giving up and showing the strength of her weaknesses. “Six. Thank you, Daddy,” she said, sniffling repeatedly. CRACK, CRACK!!!!!!! Two strikes landed, one to the top half of her bottom cheeks and the other to the lower half of her bottom cheeks - the second landing quickly in succession of the first. Her entire body tensed up, but her wide stance prevented her from locking her knees. If she had been able to do that, she could have tightened her leg muscles enough to withstand the primary shocks. Tightening might have proven worse for her down the road, but it would have helped with the initial. “Seven. Eight. Thank you, Daddy,” she said, barely capable of making any sound at all at this point - other than crying like a baby. She shook all over, her mind trying to escape the overload of the moment. But with a constant influx of messages being sent from her nerve-endings, she found herself helplessly being thrusted back into the present … repeatedly with each excruciatingly painful pulse. CRACK!!!!!!!!! The belt landed again, right across that same center stripe of her bottom cheeks. She had to be welted and swollen on that stripe. There was no way she wasn’t in that condition. She was sure of it, though she couldn’t look back over her shoulder or turn around to see … at least not without serious consequence for having done so. And besides, she was too busy crying to do anything else - her tears having begun to stream down her cheeks … the ones on her face, this time. “Nine,” she verbalized through her sobs. “Thank you, Daddy.” CRACK!!!!!!!!!! The final strike landed on the lower half of her bottom. However, the pain instantly lessened within her. Though that final strike hurt, it wasn’t nearly as bad because she knew there would be no more to follow it. She had somehow survived the ten smacks for having been a naughty girl. And she had indeed won the attention of a bad boy. Though it took an extreme amount of effort on her part, she had done it. So, when Heath stood her up and turned her to face him, she knew exactly what to say. “Ten. Thank you, Daddy,” she said with breathy exhaustion. “Now you’re a good girl,’ he said, picking her up in his arms and taking a seat on the swivel chair - Maria smashing the front of her body against him to take in a nose-full of his scent but also to keep her bottom in the cool, free air. It had a wonderful numbing effect. Though there was still pain, it was nothing like what she had just felt. And the fact that he was not only willing to sit there and care for her as she pulled her emotions back together but also be the primary aid in her recovery meant more to her than anything else in the world. He wasn’t the guy who spanked her. She didn’t see him that way. Instead, he was the guy who kept her honest and kept his word and saw her punishment through - albeit a playful game. But the sentiment was no game at all, not to her … and obviously, not to him either. Her red satin panties weren’t coming out of his left pants pocket and she knew it. They now belonged to him and she was quite happy with that fact. Besides, she had made them wet. He wasn’t going to allow her to put them back on. So, she pointed to her purse on the near end of the cluttered desk. Heath picked up the purse and opened it, smiling as he saw the diaper she had rolled up and put inside it. It was only a generic disposable, not really intended to withstand any heavy use. But that really didn’t matter. Standing her back up and putting her back in the position she kept while being spanked, he unfolded the diaper and placed the back waist line of it to her lower lumbar. Pressing his center against the back of her body, he held the diaper in place as he folded the front of it up and in place - opening the tapes and fastening them loosely at her hips. She could tell that air flow would be able to pass through the diaper. This would be helpful, given that her bottom was enflamed. And without the seasoning of baby powder that would have been the same as pouring salt in a wound, there would be some comfort. But the greatest comfort would have been knowing whether or not the diaper stuck out below the back hem of her short skirt. Some insecurities would always remain. Turning her to face him, he put her breasts back inside the red satin bra and slipped her back into her low-cut white top. She took a few moments to put herself back together, fluffing and primping herself before looking in the little mirror by the office door. He picked up the clipboard of beer reorders and turned to her, wiping the tears from her face before leading her back out into the main bar room. It was so warm out there, the remnant of quite a few bodies having been in there that night. She could feel the diaper moving somewhat freely with each step she took, given how loosely he had taped it onto her. And though the sound of amplified music filled the pub, she still heard the crinkling of her diaper. Glancing back quickly, she indeed saw just a bit of it peeking out from under the back of her short skirt. Not wanting anyone to see it, she took a seat once again on the very same stool she used before. And the moment she sat down, her eyes grew big and wide as she bit into her lower lip to prevent from crying in pain. Very carefully, she stood back up and went to the end of the bar, just a few steps away. She would be fine with standing for the rest of the night because sitting wasn’t a very comfortable thing for her to do. Heath went back behind the bar, continuing to clean up. That was the moment when the owner of the bar walked over to them. “Hello, Maria,” Rick, the owner of the bar, said - walking up to her and giving her a hug. “Hi, Rick. How’s Glenn?” Maria asked cheerfully, hugging him back, but keeping him in front of her - for fear that he might catch sight of her peeking diaper. “Glenn is good. We’re both excited,” Rick answered, Heath having already made his boss’s favorite drink. “There ya go, Sir,” Heath said, setting the drink in front of him. “I see no Sir anywhere around me,” Rick joked, then picking up the drink and taking an enormous swig of it. “Ah, yes. There’s nothing like a red-headed slut going down a parched throat.” Maria started to smile and then she laughed. “It’s okay, Maria. You can say it,” Rick said with a big grin. “Glenn is a ginger, right?” Maria asked. “Yep. And he’s my slut, too,” Rick replied. “In a few short months, he will be all mine forever.” “Yeah. When is the wedding?” Heath asked. “July 15th,” Rick answered. “We haven’t sent the invitations out yet, but I want both of you to be there. I can’t imagine it will be as big as your wedding was, though.” Maria and Heath look at each other, smiling brightly. “Yeah, I kinda invited everyone I knew to our wedding,” Maria confessed, reaching out and taking Heath’s left hand to play with his wedding ring. “But I got lucky when I married this guy. I knew every day of our marriage would feel like the first day we met … only better.” “Heath, I’ll close up the bar tonight,” Rick said. “Why don’t you two head home? It looks like your little lady is quite affectionate right now. I always know what’s on Glenn’s mind when he gets that way.” “Thanks, boss,” Heath said, walking around the bar and heading out with Maria on his arm. Keeping herself smashed against his side, she crinkled with each step - her sore bottom brushing against the inner softness of her diaper. “I walked here,” she admitted, feeling quite affectionate. “It’s a chilly night, Princess,” he said, unlocking his car and opening the passenger’s side door for her to get in. “I know, but I knew that if I got here, you would warm me up,” Maria said, pecking his lips and then getting into the car. Oh, yes. Life was good. And for three years of marriage, life had been even better than that. Right from the moment they first met, they effortlessly assumed their roles of dominant and submissive. But they initially did so in a very vanilla manner. He was so open and willing to explore anything with her that she felt quite comfortable in revealing her kinky nature to him. Because of this, their lives together had become quite Neapolitan in flavor, but she didn’t add the chocolate and strawberry all at once. She never inundated him with anything. Instead, she gave him kinky things to look up and to research. Then she waited for him to start asking questions. When he did, she explained what that particular kinky thing meant to her and how it made her feel. After his curiosity peeked, he aggressively suggested they try some of these things out. And try them out they certainly did. But he never let the power go to his head and she never took his willingness for granted. This was the most important bit of their evolution together. That, and a mutual need for balance in life. There would always be such a truth as too much of a good thing. So the trick was always: how to avoid too much. “Oh! I forgot to tell you I have tomorrow off!” Maria said with excitement, Heath smiling brightly as he started the car. “And tomorrow night is my night off at the bar,” he said, devilishly raising an eyebrow. “So, we have a whole day to do …” “… whatever comes to mind,” Maria said, completing his thought. “Ya got that right, BabyGirl,” Heath said, slamming on the gas as they sped off into the night. “And that’s exactly what we’re gonna do … whatever comes to mind.”
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    The Greatest Tease of All

    Taken from the sexually-charged ABDL Ebook: The BabySitter Crush, here is a little story about teasing. In fact, it is the greatest tease of all … for him. (Note: This ain’t no Daddy/BabyGirl story.) --------------- The Greatest Tease of All - Shutting the shower water off and stepping out of the tub, he reached for the towel and began to dry himself off, looking in the foggy bathroom mirror and still wrapping his head around everything he was thinking about. Putting the towel on the towel bar to dry, he turned back around to realize that he didn’t have any clothing to put on. Seeing the sweaty t-shirt and semi-wet diaper, he contemplated putting them back on. But instead, he wrapped the towel around his waist, intending to walk across the hallway and over into the guest bedroom. Krissy had certainly put his bag of clothing in there. He would simply apologize and excuse himself into the guest bedroom, if she saw him in the towel. Opening the bathroom door and walking out into the hallway, he turned to walk into the guest bedroom. “Joey, come here,” Krissy said from the upstairs living room. Joey turned around and saw her sitting on the living room floor, summoning him with her right pointer finger to walk over to her. And when he did walk over to her, his knees almost gave way at what he saw. “Come all the way over here, Joey,” Krissy said with sweetness in her voice, tapping a spot directly in front of her on the living rug room. Joe took slow steps towards her, his heart pounding so heavily that it made him a bit dizzy from the rush of blood suddenly coursing throughout his body. And though she had pushed the coffee table back to get it out of the way, his eyes remained locked on what he saw sitting on that coffee table … several items, to be exact about it. “It’s okay, Joey. Just be a good boy and listen to K’issy,” she said with a sweet whisper, not wanting any sounds to be too loud as she set the mood for him. “That’s a good boy. That’s my good little Joey.” Her voice sounded so inviting that he couldn’t help but feel relaxed, like he was following a siren’s sweet song. Having made it over to her, he now stood in front of her, Krissy getting up on her knees. And though she was in the lower position, she had all the power - his mind and his very being wrapped around her pinkie finger. She knew it and so did he. And the mind game was on. “Keep being a good boy for me,” Krissy said, reaching up to his front and undoing the fold of the towel wrapped around his waist. Peeling back the towel, she sucked in her lips to hide her smile. Joe was already partially-stimulated by then. He was becoming even more so by the second and she was in the right mood to give him the greatest tease of all - one that would own him, from that point forward. “Did you wash yourself everywhere?” Krissy teased, taking the towel in her hands and reaching back between his legs - Joe nodding while locking his knees. “And did you dry yourself everywhere?” “Yes,” Joe managed to get out with a shaky voice. “Let me check,” Krissy said with an almost song-like quality to her voice as she reached up behind him and drew the towel down between his bottom cheeks, then drying his underside before moving to his front. “Hmm. You missed a few drops, Joey. But it’s okay. You did well.” Using the towel, she cupped his endowment with her hands, gently drying all of its length and accessories. Tightening the muscles in his legs, he tried to keep his balance, but was swooning for obvious reason. And when she was done drying him, he was much more engaged. “There. Much better. Now K’issy has your full attention,” she said with syrupy-thick sweetness while tapping the rug again. “Lay down.” Bending his knees slowly, he laid down on the rug - moving with an unhurried pace as to not topple down from overwhelm. It was strange that he felt confusion, perhaps even trepidation about doing this. But then again, there was a learning process in getting from the fantasies just being in his mind to the fantasies now actually happening. “It’s okay, Joey. K’issy is right here for you,” she said with whispered sweetness as she ran her left hand up and down his torso. “Everything’s going to be okay. Just relax yourself.” But how could he relax? The Empire State building would have been jealous of him, just then. And did he even want to relax? This was the fantasy he always wanted! And it was happening with K’issy! She put her right hand behind his knees and her left hand on the front of his ankles, bending his legs and lifting them up. He was putty in her fingertips. She could have twisted his legs into a pretzel and he wouldn’t have complained. Inundation had mellowed into a numbing acceptance in his mind. But there was more to come, no pun intended. “Someone did a wonderful job of painting,” Krissy said, reaching for the diaper on the coffee table and picking it up. “And someone made me very happy. K’issy isn’t every gonna forget that.” Still with his legs in the air and his arms resting limply at his sides, he saw the tears in her eyes - a deep-rooted reaction about her losses finally rising to the surfaces of her emotions. Unfolding the diaper, she smiled down at him through her those tears. Placing the diaper flat on the rug and sliding it up underneath him, she lifted his bottom ever-so-slightly. Running her left hand across both of his smooth bottom cheeks, she smiled warmly at him. And he gushed. Oh, did he gush. Years ago, a diaper change from her was to the point and for practical purposes. Now, she was taking her time with it. Now it meant something to her. And he was learning the reason why. But he couldn’t put to words what it meant to him. Luckily, he didn’t have to. Then, she reached for the little container of baby powder - sitting on the coffee table. She had raided his bag of clothing while he was in the shower, having found his travel stash of baby stuff. What else had she taken from his bag? What else was going to happen to him this week? His reaction to all of this was becoming even more obvious. But Krissy was now paying no attention to it, another bit of teasing that would keep unraveling him - softening his outer shell, but not his hormones. With his legs-n-bottom raised in the air, and while being completely naked in front of her, Joe felt more than just a little vulnerable. And he would have had it no other way. But it was when she poured a liberal amount of the baby powder into her left palm, with that sweet scent permeating the air around him, that Joe finally began to dip into regression. Though with a resemblance of wits about him, it was obvious his mind was beginning to slowly spin inside his head. And Krissy nurtured this forward. “Good boy,” she said with a super-breathy whisper as her left palm touched his bottom cheeks, caressing the powder across evenly. “What a good little boy you’re being for me, Joey.” The sweet scent, along with the silky and cool feeling of the powder as well as the sound of her maternal voice coupled together with the tingling sensation he felt all over his body, the stiffness he couldn’t avoid having and the ever-increasing mindset of regression. He was a time bomb in a great many ways, just then. Oh, her gentle, gentle hand felt so good and she was being so nice to him - so very, very nice. He closed his eyes for a few seconds, then quickly re-opening them when the dizziness became too much. He gasped from the Heavenly sensations she was placing on his bottom and then exhaled with a small bit of timbred-elation. Then his eyes rolled up in his head as he started all over again. Krissy watched his all-encompassing displays of pleasured happiness, keeping her pace very slow and getting herself into no hurry at all. She had a sense of pride and purpose in giving him such wonderful care he would let his guard down and submit to her. She would gladly do that for him, after what he had already done for her. “There ya go,” she whispered sweetly, bring his freshly-powdered bottom down into the softened nestle of the back of the diaper. It was one of his thicker diapers, the all-white kind he would wear to bed at night or if he knew he wouldn’t be able to change himself for a while. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply again, his exhale being cut off, however, by the entrance of his pacifier into his mouth. Oh, my. Krissy was good at this. She was very good indeed. Lowering his legs back to the rug and parting his thighs widely, she finally looked down between his legs, taking notice to his stimulation. “Aww,” she cooed lovingly, picking up the baby bottle and gently sprinkling powder on his front - from hip to hip. “Does someone have a little stiffy? It’s just the cutest little thing I’ve ever seen.” The sweetness of her tone, along with the meaning of her words, turned him to mush but kept his stiffness at attention. And the more rigid he became, the cuter she gushed at his endowment - speaking of it as if it was very tiny. It was an emotional drug he became addicted to. As she trailed the sprinkles of baby powder further down his front, Joe did all he could to keep from fidgeting. However, each moment was becoming so intense for him that he finally had to turn his head to the side to find a visual distraction. But the front of the sofa was boring to look at. So, he looked up at the ceiling above, nursing on his pacifier and trying not to become overwhelmed with this glorious experience, the culmination of every dream he had ever had. She trickled the baby powder closer and closer to his Eiffel tower condition. But it was like Chinese water torture, waiting for it to finally reach that one place on his body that might make him skyrocket. Until then, he would be happily swept away in a dream-like state, becoming saturated with a fantasy sudden gone real. As the trickles of powder reached his sensitive area, he tightened his center in preparation for it. The silky coolness coated his endowment and everything else. Sinking his teeth into the silicone nipple of his pacifier, he lifted his head - gazing up at Krissy with helplessness in his eyes that would have made a puppy dog jealous. His long-ago babysitter had become the present of such, again. And, once more, Joe had a crush on her - except this time, for much different reasons. “Shh, shh, shh. Shhh,” Krissy lovingly shushed him, her hands cupping everything between his legs as she caressed the powder out with her thumbs - Joe putting his head back down and closing his eyes before they rolled up into his brain. “That’s a good boy.” Oh, my. Her voice rang in his ears like the sweetest sound he had ever heard in his life. And her hands knew exactly where to touch him, how to touch him and how long to stay on his most sensitive spots - then moving to another spot before his stiffness gave way to eruption. It was the edge of ecstasy, Joe most willingly teetering on it. Watching him lose all sense of composure, Krissy picked up the container of baby powder again and clenched his rock-hard shaft while sprinkling more powder on it. He gasped so deeply that his rib cage expanded, pinning his shoulders to the rug as she caressed the powder down his length. She was a Goddess, a golden gem sent to him from the fates years ago so he could arrive at this very moment with her. It was as plain and as simply explained as that. “It’s soooo cute, Joey,” she said with sweet whispered tease, coating him with more and more powder and then placing his shaft to point upward - Joe beginning to drool from the corners of his mouth, despite the fact that he had a pacifier between his lips. “And if you keep being such a good boy, there’s no telling what this week will hold for you,” she said, drawing the front of his diaper up. He was gone, complete regressed at that point and happily lost in a state of mind he had dreamed about but had never been in before. If he hadn’t been so regressed, he might well have thrown a tantrum-leveled fit just then. Any guy would have, if in that position - aroused to new heights and then denied the gratification. But Joe? He was her captive and would abide as such with no complaints. It all felt good to him. Allowing the elastic gathers of the diaper to stretch tightly against the soft skin at the tops of his inner thighs, Krissy took one last look at his stiffness for now before waving goodbye to it. “Bye bye for now, cute little fella,” Krissy cooed as she brought the front of his diaper up and into place - Joe fighting shiny object syndrome as the intensity of the moment demanded a distraction. Though fastening the tapes tightly at his hips, she allowed a little slack to the front of his diaper - giving his endowment some room and some consideration. He never would have thought to ask for that. Sliding her forearms behind his back, she sat him up and embraced him, her weakened little boy - her putty to play with. “It’s okay, Joey,” Krissy whispered to him, rocking him back-n-forth in her arms - his face buried in her cleavage as he hugged her in return. “It’s okay to release … but just a little for now. Okay?” And that he did, his reward for having been good through the greatest tease of all. The Mommy Grats: The BabySitter Crush
  3. Taken from the ABDL Saga romance: Zeke and Lily (Book 11): Ten Years Later, here is a little story about what remains the same when everything else changes. The Things That Change. The Things That Don’t. Monday, December 25th – 7:30 p.m. Zeke walked in through the front door of their apartment and opened the front of his winter coat. Lily stepped out of it, laughing out how her husband could still be the silliest goose in the land. Locking the front door, Zeke directed her through the apartment – back the skinny hallway and into their bedroom. And without missing a beat, he lifted up the back of her dress, cupping his right palm on the underside of the back of her diaper and playfully patting her a few times. Lily all-but gushed at that moment. For as much as she believed she had him wrapped around her finger, the truth was: he controlled every emotion within her. What a beautiful bit of power for both of them to give up. The stage was set, but what this kid-free week between Christmas and New Year’s would hold was a total mystery to her. All she knew, from the onset, was that she wanted, if not needed, whatever was ahead. Their daughter would be gone until Sunday. Life as parents had certainly changed them. But the more things changed, the more they didn’t. Perhaps that was what endeared Lily to her life with Zeke more than anything else. They had faced tremendous uphill battles, scary medical situations and welcomed into the world their daughter. But they were still Zeke and Lily about everything. He was her rock, her answer to insecurity. She was his purpose in life, his passion to breathe. “I guess watching Lucy drive away with my mother got you all emotional, huh?” Zeke teased, patting her wet bottom one more time before guiding her over to the bed. Lily sucked in her lips, raising an eyebrow as she watched him walk over and into the wall closet. She took a few seconds to decide whether she wanted to playfully banter back with him or to see what he was up to currently. Lily wore diapers on a fairly regular basis, but more definitely at times when her physical condition wouldn’t allow any certainty of being accident-free. She had undergone a lot of chemotherapy in the past decade. And though her medication was keeping everything in check, her body had grown fragile. Her bladder wasn’t quite as reliable as it used to be. Now, for most people, this would have been a devastating bit of acceptance to swallow. But Lily had worn diapers for years. The only change was that now, she had to wear them. So, it really didn’t upset her. Zeke started rooting around in the back of the closet, pushing her multitude of shoes and heels out of the way as he kept digging. “Daddy, what are you looking for?” Lily asked, tilting her head to the side and smiling as she tried to figure out what his search was about. “A piece of our past,” Zeke answered cryptically from inside the closet. “But a piece of our past that will become our present again … for a limited time.” Well, what was that supposed to mean? Could he have been any vaguer? But, being a nearly 15-year veteran of his company and his wife for ten years, Lily knew that Zeke would stop at nothing until he found what he was looking for. So, she patiently waited on the bed, her wet diaper needing attention soon. She considered going into the bathroom and taking care of it herself, as was usual these days. But something told her that their usual routine wouldn’t apply this week. Fifteen years ago, Lily became diagnosed with a medical condition that had a high probability of survival but an even higher probability of recurrence. For her, it would become a permanent condition that was, most grimly viewed, a terminal condition as it would one day end her life. But with careful attention to her health, her diet and her medication, that unfortunate conclusion wouldn’t be a reality for decades to come. And so long as she had Zeke, her beloved husband and Daddy, to care for her – life would always remain very good. “Do I have time to wet myself again?” Lily asked playfully, then laughing at his reaction as he poked his head out of the closet and gave her the strangest look. “What?” “Princess, you have never asked me permission to wet yourself before,” he said, returning to the closet – Lily laying back on the bed. “Well,” she said with a laugh, looking up at the ceiling. “I’m turning over a new leaf.” “That’s my girl,” Zeke replied, still rummaging around in the closet. Then Lily closed her eyes and relaxed her muscles – smiling as she proved, once more, that she was the BabyGirl of his dreams. There was a point in time when her treatments had robbed her of so much body weight that she was only 90 lbs. when soaking wet. She was fatigued all the time, her muscle weakness so severe at points that she couldn’t walk very far. She couldn’t keep food down, had no color in her skin at all. And the scariest part was that her treatments might not have gotten her condition under control. It was just as likely, at its worst, that her treatments could kill her just as easily as the disease. Oh, yes. Zeke and Lily had been through a lot. But the treatments worked and a reliable regimen of medication now kept her health constant. This didn’t come without consequences as permanent as the disease itself. She would get fatigued often, have a very poor immune system and experience such muscle weakness that she would fall to the floor without warning. Her sensitivity to the cold made for higher heating costs in the winter, but lower cooling costs in the summer as they aerated the apartment with window fans but never turned on the air conditioning. She also had developed fertility problems from the treatments – ensuring, for the sake of her own health, that Lucy would be an only child. The pregnancy with Lucy was a risky one anyway and they didn’t want to risk tempting fate twice. Daily nap times were a necessity and her diet was watched carefully. This part actually worked out well as Zeke had the weakest stomach in the universe and could only eat simple food anyway. But Lily’s illness was never a red flag for Zeke. And the fact that she had withheld this information from him in the beginning was no indication of mistrust to come. He remained strong with her and for her. Despite the fact that her condition turned out to be permanent, she never gave up hope … not even to this very day. And that was all he ever needed to see when he looked into her irises. Hope trumped all. This was what made Zeke and Lily such a match for each other. The Daddy-n-BabyGirl dynamic was only the icing on the cake. They had seen triumphs and failures in the past 15 years of their lives together. And every step of the way, they grew stronger from it all – stronger together, for a lifetime … and for the long haul. Zeke emerged from the closet at last, dragging out what he was looking for in there. Sitting up on the bed, Lily saw what his search had been for, her eyes growing big-n-wide. Suddenly, she knew exactly what this week would be about. And with limited control of herself, she happily flooded her diaper yet again. Lily sat there on their bed, drop-jawed as she watched him set the object up against their dresser and then begin to take it apart. And she got tingles again, this time all over her body. From the tip of her head down to the soles of her feet and everywhere in between, Lily was taken over by a series of sensations that came directly from her mind. Those sensations were attached to specific thoughts that had been placed there a long time ago. And it seemed only Zeke knew how to tap into them. They only sporadically were able to embrace their Daddy-n-BabyGirl dynamic to its fullest extent. They had responsibilities in life that were mutual priorities. But when the stars aligned in such a perfect way as to allow them to return to the beginning, those seeds planted inside Lily’s mind sprouted. And her world grew very small, for how big it actually was. She would sit there and regress as she watched her Daddy re-assemble the dreams she always kept close to her heart. For as much as things had changed, they also remained the same. It was Lily’s crib. That was what Zeke had dug out of their closet and had begun setting up next to the bedroom window. “So, on Wednesday, I’ve set it up so that we can take a look at all three of those houses. They’re all in southern end … Willow Street, Lampeter and Quarryville,” Zeke said as he began to connect the head board and foot board to the under-supports of the crib, Lily’s brain spinning inside her skull as she began to dance around a little head space she once lived in completely. “You won’t mind living closer to my mother, will you? She’s live down in that neck of the woods.” What was he talking about? Lily couldn’t possibly focus in on mental matters of the adult world right now. She was too overcome with the gushing pleasures of memories becoming anew. That crib hadn’t been out of their closet in years. Seven years, to be exact. That was the point in time when they bought Lucy’s first bed and packed the crib away. It had seen some heavy use. First, it was Lily’s crib, residing in the second bedroom – made up as Lily’s nursery. Then, it resided in their bedroom, next to the window where Zeke was now setting it up again – Lily insisting that their newborn daughter not be made to sleep in the nursery until she was a few months. There was a strong maternal need Lily had to ensure that her daughter was always safe and until Lucy was three months old, she would never be further than ten feet away from her mother. Lastly, the crib was moved into the nursery, now being Lucy’s nursery. And there it would remain until Lucy was almost three years old. At that point, the nursery was turned into her bedroom and the crib was put into Zeke and Lily’s closet … … until now. She watched him put the final side railing into place and then lower it. Then he turned and walked over to her, sitting on the bed and facing her. Taking a moment to adore the dazed look in her eyes, he watched as she blinked repeatedly – happily finding no end to the current dream. Reaching under the front of dress, he cupped the underside of the front of her diaper with his right palm, knowing that when her diaper was about to erupt from the swell, even the front was drenched. Lily’s reactions were always priceless and because Zeke was a dreamer too, he hadn’t forgotten how to recognize when she had slipped into a little place inside her mind or how to nurture that very journey onward. After all, she was his BabyGirl for life. Gathering up the skirt part of her dress, he waited for Lily to snap out of the daze, then realizing that he was trying to undress her and helping out by lifting her arms up. But Lily didn’t snap out of the daze and he was more than happy to see this. So, he began to gently pull the dress up and off her frame, Lily having enough mental clarity just then to at least fold her forearms up to keep them out of the way as the dress raised up over her head. Then, he reached behind her and unfastened the strap of her bra, her endowment now free from the garment. And there she sat in nothing but her thoroughly-drenched diaper, a helpless BabyGirl who was ready to be nothing-but his BabyGirl for the next week of her life. Her lips remained partially opened, a flashback reflex to always having had a pacifier in her mouth all those years ago. “And how would you like to take a small trip to Inner Harbor this week?” Zeke asked, helping Lily get up onto her knees. “I bet you would be the most precious little BabyGirl in all of Baltimore.” Then Zeke lifted her up into his arms, Lily instinctively wrapping her limbs around him – her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. Oh, my. It felt like they were back at the very beginning again, when all that existed was the two of them and the bond they shared. Life was so simple back at the beginning. So simple indeed. “And you will be the most adorable little diaper girl in Inner Harbor,” Zeke whispered in her ear, his warm breath traveling down the side of her face and across her sternum – Lily then resting the side of her head on his shoulder. “And if you are the most adorable little diaper girl in Inner Harbor, then I will be the luckiest Daddy in the world.” Oh, he was saying all the right things and he was using that Daddy Voice that melted her to the core every blessed time he spoke with it. He carried her over to the bedroom window, Lily turning to further mush in his arms – breathing in deeply and taking in his scent. For as much as things had changed, some things remained the same. And as he rocked her back-n-forth on the journey over to the window, lightly patting her diapered bottom, Lily could tell that not only was this week going to be full-out but it was going to be a full rediscovery of the dynamic that brought them together in the first place. Lily lifted her head up off his shoulder gazing out the bedroom window while still remaining wrapped around his body, Zeke still holding her firmly in his arms. She silently recalled how they used to look out that window at the Lancaster City night line when first met. He would often hold her just as he was holding her now and they would admire the city lights, right before or right after she got diaper changed. For Zeke, he loved the night sky of the city. For Lily, it was a visual reminder of how small she truly was. “The view looks just as pretty all these years later,” Zeke whispered in her ear, then kissing her left temple. “And so do you.” Ok. If he didn’t slow down with the well-timed compliments, he was going to make her wet for a completely different reason. The tingles were practically making her wiggle in his arms. In reality, these emotions never left her. They simply went dormant because they had to. There were responsibilities that Lily had when she became a mother and these responsibilities she welcomed with open arms, blessed and eternal thankful to the Heavens that she was granted the opportunity. She knew there would be no second child in her life. So, it was her intention to spoil the living the daylights out of Lucy. And what a wonderful job she had done. All the while, Zeke was right by her side, offering up his advice only when he knew that only Lily could help their daughter with certain things. It was a father’s job to be on-call at moments like that, but not to interfere with nature. So when it came to turning Lily back into a BabyGirl, Zeke was fully-charged and ready. And Lily was ready too, doing what she had always done so very well … wait patiently. As she had grown a bit older with him, Lily had learned that patience was an incredible virtue – not just merely believing that the best would be saved for last, but living with the full understanding that Zeke’s world revolved around her. She was at the center of it all. And she always would be. That was the ultimate answer to insecurity. It wasn’t all about Lily, but it always included her. She had a place where she truly felt she belonged, a home within a home. Zeke turned and carried her over to the crib. Lily was all-but completely glassy-eyed with a mesmerizing trance of regression. However, she could still recall all the times he put her in that crib – when he laid her in it to change her, when he laid her in it for naps, when she dreamed about Mr. Woody and the other dream elves as she slept in that crib and when she awoke in that crib … seeing his dreamy, smiling face as the first thing to welcome her back to the world of the awakened. Oh, yes. That crib had such history with them that it seemed to be at the center of it all too … with Lily. Easing her down ever-so-gently onto the crib mattress, he brought her to rest on her back with such care in his hands that she could have been made of China glass and not been fearful of being broken. Zeke was no muscle-bound guy, but he had a lot of power in his body and in his hands – made more so by emotions. It was the greatest feeling in the world to know that, though he had power, he always kept it at bay when handling her (… and for that matter, when handling Lucy). Lily brought her forearms up, resting her hands limply on either side of her head on the pillow. Her knees bent without waiting for the signal to do so from her mind. Her thighs slightly parted open and she assumed the vulnerable-yet-comfortable diaper change position. Zeke reached into his shirt pocket and took out one of her white pacifiers. Where did he find that? She hadn’t seen one those in quite some time. Placing the silicone nipple of it to the very center of her lower lip, he spoke with a deep timbre – laced with the Daddy Voice. “Open,” Zeke said softly, Lily parting her lips and taking the nipple in her mouth – then softening even further into mushiness. “Now, be a good girl for Daddy.” Lily entered the absolute fullest state of regression as he reached for the tapes at her hips. Unfastening the tapes, Zeke then walked back over to the closet. Lily remained perfectly still on the crib mattress, having remembered quite clearly that when he opened her diaper tapes she was to stop wiggling and moving. Open tapes always used to mean no more wiggles allowed and she was certain they still meant that. Indeed, she did keep from fidgeting, but her heart was pounding a mile a minute and she was grateful for having been on her back – given how the rush of blood to her head had caused quite a spell of dizziness. But what on Earth was Zeke looking for in the closet now? Maybe he could wait until he changed her before going all ‘Indiana Jones’ again. Zeke picked up a small backpack and turned back around to face her. Continuing to nurse on her pacifier, Lily looked at the backpack – trying to place its purpose. But she wasn’t making the connection. Then, when he reached inside the backpack, taking out the thickest diaper she had seen in a long time, it dawned on her with sudden remembrance that that particular backpack was the very first diaper bag he ever used with her. Where had he been hiding that all these years? He set the backpack down and began to unfold the diaper. It was enormously thick and only made Lily have to fight the wiggle impulse that much more. Her little mind was all abuzz with a plethora of fantasies that had rushed back into the forefront of all her thoughts. She was starved for Daddy attention and she felt like smothering him and clinging to him – soaking in all the joy she could get her hands on. But Lily had learned a lot about Zeke in the years they had been together. And much like any guy, smothering him would only lead to inundation. That wasn’t what she wanted, not for him and not for her. The key to it all was moderation, that balanced ability to keep it a constant thing as opposed to something that was overdone. So, she remained still as Zeke drew her legs together and crossed her ankles – then lifting her legs and bottom straight up in the air. Sliding the back of that new thick diaper underneath her and matching its back waistline to the diaper falling off her, he ensured that the fits would match too. This was the technique of a seasoned pro. And for the next week, he was all hers. Lowering her legs and bottom back down to the crib mattress, he parted her thighs and then lowered the drenched front of her current diaper. It was a thick one and it certainly wasn’t a fun one, not like the diaper he was about to put on her. The cool rush of air that rushed across her center brought her to an instant fussy condition. “Shh, shh, shhh,” Zeke shushed her, but then moved quickly to keep her from getting chilled. He took a wipe to her front, tracing the diaper area perfectly. Oh, what gentle hands he had … big but gentle. He made her feel even smaller by merely touching her. Then he placed his left hand on the back of her thighs and lifted the lower half of her body slightly to be able to slide the wet diaper away. Taking another wipe to her bottom, he moved quickly to the powder – coating her backside and caressing it out evenly across her cheeks. The moment that silky powder touched her skin, she shivered – not from the coolness, but from the feel. Oh, what Heavenly bliss. There was no way Lily could give herself this feeling when standing in the bathroom and changing herself. And even when Zeke changed her discreetly, the conditions still weren’t right to be able to completely melt her in the process. But, oh my. He hadn’t forgotten a single thing. Lowering her freshly-seasoned bottom down into the thick nestle of the new diaper, Zeke watched as Lily closed her eyes – letting out a contented little feminine sigh. She was all aglow and happily drifting into littleness. And what an angel she was being for him. Parting her thighs again, he coated her front and then down between her legs, Lily trying to open her eyes but only getting her eyelids to half-mast. Her most sensitive area was now being affected with such a tender, delicate touch that Heaven itself seemed only a small step away. For once, Lily felt as fragile as she actually was. Grinning brightly behind her pacifier, she gazed up at her Daddy with a look that was as innocent as it was lustful … and each for the right reasons. Zeke folded up the front of the diaper, the thickness making contact with her and pressing close as he fastened the tapes snuggly at her hips. As he placed the used wipes inside the used diaper, then rolling it up into a little ball, Lily placed both of her hands on the underside of the new diaper around her. Drawing her knees up, she basked in that glorious feeling of being enveloped in a soft thickness that fit her as perfectly as a hand in a glove. Oh, life was good. It had always been good and she hadn’t forgotten any of the details as to why. Getting one of his white button-down shirts from the closet, he unbuttoned the cuffs – doing his best to work some of the stiffness out of the garment before he sat her up in the crib and put her arms into the sleeves. Lily immediately started buttoning the front, all aglow once more as she had just been given a Daddy Shirt to wear. Zeke took a seat on the edge of the bed. Lily stood to her feet and walked over to him, relearning what it felt like to waddle in a thick diaper. She was even more adorable than she used to be. Nowadays, she knew she was adorable and there was nothing she could do to prevent it – a most agreeable bit of acceptance on her part. “Princess, I have something to tell you, but I don’t want to startle you,” Zeke said calmly yet cryptical, Lily tilting her head to the side and nursing on her pacifier as she pulled down on the front shirt tails and touched her knees together in front of him. “There are still two more Christmas presents to be opened. And they are both out in the living room, under the sofa.” What? Lily’s eyes grew big and wide. Zeke smiled brightly, seeing her reaction of excitement – but a reaction she was trying to keep control of. Not wanting her to hold back at all, he reached into his shirt pocket again, taking out a pacifier clip – attaching one end to the collar of the button-down shirt she was wearing and the other end to the handle of her pacifier. “Go,” he said with excitement, patting her diapered bottom – Lily then sprinting out of the bedroom and down the hallway. She crinkled all the way, as blissful and as jovial as a little girl who had just woken up on Christmas morning and was running downstairs to the presents under the tree. Zeke followed after her, seeing Lily stop at the edge of the living room carpet and then getting down on her hands-n-knees to crawl. The whole time as she moved across the carpet, her attention was focused in on the sofa and what might have been underneath it. Getting over to the front of the sofa, she crouched down – lifting her diapered bottom way up in the air and giving Zeke the cutest picture in the world to take with his phone. But it was at that moment that Lily had a flashback to Pretzel, the family’s poodle terrier that had passed away four years ago. Pretzel had aged gracefully, but had always had a weak stomach and a weak system in general. Born as a runt, she was always tiny. On the last night of its life, Pretzel crawled under the sofa. This was her favorite spot to hide things she didn’t want anyone else to have. But with the introduction of Lucy to the family, Pretzel’s assured hiding spot was discovered. On that last night of her life, Lily and Lucy both said goodbye to her as she hid under the sofa – just in case the pooch wasn’t alive the next morning. Zeke stayed up all night and sat on the sofa, waiting until Pretzel came out. And when she did, she hopped up onto the sofa and onto his lap – falling asleep in his arms and never waking up again. Zeke and Lily planned this scenario out so that Lucy wouldn’t ever wake up to see a dead pooch. By dawn of that next morning, Zeke had already been to the 24-hour vet in the northern end of Lancaster City. And he had returned with Pretzel’s ashes. It was a sad morning, but it was one that happened well. Lily and Lucy had both had the opportunity to say goodbye to Pretzel. And as they ate breakfast that morning, they all decided that there would be no other family dog ever. Pretzel was irreplaceable. Lily found two gifts. Reaching underneath the sofa, she slid both gifts out. One was wrapped in soft pink wrapping paper and the other was wrapped in white paper with a baby block design on it. Zeke walked into the living room and sat on the sofa, Lily leaning back against his shins and picking up the gift with the baby block prints on the wrapping paper. She made short-order of the task of unwrapping it. Inside was a white box, similar to one you would put a dress shirt in. Lifting the lid off the box, her mouth dropped wide open and the pacifier fell from her lips. Zeke figured this would happen and that was why he attached the pacifier clip. He also figured she would open the gift with the baby block paper first. Inside the box she found a naughty-but-cute ruffly outfit. It had a white and light blue checkered design on it that gave it the Little Miss Muffet appeal. There was white lace around all the edges. The cute top had poofy short sleeves and it was barely long enough to cover her endowment. There was a matching pair of bottoms that would be perfect as a diaper cover. A matching bonnet and bib was also included. There were matching hand mitts and footies, both being able to be locked on her wrists and ankles. Her little heart was pounding inside her chest at the thought of Zeke dressing her in the outfit. Lily had always remarked how the thought of being forced to do things was a turn-on for her. But because of her fragile condition, there would never be any physical forcing of anything. However, that didn’t mean that she couldn’t feel the joys of having no other alternative. Locking mitts and an adorable outfit would certainly help with this endeavor. Carefully putting the outfit back into the box and setting it aside, Lily picked up the second gift. Zeke scooped her up off the rug and sat her on his lap as she began to tear the pink wrapping paper off this gift. Now what on Earth could he have put in this box to top the outfit? Tearing the second gift open just as quickly as she had the first one, Lily found another layer of wrapping paper – also with the color of soft pink. So, she tore that layer off and found a layer of newspaper. Looking back over her shoulder and glaring up at Zeke, she plunked her pacifier back in her mouth and tore the newspaper off. She knew what he was up to. Zeke had often wrapped Lucy’s gifts in the same manner, layer after layer after layer. Lily tore through three more layers of newspaper until she finally got to the present. Her mouth dropped open again and the pacifier fell from her lips. He certainly knew how to follow up that ruffly outfit. The second gift was a diary. Now, to most people, a diary wouldn’t be all that great of a gift or meaningful in any real way. But to Lily, her past diaries were quite detailed. Some of the diaries she had kept in the past were about her dreams with Mr. Woody and the other dream elves. She would write of the adventures the dream elves would take her on in the CountrySide. She would use these diary entries as bed time stories that she told Lucy when the girl was very little. The first diary she kept was more than 12 years ago when she underwent the first wave of treatments for her medical condition, just recently diagnosed at that time. She was battling for her life and Zeke gave her that first diary, telling her to put all her feelings in it. She wrote such detailed accounts of her treatment sessions as well as her everyday life and what she did that, once that first round of treatments ended, she was able to look back at the diary entries to see how hope had grown within her each day. “This new diary is for dream catching,” Zeke whispered to her, then plunking her pacifier back in her mouth as she stared at the diary in her hands with a mesmerized daze. “I want you to write in it whatever your little heart desires to fill those pages with.” Scooping her up into his arms and resting her diapered toosh on his left hip, he carried her into the kitchen and got a baby bottle out of the hutch cupboard. He had been so clever in placing some of these items where they wouldn’t be seen by Lucy, primarily choosing locations the girl never went near. But it was so neat how he pulled it off. Lily began looking around the kitchen from her seat on his hip as he got milk from the fridge and filled the baby bottle, then putting the bottle in the microwave and reaching for the cupboard that had her medication in it. This was the moment when shyness overtook Lily. Wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, she buried her face in his left sternum as she nursed on her pacifier. Several years ago, Zeke had taken over the responsibility of handling all her medication. It was one of many ways they could still subtly embrace the Daddy-n-BabyGirl dynamic. And because it was a very important responsibility, it kept their bond as strong as always. It really simplified everything for Lily, especially on days when fatigue got the best of her. She wouldn’t have to worry about missing a med time. With birth control pills no longer being necessary, there was at least one less pill to swallow each day. And with ever-present hope, maybe someday, Lily wouldn’t need any of the pills anymore. Until then, Dr. Zeke was in the house and open for business. Taking the warmed baby bottle of milk out of the microwave, Zeke screwed the top onto it and brought the pill box along as he carried her back into the living room. Sitting on the couch, he reached for the blanket from the back of the sofa and placed it across his lap, having her lay down in it. Swaddling her like a newborn, he cradled her across his lap – holding her neck up with the inside of his left elbow. One at a time, he placed the pills of the day on her tongue. Thankfully, they weren’t very large and she was able to swallow them three at a time. She was given the second and final tongue-full of pills and then was given the warm silicone nipple of her baby bottle. “Daddy, will you continue the story of The Princess of Infantilum this week?” Lily asked with a soft, small whisper. Taking the nipple in her lips, she leaned back and gazed up at him with absolute innocence in her irises as she began to swallow the milk. It wouldn’t be long before she was fast sleep in his arms. But their week of rediscovery had only just begun. For as much as things had changed in their lives, some things still remained same.
  4. Haven't been on this site very often recently, beyond posting a few stories. I had forgotten how muc DailyDiapers offers to do.

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    Disc Golf in the Lehigh Valley

    Disc Golfing sounds like a blast.
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    New Daddy - Need Advice!

    Princess Luvs,
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    How Did You Decide You Where A Mommy Or A Daddy?

    I think the Daddy seed was planted in me when I was fairly young.
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    What Does Your Little Call You?

    I call her honey, babe, her name, etc. all the time. What I'm asking about is when your roleplaying.
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    What Do You Guys Drive

    I drive a 2003 Dark Blue Volvo S-60.
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    How To Write A Love Letter

    Taken from the book: Tame & Wild (ABDL BedTime Stories), here is a story about the completion of want as a college schoolgirl goes straight to the head of her class. ---------------------------- How to Write a Love Letter - Katie finished writing the tenth sentence on the tiny chalkboard on the wall. She set the chalk back on the ledge and slapped her hands together twice, clapping the residue from her fingertips as she stepped back to look at her work. She smiled warmly, but with a sly upward turn to the corners of her mouth. Everything had worked out exactly as she wanted it to. And she stood in the middle of her professor’s office – exactly where she wanted to be. Her professor was an extremely attractive guy, with a clean-shaven, well-kept look. He was the right mixture of charm and success. The laws of attraction took hold and beginning on the second day of classes, she always sat in the front row, center seat – dressed head to toe as the schoolgirl dream she hoped that passed through his mind at night. In reality, practically every female student wanted him in a way that she only whispered to her pillow at night. Katie was one of many admirers, but at present, she was the only one standing in his office. And before she tucked her tail between her legs from rejection, she would have her turn to woo the sexy writing teacher with her prose. The advanced composition class he taught met three times a week – Monday, Wednesday and Friday from 1:10 – 2:30 pm. And it was her final class each of those days. She was called to his office on this particular Friday afternoon for a simple infraction of repeated tardiness – or so he said. Oh my, how she enjoyed being late. Her tardiness was deliberate, in order to get his attention. She would average being ten minutes late, so her entrance would stop him from teaching and make him watch her as she took graceful steps to her seat. Each day, she would add a new little touch to her schoolgirl look. From that perfect make-up to those braided pigtails to the right color of checkered skirt (yanked just a bit higher each try) to the earrings to the partially unbutton dress shirt, her schoolgirl outfit was primed to take her straight to head of his class. Today’s touches included white stocking and a pink checkered skirt, a last minute purchase that morning. Standing in his office, Katie folded her hands behind her back, perusing the books on the shelves and trying not to think of him too much before he got there. The weekly assignment was always to submit a paper to him after each Friday’s class, demonstrating some of the writing techniques they had discussed in class that week. In this particular week, she had submitted her paper to him after the Wednesday calls, hoping it would produce the meet she wanted. She took the opportunity to use what she learned in writing him a letter – straight from the heart. And she held nothing back. This was her first semester in college and as a new freshman, she was becoming engrossed in the freedoms she had never known before now. Dorm life was eye-opening and so were the weekend parties. But Katie always walked a straight line when it came to class work. She took everything seriously and pursued what she wanted with a passion. That’s why the day she first walked into his class, she fell seriously in love with him. And that’s why she did all that she needed to in order to wind up in his office today. She sat down in the cushioned chair behind his desk, taking a moment to sit crossed-legged before parting her thighs and stretching her legs out to rest her ankles on the edge of the desk. This meeting wasn’t about academics, but rather the completion of an urge she simply couldn’t control anymore and didn’t want to. And if the lust in her heart was anything like what he could feel for her, then all the competition she went through to get here would’ve been well worth the effort. All she needed to do was invest in the wiles which fueled her passion to begin with. She unbuttoned the top two buttons of her shirt, leaving just enough of a glimpse of her cleavage and the lacey edges of her white bra to make him want to see more. Feeling the backside of her legs, she checked to make certain she hadn’t missed any hairs. In her purse, she had every possible thing needed for every possible direction her time with him may have gone. She pealed her pink skirt up, pulling out the waistband of her white cotton panties, to make certain of her smoothness all over. Her tiny fingertips reached inside her panties and crossed over a peach she had taken quite some time. Heaving her chest and arching her lower back, she traced the outer lips of her labia, teasing her waking arousal before concentrating on her hood. She leaned her head back against the cushion chair as she closed her eyes and let out the first many small whimpers of enjoyment. Yeah, it was a lot of work being a girl, but it was worth it all. She was a girl and he was a guy she liked. Her imagination ran wild. And she saw herself as his lover, his soul mate, his wife … even his BabyGirl (but that would be a revelation of the future, not of the moment.) And they way that she saw it, there was only one thing that stood between the present and the life to follow … she simply needed to tell him how she felt. Recognizing that she could be crushed in a single instant with a single breath of air, she knew that the first impression needed to be lasting. And as the office door opened, she leaped up onto his desk, sitting up and stretching her legs out. It was the fantasy she dreamed and the fantasy she had merely to begin making the rest of her life. The power needed was in her hands and in her heart. Every little advancement in life or good fortune Katie had found came from a bit of hard work and determination –made harder, from time to time, by the natural competition she often encountered from other girls. She accepted that life would always make her work harder than others to get those things which many rarely had to lift a finger to acquire. But she had long since gotten over the hurt of that. Instead, she channeled that hurt into determination. That’s why she basked in the victory she had all ready won by being in her professor’s office. And sitting on the top of his desk as he entered the room, she was ready to let her wiles do the talking. She would not feel guilty for having won the competitions of life nor would she feel bad for what she had to do to get where she was now. Her professor shut the door behind him and stopped dead in his tracks, seeing her sprawled out on his desk with crossed legs, a heaving chest and a twinkle in her eye which showed the lust in her thoughts. “We need to talk, Katie,
  11. In every girl’s tummy, there will be butterflies that appear when her secrets are revealed and she feels exposed. In every girl’s life, there are experiences which bring about these butterflies. What would happen if she became overwhelmed with butterflies? ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Mia peeked out from behind the blanket she was using to shield her face from the passing cars. She was a bundle of nervous energy for just simply making a trip to the mall, but she had good reason to be so excited about this particular shopping trip. She looked over at the man she now called her Daddy and marveled over how quickly her life had changed. It was just a few short days ago that she met him and just last night that she went home with him. The details, still fresh in her mind, still didn’t matter and luckily so, since he was constantly introducing her to a new experience that showed what reality could feel like when she allowed her fantasies to enter into her life. In less than a day, he had regressed her soul, and then softened her into a BabyGirl. The attention she now received from him affected not only her mind but her senses. His words captivated her. His touch caressed her. The evident kindness in his heart and gentleness to his personality enabled her to expose her heart to him and all its secret wishes. She fell asleep in his arms after having been fed a bottle of warm milk. She woke up this morning in his bed, still wearing the nightie and the diaper he dressed her in. She sat up, nursing off the pacifier between her pink, soft lips. And as if he knew her by every beat of her heart, he appeared at the bedroom door. When she saw him, she became filled with a happiness which knew no boundaries. It was as if this man had just completed every part of her life which she couldn’t. And for this, she longed for him, aching for his touch when he was only a few feet away, craving his words of comfort when he spoke. He slid his hands underneath her and lifted her up with a slow motion as if they were headed across a threshold. She smiled brightly, seeing how she could get used to a lifetime filled with this kind of treatment. The threshold wasn’t their destination. Instead he carried her into the bathroom, a less desirable destination until she saw a bathtub filled with bubbles. She stared at the sight of it in amazement as he set her to her feet, lifted her nightie off and then unfastened her diaper. Naked as she then was, she remained mesmerized by the thought that any guy who would go to the trouble of preparing a bubble bath for her was a gem for which she should never take for granted. But the thoughtful of a bubble bath in itself wasn’t the only thing she needed to adore about him. She had taken many such baths in her life, but never before had she been bathed by someone, let alone a Daddy who understood the meaning of the words Gentle and Caressing. She looked at him now, flipping the turn signal on for the exit to the mall and realized how lucky she was to have found him. He was not only a gentleman, but also understood the importance of her fantasies and how she had been affected for their absence in her life. Following her bath that morning, came a breakfast of the perfect little girl food … oatmeal, particularly Peaches and Cream oatmeal. She sat before him in the room with the fireplace, wearing nothing but her diaper and pigtails and fingered her breakfast into her mouth. What a strange circumstance for her to have longed for. But it no longer mattered how strange she may have thought it to be because as she discovered, it was only a strange thought before she actually got to do it. And following his promise of a special treat for keeping herself clean through breakfast, she took the time to not make a mess of herself. Her Daddy had instructed her to do so and she timidly abided. She startled back to the present moment once again as he pulled into the mall parking lot. She looked up at the building in front of them and then down to the outfit she had on. It took her back, one more time, to watching him iron her schoolgirl shirt as she ate breakfast. He had washed her schoolgirl outfit while she bathed, dried it and ironed it as she ate breakfast and now she sat in a car at the mall, wondering how obvious the diaper under the pleated skirt would be to others. “Lie down, Mia,
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    What Dreams May Come?

    What Dreams May Come Have you ever heard someone say: “Someday, your dreams will come true
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    How Ironic!

    I never really thought about this subject. The whole period thing is something I guy rarely has on the mind. But thinking about it now, it does pose an interesting bit of discussion. There were some good points brought up: This is obviously true. And while the "A" will always come before the "B" in "AB", it led me to ask: "Does that week of bleeding (or however long it takes) mean that AB/DL girls would prefer to go without the diapers until it's over? ANd then, later in the thread, I got my question addressed: While wearing the AB stuff and doing the AB activities is still possible, is it possible for a female to feel little while in the cycle mode?From a male perspective which will never know the uncomfort of that time of the month, I would initially be led to believe that the AB treatment might serve as a wonderful distraction from the physical discomfort. But once again, I couldn't know if it would make a difference. And this quote brings up a good point. While humiliation is something that a girl gets more accustomed to dealing with (as an AB), the wet or dirty diaper I would presume to be a less embarrassing experience than a menstrual one. Perhaps that's a little too much for an AB Girl. Though the sight of an AB Girl who is embarrassed because of something AB-related is precious, the whole period thing is usually something that a female likes to kept to herself. As an AB Girl, that privacy would be gone. But again, I only speculate. I don't really know. What I do know is that as a Daddy, I haven't had any problem with it (in my experiences). And yes, if a guy wants a girl to be diapered on a 24/7 basis, that cycle time is definitely included.
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    Daddies and BabyGirls

    Some of the Daddy and BabyGirl Pics I've come across on the internet.