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I'm afraid it's completely sold out at this point. The avid fans booked in July, I think the tickets sold out completely in January.

Chicago! Every year ❤️

A fair criticism. I know what happens at the wedding, but I didn't really want that to be a focus of the story. I didn't want to make this a long story Short version: she got casually teased a bunch by well-meaning people and nothing really happened lol.

Seth and Jess! But yeah, plot comes from suffering. I could do a short story with Ivy and Nessa, I could do a short story with Seth and Jess... but if you want something longer, something with substance, something with more to offer than a glimpse into a happy moment, there are going to be sad times. I mean honestly, what was the plot of this story? Girl gets casually teased by lots of different people in a loving way before going home to her loving partner. NOTHING HAPPENED. That's okay. It's a short story, a fleeting glimpse, a scene. The joy of the story comes from the worldbuilding, from the situations. It's a handful of candy. My novels are a seven course meal. I refuse to feed you candy for 100,000 words! We'd both perish. ...also it would be boring. There is no growth without pain. It's just how life be.

Sorry this isn't a story! But it's ABOUT stories! If this gets moved, I'll completely understand. At CAPCon 2020, I will be hosting a Writer's Panel with some of your favorite authors! We'll have: Sophie && Pudding! WBDaddy! Personalias! and lil' ol' meeeeee! All on stage at the same time, for you to come and ask questions and see to us answer them and argue discuss the finer points of writing, storytelling, taste, perversion, and many other such things! The panel is: Friday, March 6 • 4:45pm - 6:00pm If you're attending CAPCon and you enjoy our stories, please stop by! We'd love to meet you and hear from you!

Honestly, we've come a long way in the past 5 years! DD/lg may not be well loved all the time in the ABDL community, but it's done a lot to bring many things that we love more into the mainstream! ...but I doubt we'll ever make it to LGWorld... Thank you so much! This was the end though, it's just a short story. Maybe I'll write another short story in this world, maybe somebody else will pick up the torch like many did with the Keeperverse! Thank you! It was fun to write! Thank you so much! I'm in a relationship with another owned sub at the moment, still at the very beginning of the relationship, and there is a lot tickling my brain in that respect. ...maybe I could turn that into another LGWorld story

Part Three The wedding had been fine, relatively normalizing after the initial snickers of me getting released from the car seat in front of everyone, after Piper and her bridesmaids had their fill of checking my diaper. One of her bridesmaids was also wearing a collar, so I made sure to pat her bottom in revenge. She was wearing a diaper under her dress as well. The wedding was lovely, Piper and her new husband Scott were lovely together, and they had said half-teasingly that they were thinking of adopting an LG to care for, the two of them together. The thought was incredibly blushy. Finally, wearily, I arrived at the airport to wait through the ridiculous security line. My mind drifted to Liam as I took off my shoes and put them in a bin, removing my bracelets and my necklace and dropping them in as well. I always felt a little smaller without my heels and the people in line who had been my same height now seemed so much taller. The line for the scanner machine went relatively quickly. I sighed knowing that they'd pull me aside for an additional check due to my collar. They always did. And so I thought nothing of it when they asked me to identify my bags and verify my boarding pass. What I didn't expect, however, was when the tall man in the security uniform held out his hand. "Okay sweetie." His smile was gentle and kind, but he was a foot taller than me and uniformed - it was intimidating. "Let's get you going." "Um... " I hesitated, pointing to my shoes. "May I have my things back?" "Oh no, hun. Your ride is going to be here for you in just a moment. Take my hand, let's get you ready." "My ride?" I cocked my head at him, confused. All of my belongings, my purse, my ID, my laptop, my backpack, they were all in the bin under his arm. "Well of course, you have the Little Princess pass, my dear." I could feel my whole head turn red. "Wh-what does that mean?" My heart pounded, half knowing the answer. "Your Daddy wants to make sure that you're well taken care of. Do I have your consent to take your hand?" I could refuse. I could say no. My eyes were wide as a woman with dark hair in an airline uniform pushed an adult-sized stroller toward me. As all the eyes of the people gathering their bags were on me. I could say no. But Liam would be very disappointed. This treatment wasn't cheap. I didn't want to make him upset, so I nodded mutely. The security man reached out and took my hand, leading me barefoot over to the stroller and helping me sit down while the woman buckled me in. The buckle between my legs, just like in the car, made my dress ride up and revealed my diaper to everyone. Two straps went in, one over each shoulder, clicking in my crotch, forcing the wet diaper closer to my skin. "Oh my." Her giggles brought fresh color to my cheeks, the woman who had been next to me in line was grinning at me as she walked away. "Someone is wet." I nodded mutely, covering my face with my hands. Before I knew it, my things were bundled up in the back of the stroller and I was off. "Do you want that?" I heard a woman ask her boyfriend. Husband? He turned just as red as me, a tiny nod and a sheepish grin giving his consent. Happiness filled my heart, I remembered when Liam asked me... Even though it was embarrassing, being his LG had brought me so much joy. The thought of someone else getting to experience that bliss made me feel so happy. Shortly, I was parked next to another girl at the gate, waiting for the plane. I hoped that Liam would at least let me sit in a normal seat, or that they'd be out of LG seats... but this girl was the only other person like me here. She was beautiful, with curly red hair that framed her face and enormous green eyes lined with winged eyeliner, her lips a bright, rich shade of red. Her diaper was so thick that it peeked out from the leg holes of her denim shortalls, which let only the top of Vanellope's head peek over the bib on her seafoam green shirt. Her collar was a beautiful rose gold where mine was silver. She was playing a game on her phone but put it down as our attendant locked the brake on my stroller. I looked up, part of me hoping that she'd let me out, part of me hoping she wouldn't... "Okay sweetie, do you want anything from your bag? Do you have a stuffed friend, a bottle, or a soother you want?" Soother. My paci. I nodded, since it was clear that I wasn't getting released. "Yes please. May I have my paci?" Daddy had asked if I wanted to bring Bubbles, my stuffed bunny... but I had said no, not realizing how much time I was going to spend Little this trip. The redheaded girl next to me smiled. "I'm Nessa. What's your name?" I accepted my paci from the woman, who zipped my bag back up and walked to the little booth where the airline people stood, but still watching us. "I'm Ivy... " I felt extremely shy all of a sudden, Nessa was so cute. She was way, way cuter than me. I wondered idly what it would be like to kiss her. "Hi Ivy." She brushed a curl from her face and smiled. "Do you have a caregiver?" I blinked. Most people asked if I had a Daddy, but I guess she was being polite. "I have a Daddy. Do you?" "Uh huh! I can't wait to see them again!" "Are they a Mommy or a Daddy?" "Neither." Her giggle was as adorable as she was. Her mischievous smirk made my heart flutter. "They're non-binary, so they're my caregiver!" "Ohhhh." I smiled warmly, I had heard of people like that. "Are they very nice?" "Uh huh uh huh!" She bounced in her seat, causing me to giggle. "They're very, very nice and I can't wait to be in their arms, cuddled and loved! Your Daddy must love you a lot, since you got the Princess Pass too." "Uh huh... " I could feel my grin was sheepish as I looked down. This was all still relatively new to me, at least with strangers - even after I had signed the contract and gotten the collar, we had gone slowly with me being an obvious LG in public. "Do you want to play coloring with me?" She held out her phone and showed me some kind of color-by-number app, tapping a spot. "See? I'll pick the color and we both touch the spots that should be that color as fast as we can!" "Okay!" I could feel a few strangers watching us, not all of them approving, but I pushed it out of my mind. There would always be people who didn't appreciate people living 'alternative lifestyles', but we weren't hurting anyone. Nessa held the phone between us. "Pink three! Go!" We tapped furiously, touching all the shapes on and around the unicorn with a number three and saying uh oh when we missed. When we had them all filled in, we admired our handiwork and she sent it off to her caregiver. "Do you want me to send it to you?" "Yes please!" I rattled off my phone number and smiled when I heard my phone in my purse behind me chime. "Wanna do another one?" We colored three or four pictures before our attendant came to us. I hadn't even noticed that boarding had begun... and LGs tended to be loaded on board first. "Okay girls." Her smile was warmth and kindness. "Time to go. Nessa, may I put your phone in your bag?" "May I please hold on to it? I want to play with it on the plane." "Okay." She nodded, disengaging Nessa's brake and wheeling her away. "I'll be right back for you, Ivy." Even though we were both going to the same spot on the plane, we waved at each other. When the lady came back for me, I asked for my phone as well. As I was being wheeled onto the plane, I looked at my texts. Hi from Neasa! I blinked at the spelling of her name, but smiled all of the pictures we had colored. I sent them to Liam as quickly as I could, before I'd have to turn my phone to airplane mode. I was wheeled down the aisle, to the row of LG seats behind the emergency exit row - the oversized car seats that were ready for people like me. It looked like we were the only two on the plane. She was seated at the window on the left side. The flight attendant bent down and unbuckled me, the button in my crotch and the buckle at my chest. "Okay honey." She gestured to the other side, away from Neasa. "Um... may I pretty please sit with my friend?" I pointed to Neasa already buckled in and playing with her phone, sucking on a pacifier. I popped my own between my lips and waited. She looked over at Neasa. "Are you okay with this little girl sitting with you?" I giggled at her enthusiastic nod, and felt the attendant guiding me to the seat next to the gorgeous redhead, her hand on my bottom as she ushered me forward. Moments later I was nestled into the shockingly comfortable LG seat, thoroughly strapped in. She gave an explanation on how the seats had an emergency release in case of an incident... it made me feel very nervous, but Neasa put her hand on mine and smiled. "Don't worry. I fly like this all the time." I nodded and we went back to playing together, silly little phone games where we stacked blocks or shot eggs at aliens. Eventually we got bored with games, after we were in the air. It was nice to have this little island, just the two of us in the sea of strangers. We spent the rest of the flight talking, discussing how life was different before the contract, how surprisingly nice it was to have the ironic freedom that came with being owned by another person so completely. She told me about her caregiver, Tee. I told her about Liam. About how he asked me to be his LG. It was nice to connect with someone else like this. I was overjoyed when I found out that we both lived in Chicago. We talked about asking our caregivers for play dates and giggled at the idea of sleepovers. Neasa apparently had an entire nursery with a crib and everything. We were the last ones off the plane. The downside of being in these spots, I supposed. As I climbed out of my seat, she grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me toward her, planting a kiss right on my lips. I blushed as I was led away and strapped into the stroller, reeling. As I was being wheeled away, I turned my phone off airplane mode. N: I hope that was okay. Sorry I didn't ask first... Do you hate me now? I texted back feverishly. I: No no no! I: I really liked it! I paused for a moment, wondering what to type next. I: Thank you! N: Oh good. I wasn't sure if I'd see you again and you seemed like you wanted to... I really should have asked first and I'm sorry, but I didn't want to miss the opportunity. That statement turned out to be quite funny as we ended up with our strollers parked right next to each other, a few other Little-types around us as we waited, Neasa for her Tee, and me for my Liam. It seemed like the beginning of a wonderful friendship...

You're totally infamous. Thank you! There are some logical holes in the world I've set up, but they're the concerns of a pessimist and a cynic. Thank you for the likes! It's good to hear from you, Hoppy ❤️ I dunno if I'll set another story here, but I might. It feels like a nice place to tell some stories. I just love it when things that are important to us, taboo things, are normalized - it makes me happy. Thank you! That's a wonderful compliment ❤️ I love it when a chapter ends and the reader is left saying, "Well? What happens next?" It means you're invested! And the only way for an emotional message of kindness to reach the audience is for them to be invested!! What mixed feels? It's good to be back! I'm not back in full force, but it feels really nice to share a multi-part story again. What's your favorite part? For me, the trappings of littleness are what brings me joy. Being strapped into a car seat, being snuggled into a crib. Things that make me feel small and safe. Please note that while it is embarrassing for Ivy, it's not humiliating and more importantly, there is no SHAME in it. That's the key thing. Shaming is a huge turn-off for me, telling someone that they're gross or bad, making them feel bad about the things they like, that makes me unhappy. I like it when people make each other feel good and although the situation is embarrassing, it comes from a place of love and kindness! ikr!?!?! I would totally be a full-time LG for the right CG!! Mommy, daddy, both, doesn't matter. Just show me some love, attention, and affection!

This one's shorter but the next segment is too long to post with it. Enjoy! Part Two I woke in the morning to the feeling of fingers in the legband of my diaper, which was probably my favorite way of waking up. I smiled and stretched, expecting to see Liam hovering over me... only to find a blonde girl who had to be five years younger than me. "Oh shit!" "Ah ah!" She didn't miss a beat as she plucked another ridiculously thick diaper from the cart. "I'm fairly sure that you're not supposed to be using that kind of language." "I'm sorry." I scooted back on the bed, sitting up, my hair a mess, with no makeup on, being tended to by someone who was practically a child herself. "Look. I have a wedding to go to. Liam- " "Your Daddy." Sigh. "My Daddy said I can wear panties to the wedding, so I don't need another diaper. Can you help me just get cleaned up?" Saying that I didn't need any help was going to be pointless, she was obviously enjoying this part of her job. People like me weren't common but we weren't exactly rare either. I had seen a few women in strollers in the airport. "Your Daddy left orders to make sure that you were in your dress and a thick diaper before your driver comes to pick you up." "My what?" I was stunned as she laid me down and tore the tapes open. This wasn't the first time this had happened to me. I had signed the contact a little over a year go, I had little shame left over the diapers - but being handled by younger women was still awkward. She spoke casually to me as she wiped me down and powdered me again. "Your driver. Apparently you pulled a stunt on your Daddy last night and he made some arrangements for you. They took your rental car back this morning." I buried my face in my hands. "Noooo... I can't believe he did this... " "Don't worry, I'll make sure you get to your car." She patted the front of the fresh diaper she had finished taping on. "You are a cutie. I hope to have one like you someday." I was just stunned as she packed her cart up and wheeled it out of the room. "Get yourself all packed up, sweet girl. Checkout is in two hours. I'll message your Daddy that you were nice and soaked this morning." I couldn't believe how many people were willing to play along, to join in to the voluntary torment that girls like me had signed up for. I got dressed for the day, semi-formal and elegant - a stark contrast to the crinkling underwear beneath my skirt. The only visible markings that I was "one of those" was the simple steel band around my neck. Everyone would know at a glance. If Liam were here with me, I'd get ignored at restaurants while they talked to him... most people seemed to enjoy the alternate etiquette that came with dealing with an LG like me. I packed up the rest of my belongings and got ready, peeking out the window... and sure enough, my car was gone. I blushed as I realized that the penance for my joke was going to be much more than I expected. "Oh good, you're all dressed." I turned around to see the hotel staff-girl walking toward me, having entered my room again without my permission. I squeaked my surprise as she sauntered right up to me and grabbed a handful of my diapered bottom. "Good girl. I'll make sure to send my compliments to your Daddy." "Th-thank you... " I was a little lightheaded from the shock of it all. I didn't resist as she took me by the hand, my suitcase in her other hand, and marched me from the room... straight to a car waiting out front. "Here she is!" The cheeriness in her voice as the driver opened the back door of the car, gesturing to the oversized carseat that waited within. "Ohhhhh no. Nope. Nuh uh. No way." I shook my head, tugging against the hotel worker's grasp. "No! I'm going to a friend's wedding. She doesn't know!" "Sweetie." She stopped, but didn't release my hand. "She's going to see your collar. She's going to know. And it's not like you can take that off... " "But that's not the same as being let out of a car seat when I get there!" "Honey, you're adorable, you're very pretty, and they're your friends. Come on." She tugged gently at my hand. The driver just stood with a slight smile on his face. He was the sort I might have flirted with under different circumstances. Now he just waited while my "babysitter" cajoled me. "I can't make you get in there, the driver can't make you either. You can send him away... but both of us will be letting your Daddy know what happened... " She had me there. I sighed and let her lead me to the car, let the driver grip my hips and lift me up and maneuver me into the overgrown infant seat. It was far, far more childish than the one in Liam's car. This one was rear-facing, with a spot for my legs to slide comfortably and safely into as I basically laid down in his back seat. I blushed a deep crimson as he hiked up my skirt, exposing my diaper in the process of buckling the harness between my legs, clipping the chest-buckle closed. "Your Daddy is incredibly lucky." He smiled, a warm, genuine smile. Part of me was scared, that now that I would helpless, this stranger would hurt me... but he had to sign for me from the hotel, the LG Transport company did thorough checks, and, well... Daddy had a tracker on me and my phone. I just nodded, pushing the fear away. "Oh, let me give her a bottle for the road." "Nooooo... " I whined and kicked my feet some, but it was useless. I wasn't going anywhere and I wasn't stopping her. She held out the oversized baby bottle in front of me, branded with the hotel's logo. "Here you go, precious. Take it and I'll tell your Daddy what an amazing little princess he has." With a pout, I accepted the bottle as she guided the driver to load my bags... I was headed straight to the airport after the wedding. I was looking forward to being back home. It was nice to get out and be in the world... but the world kept reminding me that my place was in Daddy's lap, snuggled up with a bottle and a stuffie.

This one's just a short-ish story, around 5,000 words. My novel-length stories are closer to 90,000. But it's nice to be writing some again. This started out as an entry into my Smutty Short Story collection, but it turned itself into multiple scenes with too many characters to keep the no-name convention for that series... and I just can't keep from worldbuilding. I need there to be logical underpinnings to things or it ruins my immersion. I dunno if it'll take off like Keeperverse did there for a while, but we'll see - it's a world where DD/lg and ABDL in public are mostly-socially-acceptable (wish fulfillment) and consent is key, because that's really important to me. Me tooooo. It's based on some playing around that Lizzy and I have done. I've gone on a few trips, and we like to tease that the hotel enforces Lizzy's will. I hope you enjoy it! I'll post the next part later today, hopefully we get some more likes and comments! It's what fuels me!

I've been writing a lot of more-realistic, more emotional/sexual stories lately, but Lizzy tickled my brain with a little fantasy today and it felt like time for a short story. This is going to take a little more suspension of disbelief than my more recent works, but remember - it's a fantasy. ---- Part One Panties almost felt odd at this point. Too thin. I only got to wear them on trips these days, my ID said clearly that I was owned, so diapers in public weren't a big deal. Liam barely let me cover them these days. Not all married couples go that extra step, for one to literally sign themselves over to the other... but it was the way we loved each other, and it felt right. But I certainly wasn't the only diapered wife in town, either. Still, it was nice to be out and about, on my own. I was here for a wedding, Piper - an old friend from college - was tying the knot. The metal band on my left hand clicked against the metal band around my neck as I smiled, wondering if Piper would take that extra step someday. The world was overcrowded, there was something noble about being your partner's baby instead of bringing another one into the world. Some of my more out-there friends thought I was crazy for buying into that, but honestly... it was nice. Nice to be cared for, nice for people to know that I belonged to Liam. That he wasn't just my husband, he was my Daddy. That wasn't going to stop me from enjoying a few days of freedom. Just to be cheeky, I sent him a shot of my panty-covered behind. L: Enjoy it while you can, Flower. You're going right back in diapers when you get home. I grinned as I read his words below my butt. He couldn't get me here, I was six states away and in a nice hotel. There was no better time to brat than when they had no way of reaching you. I: I don't think so... I think I'm back to panties full-time. L: Oh really. How many accidents have you had this trip? That pulled a blush from my cheeks. There had been a close call at the airport. The security line had been longer than I expected, and I drank a lot on the trip... I: None! I don't NEED diapers, they just look cute on my butt! L: Or maybe I'll keep you double diapered for a week or two, just to remind you of your place. You belong to me, Ivy. A shiver ran down my spine. Those were the words he had said to me when the collar closed on that magical day. Those words had special meaning. I have no idea what came over me, but I decided to escalate my bratting. I: Maybe I'll put YOU in diapers when I get back, Little Mister. L: Ivy Rose. I winced at the text. The middle name was coming out. Part of me hated my hippy parents for the moniker. L: You have one chance to thank me for LETTING you wear panties on this trip. One. Chance. I slid a hand across my hip, across my bottom. It would be so easy to get used to panties again, to be able to walk with no interference, without that constant crinkle. Maybe just a liiiiitle more prodding. I: I think I'll put you in the pink ones. I bet you'll be cute. L: Your panty privileges are now revoked. You are in trouble. I: Well I don't have any diapers here! I grinned as I tapped out the message, a thrill coiled in my stomach. So I guess trouble will have to wait for me to get home ❤️ ...he didn't respond. I stared at the screen, a sinking feeling in my stomach. I: Liam? Daddy? I was only teasing. I love you, of course I'll go back to diapers when I get home. L: Oh I know you will. But your punishment starts tonight. I blinked, just as there was a knock at the door. "Housekeeping." A woman's voice, someone around my age... "No thank you! I don't need anything!" The door was opening regardless. I dashed for the bed and slid under the covers, not wanting to be seen half-naked by the hotel staff. The housekeeper was probably three inches shorter than me, in a hotel worker's uniform - a collared shirt and slacks. "Please, I don't need anything right... now... " She pulled a cart in behind her. I knew then that I was doomed. On the top of it was a few boxes of various things, but my eyes were instantly drawn to the middle shelf. Which held stacks upon stacks of diapers. "Miss, are you Ivy Thompson? May I see your ID?" "Y-you're in my room, you can't just ask for my ID!" But I knew she could. I had one chance. I typed furiously. I: Daddy please. Please. Call them back, don't let this stranger diaper me! L: Be good or I'm upgrading you to a room with a crib. You'll have to be let out by the staff in the morning. Does that sound better? With crimson cheeks, I reached over and pulled my ID from my purse, handing it to the woman. "Okay Miss Ivy." She handed it back and gestured at me. "Off the bed. Your license is clear that you're owned and your Daddy has let us know that you - and the bed - need protection." "You can't do this to me... please... " With a single motion, she yanked the covers away, leaving me in the bed, in just my shirt and panties. "You can refuse me. I'm not allowed to put my hands on you if you don't consent to it... but we will have to ask you to leave for not complying, and your reservation will be canceled. Shall I contact your Daddy?" The matter-of-fact way that people referred to Liam as my Daddy never failed to bring heat to my cheeks... and my princess parts. Dejected, I climbed off the bed and watched as she stripped away the sheets, putting on a rustling plastic mattress cover. The sheets she put on after were pink unicorns in diapers with baby blocks here and there. "Lay down." She gestured to the bed. "Because you've been good, you get to pick what diaper I'm going to put you in." "Wh-which one is the thinnest?" "This one." She tapped a stack of cloth-backed disposables. "Is that what you want? We'll be sending a picture to your Daddy next." My heart sank. "Which ones are the thickest?" I watched as she gestured to a stack that was the same height as all the others... yet only had four diapers where the others had nearly ten. "These are by a fair margin." She held one up, showing me the soft pink plastic, with the word 'princess' written across the bottom. I closed my eyes before answering. "That one please." I laid still as she stripped my clothes from me, as she unfolded the diaper and slid it under me. It was as thick as the double-diapers that Liam was threatening me with. I covered my face with my hands as she sprinkled powder over my shaven pussy, just the way he liked it. Moments later, the diaper was drawn up between my legs, forcing them apart as she taped me in tightly. I looked down just in time to see her draw a line over the tapes with a sharpie. "Why did you do that?" "So when the morning attendant comes to check you, she'll be able to report to your Daddy if you fiddled with your tapes at all, silly girl. Now, do you consent to me taking your picture to send to your Daddy, or are you going to do it?" "I'll do it!" The last thing I wanted was to have a picture of me like this on some stranger's phone. I regretted picking at Liam now, I didn't think he would be willing to pay the extra fees for this sort of thing... I grabbed my phone and snapped a selfie, making sure that the absurdly thick diaper was in view. Moments later, it was sent to Liam. "I will tell your Daddy you were a very good girl." She handed me a baby bottle of water from her cart. "You'll be checked in the morning. I'll be locking the toilet down, of course." I simply nodded mutely as she walked into the bathroom, followed by several beeps. "Sleep well, baby girl." There was a little too much glee in her voice as she pulled the cart back into the hallway. "It's been a pleasure taking care of you." L: There, now isn't that better? All is as it should be. Is there anything you would like to say, babygirl? I: I'm very sorry for teasing you, Daddy. Thank you for taking good care of me, the bed is safe now. My hand went to the front of the diaper, rubbing gently at the plastic. It was funny, every girl liked to dream of her wedding... but very few of them dreamed of ending up where I was. I sure hadn't. I wouldn't have believed anyone who told me then that someday being taped into a clean, thick diaper would get me aroused. Conditioning was a funny thing. I arranged the pillows the way I liked them and let my bladder go, warming the crotch of the delightfully crinkly diapers... it was always best when they were wet. It felt the very best when they were well and truly soaked, but I was horny and missing my Daddy, so this would do. Shifting my hips, I began grinding on the pillow, letting a fold of the diaper find its way between my lips. I grinned as the feelings spread, as I humped the hotel pillow. It didn't take long for me to tire myself out, moaning loudly with my face pressed deep into a fluffy pillow.

It's been a while since I played in that playground, but I think I went with something around 32-36 hours? I don't think I touched on the day length after Making the Best of It, since most of my other stories, both parties were already native to the dimension. I didn't mess with gravity, but I did mess with aging. In my setting, an Amazonian childhood is around 10 years (they are full-size and mentally mature in 10 years), with a low birth rate - which leads to a LOT of adults and being unable to "savor" the childhood phase. But I diverged pretty heavily since I went into geopolitcs in mine

That just means you were caught up more in the sexual nature of it than the characterizations I'd like to believe that these characters feel like fully fleshed out people, the way they are in my head, but I don't know if I can represent that kind of depth in 2k - 3k words.

They're pretty intense, I could totally understand why you needed to compose yourself after seeing how sweet and genuine their love is! Awwww thanks! It's been interesting to write heterosexual porn. Part of the challenge of these short stories is not using any names... which is REALLY hard if both partners have the same pronouns. I'm glad you enjoyed it. It turned into much more of a love story than a sex story, but that's just where my heart wanted to go while writing it.

He sat on the couch, waiting, the ice tinkling against the side of his glass of scotch. She'd be home soon, and undoubtedly she would have forgotten her place. She always forgot her place when she visited her family. Something about a week without spankings, without the weight of her collar around her neck, without her lips around his cock. It made her forget what truly brought her joy in life. But at the same time, he knew that she would be looking forward to being put back in her place. In the den, her cage waited. A dog kennel, but decorated with pink pillows and Christmas lights, her special place when she was being naughty... or if he just felt like admiring his property on display. His mind drifted back to a lifestyle party where everyone got to admire her in her nakedness. The tattoos on her soft skin, the line of drool coming from one corner of that gagged mouth as she shivered in her cage. The jingle of keys in the doorknob brought him back to reality. He checked his pocket for her pacifier. He had a feeling she'd be needing it. "I'm home!" Her giggles filled the house as she stumbled in, dropping her backpack on the floor. She kicked her shoes off and headed for the living room, discarding her coat and socks along the way. His lovely pet had been home less than a minute, and already there was a mess to clean up. But her beaming smile and her shining eyes were lovely. "Did you have a good trip, princess?" He used his pet name for her intentionally, to give her a chance to submit, to notice that she had already messed up - before things got worse. "I did, hun!" Strike one. "I did so much shopping! It was really great to be home, it honestly felt for a little bit like I had never left. The town hasn't changed at all." She flopped down on the couch next to him, putting her feet up on the table. Strike two. "Princess." His voice held only the barest hint of warning, but it was there. "You appear to have made a bit of a mess on your way in, would you like to take care of that?" "Oh I will, later. I'm so exhausted from the flight! There was this old lady who would not stop talking to me, even though I made a show of putting in my earbuds. She just kept tapping me on the leg and prattling on about- " Strike three. "Princess. You will go to the door, you will pick up all the things that you have tossed on the floor, and you will put them away neatly. You are not at your parent's house, I'm your Daddy, not your father." He could practically see the wheels turning in her head. Her posture shift as his words tingled in her princess places. Deciding if she wanted to submit... or resist. Folded arms. A scowl forming. A deep breath... Here it came. "I won't!" Her cheeks puffed out slightly as she slumped. "I just got back and I don't wanna clean. I didn't have to clean anything for a whole week and I don't want to right now!" Her voice wavered, bordering on a whine at the end. "I'll clean it up later, I'm tired! I- " Between words, he popped the bulb of the lavender pacifier that read "Mute Button" in her mouth, deepening her glower. Instantly, she spit it out, the paci clattering to the floor - more litter by a spoiled girl. He said only one word, drawn out. A warning tone. "Princess." "No! I'm not a baby, you can't just make me shut up whenever you want, you can't... " She trailed off as he set his glass down, plucking her binkie from the floor. A quick glance showed it clean enough. He held it back up to her lips. She turned her head. Pure defiance. He felt himself stir in his pants at her fire. At what he was going to do to her if she continued. A quick hand. Pinched cheeks. A mouth forced open and a paci re-inserted. He released her. "Now be a good girl and clean up the mess you made." The fury on her face only stoked his own fire further. She stood, stepping back, and turned her head to spit the pacifier out again. "I won't! I'm an adult and I don't have to pick things up just because you say. It's my house too and I'm going to go read a book in our room." She didn't make it two steps before he had her by the shoulder, spinning her around, and putting the binkie in her mouth for the third time. She knew that he worked in threes. He could feel her heart flutter as he held her close. His whisper tickled her ear. "My sweet little princess. You will not spit that out again. You are being a spoiled brat, not the lovely little girl who left here. My princess knows how to behave, doesn't she?" She was trembling in his arms. He smiled at her reaction, wondering if it were anticipation or fear... though it was probably both. "Now. Obey me." He released her, taking a step back, letting the choice be hers entirely. With effort, he kept his face stern and stoic as the binkie clattered to the floor a third time. His heart raced as he grabbed her, scooping up the pacifier once again and dragging her by an arm toward the kitchen. "Wait! I'm sorry!" This was the way it always went when she came home. She'd push and push and push until she finally got in trouble, then she was sorry. Then she was ready to obey. She whined, protesting that it wasn't fair, that he was a tyrant, a bully. Her whines quickly turned to outright pleas as he rummaged in the junk drawer... and pulled out the small tube. "Please! I'm sorry! I'll keep it in, Daddy! Please no... " Her pulse was quick, her eyes full of fear... still, she couldn't seem to wipe the traces of her anticipatory smirk from her lips. "Oh, I know you'll keep it in." He pinned her against the refrigerator, his forearm across her collarbones as he opened the tube with one hand, coating the rim of the shield with a clear goo. "You won't have much choice." "Daddy no!" Those were the last words she managed to speak before he pushed the bulb between her lips once more. He adjusted, grabbing her jaw in his left hand and leaning over her. He held her firmly, a thumb digging into her cheek - he loved being this close to her, their height difference so deliciously pronounced. One finger rested on the pacifier's button as he blew softly and gently on the glue, watching it harden. "There's my good girl. Those are the sounds my princess makes. The ones that makes Daddy feel nice. That's right sweetie, whimper for me." Tears began to form in her eyes as she stood, her throat bared, helpless in his grip and whimpering like the pathetic animal he knew her to be. He knew was enjoying this. The more intense the scene, the more she'd rave about it later - and making her actually cry was big bonus was always talked about at length. He waited, blowing for another minute or two before kissing her sweetly on the forehead and stepping back. He was straining against his jeans as he watched her enjoy her favorite part. Her hands went to the shield, tugging on the ring as she "panicked", looking up with those pleading eyes. She whined and pointed to the pacifier, superglued to her face. "I know, it's a very pretty paci, princess." He leaned down and planted a kiss right on the button of the pacifier, causing her cheeks to flush a deep crimson. His hand went to her crotch, finding her positively dripping. "My pretty princess feels like she had an accident, you're all wet right here. You drenched your panties, and I can feel it on your jeans. You are a wet, wet little girl." He knew that he wouldn't be able to use her mouth tonight, but that was okay. There were other holes. She shivered beneath him, warm against his fingers. "Since you're so tired, lets put you down for a nap in your cage." Her eyes widened. "And since you spat your paci out three times, we'll put you in three diapers. That way you can take a nice, long nap." She shook her head, but he could feel her legs trembling at the thought. He took her by the wrist and led her toward the bedroom, tsking at the mess in the entry hall. She blushed, her gaze falling to the floor as she followed, her free hand plucking gently at the ring of her pacifier. Her mute button. A fresh whimper came from her as her body hit the soft mattress, his hands immediately stripping her of all clothing, starting with her pants... and her very damp panties. He had her naked in moments, her eyes fixated on the crib in the corner of the room. Where he put her to bed if she had been very good... or quite naughty. He put all of her clothes in the hamper with a deliberate motion as she covered herself with her hands, her cheeks red as she watched him open the top left drawer of the dresser. Watched as he pulled out one, then two, then three thick diapers. He grabbed her ankles, lifting until the were at her ears, her bottom well in the air. He opened the first, spreading it out... then the second atop that, then the third. When she rested on the pile of padding, the thickness made her blush anew. Her hands went to her face as his hands caressed her legs. She didn't even notice the sound of his jeans hitting the ground. He didn't bothered to remove his boxers, climbing on top of her and sliding inside even as she rested on the pile of diapers she would be sealed in for the night. She was dripping as he entered her, a moan coming from her throat as his hands went to her wrists. Her body had missed his almost as much as his missed her. The moan that came from her as he leaned down and kissed the shield of her pacifier at the end of a slow, gentle thrust sent a shiver down his spine. It was a sound of the deepest contentment. A sound of surrender. She didn't struggle underneath him, his hands on her wrists brought her comfort. Her hips rocked as he pulled back before burying himself deep once more. A soft grunt came from him as his pace increased, as he felt her clench around him, squeezing his manhood inside her oh so gently. He made love to his wife in that moment, not his pet, not his submissive. The paci bobbed, glued to her face in the ultimate symbol of love and trust between them. She snapped her fingers, three times. A safe signal. Immediately he climbed off, looking her in the eyes. She pointed to the pacifier and quickly he grabbed the solvent from the dresser. Gently, he sat her up and dissolved the glue as she got her breathing under control. He rubbed her back softly as she recovered, giving her a moment. "Are we okay?" She nodded once. "Green." He smiled, that was the signal to keep going without ending the scene. He rubbed her back gently for a moment longer before setting the paci aside, wiping the traces of glue from her lips. He laid her back down, her hips having never moved from the diapers that were waiting for her, and plucked another pacifier from the dresser and put it gently between her lips. "Princess, we're going to keep this one in, aren't we? Or I'll just have to glue it in again." She shivered and sucked on the binkie, bobbing the shield again, her eyes shining with love at him... But the game was back on in full moments later as he pulled the first diaper up between her legs. Her cheeks flushed anew as she remembered she was supposed to be struggling, protesting. Instead she just closed her eyes in contentment as he pulled layer after layer between her legs, pausing only to cut the backing of each one. When the final tapes were closed, her crotch was more akin to a beach ball than the tight bottom he enjoyed cupping so much. He rolled her over unceremoniously and gave the absurdly thick padding three good swats, chuckling at the bass tones. "There's my pretty princess in her nice, thick diapers." Her blush was beautiful, from her cheeks to the freckles on her shoulders. "And now it's cage time for my naughty girl." Her eyes were pleading, not wanting to reap what she had sown. "You had your chance, princess. Three, in fact. And now you have three diapers to go through. How wonderful. We're going to have a nice, relaxing time while you get to rest and recuperate from your trip. When you're wet enough we'll change you into just one diaper." Shock. Pleading. Her hands pressed together for emphasis. She struggled to sit up, her legs splayed before her in the beautiful diaper. He rubbed a hand against her crotch, knowing she would be completely unable to feel it. "Oh honey." He kissed her paci shield once more. "You earned three weeks in diapers with your little stunt today. And when it comes time to do pushies... I'll hold you in my arms as you whimper and whine." Her cheeks were growing redder by the moment as he collected her in his arms, her legs helpless, her diaper crinkling. "And I'll press gently on your tummy until you begin to fill your little diapers and I'll tell you what a good girl you are. My good girl wets and messes her diaper for Daddy, doesn't she? My good girl doesn't even remember what the potty is for... " His words were soothing, her blush was lively. A short time later... his smile was wide as he rested his feet atop her cage, his gorgeous diapered pet, his love, curled up inside where she belonged. Well padded and well loved.

Where'd you go there, Trip? I'm glad you enjoyed it! I really wanted to convey how a Big can get energy from caring for a Little. It's great to be writing again! These stories aren't really exploring upheaval in the lives of people, they're just little moments in the lives of kinksters, just vignettes of sex and submission. The goal was to write one a day for a while... the first one took me about an hour, the second one took me about 3 hours (and it shows, it's not as good IMO, I had to fight the concept too much), and the third one took me LESS than an hour because it was so enticing. I have my goal for the next one - just gotta sit down to write it. As for writing from the male sub POV... proooooobably not going to happen. I'm just not personally interested in male subs, sorry. I write what's enticing and interesting to me, I write the smut I want to read, and - no offense - a vignette about a male sub just doesn't sound like one I'd read.

Thank you! I'm not sure how many people are actually enjoying it because not a lot of people are hitting the lil' like button and very few people are commenting.

He groaned. A mix of exhaustion and frustration, the sea of taillights attached to snails of cars. The day had stretched on and on, a nightmare of drudgery from the moment he stepped foot out of the house that morning. Neither of them had known that his commute would be such a strain, they hadn't moved that far... but the construction in this part of town had been unexpected. And awful. Work had been terrible, his boss breathing down his neck with so much of his department out sick, on paternity leave, or laid off. His workload had tripled and now the manager only had two employees to oversee instead of seven. Which turned a normally enjoyable job into a horror show of micromanagement. As he neared the bottleneck of the construction, the left two lanes ending, an old beat up white pickup with only half a bumper came flying up the shoulder. He slammed on the gas, veering to the right, his heart pounding in his chest as the asshole knocked over three of the barrels, careening through the space where his Mazda had just been. Most people would have frozen in that moment, slamming on the brakes instead of the gas, and it would have potentially cost him his life. The pickup cut off the next two lanes, moving across the whole of the highway before riding the other shoulder to the next exit. As the shock dissipated, rage bubbled in his heart as he leaned out the window, screaming. A vein bulged in his forehead, and the car behind him honking to move forward into the two car lengths that had opened in front of him was maddening. Fury driving his hand much as he drove the vehicle, he pulled back into his lane and made it through the bottleneck. Where normally the renewed flow of traffic, that moment of bliss when two lanes becomes four and the road is open, would bring him peace... he had only rage. Visions of the white pickup clobbering him wouldn't go away, and his chest was tight as he finished his drive home. By the time he pulled into his driveway, his fury was gone and only weariness remained. He wanted nothing more than to sink into his couch with a beer and let his mind empty in front of the television. He wanted to not move, not think, and not exist... just for a little while. Her car was in the driveway - she beat him home, as usual. He hoped she wouldn't need much attention tonight, he didn't think he had it in him to be comforting and consoling about whatever inane gossip was going on with "the girls at work" today. He stopped, his hand on the doorknob, and banished those thoughts. I love her. Yeah, I had a shit day but if she needs me, I'm there for her. With a deep breath, he stepped in through the door. "Sweetie, I'm home!" Silence. Maybe she was asleep? With a weary sigh, he closed the door and pulled his shoes off, leaving them in the entryway before trudging to the kitchen. Beer in hand, he lowered himself onto the couch and grabbed the remote, looking for something completely mindless. Even in his exhaustion, he couldn't help his smirk as he heard the crinkling coming down the stairs. He stilled his face, hiding the growing glee as the crinkling came closer. He took a moment to admire her when she stepped between himself and the TV. Light brown hair tied back in pigtails with huge pink bows, shining green eyes and a smattering of freckles across her nose. That one tooth that wasn't quite straight in her otherwise flawless white smile. The tiny dimple in just the left cheek. Her shirt was three sizes too small, making her pert breasts seem larger. It proclaimed "Daddy's Princess" in sparkly white letters on the pink fabric. The skirt she wore was short, soft, and frilly - a light blue to match one of the striped knee socks she wore, the other a pink that matched her shirt. And her diaper was impossibly thick and unhidden by her skirt, she had to be wearing three layers, making her walk an absurd waddle, a cacophony of crinkles. Happy stars and clouds showed that she was dry - but that was expected with the amount of padding she had on, she could be soaked under there and the wetness indicator would lie for her. He felt a stirring in his pants at the thought. She had introduced him to this idea, to being his baby girl... but he loved it. With effort, he kept the shining beam of glee from his face with incredible willpower. "Hi Daddy." She put her hands behind her back and rocked from side to side. "Can I have a drink of your pop pretty please?" "Oh princess, this isn't for little girls. This is a daddy drink." He watched her face fall, her lip poking out as she pouted at his refusal. "But Daddy." He moved his drink quickly as she climbed into his lap, scrunching that padding against him as she spread her legs wide to put a knee on either side of him. "I'm real real thirsty. Real thirsty." "What does my pretty little girl want to drink?" "Your pop!" She sniffled dramatically, tilting her head so her eyes looked larger, batting her eyelashes at him. "I'm soooo thirsty, Daddy!" He leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on her soft, pouting lips. "Let's get you a bottle, sweetie. We'll lay you down in my lap and you'll have a nice bottle while we watch some cartoons." "I don't want a bottle, daddy! Bottles are for babies and I'm a big girl." Her diaper crinkled loudly as she shifted in his lap, crossing her arms. "Please please pretty please may I have some pop?" With a stretch, he set his beer on the table beside the couch, wrapping one arm behind her back before plunging a finger through the legband of her diaper, brushing his fingertips through the bush hidden within. She squeaked and wiggled, turning a bright shade of red. "Well, you are still dry - does that mean that someone changed you just before I got home? Were you good for the babysitter?" "She was so mean! I had one tiny accident and she put me in extra diapers!" She rubbed her eye dramatically with the back of one hand. The fictional babysitter often set the mood for their play, whether his princess was going to be a good girl for him... or if she'd need some adjustment. "I'm sure her note will tell me exactly what was going on." He slid his hand down her back and patted her bottom while he brought her head to his shoulder with the other hand. She melted into him as he tapped a rhythm gently on her backside before standing, settling her on one hip easily. His friends had teased him about dating a girl a foot shorter than he was... even he had no idea how wonderful that would turn out to be. He walked toward the kitchen, he stress and worry left on the couch as he carried the most precious treasure in the world to the kitchen as she snuggled against him. "Dadddyyyyyy... " That childish whine, that tone, that word - filled him with more joy than he would have believed possible before he had lived it. His precious little girl was giving him the loveliest of gifts. Her submission fulfilled him. This was no tedious task, this was doting on the most precious person in the world. And as his hand gripped the soft padding of her diaper, he felt the last of his stress melt away. With effort and only one free hand, he prepared a bottle for his princess - her favorite one, adorned with sparkles and unicorns - full of chocolate milk, and settled back down on the couch. Her padded bottom was gentle set in his lap, her head cradled in one arm as she lay back. He placed her stuffed turtle in her arms as he reached his hand around, her head turning to accept the nipple of the bottle between her lips without fuss. As she suckled, as he watched her throat bob with the rhythm of the bottle, his free hand rested between her thighs, rubbing her thick diaper gently, patting every so often and drawing a soft moan from her. His own manhood was throbbing in his jeans as his love sucked at the offered nipple, her eyes closed, her hips grinding ever so slightly against his hand. He took the bottle gently when it was drained, a small trail of chocolate milk trailing from a corner of her mouth. Setting it aside, he drew her closer as he kissed it away, tasting the chocolate on her face and tongue. Her own tongue slid beyond his teeth as their lips locked, dancing with his own as she held his hand between her legs, pressing his fingertips against her diaper. A long, low moan came from her as they kissed, a tiny gasp as it broke. "I love you Daddy." Her voice didn't have quite the same degree of innocence it had earlier. "Fuck me. Please?" "Oh but you're so beautifully padded, princess." He grinned wryly as he rubbed against her diaper. "Maybe we should just slip some nice locking panties on over that thick diaper and put you in your crib for the night?" "Nooooo!" Lust was in her eyes as she whined, sitting up to straddle him again, her back arched and leaning in close as she slowly ground her hips back and forth, sliding the diaper against his pants. "Daddy, I'm horny. Please? Please daddy?" Those little pouting eyes were back, but there was a different glint to them, a hungry one. She leaned forward and kissed him again, dragging her diaper against his pants, rubbing against his member and making his blood stir in him. "Please daddy." Her teeth against his jaw, his neck, his ear. A flick and touch of her tongue. A sultry whisper. "Fuck me... " Without another word, he stood, hooking a finger in the waistband of her innermost diaper and giving a tug, yanking them down over her body. Her hands went to his pants, unbuttoning them quickly and yanking them down in kind. He grabbed her hips and lifted, hoisting her into the air, her skirts bouncing. He sat back down on the couch, holding her close, holding her to him as he lowered her gently onto his cock. She was warm and wet, a sharp gasp coming from her as he slid deep. "Daddy... ohhh... " Her nails dug into his shoulders as he rocked, his hands on her hips, moving her back and forth, lifting her slightly as he fucked her, pulling his own hips back to withdraw just to plow into her again, drawing a small grunt from her each time. "Who's my precious princess?" The feel of her surrounding him was amazing, the nails raking his back equally so, as he kissed her neck, bouncing his girl on his lap. "Me Daddy, me!" She arched her back, letting out a long moan. "And what's my princess good for?" "Fuck me!" She howled as she bounced in kind, rolling her hips and biting his lips. "I'm good for fucking. Use me, Daddy! I want you!" "I'm in you." His growl rumbled in his chest as he thrusted, his fingers digging into her soft skin. "You're mine. You're my princess, my doll, and my fucktoy." Each word drew a new moan from her as she spasmed, her thighs shaking as she came. He knew her buttons well. "When I'm done fucking you... " He pumped furiously as he held her tightly, grinning madly at the line of drool that slid down her face, her tongue hanging out. "I'm going to lay you back down, I'm going to put those diapers back on you, and you're not allowed to speak the rest of the night. I'm going to fuck you so hard that you'll only have baby babble tonight!" She let out a piercing moan as she spasmed again, squeezing his manhood inside her. Their breath was in ragged unison as they moved, her skirts bouncing over his bare thighs. "What do you say?" "Yes Daddy!" She gasped between words, barely coherent. "Thank you Daddy. Oh god... " "Cum for me again, princess. Now!" She shuddered another climax as he felt himself peak as well, lifting them both off the couch with his thrusts. He arched his back and let out a long moan as she continued to grind against him, driving him completely over the edge. When they were done, when they had a moment to breathe, he laid her down as promised. He put her carefully back in those three diapers, knowing that they would be soaked by bedtime. And she didn't say another word the rest of the night, pointing and babbling and bouncing, bringing joy to his heart.

Thanks! It was supposed to be a bit longer, but I was having a rough day emotionally yesterday. It's nice to be writing a bit again!

She couldn't help but pout, her lower lip protruding and quivering at the unfairness of the situation. Daddy had come and gone, but not before he had made a few changes around her apartment. He paid for it, she was his trophy, his eye candy, his girl when he was away. His wife knew about her. He had permission. They had even all met a few times - she was a nice lady, but it was clear why he wanted her. She turned her pouting lip away from her dresser and toward the camera that was watching her from the corner of the room. "Daddy!" She crossed her arms. "This isn't fair!" But she never knew if he was watching or not, never knew if he was listening. Her bestie, the only vanilla person who knew about her "lifestyle", was horrified at the invasion of her privacy, but she didn't understand. She didn't understand how completely she trusted him. How she had discovered him online, written him fanmail, worshiped him from afar - she'd never know what drew the artist's eye, but she had it and she blissfully belonged to him. She pointed an accusing finger at her underwear drawer, at the conspicuous lack of panties. She quickly tried the other drawers - skirts, tops... and one drawer that was locked. "Daddy, I want my panties back!" She knew better. He had trained her better over the years she had been playing with him, flirting with him, teasing him. Just in case, she grabbed her phone and snapped a picture of the drawer full of pull ups, sending it to him with the sobbing emoji, repeated five times. Daddy. I want my panties back! ... Please! ... She stared at the dots, her heart pounding. She was goading him, he had only left yesterday. The DD/lg stuff was new. She had been his sub for almost three years now, his date to any function - he'd fly her out if there was an event out of town, but Chicago was his favorite kink town, so that's where she lived now. She had been his ponygirl, she had been his rubber maid, she had been bound and plugged and dragged through the dungeon by her hair... and she was the envy of every girl in the scene. She had bagged the ever reclusive Artist - they never knew that he had been "single" because his true love wasn't kinky. Now he wanted something new, and he was encouraging her to fight back, to taunt him, to rebel, to goad - a very different taste from the days of high protocol dinners. A new flavor of fun. The idea of him "regressing" her had caused her to balk, but he had coaxed her into it. It wasn't a hard limit, after all - it was a soft limit, and they were both all about finding exactly where the soft limits became absolute. She had always had a bratty streak, now she finally had permission to lean into it. Close the drawer. She beamed, waiting for him to reveal where her panties were - she had no idea what modifications he had made to the apartment, but he and a small crew of guys from the dungeon had worked on the place for days. So much so that she was extra pouty about how little time she got with him. Slowly, she pushed the drawer closed, staring up at the camera. A loud click came from her dresser, from the two top drawers. Her phone blinked to life again. Get dressed. Including your toy. Is that where they got to? Greedily, she opened the other drawer and spun, her jaw dropping. "Daddy!" The locked drawer had her toy after all... atop a stack of diapers. Pink and purple and thick, covered in cartoonish squirrels. She spun and glared at the camera, her fists balled at her sides... but inside she was thrilled. It was all part of the act - he wanted her to fight back, and so she obeyed. Just as surely as she had been his dinner plate at one function, his stool at another, his arm candy, his demonstration doll. She lived to submit to him, it fulfilled her in a way that was more satisfying that she had imagined when she was merely lusting after him. And so she'd obediently disobey. "Daddy no!" His voice came from the camera. Calm, collected, cool. Confident. That was the word for him, and it practically radiated from him. He was in command of any room he entered, not by virtue of his height, nor by virtue of his build - no, it was purely with his presence. "Obey little girl. I'm timing you. Get your toy in place and your diaper on or I'll make you wear two." She shivered. The diapers were so thick, and they were new to her - he had only introduced her to this kind of play that very week. She had done depraved things in crowded streets, kneeling before him at Mardi Gras, walked naked on a leash through events, she had debased herself a thousand ways for him. Yet her blush was genuine as she lay on the bed, her hands trembling as she squirted lube on the vibrator - not that it needed much in her excitement - and slid it inside her. She lay so her sex was fully exposed to the camera, not knowing if he was watching alone or with a friend - or even with his wife. Gingerly, she pulled the thick padding up, grabbing the powder from the dresser and sprinkling a generous amount on herself. At least I won't have to use it with him away... She needed to go already, too. Her breath short, she taped one side closed and then the other, batting her eyelashes at the camera. "All done, Daddy." Silence. She waited a long time, the silent vibrator inside her, her legs spread as she waited for his word. Something had taken his attention away from her, his favorite toy, but she waited patiently... wondering if this was a test. Was it obedience to wait patiently like a good toy? Or was it obedience to disobey... Their game had taken on a new dimension with this turn. She waited, her hand going to the padding between her legs, rubbing gently, wishing the vibe would spring to life. It didn't. Nor did his voice come from the camera. Her phone didn't light up. With a pout, in nothing but a t-shirt and the diaper, she wandered toward the bathroom, wondering if she could relieve herself while he was occupied. Only to find that the door to her bathroom was locked. The handle was new, silver where it had been brass a few days prior. "Oh no... " Frantically, she tugged at the knob. "No no no no... " She had only wet once and it had been incredibly embarrassing, under his watchful eye. She ran back to her room, grabbing her phone. Master, my girlfriend is coming over tonight! Please unlock the bathroom before she gets here! Her eyes went from the camera, back to her phone, only to return quickly to the shiny, black, all-seeing eye in her bedroom. Only then did she realize her mistake. She stared at the formal title, the one she had been calling him for years, the one that was off-limits for the moment. Daddy! Please! I'll be a good girl! He had met her girlfriend. They had his blessing. She was the outlet for her more... dominant feelings. They were both switches and the struggle for dominance between the two rather submissive women amused him deeply. ... She waited as the dots danced again, her fate hanging in the balance. Get dressed. Shortalls and pigtails. Go pick up the dry cleaning. If you're quick, you'll be back before she arrives. She gaped, pondering whether it was time to use her safeword. It was only for dire moments, they had agreed to always push each others' soft limits. Was this a soft limit or a hard limit? She closed her eyes, assessing her feelings. A swirl of anxiety and fear... and excitement. Yes Daddy. She waddled to her closet, still awed by the sheer amount of childish clothing he had purchased for her - he had obviously been pondering this adventure in their relationship for a while. It was true she was uncomfortable, but wasn't that what stretching boundaries was all about? As she pulled the shortalls up her legs, the vibe sprang to life inside her, causing her to jump. She squeaked in a way that she was sure brought him a chuckle. The intensity reduced, but the toy stayed on, a low hum inside her diaper. Biting her lip, she fastened the buckles on the shortalls and began tying her hair back as instructed. There was no doubt in her mind that he was watching as she did, the intensity of the vibrator increasing as she tried to tie one side before moving to the other. She found herself leaning on her dresser for support as the pleasure rolled through her. She wanted nothing more than to drop to her knees and rub furiously at her diaper, rocking and encouraging the vibrator to move against her clit just so... But she knew that the moment she did that would be the moment that he turned it off. After a half-dozen more tries, she finally had her hair back in pigtails, instantly dropping her apparent age by ten years. She put one finger to her mouth and bit her lip as she looked toward the camera, bending her knees and pouting. "Did I do good, Daddy?" She had yet to figure out what worked and what didn't in this new flavor of their familiar game, but the rewarding buzz inside her was certainly positive reinforcement. "Please Daddy, will you unlock the bathroom for me?" Her phone buzzed on the dresser top. Ask your girlfriend... or should I say your babysitter. She has access to your vibe and the bathroom. Have fun.

Maybe! I miiiiiiight be writing one right now.

Thank you! But you got the desire backwards. Doing something so that someone else will do another thing for you is the road to sadness in a relationship. The path to happiness lies in the desire to give, not the desire to receive - that said, if you're always giving and never receiving, that should be a discussion... but you should give to give, not give to get! She sought to please him even after he had blown her mind with edging and orgasm, she had already received. She was more than happy to give.

Her breath was caught in her throat. Her sense of smell, her sense of hearing, her sense of touch... all felt impossibly sharp in the absence of sight and hearing. He had taken that away from her. The straitjacket was surprisingly comfortable. She felt safe in her predicament, laying on the couch in the living room. His living room. She could sense his movement around her, micro shifts in the air, changes in pressure. She tried to imagine him moving around, though she was distracted by the sound of her own breath, air rushing in and out of her nostrils as she forced herself to breathe again. Those last few touches had been intense, his tongue on her inner thigh. She was naked under the jacket, and she looked forward to being used by him. ...whenever he decided it was time. Every hole was aching for him, for his kiss, for his tongue, for his cock. He had used them all before, one way or another, and she was hungry for more. He had shown her new heights of sensuality, new ways to give herself to him. This was only their second time doing sensory deprivation, and she was loving it. The anxiety, the tension, that he could start in on her in some new place, some new touch. She moaned into her gag, the large rubber ball held tightly between her lips, as he dragged something - a feather? - along her legs, his lips pressing against hers just above the gag. There was something about a gagged kiss that was magical, his lips to hers with no choice... a perversion of a deeply romantic gesture. He kissed her lips over and over as she squirmed, the feather running up and down her thighs, coming oh-so-so close to her mound, dripping for him already. The straitjacket didn't have one strap through the legs like she had expected, it had two - one that went around each thigh, leaving her completely exposed. Aching for him. The headphones lifted - heavy things that blocked out all sound - and his breath was in her ear. "Are you enjoying this, my pet?" The words curled in her stomach, not butterflies but some serpent, dark and coiled - fear and helplessness and love, all mixed together. She was a pet to him, a toy, to be dressed and played with as he saw fit. And the reminder drove her wild. She nodded vigorously. "I have taken your sight, I could take your hearing again, I could wrap you in tape and take your touch." A fingertip parted her lips, dragging slowly through her juices. It took everything she had not to moan, she dared not interrupt him. "I can take everything from you. Do you like that?" A moan from deep inside her, from that serpent in her belly, came forth in lust and joy as she nodded again, her body shivering. She wanted him to take everything. "Such a good girl." The serpent preened inside her, tingles rushing through her, making her brain fuzzy. "I think I'll take something new from you tonight." She grinned like a fool around the gag. Nothing was better than new. He had showed her so much and she knew there was so much more to come. And that she would come so much more. She heard a plastic rustling, something retrieved from a bag? He adjusted her on the couch, lifting her knees until they were near her chest. She didn't fight, she didn't resist. She was a good girl, after all. "You're so wet... " She nodded, pulling at her arms just to feel again how helpless she was, how trapped she was, how inescapable it was. ...it wasn't, of course. She knew she could let out three sharp sounds or stomp her foot and he would stop. He was good about that, regardless of the reason. She was loathe to use it, however, preferring to see where he would take her - she had gotten in trouble for not using her safeword - or safesignal - before. The straps of the straitjacket loosened at her thighs and she felt disappointment rise within her. She whimpered and shook her head, trying to tell him that she didn't want out. She wanted him to fuck her in the jacket, to use her the way she wanted to be used. "Shh, shh. You're my good girl, pet. Trust me." She nodded, mollified. The rustling sounded again, closer. Right next to her. She felt him lowering her back down onto the couch, spreading her legs apart. He pulled something up between her legs, softness enveloping her nethers. "Good girl, good pet. Stay still for me." Confusion filled her as she heard the sound of tape ripping, as the softness got tighter around her. His hand pressed against her, a barrier between his fingers and her sex. Softness that was surprisingly comfortable, hugging her bottom. She whimpered again, grinding her hips at his hand, surprised at how good it felt. He chuckled, that sound of deep amusement at the antics of his pet. A gentle, condescending laugh, one of the many things she adored about him. The straps tightened around her again, the plastic rustling as he buckled the straitjacket closed again, crinkling as he pulled her to a sitting position and straddled her, running his fingers through her hair and kissing all around her gag. "Such an obedient pet. You don't deserve to be human, do you?" She shook her head, her lips brushing against his. His words were fire inside her. "You don't want control, do you? You want to be. My. Good. Girl. Daddy's good girl." A kiss punctuated each word, an entirely new thrill coursing through her. He had called himself that before and it brought a special tingle to her, one that was completely unexpected. She felt the blindfold coming loose as he climbed off of her. The world was shockingly bright, even though the lights in the living room were dimmed. And she found herself looking at an odd sight. A blonde woman on a couch, gagged, a thin line of drool coming from one corner of her mouth, her eyes clouded by lust. The pink straitjacket, holding her arms in a tight hug around her. And where she expected to see her exposed pussy, she saw a puffy, pink thing with ponies prancing on it, taped at her hips. Her eyes widened in shock. "Tonight, I'm taking something very basic from you, my pet." His fingers in her hair. His smile next to her in the mirror, gentle and domineering, so pleased with his toy. Her panic subsided at that expression, the strangeness of it all muted. "Tonight I take a basic bodily function from you. I take your control, which you just told me you didn't want, after all." She nodded as he brought the wand forward, buzzing to life in his hands. She watched herself in the mirror as he pressed it against the diaper he had put her in, the soft padding vibrating around her, a fold of the diaper working its way between her lips, buzzing with joy. Lust clouded her eyes anew as she found herself grinding against it. His free hand gripped her chin, holding her steady, his lips kissing her cheek as he whispered to her. "Keep watching. Be my good girl. Who's Daddy's good girl?" Me! She called into the gag, her sound meaningless but understood nonetheless. She felt the orgasm building inside her and she bucked, moaning into the gag. The vibe went dead and a whine of disappointment came from her as he kissed around her gag again. "Does my pet want more?" She nodded vigorously and was rewarded with her toy springing to life once more, drawing another long moan from her. He brought her to the edge again, stopping again and making her plead for it, wordlessly, helplessly, until she was half-mad. On and off, on and off, he edged her, goading her. Her hips rocked furiously in the diaper, desperate for release from the burning lust he cultivated in her. "Ah ah, pet." He kissed the tip of her nose, though her grinding didn't stop. "You're going to give up control for me, remember?" She looked at him, confused. What control do I have left? She had given everything, she couldn't move, she couldn't beg, she could only plead with her eyes - and he could take that too at his whim. "Let go and wet yourself, pet. Use your diaper for me." She hesitated, unsure, but a quick buzz, touch, and stop reminded her what was at stake. And she let go, her cheeks flushing deep red in the silence of the room, a soft hiss coming from between her legs. She felt the diaper expand as it absorbed her helplessness. "Such a good pet... " His voice was confidence, poise, control. Everything she lacked. "Such a good girl." He rubbed the warm padding with his hand, bringing a new feeling, an amazing feeling. "I'm going to reward you for making Daddy proud." The wand returned, familiar but entirely new. The puffy, soggy padding pressing against her, vibrating against her was a hundred times better than the dry diaper had been. An animal moan of pleasure tore from her as her bucking returned, grinding furiously, her back arched. The first orgasm came quickly, curling her toes and rolling her eyes - but he didn't stop there. He lowered the intensity as she rode the feeling, the glow rising inside her. And he spoke in those soft tones of complete ownership. "Good girl. Good girl. You don't need to worry about anything. You're my sweet pet and you'll always be rewarded for submitting to me. Such a good girl." She panted, laying dead against the couch as she glowed... before the vibrator came back with a new intensity, quick touches against the diaper, reviving her arousal anew. Her eyes widened as he worked the wand expertly against the padding, controlling her body with those touches just as surely as he had guided her arms into the sleeves of the straitjacket. And she came. And came. And came again, each orgasm fresh and special, a new depth to her submission. Soon, the vibe was being tied against her leg, her gag removed as she was shifted to a sitting position, her mouth ready to be used. She gave him all the tender attention, all the lust and vigor, that he had given her, worshiping him with her tongue. He was throbbing, his arousal at new heights, more turned on than he had ever been with her before. As he pumped against her mouth, his hands gentle but firm on either side of her head, a half-thought passed through her mind. Diapers. Who knew?

It did take a long time! It was a lot of work and a lot of fun. I had hopes that this story would get me ALL THE POINTS... but it didn't lol. Still, it was a fun exercise. Thank you for reading it!

She'll never see Kimmy again. She was paid off, Kimmy was only worth so much to her.