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  1. "No, Aimee, for the millionth time, I won't diaper you. You're my roommate, not my baby. I'm sorry your job sucks, but do you really want to just throw away your adulthood?" Fiona was exasperated at her roommate's constant attempts to get her to Amazon-up and baby her. She kept finding Little goods catalogs casually left around the apartment, showing happy Amazon mommies cuddling their fully-grown adult Littles. They watched the news together, they both knew how bad it could be on other islands. Catalon, for example, didn't even see Littles as persons. They were second-class citizens at best, pets at worst. No Little there went undiapered. Here on Gaule things were drastically different. Gaule still had a thriving native Little population, most of them fully functioning adults. "Fiona, c'mon.. we've known each other forever. You can't honestly say you haven't wanted to see me in a diaper, even one time?" Aimee blinked her long black eyelashes at her roommate. She had her blonde hair in ringlets and was wearing a pink t-shirt with Tinkerbell on it, Patron Saint of Diapered Littles, under her shortalls. She purposefully dressed in a way that made her cute and vulnerable. She had the blonde hair and blue eyes that most Amazons prized, but Fiona just wouldn't budge. "I can honestly say I have never wanted to see you in a diaper, you silly Little. If you want to be adopted that badly, why don't you just go stand in the middle of a store and pee yourself?" Fiona folded her arms across her chest, covering up the TARDIS on her worn t-shirt. She leaned away slightly from her pushy roomie. "Owie," Aimee frowned, "I don't want just anyone, Fi.. if I did that, who knows what would happen. I could end up in an orphanage or something, I don't want that. And my job sucks more than you can even imagine. And it's not like you need my help to pay the rent! You just got promoted AGAIN." Fiona would be the perfect mommy, Aimee just knew it. She knew that if she could just get her friend to buckle once, to see how wonderful it was to snuggle someone who needed you, everything would just fall into place. She stared up into her friend's green eyes, reaching up and flipping her tight brown ponytail. Fiona hated makeup and her long hair, she'd shave it off if she could, but she needed it in her climb to the top at work. "I have zero interest in taking care of someone's diapers, and you're an adult. You're my friend. We play games and watch movies. And yes, I got promoted but that doesn't mean you can just give up on being an adult. How is your job that bad?" "I'm a greeter, Fiona. A greeter. I greet people. I stand on top of a big platform in a cutesy costume and I welcome people into the store. For eight hours. Each day. I already wear diapers at the store, they're not a big deal. They're actually really comfy. I hate changing myself though, and I hate using our stupid giant toilet here." Fiona didn't mind all the Little-aid devices that were around the house that allowed Aimee to live a normal, adult life. The ladder on the toilet didn't seem like it would be that bad to her. "Tough nuggets, Aims. I'm not changing your diapers, you aren't my Little. If you're so keen on being a baby, why haven't you put out an ad or gotten adopted by someone while you're on the job?" "Oh yeah, I want someone I don't know, or someone who works at the same awful store as I do as my mommy. No. My badge says clearly that I'm licensed, nobody can claim me without my permission. I give you permission!" Aimee flung herself into Fiona's arms, knocking Fiona's controller out of her hands, clutching at her shirt and clinging to her. "Ugh," Fiona pushed the Little back onto her own couch cushion, "For the last time, no. And it's your turn to cook tonight. Finish your move in the game and go start dinner while I take my turn." "It's not fair," Aimee whined, turning back to the TV and picking up her controller, "I thought all you Amazons had crazy hormones that made you want to baby cute Littles like me." Aimee put in her orders, instructing her civilization that all Littles should be diapered no matter what, which caused her international reputation to plummet. She ended up making choices like these in most of the games they played, Littles ended up diapered like it was the way things were supposed to be. Fiona thought her dear friend should probably visit a therapist to talk about it, but any time she pressed the issue, things went very badly. "You're not as cute as you think," Fiona tickled her roommate as she delivered the joke, "And who would honestly want to wipe someone else's butt? I've never understood it." "You're supposed to want to, we're supposed to be irresistible. I know it's not me, I get asked to come home with a customer at least once a week," Aimee sighed, knowing not to push this too far, Fiona would get really upset if anyone implied she was abnormal, "I just wish you wanted me that way, Fi. You're really great." Fiona allowed Aimee to lay her blonde curls across her Amazon lap. Aimee finished her turn from this odd angle, it didn't matter that they watched each others' turns - they always had it set so they were in a permanent alliance. It was always the two of them against the world. With a dramatic sigh, Aimee put the controller down on the coffee table and trudged to the kitchen. Aimee was actually a really good cook, she had this knack for knowing exactly what spices and what proportions to use, she never used a cookbook or a recipe. Tonight was chicken enchiladas, one of Fiona's absolute favorite of Aimee's dishes. Fiona chose to dream of her wonderful, gooey, cheesy chicken delights rather than focusing on how Aimee was getting incredibly pushy again. She hadn't pushed this hard in a while, things must actually be pretty rough at her job. The last time she got in a big fight at work, before she changed jobs, Aimee had actually started having "accidents" in the apartment, but Fiona had made it clear that she was either to take care of her own diapers or find another place to live. They'd been friends forever, but she just wasn't going to deal with that. Aimee's bladder control returned miraculously shortly afterward. Aimee was right, they didn't need her money to pay for anything in the apartment. Fiona had just made VP at work and money was not an issue.. but she really, truthfully had no interest in owning a Little. She never had, no one in her family did. She had grown up very nearby a Little community and had been friends with many in her youth, the thought of treating her good friend like a baby was just weird. She didn't understand why anyone would want it at all. Littles were adults, they weren't as smart or as strong as an Amazon, but they grew up and learned things and had thoughts and feelings just like anyone. They could be productive members of society, they could fall in love. Not that Fiona understood a lot about love, either. She focused on her turn, using her civilization to make peace on behalf of their alliance. The President of her democratic government was a Little, and had to spend a lot of time explaining her backwards partner's anti-Little attitudes. Honestly, it made the game more challenging. Fiona hated it when they teamed up and the game was too easy, she may as well just play solitaire. But she got to build up her military to defend Aimee's borders and work out the diplomacy, while at the same time protecting her own Littles from the worldwide attitude shift that Aimee's civ caused. Dinner was wonderful as always, Aimee put Fiona's own culinary skills completely to shame. The spanish rice and black beans were perfect. Fiona took just a moment to wipe the footprints off the countertops, it was totally and completely worth it. As was the deal, Fiona took care of all of the dishes on Aimee's night to cook. She helped Aimee down from her Littles chair and took her cartoonish pony plate and rubber fork. Aimee bought those with her own money, she wasn't going to make her get rid of them. If Aimee really wanted to wear diapers and be a baby, that was fine.. as long as she did her share of the chores, kept cooking her wonderful meals, and took care of her own diapers. In fairness, Aimee's share of the chores was smaller. She had to go to extra effort to make meals large enough to satisfy Fiona's Amazonian hunger so Fiona took care of the majority of the chores in general, especially the ones that would require more strength than Aimee had. Fiona took care of most of the dishes and the garbage, Aimee did a lot of the cooking and always took care of her own laundry. As usual, the pair stayed up a little bit too late playing their game. Aimee fell asleep on the couch during a particularly difficult turn for Fiona, who carried her off to bed and tucked her in. Aimee had to struggle very hard not to smile as her giant friend carried her, cradled in her strong arms. She "fell asleep" like this quite often, she'd hate to tip off Fiona that it wasn't always real. Being carried was addictive though, Fiona was always so careful, so gentle. Before leaving the Little's bedroom with its tiny furniture, she shook her head as she picked up a fallen pacifier and dropped it on Aimee's desk. She slipped out quietly and closed the door, then closed the smaller, Little door as well with a soft click. Fiona was pretty sure that her Little friend's longing was just a "grass is always greener" situation, she wouldn't actually like life as a babified Little. And even though she had mentioned it, she would be heartbroken if an Amazon came and took her best friend away from her. Somehow she didn't think she'd be able to go have video game playdates as a visitor in a nursery. She sighed as she climbed into her own normal-sized bed, fully expecting to wake up to Aimee snuggled in her arms in the morning. The thought brought a smile. They were best friends, but Fiona really did love Aimee in a way. She wasn't exactly sure in what way, and she wouldn't ever call the feeling "love", but she knew it was there. Her thoughts turned to the stresses of her new position. She was rubbing elbows with a different class of people now, there was a big difference between being a Senior Director in the firm and a Vice-President. Tomorrow was the start of her second week in her new office on the 14th floor, and she was still finding her footing. She wasn't used to having a secretary or having to talk to people outside the firm as part of the job. It was a new skill set she was having to hone. She had the knowledge and the expertise from the internal-facing side, but she had to succeed in this external interfacing capacity if she were going to continue her climb. It had been a long, hard road but she hadn't reached the peak yet. And she wasn't going to give that dream up for anything. Fiona was on a path to make her mark on the whole world, not just to help bring products to the market that made Little lives easier in Gaule, she wanted to reach a position where she could help Native Littles everywhere.
  2. Rosy,a girl around 24 losing her job as a space flight engineer, and having to return to her birth planet: Earth. Once there, she can no longer afford to keep her family in good standing with the goverment. SO in a last desperate attempt to save her family for the debt camps, she comes to see me. I'm Zeake Lafayette, a powerful crime lord who owns the Black Silk cartel, an illegal trafficking organization that spans several light years of human controlled space. But Rosy knows I have a sweet spot for girls in dire situations..... what she DOESN'T know is that my price is several years of slavery as my personal diaper pet. (If this intrigues you, Message me, or post a response) (Also, If this was the wrong place to post something like this go ahead and tell me, I'm all for learning! )
  3. My secret fetish(open)

    Lizzie is around 18 years old. She's average height, and a little chubby, but everyone thinks it's cute. Everyone thinks she's cute. She has poofy curls that she likes to put in pigtails or wears out, and her skin is a little lighter than caramel, meaning her mom is white and her dad is black. But she doesn't act it. Both her parents are smart and she grew up in a great environment. But her parents are away most of the time, but this time they are gone for a year. They trust her enough and love her, and so they leave her alone. Today she was going to try something new. She had ordered online around a week before they left a popular diaper brand that she had seen other girls wear on porn websites. They looked really thick and really cute, and decided to order plastic panties as well. Even enema, just to get into it. She he heard her doorbell ring and raced to answer. The mailman had already left and she was standing right in front of her big package. She he smiled and rushed it up to her room. She unpacked everything and began stripping her panties off. She unfolded a white and thick diaper and payed down. She pushed it up under her and folded it over her privates. She took the tapes and sealed it over. It was snug and fit, and really turned her on, she rubbed it a while, and decided she would wait for the plastic panties. She didn't put anything up and shoved her skirt back over her diaper. It barely covered, but no one would be over, anyways. Oh no. She heard the door open and close. She forgot she was having her best friend over!
  4. Teacher/Student RP?

    I'm in the mood for a Teacher/Student Roleplay Anyone else interested in playing the submissive student?
  5. Surprise Visit (Sexual)

    Lys had been feelings extremely horny the past few days. It’s been at least 4 days since she last saw her Daddy, and the feeling between her legs was getting stronger and stronger. She at least made effort to calm her desires, but there’s only so much a battery operated boyfriend can do; well, that and a plethora of fantasies. Before she met Daddy she had been a total prude. Her last sexual relationship was as exciting as watching paint dry, or at least, that’s how she likened it to. The most risqué act she had ever performed was having missionary style sex in her parents house while her parents were still home. She felt content before, but now, now she’s been exposed to more and her libido has begun to crave the attention. Tonight, she was going to solve her dilemma. No more cravings, no more sleepless nights, so more unfulfilling solo sessions. Tonight she was going to solve her problem whether or not Daddy wanted her to. When she first got back from out of state, her Daddy had given her a key to his place. She didn’t feel like she had earned it as they’ve only been playing together for a few weeks now. As she stood in front of his door, that line of logic faded. What mattered now was she wanted to quench the hunger dwelling in her sex organs. She wanted him in her. And now. Slowly, and with much trepidation, she slide the key into it’s hole. Gently at first, as she wasn’t sure was doing the right thing. She didn’t want to violate his trust with this forceful entry. After a few deep breathes, she didn’t care anymore. She knew what she wanted and she was going to take it. She turned the key, sliding the dead bolt from it’s receptacle and freeing the door. Feeling brave, and in control, she opened the door. As it revealed the living room, a rush of cold air from the AC’d house rushed over her bare legs. As the humid and warm outside air mingled with the cold dry air now brushing over her, her legs tingled. On any other day prior to meeting Daddy, she would have simply felt the goosebumps. Actually, prior to Daddy, she wouldn’t be wearing such a short dress. Or a dress at all. Prior to Daddy, she was a jeans and random t-shirt kind of girl. Prior to Daddy, a fun night would be her and her boyfriend hanging out and playing games, as she lounged around in comfy sweat pants. She would be preoccupied with raids and work, not hormones. Prior to Daddy, she wouldn’t feel the cold air rushing up her dress and hitting her wet diaper. As soon as she remembered she was wearing a diaper, she lost all her confidence. The butterflies in her stomach had made her forget she put it on earlier in the day to help her satisfy herself. Prior to Daddy, she would never have dreamed that she’d actually be begging to be put back in diapers. To have that thick padding between her legs constantly rubbing against her most sensitive spots. 4 weeks ago, the thought of wetting herself, on purpose, was outlandish. She shook her head, trying to refocus. Yes, she’s wearing a diaper. Yes, she’s in a wet diaper. A very wet diaper, actually. But this is what Daddy liked, and she wanted to give Daddy anything and everything he wanted so long as he takes care of her needs. Needs that she never knew burned so deeply. Quietly, she shut the door behind her. Daddy wasn’t in the living room which meant he was either in his bedroom, or in his office working. She wasn’t sure if this worked out for her. If he was in the living room, the surprise would already be over. She could face the consequences for showing up unannounced. Now, she had to sneak around the house as quietly as a crinkling diaper would allow her. There was a light on down the hallway, which meant he was in his office working. He would probably also be listening to music, a podcast, or listing to whatever video he was currently working on. It would certainly make sneaking up on him that much easier With care, she inched her way towards the office. Her every thought, her every breath even, was focused on being as quiet as possible. She could hear the crinkle as her legs moved, and the slight creak in the floor as her weight shifted. She knew Daddy had a good sense of hearing and unless she was careful, he could clearly hear her coming. Lys peaked around the corner, hoping her Daddy hadn’t heard her. Slowly the sight of her Daddy came into view. His back was still to do the doorframe. A wave of relief came over her. She accomplished her goal of sneaking up on Daddy. But now; now she had to actually surprise him and convince him to take care of her needs. The thought of what punishment lay ahead of her finally crossed her mind. Would a severe spanking be worth it? Last time he gave her a spanking it hurts for days afterwards. A constant reminder than she was owned. Worse, that she was just his little girl and he would honestly treat her as such. She hadn’t been spanked like that since she was 10. A few months ago she felt like an adult. An in-control adult. The floor suddenly creaked under her weight. She cursed these old floors. Daddy was certain to hear that, even with headphones on. Her breathing stopped, waiting for the reveal. What would her Daddy do? He hadn’t moved. He was still typing and clicking as if nothing ever happened. He must be editing some music, she thought. As she creeped closer, her breathing as controlled as she could with her nerves as volatile as they were. Even her hands were shaking from the anticipation. Never had she been more keenly aware of every inch of her body as she was right that second. That second when she raised her hand to finally make him aware of her presence, she noticed his screen. He hadn’t been working on a video like she had thought. No, he was working on a document. It looked kinda like a story actually. She couldn’t read most of it because of how small the font was, but the last line seemed to be in a larger font. It read “That’s when Daddy heard his little girl scampering across the room in a vain attempt to surprise Daddy. Only, little girls should know they can never get the better of their Daddy. That’s why they’re little girls still wearing diapers.†It sunk in. He hadn’t responded to the noises because he already knew she was there. Fixated on the screen, her hand withdrew. The jig was up. The sudden clack clack of typing jolted her from her frozen terror. All she could do was stand there, sullenly waiting for a response from Daddy. “There,†Daddy interrupted her thoughts, “that chapter is finished.†His chair creaked as he turned to face her. “I really should get a new chair; it makes too much noise. Kind of like my little girl who thinks she can just break into Daddy’s house without any consequences.†She wanted to respond. She wanted to blurt all how she couldn’t contain it anymore, that she just desperately wanted him in her. Instead, there was silence. Fear now gripped her. This wasn’t what she had pictured in her head. Instead, he was supposed to jump with joy and just take her. “Don’t tell me, little girl, you thought Daddy would just jump up and do whatever it is you came here for?†She nodded, like a little school girl who just got caught in a boys room, not a 28 year old women. Her eyes couldn’t bear to meet Daddy’s gaze. “See, this is why you’re just a little girl. You still think like one. Such a simple minded hope you had there.†He stood up, purposely staring down at the diapered girl before him. “Daddy has to work and make money to support himself and his little girl. Your diapers aren’t free and neither are these skirts you’re so fond of.†“You’re the one who makes me wear them!†Finally, some of that fire she was used to was coming back. In her adult life she would take no prisoners and if anyone slighted her in the least, they would pay the price. Her pride as an adult was returning! SMACK! “Who do you think you’re talking to, little girl?†Daddy responded back angrily. “I don’t recall asking you a question, now did I?†Lys rubbed her face. It wasn’t that he hit her hard, he never does, but the shock of it was enough to remind her what else Daddy was capable of. “No Daddy, you didn’t ask me a question. Sorry, Daddy.†“Now why did Baby Girl show up unannounced?†She played with her fingers. A unconscious reaction when she feared giving an honest answer. Lying was easy. Telling the truth, however, was something she sometimes couldn’t stomach. “I’m waiting.†“Sorry, Daddy. I, um,†again, the words were there in her head but her vocal chords just couldn’t process them for her. In her head, it sounded romantic, and amazing, and . . . She didn’t know, it just sounded like a dream. Smack! At least this time it was just her thigh. The shortness of her skirt not only made her skin crawl with every breeze, but it afforded her Daddy with ample opportunity to administer punishment. “Well, Daddy, you told me I had to, you know, um, pleasure myself, …, um, twice every day. And I tried, I really did. But I didn’t have anything to help, and well, I mean, it’s easier when Daddy is there to help.†He stared at her, giving no reaction or acknowledgement. She didn’t know if he was waiting for more of an explanation, or if he was mad. “Yes, but you are supposed to do it yourself. Having Daddy shove his cock into you until you cum isn’t what your punishment entails.†Those words made her visibly cringe. Having sex made her happy, but using words like the ones Daddy used always made her uncomfortable. She wasn’t raised around that kind of language. Deep down, she felt like it made her a prude, but she didn’t believe it was needed. It was something sluts and porn stars would use. It was objectifying. As she thought about how demeaning those words were, she felt that tingle again. That tingle that said she really wanted Daddy in her. That tingle that said those words turned her into a desperate sex craved diaper wearing . . . fuck toy. Her lips quivering, “I know, Daddy, but I just couldn’t. Only you can make me… you know,†she looked away. She couldn’t say this to his face. Quickly, he grabbed her by the chin, forcing her to stare him directly in the eyes. “Make you what, little girl?†Talking was difficult with his strong hands wrapped around her face. His fingers were a cage that held her face exactly where he wanted leaving her no escape. “Make me cum, Daddy.†He released his grip. “Stand here and don’t you dare move!†He waited for her to comply before briskly leaving the room. Lys stood there, waiting impatiently, shifting from foot to foot. The anticipation was killing her. Was he leaving to find something to punish her with, or was he going to take care of her needs? But why would he need to leave to do that? In the past when he was in the mood he’d just throw her down and take her through her diaper. She had egged him on, saying he couldn’t have his way with her when she was wearing a diaper. He certainly proved her wrong on that point. So what exactly was he doing, she kept wondering. After what felt like an eternity in her current state of arousal, her Daddy finally returned. Instantly she knew what toy he had brought back with him. “But Daddy . . .,†she whined at him. “Don’t you ‘but Daddy’ me, little girl. Daddy brought you something to help you.†Daddy wasted no time plugging in the Magic Wand he brought for his little girl. He found that it was one of the best ways to make a little girl cum in her diaper. “Now, make yourself cum.†He tossed her the Wand. Standing there, all she could do was comply. Nervously, she glanced around, unsure if she was expected to do it right there, standing in front of her Daddy, or sit down. Sensing her thoughts, “I want you on your knees. Right here. Now make yourself cum for Daddy.†With that, he pulled his chair back to himself, sat down and continued his writing. The vibrator clicked on. It’s high powered motor struggled against the diaper safely keeping Lys from having any unforeseen accidents. It’s motor would otherwise be too strong for her vagina to handle, but the diaper dampened it enough. Combined with the knowledge that it was her Daddy he forced her to wear them, the sensation would usually make her come to orgasm fairly quickly, and intensely. “Oh, one more thing.†He didn’t turn to face her, but spoke as if a higher voice. “You are not to cum until I said so. Is that understood, little girl?†“What … But, Daddy!……..†“Is that understood?†His voice boomed, more demanding that the last time. “Yes….Daddy……†The vibration against her clitoris was intense. After a long days buildup of sexual tension, finally being in Daddy’s presence made coming to orgasm easier. It’s what she had craved all day. His attention. But now he wasn’t giving it to her. Instead, he was completely and utterly ignoring her. Between the intense jolts coursing through her body, she would steal glances at the back of his head. His obvious refusal to acknowledge that his little girl was making the struggle to not cum more difficult. Oh how does he do this, she thought. First she wanted his attention so she could achieve orgasm, and now, here she was being denied just that, and yet it was making her oncoming orgasm even more intense. An orgasm was quickly building in her, sending jolts here and there forcing her hips to gyrate and the rest of her body to quiver in expected ecstasy. If she keeps going like this, she will cum without Daddy’s permission! As much as she didn’t want to, she gently laid off on the Wand, pulling it ever so slightly away from her diapered vagina. The motor hummer slightly louder and the muffled crinkle disappeared. “Exactly what do you think you are doing?†Daddy pushed Lys’ hand back towards her diapered crotch, only, deeper and harder than she originally held it. She was already close to climax and Daddy certainly wasn’t helped her keep her end of the bargain. It was difficult to keep her focus. If she focused, she could control her orgasm. If she could keep control, she might just be able to keep her bargain and Daddy wouldn’t punish her. Halloween was approaching and she was certain her punishment would be a very public display of her little girl state. More jolts coursed through her body. That thought wasn’t helping her keep control. She had to focus on something neutral. Something she wouldn’t associate with sex. Anything. Maybe if she found something in Daddy’s office, she could focus on that. With much will power, she forced her eyes open, hoping that a visual stimulus would stop her mind from wandering to all the fun things her Daddy could do to her. The darkness of her fantasy world disappeared, slowly, and focus came to her. Only, she didn’t find the escape she was looking for. Instead, Daddy stood before her, slowly and gently stroking himself in his erect state. Just seeing it made her body quiver more, bringing her within inches of orgasm. She breathed, slowly and controlled, trying her best to reign in her body, but her eyes couldn’t leave the sight of Daddy’s large throbbing manhood just inches from her face. Then it dawned on her: he had no plan to satisfy her. He was simply satisfying himself and denying her the orgasm she so craved as punishment for her trespass. She wanted nothing more than for Daddy to pull her diaper aside and ram her with the member throbbing before her face. She wanted him, violently. Yet, he was going to deny her that. As if on mental cue, she could feel Daddy’s hand on the back of her head, gently winding his fingers through his hair. Daddy knew this is one thing she didn’t like doing. It was always the last thing she offered up, and usually always just for a moment or two. Hoping she was wrong, she stole a quick glance up at her Daddy. His smile, however, told her exactly what he expected. A push on the back of her head again told her what she needed to do. Her mouth opened. She held his glance and he guided himself into her mouth. As the taste of precum hit her tongue, she lovingly wrapped her lips around his member. As much as she disliked giving Daddy a blow job, she also knew it turned him on immensely. Of course, anything that turned him on, turned her on. Unintentionally, she moaned as her diapered vagina sent her more jolts of pleasure. Which of course, made him enjoy her mouth even more. She knew it was only a matter of time before one or the other achieved orgasm. Having her Daddy cum in her mouth wasn’t something she wanted, but Daddy did whatever Daddy wanted. What worried her is that if he did fill her mouth with his cum, that meant she wouldn’t get hers. As much as she enjoyed a good time with the Wand, there was nothing that could replace knowing that her Daddy had cum in her. Again, the thought made her diapered crotch even more sensitive. She desperately wanted her Daddy to fuck her through her diaper. She realized that she was even talking like Daddy in her head. She wouldn’t even think that. She never used that language, even in her own fantasies. A sudden change of taste in her mouth brought her back. She focused again on Daddy’s face as he stared down at her. She knew what that taste meant, and the sudden change his his thrust, the rougher handling of her head as he took her by her mouth. He was going to cum. No, he was cumming. Right in her mouth. The taste of semen flooded her mouth, all while her vagina was craving it instead. The first time she ever gave a blow job, she was pleased to have made her Daddy cum, but she wanted it out of her mouth as quickly as possible, but with her orgasm so close, she didn’t know what to do. Daddy quickly pulled himself out of her mouth. Without a word, he leaned over and grabbed her arm and lifted her to her feet. In her rush she accidentally dropped the Wand. All that pleasure she was enjoying vanished. But the desires still burned deep in her. She still wanted him in her. Instead, she still had him in her mouth. She soon realized exactly what he expected of her. As she swallowed that realization she felt herself being pushed rather violently onto his chaise lounge. As the shock wore of, she could feel Daddy crawling on top of her. Her crotch burned with desire, yet, she knew that it wasn’t going to be the diaper keeping her chastised tonight. “Were you a good girl?†“Yes, Daddy, I made sure I didn’t cum.†“Good girl. Daddy now gives you permission to cum.†“Thank yo….†Without warning he entered her. She thought for sure Daddy wouldn’t be up for anything else. Yet, the feeling inside her told her otherwise. She was so distracted she hadn’t even realized that Daddy had pulled her diaper aside and taken advantage of her. Daddy didn’t waste anytime either. He intended for his little girl to cum, and cum hard. His violent thrusts penetrating her was sending her over the edge. This was the moment she had been craving the past few days. The sole reason she broke into Daddy’s place to surprise him. Her orgasm built even stronger. The taste of him still lingered in her mouth and the crinkling of her diaper as her Daddy fucked her hard sent jolts coursing through her body even deeper than before. It finally happened. “I’m cumming, Daddy! I’m cumming!†“Good girl. Now louder.†She obliged, repeating it over and over, louder and louder until her climax subsided. As her body relaxed, she felt Daddy slide out of her letting her diaper encase her once again. “Daddy, can you please change me?†He laughed. “No, but it’s time for you to go back home. Any back talking and I’ll strip you down to just your diaper before throwing you out.†She knew he was serious. She’s seen pictures of what he’s done to his other little girls. While many of them secretly turned her own immensely, the thought of explaining to her roommates why she’s wearing nothing but a diaper didn’t appeal to her. So instead of pushing the issue, she knew she could just change her diaper once she got home. With the faint sound of clacking behind her and crinkling beneath, she let herself out. It was still 2 more days until she was allowed to visit her Daddy again, so for now, this little encounter would have to suffice. - MolicareGirl
  6. RP Idea

    I'm in the mood for a kidnapping RP. something with pacifier gags and diapers,but bondage as well. I am open to ideas. Please reply or pm me if interested.
  7. Authors Note: Hello! You may be wonder "Who is this random poster? I never seen him before, this is his first post? What is he doing here?" Well, I am GLaDOS (Maybe I will tell you my real name in the future. Im shy!) I am 19 years old, and am a okay writer. I actually have been watching these forums for awhile, and reading these stories. So I thought, that maybe I would try writing my own. So finally I made a account and am deciding to write this story. I hope you guys like it, I am a Diaper lover, but this will have plenty of baby-ish things in it. I am also a guy, a straight guy, so it will be a bit sexual (Not that much). The main character is a female, a very good looking one... So sit back in your diapers, and enjoy Chapter 1: Walking the runway was Carmen's life. When she was only a couple years old, her parents laughed and enjoyed her sassy attitude, and good looks. In high school, she was always the popular one. Always gossiping, and being praised like a god of her 600 student class. When she was out walking under the bright lights, with the newest, and best styles, people couldn't help but gaze at her in awe. Carmen knew it, she was absolutely beautiful. Perfect, in fashion terms, all natural too. At the age of 22, the tall girl would walk down the street, having men stare at her, wishing to be this girls love. However, Carmen thought otherwise. She often slept with a man, possibly talked to him for a week or so, then dump him and ignore him. Usually for ridiculous purposes, she would move onto another male, and cast her spell. Carmen was sadly, extremely selfish, and greedy, expected from a girl who grew up in a rich family. She could never be happy, and as much money as she had, it was never enough. The model walks down the runway. Her hand stuck out with freshly painted, yellow finger nails that breezed past the exclusive designers under her. Carmen's long legs, swiftly hitting the ground, and crossing each other, as her backside bounced. Her newest summer style, a very short blue tennis skirt, with a extremely tight yellow and blue striped shirt. Both sides bouncing as the beauty turned her head for the camera. The lights from the cameras flashed, and people "Ooh"-ed and "Ahh"-ed at this masterpieces style. Turning around, kissing the crowd a good-bye, with the reddest of lipsticks she was wearing, and waving as her butt bounced. She walked back in, and her manager ran up to her "What was that?! Less.... Sexy next time! I said sexy, but not TO TO sexy! It was too much darling! Way too much!" she scanned Carmen as she rolled her eyes with a grim face, not minding the other models trying to get through "Ah! This lipstick! Too Bright darling! Too bright! It had to be two shades lighter my love!" The short woman, that Carmen usually referred to as "Miss Lafranz". A woman who swore up and down that she used to be a fashion icon. Lafranz dragged Carmen into her room, kissing her on both cheek as she sat down in her chair in the changing room. A young boy, who seemed to be very excited, quickly came and scraped the paint off her nails, and washed the enormous ammount of makeup off her face. He was maybe 19, and pulled out materials for a pedicure. Carmen still hollered at the new worker, as Lafranz yelled out her likes and dislikes. It was a very loud and stressful room, where she was the queen, and Lafranz was her advisor. This was her everyday life, and she shut her out, only speaking to scold her worker. "And next time you better do this!" "uh- huh" "I definitely liked this darling!" "uh-huh" "I think you need a little less this" "uh-huh" The only talk between the two, as finally, the boy finished and Carmen grabbed her bag, getting ready to walk out. Lafranz still chattered her ear off, until finally she forced a "Good-Bye" and left. She never knew there was so much detail on walking down a runway and looking pretty. Carmen did it all her life! Looking pretty was too easy, and she did it all through out her life. Walking down the street of New York, with her purse. Heels clicking, and boobs bouncing, just like she was walking down the runway. Her attire was simply a plain shirt, still showing off her breasts, a pair of tight black yoga pants, and her heels. What was she trying to do? Find her next prey, someone she could sleep with to celebrate another "job well done". The model knew it would be easy to take a man, and trick him into her web. Many males looked at her, but none stopped, until eventually, her heels clicking stopped in front of a tall, fancy hotel "Hello Ma'am!" Said a cute little doorman that saluted Carmen with a little smile "Hello... sir" Carmen already gave him a look, up and down. Cute, but, maybe immature and goofy. But he was her last chance of the night. "D-do you need anything?" "Oh.... No... I dont honey" "o-okay.... d-do you need anything?" He repeated nervous. Carmen liked this man, he was maybe older then her, 24. "You repeated yourself" The model walked in, swiping past him so he could breathe in her expensive scent. "You sure are the cutest doorboy this place has had. The old one was old, and creepy, but I like you... Maybe you can help me" "With what Ma'am! Your wish is my command!" his enthusiasm was a bit annoying, but he was a perfect subject "Mmm, how about you come up into my room...." The two went into the elevator. The buttons were clicked, and the elevator moved to the top floor of the fancy hotel. Carmen smiled, the spider she was, she caught another male to take into her lair. Although, he would never even come close to getting any farther with the beauty she was, then one night of the best sex he ever had, this was good one. The thing that confused her, was his attitude. He was nervous, but he wasn't responding to the fact that she was taking him up into her room. Carmen's words did have a hint of sexuality to them, but yet, he didn't act like he knew what was going on. The last trick she pulled off, the boy was literately tripping over himself, knowing he what was going on, like holding a dog treat in front of a puppy. He was tall, about the same height as her. His hair, a light brown, that complimented her brunette. Blue eyes, like hers as well. Carmen would probably also guess the size of other things to, by his reaction that they were having sex, but she couldn't tell, because he didn't know. "What is your name?" "Oh, its Bill. I know yours, its Carmen, you are a model! My boss told me about you, and told me to be really nice, because you are really nice" He smiled Wow, he seems kind of dumb. That doesn't matter, it is probably the reason he doesn't understand what was going on. The thought rolled out of her head, trying to think of some way to signal what was going on "Mmm-hmm, and im going to be really nice to you to" Carmen gave him a look. "Okay" he simply replied as the elevator door opened, to the pent house. Carmen stepped out. Like a snake in the jungle. She slithered over to the door, opening it, already unlocked as planned. "Come along" she pulled him in, letting him walk past, shutting the door and smiling. He looked around amazed at the decor, and beauty of the pent house. A amazing view out the big window they walked past, while walking to the models room. Carmen also shut her bedroom door, as soon as he was inside. He still didn't seem to react as the lights came on dim "So. What do you need?" Bill asked "Oh, I just thought I would give you a party, for a congrats on a new job as door boy. I said I would be nice to you" She moved her hands up her stomach, up and over her chest. Carmen's fingers also slid down to the tight yoga pants she was wearing, sliding across the surface of her privates. "What did you have in mind?" She took off her shirt, revealing her large breasts. They were natural, and firm aswell. Perfect, and the bra she wore was too small. Her hands un-strapped the back and it fell to the ground. Bill finally got the idea "Oh- no no, please.... uh- I got to go. Important door business" He started backing up, Carmen smiled. A shy one... "Whats wrong, I don't bite" There was no chance he had a small package, his privates already seemed to bulge out of the black dress pants he was wearing with a red, doorman coat. She came closer "I did-didn't plan this.... please, you don't want to" Carmen smiled and pushed up against him, sliding her hand down to his junk. I usually write a little longer, but im shortening it. Im not sure what people will think, but im hoping its good. Yes, there is not a lot of things you were wishing for, but it will come. Probably tonight!
  8. Rachel'S Days

    This is my first story on any AB/DL website, and like the second story I've ever written. Let me know what you guys think, and opinions are more than welcome (negative and positive.) Thanks much. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 1. Finally! Friday - 3:30 pm "No, I completely understand Mrs. P. Good speaking with you too." She hung up the phone and sulked off to her room, another plan and moment foiled by changed plans. It had been almost a month now, and she was begining to wonder if she was ever going to get a place to herself ever again. It wasn't Mrs. Peters fault, she and her husband both work random hours, and they never can be sure when they will get a moment to go out and treat themselves to a nice dinner or a movie. Much less a chance to plan a week in advance to hire a baby sitter for their daughter Carol. And she knew that. But she couldn't help being resentful of their position, and blaming them both for the fact that she couldn't get out for a brief vacation. She slipped back out of her blue jeans and donned back her peace sign pajama bottoms, she wouldn't be needing to get dressed now, and might as well be comfortable if she's going to be sitting around the house all night. "Oh well, whats another month anyway?" She asked herself in a huff. "No point getting worked up over it. Besides, its not like its defintely going to be that long before I can watch Carol anyway." Her door opened a little and her mothers head came into view, "Whats all that noise in here?" "I was just changing pants mom, everything is fine, thanks." She knew that she barely bumped anything, let alone made a sound. Just an excuse for her paranoid mother to stick her head in her room and get involved with everything in the house. "Oh, while i've got you, Mrs. Peters called it turns out that Mr. P has to work tonight, so she is giving me the night off." "Great, me and you can do something, its been a long time since I had a Friday night with one of my girls." "Um, actually I thought I'd go to Lydia's to relax for a while, I haven't really seen her in a few weeks since her job started." Coming up with the first excuse not to be home with her mother, that she could. "You know, she has been so busy applying to colleges and working we've kinda fallen out of touch." "Oh, well thats fine, just let me know when and where you'll be please, you know I worry." "Oh I know you do." She rolled her eyes without thinking. "This how we're going to start off today?" She gave her daughter a baleful look. "We've been doing really well lately Rachel, I'd hate to get back into trading words with you again." "Sorry mom, its just I could've used the money from watching Carol, and its got my nerves bunched." She replied, knowing full well it wasn't the money that had her worked up. "But you're right, I love you." "Love you too, let me know what you decide to do." And she abruptly closed the door as she finished her sentence. She threw her head backwards and onto her pillow and huffed. "Ugh, what am I gonna do. I've got to get out of this house." Her door cracked again, and she found herself even less pleased the second time her mom's head came into view. "I forgot to mention, a lady called earlier just before you woke up and told me to give you her number. I didn't catch her name, or maybe I did and forgot it, either way, her number is on the fridge next to the phone." "She say what she wanted?" "I didn't ask, but she seemed very sweet, and said she had run into you at the grocery store about a week ago." "I don't remember giving out our number at a store..." And tried to think back to the last time she'd even been out to a grocery store. "Either way, she called, I messaged, mission accomplished." Her mother gave her a little smile and closed the door again. Rachel rolled off her bed and onto her feet. Catching a brief glimpse of herself in the mirror as she did. Rachel stood about 5'5 and was rather slender even for a girl of 18 (almost 19, she often reminded herself.) Her light brown hair reached the middle of her back, and she often let it do just that. Even a pony tail was a pain not worth dealing with now that she wasn't getting dressed for school daily. Her breasts, not large, but in fact, she was rather pleased at their size. Any larger and they wouldn't look proportional, and any smaller and she would feel like less of a girl. She stopped and walked closer to the mirror to get a look at her face, which she had never been satisfied with. Her eyes, which were complimented by everyone who passed by her, were a saphire blue with flakes of green at the edges of her iris, stared at her nose and mouth. "I hate my teeth, wish it wasn't weird to be toothless or I'd have done it." She said to herself dramatically. She ran her first two fingers over her front teeth, which were of an average size, but to the owner of those teeth a bane, and closed her mouth to look back at her nose. Small and narrow with a tiny gem set in her left nostril. She had bought the piercing with money she had gotten watching Carol, her mother hated it, but its one of the only things she had bought with the money she was saving, and rather liked it herself. She walked out of her room and passed Brittany's door, it was slightly cracked (probably her mother's doing) and glanced in. Brittany had her headphones in and was fixing her hair in the standing mirror. She had always been jealous of Brittany's hair, it fell in short waves and always seemed to stay where she put it (not like Rachel's that flew around whether the wind was blowing or not.) Brittany wasn't any smaller than her sister despite the three year difference, but Brittany had grown quickly and stopped abruptly about three months ago. Britt caught a glance of her sister in the mirror, and waved with a goofy smile on her face, half wording the words to whatever song she was listening to. Rachel smiled and gave her a nod, then continued on the way back to the kitchen. She cracked open a box of lucky charms, and not bothering to grab anything else proceded to munch by the handful while approching the fridge. She snatched the note out from under the magnet her mother had placed. The half eaten box of cereal she placed on the table, and with her other hand she pulled the phone off the cradle. "Woman writes like a doctor," she mumbled to herself trying to decipher her mothers chicken scratch. "pretty sure thats a nine and not a four." Dialing as she spoke. It rang just long enough for Rachel to think of hanging up when a voice answered. "Hello?" A kid crying in the background, "Give me just a second I'm sorry" "K, not a problem." Wondering who this lady is, and briefly thinking how rude it is to answer the phone and tell whomever it is to wait before even hearing their voice. The crying faded to the background and she heard a door shut as though she had left the room. "Sorry for that, Tyler has been a real handful today. Rachel right?" "Yes mam, and I'm sorry to call and ask, but who is this again?" "Oh! Pardon me, I guess I didn't tell your mom much, not even sure I gave her my name, but this is Janice Needle. I met you outside of the Wal Mart and you helped me with my groceries and carrying Tyler to the car during one of his fits." Remembering all at once, Rachel felt like an idiot, she hadn't been to a store in a while, she and Lydia had been meeting some friends outside Wal Mart five or six days ago and she had seen this lady having quite a time balancing her kid and seven bags of food in two hands and a foot. "Yes, I remember you, how are you doing?" "Been one of those days, but recently it always seems to be. I've got to get back to Tyler real quick, and I know this is incredibly short notice, but I was wondering if you were doing anything tonight?" She seemed out of breath. Rachel held her breath, she remembered mentioning to this lady that she watched kids and gave her number to her without thinking about what watching a child like Tyler could really entail. "Um, actually my plans just canceled a bit ago, what did you need?" 'I really hope I don't regret this' repeated in her mind about five times before the lady interrupted her train of thought. "Well I was thinking of taking some time away from my angel," she said with an air of sarcasm, "and was thinking that maybe you'd like to make some money tonight." "Do you have a time in mind?" "Um, maybe five? I was going to go over to a friend of mine's house and have a few drinks. Thought I might stay the night over there if you were comfortable watching him all night, and a bit in the morning Saturday." An entire night? A whole night all to herself in a house? She almost screamed with delight. "I've got nothing going on all weekend Mrs... I'm sorry what was your last name again?" Come on, don't screw this up forgeting the lady's name, she thought. "Needle, and you can just call me Janice if its easier. And you say you've got nothing to do all weekend?" "I'll call you Mrs. N if thats alright, and yep, I'm free and clear." "Fantasic!" She sounded ready to explode with delight herself. "Let me get you the address to here real quick and I'll see you in an hour or so?" "Sounds awesome Mrs. N" and it did sound quite amazing. Chapter 2. Sweet Release She had been waiting patiently for Tyler to stop crying and go to sleep. He was three years old, way to old to be screaming like he does when put to bed. But his mother says she had been sleeping with him next to her up until a month or two ago, and she never leaves without him except in emergencies, so this was apt to be a bit difficult for Rachel. "I'll be fine, trust me, I've dealt with all kinds." Giving her a wink as she said it. "Thank you again so much," Mrs. Needle said, and you could tell she really meant it. "If you need anything my number is on the fridge. There is everything you'll need for him in his room, I bought an extra pack of diapers so there would be no chance of running out, and there is plenty of food for both of you in the kitchen. "I'm gonna run, thank you thank you thank you!" And with that she gave her a hug and was out the door. That was close to four hours ago, and she was wondering if Tyler was ever going to shut up. As if by some sort of psychic magic, the crying begin to dull, then all together stop. Rachel got up from the living room and creeped back towards Tyler's room to see if she could hear anything from him. She peered in the crack she left in his door, and caught him fast asleep. "Ugh, finally," she whispered. And opened the door to his room a little more so she could slip in. She walked over to the far wall where she had left the pack of diapers and pulled several out of the pack and tucked them under her arm, grabbed his wipes from off the dresser and started back towards the door. She didn't know if they were going to fit her, but he was a big boy, heavy for his age and he was really close to four, so she thought she had a chance. Avoiding the bathroom for the last two hours had been hard, but she wanted the first release she had had in a month to be amazing. By the time she had made it back to the living room, she was sure she wasn't going to make it. She dropped the diapers and wipes from under her arm directly on the floor, and started to undress. Roughly throwing her pants onto the couch, she struggled with her pink panties (plain, but with a little bow on the front, one of her favorite pair just cause they were so close to a little girls.) finally dropping them to her ankles. Her bare sex freshly shaven (she spent extra time at home making sure that everything was very smooth.) she ran her hand over it before dropping to her back on the floor with one of his diapers in her hand (the others she brought, close by just in case his didn't fit.) She opened his diaper up and smelled it before lining it up with her narrow waist and under her petite bottom. She just fastened the tapes up when she felt it spill from her like a glass of water off a table. The warm puddle forming under her was almost too much to bare, and she began to shudder with excitment and pleasure. Her hand dropped to in between her legs and began rubbing before she even knew what she was doing. She pulled herself into a sitting position with her back against a stranger's couch, and ran her fingers deep into the plush of the toddler's diaper. Feeling the warmth through her freshly wet diaper sent her into another spiral of excitment, and she began to rub more intensly. By the time she finished wetting, her right hand had found its way inside the top of diaper and to her soft mound. She budded her clit with the tip of her middle finger while her index worked its way back in and out of her vagina. She came much quicker than she had intended, but always did whenever she had a moment as grand as this. She stopped herself from pushing it any further, knowing that she would want to do this several times more tonight, and didn't want to wear herself out at the very first wetting. She didn't move at all for several minutes except to apply pressure to the front of her diaper with her palm. Causing a small moan to escape her lips and her entire body to shift forward out of her control. When the shudder began to subside, Rachel looked down. She wasn't surprised to see she had leaked a little, and could see the warm lines of pee, that had begun to feel cooler on her legs, running from the sides and inside of the diaper, off her legs, and onto the floor. She lifted her butt to survey the damage to the carpet. "A couple of drops, nothing to worry about at all." She said a bit relieved (in more ways than one.) If she hadn't been leaking she would have stayed in that diaper for as long as she could before having to go again, but as it was she figured she had better get herself changed and into something dry. She loved changing her diaper almost as much as wetting one. She laid back down on her back, carefully skirting her hair away from the few drops that had been in the carpet, and pulled her knees up. She sat for just a moment longer enjoying the feeling of warm wet pee on her mound before realizing if she stayed that way any longer she would probably relapse into another state of excitement. And proceded to unfasten the tapes on the sides, first the right, then the left. The pee didn't have time to smell, but it certainly changed the color of the fluff in the center of the child's diaper. The urine stained the leak guards a light yellow, but everything in the middle was practically a neon. The warmth around her crotch quickly cooled as the air hit her naked sex, the chill that was sent down her spine reminded her of jumping into a pool. She gently opened the container of wipes and regarded her legs and crotch with a gentleness of someone who had done this many times before (even though this was probably only her ninth or tenth time she'd ever had a chance.) When she was done cleaning the urine from her soft mound, she wiped her bottom a bit, and threw the used wipe in between her legs and onto the diaper. She pulled the used butt pillow (a way she liked to think about it) away from her, and rolled it up, making sure to tape the sides so that the wet would stay on the inside. She had made the mistake of closing it wrong the first time and when she had packed up and put the diaper in her book bag, her books had squeezed pee into her homework. Of course, this time she was babysitting an actual baby, and could just throw away the diaper in the diaper genie, his mother would never know the difference between hers and his. "Dis is dunna be great!" She said in a baby voice she liked to talk to herself in, and unfolded another diaper. "Me neva dit to do dis twice." She lifted her bottom back into the air and placed the diaper underneathe. "Aw, doodies! I dunnot have no poof!" Refering to baby powder. She jumped up off the floor, leaving the diaper where it was, and ran off to Tyler's room, naked except for her shirt. She checked the crack to make sure he was still sleeping (as if seeing her naked would give away everything) and slipped in to grab the powder from the dresser. He stirred a bit and she flinched, and then relaxed, realizing there wasn't anything that would happen if he woke short of having to put him back down. (Though it would definitely keep her from her fun, for a bit.) She walked over to his bed, and pulled his sheets up over his shoulder, assuming he might be cold, and caught a whiff of what he had left for her to deal with in the morning. "Pe-ew, dat a 'tinky baby." She whispered. Leaving his room, and making sure to keep the door cracked a bit, she gladly held up his baby powder. "Poof! Poof!" Squeezing the powder a little and watching the white mist float and disappear, proclaiming in the meantime "Poof!" She made it back to the living room and dropped to her hands and knees crawling to where she had left the diaper, and climbed on top of it. She took a little powder in one hand and rubbed it gently all over her crotch, making sure to get her butt and vagina very well. With that done, she closed the diaper and fastened the tapes. She plopped up on the couch wondering what to do next, and flipped the television on, and turned the volume down. Tyler had Veggie Tales blasting when last the tv was on, so it startled her at first. Usually she only had enough time in a babysitting night to wear and wet a diaper once, but tonight she kept thinking of all the time she had. "What am I going to do? I always dream of being able to wear one for a while, but now that I get to, I'm lost. Blah." Tired of sitting and thinking of what she would do, she decided at least she could get something to drink and fill herself for another release. Remembering Tyler had a sippy cup in his room she ran down the hall to get it for herself. She slipped in his room and grabbed it up, catching another brief smell of his dirty diaper. "I wonder if I should wake him and change that, I'd hate for him to sleep in that all night." She spoke to herself. Decided against it, and ran back towards the kitchen. Opening the cabinets to find a clean lid (Tyler had eaten chicken nuggets that night and she could clearly see the crumbs he left on the lid) she spotted a large bib next to his cups. "I could use that, but I'd have to wash it, not really worth my time." So she snagged a spare sippy lid and shut the door without another thought. She filled up her sippy with apple juice, and brought the rest of the bottle with her into the living room, cause she knew one glass wasn't going to get her even close to wet the way she liked it. Shrinking back into the corner of the couch, she watched some television. Three sippy cups full of apple juice and an hour later, she felt a need to go again. She didn't want to go immediately just in case it was only a little bit, what she really wanted was that exploding orgasm like she had the first time. She knew it wouldn't be as amazing, cause it had been a month before that time, but she didn't want to sell the second one short just cause it had been a little while ago. She decided to peek in at Tyler and make sure he was okay, and thought that maybe walking around the house for a second would make her have to go a little more. She pushed the crack in his door open a little wider and the smell hit her immediately. "He must've blown out that diaper, ugh! Its gonna be every where." She walked over to him, and the mound of poop had begun to force its way out of his diaper, but he hadn't made a mess of anything other than himself. She laid out a changing pad on the floor, and careful not to wake him too much, lifted him out of bed. Tyler squalled a bit, and then slipped back into a semi sleep when she laid him down on the pad. "I wonder what that feels like..." and pushed the front of his diaper in a bit to feel the resistance. "Ew, I don't think I'd like it very much." But in the back of her mind, she thought 'but I like the way a diaper feels, and the first time I thought about that it was gross too.' Pulling the tapes as quietly as she could, she gently opened his diaper. The smell by this time had calmed down a bit and she was getting used to it. "Ugh, its all over everything, there is no way I'm gonna get you clean without waking you up all the way." and she went to work. Cleaning him up was for the most part uneventful. Lifting his butt into the air was what she was most worried about, but it was the cold wipes that almost woke him up. When he was all clean she padded his butt with another pillow, and laid him back down. Her need to pee had grown and grown in the mean time, but while wearing a diaper in front of him hadn't seemed weird at all, wetting one felt funny to her. As soon as she cracked the door and headed down the hallway she got amped up. She dropped to the floor in front of the tv and threw her hair out of her face. She looked down at the diaper, this time she wanted to watch it change color from start to finish. The warm flow began much slower this time, and her hand was already in place to feel the pee hit the front of the diaper. Beads of sweat already started on her forehead and the back of her neck in anticipation for the coming storm. Her back arched as she applied pressure to the front of her diaper, the warmth spreading quickly from the front of her flowing vagina down to the crack of her butt. Without waiting until she was done, she thrust her hand into the front of the already yellow diaper. She felt the urine in between her fingers and found her love button already tingling. She had barely begun to slip her fingers in and out of herself again before she burst into another series moans. Her clit was on fire with passion and even the smallest touch forced her entire body forward, arching into her hand, thrusting back and forth. She had stopped wetting, and was fully involved in pleasing herself now. Her butt sliding to and fro, forcing every bit of urine into all the parts of the diaper. She could feel herself reaching her climax, and though she wanted this to last, she couldn't stop herself from moving her fingers. Searching and moving faster and faster within her own body, the sweat building on her, heating the room as her temperature rised. When she came she had to cover her face with a cushion from the couch to keep from screaming out. Afraid of waking Tyler, or even having a neighbor hear her passion. She fell back onto the couch, shaking and vibrating, the tendrils of heat falling back from her as the cool air had begun to affect her again. Still her hand never left her over soaked mound. Gently pressing on her clitoris, fingers still slipping in and out of herself keeping a taste of what she had just done. Still she moaned lightly, feeling the pressure and heat begin to build again. Faster and harder, softer and slower, trying once more to find the chemistry that would make her vagina come to a head. Her hair dampening as the sweat began to roll down her body again, she felt herself arching again, her instincts taking over. Back and forth again she rocked, in and out of herself, feeling every inch of her loveliness in her own hands. She cried out once more, having been gripping the couch's pillow in her left hand still, she threw it in front of her face, and had to bite down this time to keep in all in. Another warm flow spilled from her sex, this time there was much less, and sticky. She grabbed the wipes and checked the sides of the diaper to make sure she hadn't made a mess and leaked on the carpet again. "No leaks this time, guess it wasn't as much." She said in between gasps. She laid on her back, her knees in the air once more, and unfastened the tapes holding the soggy diaper to her small hips. When she pulled the front of the moist wrap away from her mound, the cold hit her quickly. Still a little tingly, she gently cleaned her region with the baby wipes making sure to get the warm urine and sticky cum off of herself. She lifted her butt, and ran her fingers through her crack, and wiped both lobes of her rump. Once more she threw the dirty cloth in between her legs and onto the child's diaper, pulling it away from her crotch. She rolled it up, making sure again to tape the edges so the moist diaper didn't leak. Laying naked on the floor, she looked up at the clock to see what time it was. "One in the morning! Man I wish this night would never end, and now its already over." Thinking to herself that she could probably wet one more time. "Alright, I'll call it a night at four, that should give me enough time for one more good soak." She grabbed one of her diapers this time, they weren't as tight on her as Tyler's toddler diapers, and they were really pull ups, but she liked the velcro sides, and the pink princesses on the front didn't hurt her feelings for them either. "I'll have to remember to take this one with me, she'll definitly wonder why there is a pull up in her diaper genie." She put both her feet in the holes and pulled them up onto her hips. She liked the loose feel a little, but was worried with how much she had been peeing tonight that she might leak a little. "If it feels like alot, I'll just put another one on over this, or sit on a towel or something." Her stomach growled a bit, and she felt it cramp her bowels. It had been at seven or so that her and Tyler ate, and he had already pooped in his diaper. While normally she wouldn't have a need to poop, she would also have already been asleep at home. She thought briefly about whether or not she wanted to try to poop in her diaper, and the thought passed through her like water. "No way, that smell is too much. Besides, I don't think its worth the clean up it would take. Peeing is much easier." She got up to go to the bathroom, feeling the need to poop come to rest much closer to her anus now. Chapter 3. Unexpected Surprise On her way down the hallway, she took a look inside Tyler's room. His thumb deep in his mouth, and his eyes were tightly shut. She could see his body rising and falling with his breath, and so she went back to the hall. She walked toward the bathroom, and flicked the light on. She sat down on the toliet with her pull up still around her waist. "I could try it, its not like I can't just jump in the shower if its awful." She coaxed herself. "It might be better than peeing ever dreamed of being, and when I pushed the front of his diaper, I loved that feeling of resistance." She climbed into the bath tub and squated down on her feet. The need to poop had relaxed a little bit, and she was worried she wasn't going to get the chance to do this at all. But when she strained a little and started to push, it started to come. She began to slow down so if she didn't like it she could stop, but before she had a chance, it all let out of her. The warm load made its way into the back of her pull up, not slowing at all when it hit the resistance of the wall of fluff. It worked its way through her crack and towards her sex. Meanwhile she had begun to wet a bit, when the warm urine met with the hot mess in the middle of her pull up, she didn't know what to think. She stopped pooping as quickly as she started, unsure of what to think or feel, sitting crouched in a bathtub. She didn't smell anything yet, and was trying to move her butt left to right to see how the poop felt in her diaper. She liked it. It was a little bit greasy, and reminded her of sitting in a mud puddle as a child. She relaxed, and let the rest of the load work its way out of her. She grunted a little, and a small fart escaped her. This last part made her giggle, and when she started to laugh, the pee came again. She strained to get the last of it out, and could feel the mess work its way all the way up to her moist vagina. Her hand went straight to her crotch again, and started to press. She grabbed the back of her pull up with her left hand and felt the bulge pressing hard against her anus. She was rocking back and forth again, before she realized it. She pressed with both hands on her pull up, in the front and back, and felt the warmth spread to fill every inch of the pull up. The princess image in the front began to leak from the sides, she felt it, but didn't care at all. Her body moved on its own will as her excitment began to paramount. She tried to adjust the way she was crouching, and her foot slipped in the urine that had fallen to the tub. Before she could get a good grip, she had landed on her butt. Hot pee flew from the front of the diaper, and she could feel the warm mess press deeply into her anus and vagina. A large amount, she could feel, had escaped from the top and sides of the diaper. Normally she would have freaked out, but the thought of getting messy never seemed so appealing. Her right hand, having never let go of the front of her pull up, sped up its rubbing. Squishing, and pressing the warm goo deep into herself. She saw the side of the tub, and thrust her leg over the side, straddling it with both hands in front of her. She rocked back and forth, rubbing her entire mound deep into the wall. The beads of sweat and heat already working their way down her neck and back. Her hands were a mess of poop and urine as she looked down, and a smile creeped up on her face. She rammed her right hand into the front of her diaper, rubbing every inch of her sex with her fingers. After the second time she had come tonight, she knew she was done for the night. But she was very wrong. Once more she came quicker than she ever had before. She didn't have time to stiffle the scream that ran from her lips, and by the time she had caught up with it, the moans were just as loud. She pulled her hand from within her diaper, and grabbed the front again, rubbing as she pulsed her body into the side of the tub some more. Again she came, screaming, this time not caring at all. Her body trembled, and fell sideways into the mess she had made in the tub. She ripped her shirt off over her head, and grabbed her breasts with her left hand, pinching and squeezing her nipples. She rubbed fanatically for what seemed like a lifetime before she began to slow at all. Cuming and cuming over and over, better than any orgasm she had ever had before. Her body a wet mess in a stranger's tub, shaking and moaning, wishing she had the potential for more and more. She tried to relax her body and hands, and found herself unable to stop her body from moving forward in its natural rhythm. Her breathing slowed, and her body finally relaxed as she laid back in the tub. Looking around her, she could see the mess that she had made. Messy finger prints, and rub marks from her filthy pull up marked the tub in what appeared to be a random order, but she could mark every moment, and every move that she had made. The smell didn't bother her in the least though it was potent. She was exhausted from the entire day, but the end of it was what set her into the lulled and apathetic mode she was in now. "Me dun no wanna move." She said falling back into the baby talk. "Dis da bes' day eva." She sat for a while looking around and feeling her messy pull up over and over again fighting the urge to have another go around with herself. Finally she leaned forward, and began the clean up. She grabbed the velcro tabs on the side of the pull up and ripped them free, opening the front of the diaper, and exposing her woman hood. The heat from her self inflicted passion had warmed the room, leaving no worry about a cold blast of air. Her eyes swam over her vagina and legs, investigating the mess and seeing what damage she had inflicted to the diaper itself. She rolled the brown and yellow rag into a ball, and wadded up some toliet paper to place it on the ground. She looked over the side of the tub, and saw that her moment of glory had expanded beyond the reach of the shower by about a foot, and thought, "this is gonna be a fun clean up, maybe next time I should slow down." She threw her shirt out of the bath tub, and turned the shower on. Startled by the cold at first, then gradually it warmed. She took special care of her vagina, as she had been told that leaving it messy with anything (much less feces) could cause an infection. And washed everything off of her, making sure she washed her hair twice, just in case she missed something. The last thing she wanted was poop in her hair. The tub was easy enough to clean with the shower head, "Thank god she has a hand held, or this would've been a pain in the butt to clean up." Most of what had fallen out of the diaper was wet mush, so it washed down the drain with ease. After the tub was clean she set to work on the area around, from the tub it looked like it was going to be a real issue, but a few paper towels, and a baby wipe or two later, it looked like it did before her fantasy. "Finally, its got to be close to dawn by now." She stepped out into the hallway, heading back towards the living room, grabbed her panties and slipped them on, and snagged up her back pack. She ran into the kitchen and grabbed up a few plastic bags, and made her way back to the bath. She put the filthy pull up in the bag, and took a long look at her shirt. The tail of it was covered with poop from falling on her butt in the tub. "Oh well, its not gonna wash out." And she put it in the bag too. She tied it off well, and stuffed the bag into two more bags, so you couldn't see inside, and so the smell didn't waft out at all. She grabbed another shirt from her back pack and put it on, and put her pants from the living room back on. When she had all the evidence cleaned up from her little adventure she took the bag with her messy shirt and butt pillow to the garbage outside, and stuffed it at the very bottom of the fullest can. "Still not light outside, might get a decent sleep after all." She walked back in and looked at the clock, and saw it was only three. "Thank you very much," she said with a smile on her face. She laid out on the couch, and fell into a deep sleep without a single thought. Chapter 4. There is Always a Butt Tyler's cookie crumbs bounced off her face, tickling her cheeks and nose. She brushed them off, and with a yawn, awoke to a new day. Looking down at him from her spot on the couch, "Good morning pookie, how was your night?" "Good, Danks!" He responded, dropping cookies from both his hands and his mouth. "Glad to hear it, you 'sposed to have cookies for breakfast?" "Dis is lunch!" "Well what did you have for breakfast?" "Tookies" "Ha, well I guess I can't blame you, I'd eat them for both too if I had them available." Tyler handed what was left of the crumbling cookies to her, "Here!" "Thanks, so much, I don't know what I would do without you looking out for my health." She said as she rolled her eyes. After her eyes made a full rotation, she glanced at the clock on the wall. "Only eight huh? Not much for sleeping eh Tyler?" "Nope! I got toys." "Well least you're in high spirits," She grabbed him up and checked his diaper, fully soaked, "and a wet diaper. Lets get you changed and cleaned up. I don't know when your mom is gonna be here, and I'd like you to look like I've been taking care of at least the outside of you, if I can't give you something good to eat." Tyler in her arms, she carried him to his bedroom and laid him out on the changing pad she had left there the night before. A new diaper in her hand she pulled the tabs on his old one and lifted his butt up. Cleaned him down with a wipe, and laid him back on a new one. "There, feel a little better?" "Yep!" "Awesome," she heard her cell phone ringing from her back pack, and went to get it, leaving Tyler on the pad to do as he pleased. She glanced at the name and saw it was Mrs. Needle. "Hey Mrs. N, how was your night?" "Too good, I suspect, don't want to leave. Haha. How is Tyler doing?" "Fantastic, didn't have a single problem, short of crying himself to sleep. But even that he handled pretty well." She said laughing a bit herself. "Glad to hear it, I'll be home in about an hour if thats not a problem?" "Not at all, everything is clean and ready for you when you get here." "Thanks so much again Rachel, see you soon. Bye." "Bye." Rachel closed the phone, and went back to the room with Tyler, who had gotten busy digging through his toy chest picking out all the action figures he could find. "Your mommy is on her way buddy, you want to grab a bath before she gets here?" "No bath. Wanna play?" Laughing she said, "Um, no, but nice subject change. Wasn't really a question Tyler, lets get you clean." And she grabbed him up from behind. They walked down the hall to the bathroom. She laid a towel on the toliet and pulled off his diaper, throwing it in the bin below the sink. She turned on the water, remembering this time how cold it would be to start, and plugged the drain. "You like bubbles?" "Yes Yes! Can I have spidersmans?" Smiling she said, "Yes, but be quick or all the bubbles will pop before you and him get back." And he ran back to his room. She sat next to the tub thinking back to last night, and how amazing this little room had been to her. "I really hope she asks me to do something like this again, I can't believe how amazing it was. No way I'd ever be able to get away with something like that at my house. I wouldn't even get the diaper on good before my mom busted in to see if I was doing something I shouldn't be. Haha, which I guess she'd be right about." Tyler came back holding Spiderman in both hands in front of him like he was flying. "Alright buddy, hop in, you and the spider." Tyler threw Spiderman in the tub, and Rachel lifted him in right behind him. Soon as he touched the water he dunked his head underneathe to find the web slinger so he wouldn't be alone above the water. Rachel got him cleaned up, unfortuntely the 'no tears' shampoo was out, so she had to make do with some Herbal Essences, which of course, caused some tears. After he was squeeky, she dried him off and made back for Tyler's bed room. On the way, she heard the front door open. "And thats your mommy, right in time. We're back here Mrs. N!" She yelled down the hall. Rachel laid him back down on the pad and threw a fresh diaper on him, and a shirt from his dresser, and went to go see Janice. "There's my sweet boy!" Janice said lifting him out of Rachel's arms. "Wow, i've never seen him so happy after a babysitter before." "Like I said, I've seen all kinds. He really was no trouble at all, I kind of enjoyed the entire night." Rachel said smiling, thinking of way more than just watching Tyler all night. "Well I can't thank you enough for everything you did, and on such short notice, the house looks as good as when I left it, and Tyler seems happier." Janice said with a smile on her face. "But I wanted to ask, do you think you could come back later tonight? Only if you're free I mean, I don't want to wreck any plans you might have." "Oh no mam, you wouldn't be wrecking anything. As a matter of fact, it sure would beat anything that I would have planned anyway." The smile on her face surely showed how happy she was about the idea.
  9. 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,†her professor said with that voice she not only heard in class each day, but in her dreams each night. “Kitty,†Katie corrected him. “I like to go by Kitty.†“And why is that?†he asked, trying to maintain a defense against her advances as he set the stack of papers in his hands on the edge of the desk. Katie got up onto her hands and knees, crawling over to him while making tiny fists that stepped up on top of the stack of papers. She stayed in that position, keeping a nose-to-nose closeness as she lifted her right eyebrow, in suggestiveness. “Because kitties are cute,†she said with a tone which was soft but still filled with a yearning for his approval. “And they make … very … loyal …… pets.†“This certainly explains the paper you handed in on Wednesday,†he said with the first trace of approval. “Did you like it?†she asked, following her impulses of arousal. “You really know how to write a love letter,†he said, taking both sides of her head in his hands as he worked his fingertips around to the back of her scalp and began teasing her. “I can make you better at it. Would you like to know how, Kitty?†“Teach me,†she whispered to him, her eyes showing her resistance to doing more without permission. “Hop off the desk,†he said, helping her down to her feet and walking her over to the closet. He opened the closet door and had her face the mirror on its backside. “To write a love letter which will win the recipient over before he is done reading it, you must know yourself better than anyone else,†he said, reaching into the pocket of the coat hanging in the closet. “And a cute name is merely the beginning. If you’re going to be a teacher’s pet, you will need to dress more appropriately.†From the coat, he took out a small black leather collar. “All pets need to be kept,†he whispered in her ear with a heavy tone as he slid the tip of the leather collar around her neck slowly, fastening it behind her head. She looked in the mirror at the collar around her neck, touching it as he walked over to his desk to tidy up the desktop. Her mind began to wander into a fantasy of what was to come. Just having a collar around her throat had all ready begun mind games she hadn’t anticipated. She was nervous and excited – both in the same thought. Her professor sat on the far edge of his desk and motioned for her to walk over to him. Instinctively, she lowered her chin and shyly walked to his side. She wrapped her arms around him, pressing her body into his chest. The moment of realization had arrived. He wrapped his arms around her, seeing the feeling overtake her. “To know what all the right words are to put into a love letter, you have to know what you feel and you have to understand why you feel it,†he said, spinning her around and planting her back against his chest. She could feel her heart pounding as his arms wrapped around her again. Looking down at her chest, she watched his hands unbuttoning the top of her soft pink shirt. His fingers traced her nipples through the shirt, pinching them at given moments when she was in the middle of a deep breath. Closing her eyes, she re-entered the fantasy in her mind – seeing visions of their bodies entwined and feeling him penetrate her before they ever began. And in her mind’s eye, it all was filled with such passion that lust must’ve simply been the vessel of the journey. She lifted her hands to the ceiling as he took the pink shirt off her frame. She felt his hands all over her body. His touch was intoxicating and, mixed with her emotions, made her senses drunken with the mere thought of him. He looked over to the lines she had written and smiled. “You’ve been working to get my attention for a while, haven’t you?†he asked. “Yes,†she whispered with a small voice. He looked down at the chair behind his desk and at the tiny purse she had brought with her. “When you write a love letter to someone, you need to be prepared for the result from the recipient,†he whispered in her ear. “Are you prepared?†She nodded rapidly through her heavy breathing, praying that he wasn’t just toying with her as her arousal had built quickly. “Show me,†he whispered. Nervously, she opened her purse and dumped its contents on the seat of the chair. Smiling at what he saw, he removed his tie and joined her wrists together with it at the small of her back. Reaching to the seat, he picked up the tiny little vibrator, turning it on as he unfastened her white lacey bra. Her shoulder straps were lowered to her elbows and she leaned her head back on his chest, closing her eyes as he touched the vibrator to her neck and slowly trailed it down the front of her. As the vibrations passed over her navel, she swelled between her legs to full arousal, letting out a small breathy moan. She prayed that his hand and that vibrator kept heading south. “And if you’ve taken the time to put your emotions, your passion and your intentions into a love letter,†he whispered as he lifted the front of her pink skirt. “Then you’ll reach the fantasies you use each night to fuel your drive.†He pinched the tiny vibrator between his thumb and pointer finger as his hand found the top of her white cotton panties and traveled underneath it. She moaned again, arching her back and heaving her chest out as far as she could, opening her canal for him. He traced the outer lips of her labia with his fingertips, allowing the vibrator to touch her, ever-so-slightly. The tease was on and working quite well. She was ready to beg, but instead of swallowing the lump in her throat and finding the courage to beg, she found herself gasping for air as his fingers entered her canal. “You’re a virgin, aren’t you?†her professor asked suddenly. She opened her eyes, staring out the window in fear before looking up to him with helplessness. “Yes,†she said with a small, trembling voice, thinking perhaps her fantasy was about to come to a very un-Fairy Tale ending. He stood up, turned her to face the desk and slowly slid the vibrator inside her peach. She did her abled-best to keep her moans quiet, but kept staring down at the desk top. When standing at the closet door and watching him tidy up the desktop, just a minute ago, she thought he was bringing order to the papers she had scattered by sitting on the desk. She could see now that he had cleared the center of his desk. Fantasies flooded her thoughts again as she began rocking her hips and grinding her center into his palm. Then he placed a hand on the middle of her back and began to bend her over. Students were summoned to his office before. On occasion, he would spank them, but Katie was there to be bent over his desk for a different reason. She thought back to how much his voice made her drip into her white cotton panties during class and how she would have to run back to her dorm room to change after his class. She thought of other days when her time in his class made her so horny that she would run to the bathroom across the hall right as he ended class so she could sit in one of the stalls and play with herself. It was needless to say that he was the only person she had fantasized about since she first stepped foot on campus that fall. As she came to rest on the desk top, she voluntarily spread her feet apart. She closed her eyes again, smiling as she heard him unfasten his belt and unzip his pants. Her wiles had won again. As she parted her lips within the smile, she suddenly felt the pacifier she always kept in her purse being placed in her mouth. Leaning over on top of her, he whispered in her ear. “Virgins cry rivers,†he whispered with a heavy breath as he flipped up the back of her pink skirt and lowered her panties to mid-thigh. She nursed on her pacifier as a new moment of realization was about to be met. His palm pressed up against her peach again, delicately pushing the vibrator in a bit more. She clenched the end of the vibrator at her opening to prevent it from slipping inside her completely. And as she remained tightened, the vibrations continued passing inside her and then back out. She began rocking her hips, trying her best to grind her center into his palm without reaching the orgasm, not yet at least. “A well-written love letter leaves no emotion unmentioned, but it does leave out a lot of the details,†he said with a lower tone of voice, one derived from setting a very calm mood before the storm. He kept his palm pressed against her center. Her rocking hips had made the contact drive her further into an arousal which was building. She seized up for just a moment, tightening all the muscles in her body and then released the tension, letting out a desperate whimper behind her pacifier as she shuddered. His hand felt the wetness which now dripped from her and her rocking hips began gliding along his palm. She whimpered again as the wetness began passing over his fingers and rolling down her inner thighs. “You don’t want to spell out your passion completely. There would be no journey to take together, no secrets to be revealed … and nothing to be explored,†he said, keeping the pressure between her legs and the sensations passing through her frame. She began shaking and the muffled whimpers made clear that the building pleasure she was trying to resist was becoming too much to handle. He watched as her twitches became more encompassing of all that she was. Her blinking eyes stared at his desktop and she was moments away from begging. And right before she lost her composure completely, he uncupped his hand from center, took hold of the end of the vibrator and slid it out of her peach with a deliberate slowness which made her seize up again, raise her head and moan with an open mouth. The pacifier fell from her lips and she returned to the desktop, fishing for the pacifier with her tongue until the nipple was safely back between her teeth. She clenched hold of it now, determined to not let it fall again. He passed the vibrator up and down each side of the outer lips of her labia, sliding it along her swollen tissues easily. The wetness of her arousal now had streaming trails which reached the insides of her knees. “Kitty, you have been a very good student. And you have a gift for writing,†he said, trailing the vibrator around her right thigh and passing it across her tummy. “But you need tutoring, young lady.†He lined the vibrator up with her navel and slid it downward, coming to a stop over her hood where he pressed the vibrator in. She collapsed to the desktop, her legs now incapable of standing. “I want to see you in this office every day after class,†he said, placing the tip of his erection at the opening of her canal. “And by the end of this semester, I promise that you’ll be the best writer you’ve ever been.†She relaxed her center as much as she could, feeling the head of his erection entering her opening. She closed her eyes, relishing that moment. “We’ll work on your punctuation, your spelling,†he said, sliding himself into her canal with incremental rate as she whimpered softly. “Yes, we’ll work on your grammar and choice of words.†The sensations being placed into her hood by the vibrator and the feeling of being spread open on the inside from his stiffened penetration overwhelmed her thoughts. But his speed was slow and constant, keeping her reactions under his control. By the time, he was fully penetrated inside her, the tame of his touch only made her want to scream more for the wild. “You will continue to sit in the front row of my class each day,†he said, withdrawing himself from within her slowly. “And after class, we’ll discuss what you’ll wear for the next day.†Beginning to feel the rhythm of his penetrations and following withdrawals, she reveled in the ecstasy of submission as she smiled at his comments of her appearance. What his words were telling her was that he had noticed her, noticed the details she put into her look, the shifting of her hips, those times when she didn’t sit with crossed legs and the flashes she made for him. Oh, if she had the courage at that moment, she would’ve told him then that she had an outfit back in her dorm room for every single fetish she kept in her heart. She made the declaration to herself that before the Christmas break, he would seem them all. And as new fantasies distracted her mind, her orgasm arrived. She involuntarily tightened her canal around him, making his girth that much more overwhelming. And as happily helpless as she could be, she came for him until completely exhausted. Whimpers, moans, tears, exhilaration … all of it became a single, blissful reaction in an experience which now made her wildest fantasies seem tame. And as his orgasm neared, he suddenly removed himself from inside her. She looked back at him with confusion as to why he stopped. “You have a future brighter than you can imagine, Kitty,†he said, sliding her panties back up into place. “And nothing will be allowed that will prevent you from getting where you’re headed. Putting his pants back together, he stood her up and lifted her into his arms, carrying her over to the seat on the other side of his desk before sitting down and placing her across his lap. She nestled against him, cradled in his arms as she nursed from her pacifier and gazed up at him with a completion of want she now knew as need. “There will come a time when you will write a love letter that reveals everything to the one you love,†he said to her tracing the contour of her jaw and the features of her face. “And that will be the last love letter you will ever need to write.†She smiled warmly behind her pacifier as she placed the side of her face on his chest. Sex had been more wonderful than she could’ve possibly imagined. And the afterglow had only just begun. She looked over at the sentences on the chalkboard she had written and smiled at what they meant to her then as opposed to now. The chalkboard read: “I keep secrets well.†---------------------------------------- zorrodaddy.com