“Okay, Daddy.”
ChapterSix
Isabella
The fact that I can sleep at all with everything that’s happened today surprises me, but it isn’t long after Daddy tucks me into his giant, soft bed that slumber overtakes me. I sleep, deep and dreamless, but not nearly as long as I would have liked before I’m dragged back to the land of the living by Daddy’s gentle but firm voice.
“Time to wake up, little doll.”
All I want is to stay in this empty, peaceful place. But there’s a pressure now, making itself known low in my belly. It’s a familiar feeling, but I’m still so sleepy it takes a moment for me to recognize what’s happening.
“Oh!” My eyes fly open as reality hits me. I need to use the bathroom—now.
But when I try to roll off the bed, something stops me. A heaviness around my waist, holding me in place as the pressure grows heavier and heavier. I push at the thing holding me down, my hand pressing against warm flesh and I realize it’s not somethingholding me down but someone.
Daddy.
“Daddy, I need to get up!”
“No, you don’t. Settle down, little one.”
“But Daddy.” I’m whining now, but the panic I feel at the thought of wetting the bed thoroughly smothers any embarrassment I might otherwise feel. “I need… I have to…”
“I know.” A smile curves his lips and the pressure on my bladder increases. “Don’t be embarrassed, little one. All Little girls use their diapers here on the island.”
Use mydiaper? The idea is so outrageous, so ridiculous, it takes a moment for my brain to fully catch up with what he’s suggesting.
“I can’t!” My voice is thick with tears, adding to the humiliation burning along my skin. “Daddy, please.”
“Poor little doll. The first time is the hardest. Would you like Daddy to help you?”
Help me? Use my fucking diaper? I’d rather he help me jump out of the nearest window.
But I’m all too aware that suggestion would likely end in a painful punishment, so I force myself to drag in a deep breath and calm my racing heart as much as possible.
“Can I please use the bathroom?” It’s a last-ditch effort, and I know even before he shakes his head that it’s in vain, but I have to at least try. I need to be able to look myself in the mirror and know I did everything to stop this humiliation.
“No, little one. But since you’ve been such a good girl for me today, I can help you if you’d like.”
I have no idea what form his “help” will take, but I also know there’s no way I can force myself to pee in a diaper without some kind of assistance. “Y-yes, Daddy.”
To my surprise, he pulls his hand away from my bladder and reaches into his pocket. What is he doing?
My answer comes a moment later when the buzzing from earlier this morning resumes in my diaper. Pleasure washes over me and I arch up, crying out as my core clenches in response.
“Use your diaper, and Daddy will let you come. Can you do that for me, little doll?”
It’s lowering to realize I would do just about anything if it meant finally getting the relief he’s been holding just out of my reach all day.
Even pissing myself.
“But won’t it get wet?” I gasp out, writhing as the toy vibrates against my clit, harder, faster than before.
“It’s made for exactly this purpose, little one. You could fill your diaper with a gallon of pee and it wouldn’t hurt the toy.”
Well, isn’t that convenient.
Out of options, I close my eyes and focus on relaxing my muscles. I conjure images of waterfalls, of babbling brooks. Of myself, sitting on a toilet, peeing just like I’ve done for over two decades. Anything and everything that might assist me with this humiliating task.
