“I’m not a monster, Cat,” Daddy says with a low chuckle, and I press the hippo even more firmly against my face to stop myself from asking if he’s sure about that.
Something hot drips on my pussy lips and I cling tightly to my hippo, squeezing my eyes shut in anticipation of the pain that I know is coming. When it does, I scream into the stuffie, my muscles clenching in protest of the punishment being delivered to my most sensitive areas.
“Poor thing.” Auntie Cat’s voice drips with sympathy, but I can’t tell if it’s real. Or if I even care if it’s real or not. With her hand on my head and her murmured words in my ear, I’m willing to accept whatever pity they send my way, however fake it may be. “It’s almost over, sweet girl. Just a few more.”
“Just a few more” seems to take hours. An eternity of burning pain as more hot wax is dripped onto my pussy and ripped away, taking every last bit of hair I have with it. And when the wax is done, Luna goes in with a set of tweezers, making sure to get the few stragglers she managed to leave behind.
Through it all, I scream and weep into my hippo with Daddy and Auntie Cat both fussing over me, assuring me everything will be just fine in a moment. Finally, the torment ends, leaving me exhausted and drained in its wake. All I can do is whimper pitifully as someone puts a new diaper on me, then sigh with relief when I realize there’s something cool inside to ease the pain.
From a distance, I hear Luna’s quiet voice. “The cooling pack should help with the swelling. Avoid any contact with your genitals or face for at least a full day. Your hair could irritate her skin before she’s fully healed.”
“What about my hands or toys?”
“Hands aren’t a problem and as long as the toys aren’t made of anything that could irritate her skin, those should be fine as well. And of course you know where to find me if you have any concerns.”
“I do. Thank you, Luna.”
“You’re welcome, sir. I’ll give you some privacy to get your Little one dressed.”
If I had any energy left, I’d laugh at the idea of Luna giving us privacy after she’s just had her face all but buried in my vagina. But I’m too exhausted to even make a sound as she exits the room, leaving me alone once more with Daddy and Auntie Cat.
The latter peels my hippo from me with gentle words of encouragement. “You can have her back in just a moment, sweet girl. Your Daddy needs to put your pretty dress back on. You don’t want to leave the spa naked, do you?”
In the face of everything else that’s happened today, that humiliation is barely a blip on my radar. Still, I don't actually want to be carried out of here in only my diaper, so I force my grip on the hippo to loosen as Auntie Cat pries her from my arms.
“There’s my pretty little doll.” Hooking his hands beneath my arms, Daddy lifts me off the table and sets me on my feet. By now, I don't even care who is seeing me naked. I’ve compartmentalized it, much like I do when I change between dance numbers backstage. They’re just boobs, after all. Most people have seen more than their fair share during their lifetime, so there’s nothing to be embarrassed by.
I lift my arms when I’m instructed so Daddy can pull my dress over my head and down my body to cover my diaper. Well, as much as it does, anyway. I haven’t forgotten that the ruffles don’t quite cover my butt the way Juliet and Victoria’s do, but I’m finding it almost impossible to care now.
Maybe I am actually becoming his little doll. A plaything for him to do with as he pleases, with no thoughts or feelings of my own. An empty vessel for the man I call Daddy to fill.
Would that be so bad? A life being pampered and spoiled, without having to think or worry about anything?
I know, somewhere deep in the back of my mind, that I should fight that train of thought with everything I have.
But I’m just too fucking tired.
ChapterSixteen
Gideon
The soft beeping of my alarm wakes me the next morning and I reach for it, doing something I’ve never done before in my life: I hit the snooze button and roll back over, pulling my sweet little Isabella into my arms.
After her visit to the spa the day before, Cat and I treated Isabella to an ice-cream cone from the shop just a couple doors down. The sweet treat seemed to perk my little doll up for a bit, but she fell asleep less than halfway home. I let her nap most of the afternoon, though I found myself worrying over her the longer she slept. We shared a quiet dinner together afterward, with more worrying on my part as I fed her and changed her for bed.
Now, I simply want to look at her. As I was that first night with her in my bed, I’m struck by her classic beauty. She really does look every bit like a porcelain doll come to life, and if Luna hadn’t insisted that I wait before taking her, I’d be tempted to throw tradition to the side and slide my aching cock into her while she sleeps.
Then again, there are no restrictions on my use of her mouth before this evening.
I didn’t put any sedatives in her milk last night, as she didn't seem to need them to get to sleep, so there is nothing stopping her from waking up while I use her this time. That thought only excites me more as I kneel on the mattress beside her head. Her curls have fanned out onto the pillow around her face, though they aren’t as sleek and smooth as they were the day before. She still looks doll-like, but more like a doll well loved by her child.
It’s all the more endearing, as far as I’m concerned. Gripping my cock with my left hand, I use my free hand to take hold of Isabella’s face, squeezing her cheeks just enough to force her jaw open. A groan slips from my lips as her mouth forms that perfect little “O” and I guide the tip of my cock between her waiting lips.
Her brow crinkles, and she whimpers around the length of me, but she doesn't wake. Almost instantly she settles down, gently sucking on my cock much like she would a pacifier.
Fascinated, I watch her suck in her sleep, her cheeks hollowing with each inhale. And even though my libido is demanding that I take my pleasure, I can’t bring myself to move. There’s something so very innocent and sweet about my Little girl using my cock to self-soothe, and I’m loath to ruin the moment for my own needs.
Holding her head still, I shift so that I’m sitting up against the headboard, arranging her on my lap so she can still have plenty of access to her new pacifier. For what seems like hours, I sit perfectly still, stroking her head as she suckles and sighs in her sleep.
