“I already told you,Donovan. I am not now, nor will I ever be, your Little girl.”
Emotion flickers in his eyes, too dark to be simple anger, and my heart stutters in my chest.
“Have it your way, then.”
Donovan
I would be lying if I said I was disappointed by Camilla’s reaction to her new home. Although I will accept nothing less than her complete and total submission, I still enjoy the fight. Really, it’s the part I enjoy the most. Watching a defiant Little girl struggle,not just with my dominance but with her own desires, until she finally gives in.
Hard-won surrender is so much sweeter.
But before I can punish my naughty girl the way she deserves, there are more important matters to attend to. With all she had to drink last night, no doubt her bladder is about to burst. And while I am eager to get on with her punishment, I am not about to put her health at risk to indulge my own desires.
“Use your diaper, and then Daddy will punish that naughty mouth of yours.”
At the mention of her diaper, her mouth firms into a stubborn line. “No.”
In the year or so we’ve worked together, she’s never once used her diaper. I’m sure she had her reasons, so I never pushed the issue. But now she is mine, and whatever those reasons are, they are no longer relevant. “You can either use your diaper willingly, or Daddy will make you.”
“I am not using a diaper for you, Donovan Graves.”
She will. Eventually. But if she wants to be stubborn about it this morning, then I have other ways of getting what I want.
Without bothering to answer her, I reach for her right arm, pinning to her side as she struggles futilely against my hold. She’s stronger than she looks and it takes more effort than I'd expected to strap her arm to the table. Soon, though, both her arms are secured, and I move to the end of the changing table to pull out the stirrups I had installed just for this purpose.
“What are you doing? Let me go!”
Her struggles increase as I restrain her legs in a wide-open position, exposing the soft cotton covering the parts of her that have been kept secret from me up until now. Part of her employment contract included regular physicals, but in my quest to keep things as professional as possible, I did not give her the same thorough exam as the other Little girls on theisland. Even while spanking her bare bottom or putting a fresh diaper on her, I deliberately did not indulge my curiosity when it came to her sweet little pussy.
That will change, soon enough. And I cannot wait.
For now, however, my focus is on taking care of my Little girl’s most immediate needs. Standing between her spread legs, I run my hand up one bare thigh, letting my fingertips brush along the edge of her diaper. “Last chance to be a good girl for Daddy and use your diaper, little one.”
Anger flashes in her eyes, not dulled at all by the fear flickering alongside it. “Never.”
“As I said before. Have it your way, then.”
Leaving her there to wonder what I might have up my sleeve, I make my way to her bathroom, where I retrieve one of the catheter kits I stored in the cabinet beneath the sink. I take great care to wash up, scrubbing my hands and forearms until I’m certain they’re as clean as possible before drying off with a clean towel. With the kit in hand, I return to the bedroom, where Camilla is still fighting to free herself from her restraints.
“You’re going to want to stay as still as possible,” I tell her, holding up the kit for her to see before reaching for the tabs on her diaper. “The restraints can only do so much, and I don’t have to tell you how painful it will be for you if you move too much while I’m putting the catheter in.”
Horror fills those bright blue eyes. “You can’t do that!”
“I absolutely can, little one. And I will, unless you’re ready to use your diaper.”
It’s magical, watching the struggle play out on her beautiful face. And I’m rewarded with a glimpse at the first cracks in her armor as her bottom lip trembles. “Please, don’t,” she whispers. “Please, Donovan, don’t make me do this.”
Disappointment stabs at my chest. “If you’re going to beg, then you’ll need to beg properly, Camilla. Until then…”
I let the sentence hang as I unfasten her diaper and pull it down, finally getting my first proper look at her most secret parts. She’s even more beautiful than I imagined, her bare lips glistening despite her protests.
My Little girl is enjoying her humiliation far more than she’s let on. Which is all the confirmation I need to continue.
As her whining pleas continue to fill the air, I open the box and pull out the sterile gloves, pulling them on before removing the tubing from the box. While many of my peers would consider inserting a catheter to be beneath them, the process has always fascinated me and I’ve devoted a significant amount of time to learning the best practices. Even going so far as to let the nurses at the hospital where I did my residency teach me their ways.
And now, I finally get to put that knowledge to good use. Spreading her pretty little pussy lips with my left hand, I bring the pre-lubricated tip to the entrance of her urethra. Camilla goes perfectly still as the tip presses against her hole, and I’m not even sure she’s breathing as I push it inside her, running the tube all the way up to her bladder.
I watch as the urine runs down the tubing, splashing into the cotton of her diaper. The thrill of having her so completely under my control grips me and my cock presses hard against my slacks. No matter how hard she fights me, no matter how much she struggles, Camilla is mine. The stain spreading over her diaper is simply confirmation of how completely I now own her.
