I swallow and turn my head away so he can’t see my reaction.
His hands keep stroking the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. “There’s no reason to stress about seeing the doctor. I understand he’s very well liked among the Littles on the island. He has two partners too. All of them have amazing reviews.”
I nod, biting my lip. I don’t care how fantastic his reviews are. He has needles, and he’ll probably want to see my private parts and touch them.
Speaking of private parts, Daddy spreads my labia and surprises me when he leans over and licks through my folds. It feels so good. I love when he goes down on me. We haven’t had time to really devote to sex lately, but I’m not unhappy about the number of orgasms I’ve had today. Apparently I’m going to get one more.
Daddy thrusts his tongue into me and flicks it over my clit. His hands hold me wide, splayed on my thighs, pressing my knees as far apart as they will reach.
I fist my palms, unable to move my arms even an inch. I love this position so much. I have no idea why I ever thought it would be so horrible to wear a diaper. Maybe the diapers themselves aren’t my favorite, but the rewards are out of this world.
When Daddy sucks my clit into his mouth, I cry out, my hips lifting the scant inch they can off the changing table. I come hard against his lips, unable to stop the onslaught.
I’m still panting as Daddy puts a fresh diaper on me, unbinds me, and lifts me into his arms. He carries me to the rocking chair and settles me on his lap.
He’s smiling. I love that he’s pleased with me. “I knew you liked to be restrained, Melody, but I honestly had no idea how important it was to you.”
“I didn’t know it either, Daddy.”
He strokes my arm as he rocks me. “There are a lot of aspects of regression that include restraint. Nearly every part of your days will involve some kind of boundaries. Sometimes they will be extremely restrictive like being strapped in a highchair or car seat or your stroller. Other times, your movement will be limited by the playpen or a baby gate or your crib. All of them are designed to help you relax and turn your control over to me. I’m not worried you won’t be able to comply anymore. It’s obvious the more restrictive I am, the better you respond.”
I nod and lick my lips. “It’s like…the more you restrain me, the easier it is to stop fighting the need to control things. If I’m not given the option, I stop trying.”
He smiles and kisses my forehead. “That’s very well thought out, baby girl. I’m impressed.”
I glance at the ominous bottle on the shelf. “Can I ask you something, Daddy?”
“Of course.”
“Did my naptime bottle have something in it to make me sleep?”
He nods. “It did. Just enough to let you get a solid hour of rest in.”
“And the nighttime bottle is going to make me sleep all night?”
“It sure is. Were you talking to Anabel about the bottles?”
“Yes, Daddy.” I watch his face, hoping I’m not getting her in trouble.
He hugs me. “Don’t worry, Little one. I don’t mind what Anabel tells you. That’s why I invited her over. I’d hoped she would help guide you. She’s been here a while. She’s not expected to keep secrets and neither are you.” He taps my nose. “If there’s any aspect of your regression I don’t want you to share, I won’t tell you either. That would be too much pressure on you.”
“Oh.” I squirm nervously in his arms.
“What’s bothering you, Little one?”
“Anabel said you might put medicine in my bottle to make me sleep so soundly I wet myself without knowing.”
He considers what I’ve said for a few moments before addressing it. “Every Little is different, baby girl. That’s something we’ll discuss with the doctor over time. Some Littles do better if the option is removed altogether. Others find a balance in which they use their diapers often enough to ensure they remain healthy without losing control. Does that make sense?”
I swallow. “How, uh, does the doctor take away my choice?” My voice is barely audible. I’m not sure I want to hear the answer.
Daddy holds me tight as he responds. “There are lots of options. One is exactly what Anabel mentioned. A deep sleepcombined with a full bladder would force you to wet yourself without your knowledge.
“It has more to do with your health than anything else, baby girl. Some Littles struggle to give up control. It’s not safe to hold your pee pee inside. If it were a real problem, the doctor could put a tube in your urethra to hold it open all the time.”
I shudder, my eyes widening.
He strokes my cheek. “You don’t need to worry about any of that, baby girl. You haven’t had a single issue. I’m not concerned. I don’t think the doctor will be either. I was just answering your question, letting you know if an issue should occur down the line, there are ways to overcome a stubborn streak. Your health is most important.”
