“I’m sorry, Daddy. I wanted to see the black bears, and I wasn’t thinking, and then you weren’t there, and I panicked, and I couldn’t find you, and I was all alone, and—”
Daddy picks me up, settles me on his hip, and carries me to a bench where he sits with me on his lap. He holds me tight. “Shh.I’m here now.” He continues to rock me as if he too was as scared as me.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper again.
He leans back and meets my gaze, his hand on the back of my head. “It’s my fault too. I looked away for a moment to examine the map to figure out what we might want to see next, and when I glanced back up, you were gone. You should never wander away from me like that, but I shouldn’t have let you roam free outside of your stroller without keeping a hold of your hand.”
I swallow back more tears. I’m glad he’s not too mad, but I’m still remorseful. I curl into him and set my head on his chest, still shaking a bit.
He rubs my back and pats my bottom. After a while, he asks, “Better?”
I tip my head back. “I won’t wander away again. I promise. I was scared. Also, I need to go potty.” I haven’t gone since we left the doctor’s office. I’m not sure I can convince myself to pee while I’m standing in public. Or standing at all for that matter. I haven’t tried it yet. I’d rather Daddy take me to one of the changing rooms and lay me down so I can relax and wet myself. I’m not sure he’d be receptive to me making that request though.
He smiles. “I have an idea. Not sure why I didn’t think of this sooner.” He eases me off his lap and stands me in front of him. After reaching into the backpack he’s using as a diaper bag, he pulls out something pink and nylon. Straps.
It takes me a moment to remember where I’ve seen something like that, and I glance around and remind myself about half the Littles around me at the park are wearing a harness with a leash.
I shiver as I glance back to watch Daddy untangle the straps. I’m shaking with anticipation. I want him to put the harness on me so badly my knees are weak. When did I become so interested in bondage?
Finally, he holds it up and eases two of the straps through my arms so they rest over my shoulders. He pulls the harness down over my chest, adjusting it as he goes so one strap settles down the middle between my boobs, one rests straight across above my breasts, and one rests directly under the swell of my chest.
The harness crisscrosses similarly in the back, and Daddy reaches between my legs and pulls a final strap up over my diaper to buckle it at my tummy.
I’m panting as he spins me so my back is to him. He cinches the entire harness tighter, making me gasp as my tits are squeezed a bit, forcing them to protrude. The strap between my legs squishes my diaper up against my pussy.
There is a clicking noise behind me, and Daddy turns me around again. I realize the sound I heard was him hooking a leash to the center of my back. He examines the front, sticking his fingers under the straps in several places. His knuckles graze my nipples several times, and by the time he’s satisfied, I’m a ball of arousal.
He chucks me under the chin and smiles. “There. Not sure why I didn’t put this on you when we arrived. I’m sure you feel much better now. I won’t lose you, and the restraints will help you relax.”
I look down and swallow. My mouth is dry. I’m thirsty, aroused, and I need to pee. Too many sensations.
Daddy seems to sense all of this because he pulls a bottle of juice from the backpack and settles me on his lap again.
I lean back in his hold and suck some of the warm juice down, trying to calm myself. When I’m satisfied, I hold the bottle against my chest and let Daddy rock me gently back and forth. I close my eyes and will my bladder to relax.
Finally, I blow out a breath and fill my diaper.
Daddy kisses my forehead when I’m done. “Good girl. Let’s find a changing station.” He sets me on my feet and stands.With a firm grip on my leash, he points toward a changing station, and we start walking. It’s awkward. I’m soaked. But I feel much better, and the harness is my new favorite part of this experience.
Chapter Eight
It’s early afternoon when we get home, and Daddy rushes around to get my noon bottle ready, leaving me sitting in the playpen. I’m still wearing the harness. It’s like a safety net. I’m not sure I want him to take it off.
Eventually, though, he carries me to my nursery, removes the harness, and settles in the rocking chair to feed me. I know this bottle is going to force me to sleep, and I don’t care. It’s been a busy morning and I’m tired.
The next thing I know, I’m waking up in my crib. I don’t even remember finishing the bottle. At first, I panic a little, but when I start to squirm and try to lift my arms, I find my wrists once again cuffed to the sides of the crib.
This calms me. It’s irrational. It’s totally backward. Most people would react the opposite if they woke up and found themselves restrained, especially if they didn’t even remember it happening.
Not me. I seem to have become a bondage addict. The more restricted I find myself, the calmer I feel. I relax my body, let my knees fall wider, and take several deep breaths. I’m loved. Daddy is not only taking care of everything, but he’s removed my choiceentirely so I must obey him. It’s so much easier to be obedient when no other option exists.
Daddy comes in several minutes later. I don’t even call out to him. I just wait for him to check on me in the monitor. He’s smiling as he takes care of me, and then he sets me on my feet and pats my bottom. “Would you like to play in the backyard for a while, baby girl?”
“Yes, Daddy.” I rush that direction, getting used to the bulk between my legs.
Daddy sits on the porch working on his laptop while I play. At one point, he steps inside for a moment and returns holding a package. Something that must have been delivered. He sets it on the table next to his computer and keeps working.
When I grow bored, I wander over and climb up to sit on the chair next to his.
