“Let it go, baby girl. Let everything go.”
I can’t hold back any longer, and I can’t think of a good reason to either. It takes some concentration, but in a few moments, I’m able to let go of the muscle I’m fighting against. My pee flows out, filling my diaper.
It feels very strange to release my bladder while lying down, though I suspect it will happen often.
Daddy says nothing until I sigh with relief, empty. “Good girl. I’m so proud of you.” He continues to rub my tummy for a few moments before his hand smooths back to between my legs and he presses against my now soaked diaper, forcing me to fully experience my plight.
I want him to take the diaper off now, but I say nothing. Instead I hold his gaze while he rubs me down there, my arousal rising once again. I should be embarrassed, but I’m not. I’m not even as stressed as I was earlier. I can’t remember why I thought this would be a big deal. It’s not. It’s just Daddy. He’s going to take care of everything, and I’m beyond excited to know in a few moments I’m going to get pleasures.
I wait patiently while my need continues to grow. I’m so horny I’m squirming, and my nipples are hard peaks, very sensitive rubbing against the strap.
Finally, Daddy kisses me briefly and moves down between my legs. He removes the soaked diaper, uses a warm wipe to clean my skin. He lifts my bottom enough to slide a towel under me, and I watch him, slightly confused before I realize he’s going to shave me.
I’d forgotten this was coming. It’s my fault. It can be added my list of recent acts of defiance. With no other options, I let my knees fall open and relax my muscles while Daddy applies shaving cream and carefully removes all my pubic hair.
When he’s done, he smooths his fingers over my lower lips. “So soft. This will feel much better in your diapers. From now on, I’ll do it for you.”
Finally, he pulls the towel out and slides a new diaper under my bottom. I’m shaking with anticipation as he opens a tube of some kind of ointment and squeezes it onto his fingers before applying it to my pussy.
He glances up at me as he rubs it into my skin. Everywhere. All around my lower lips and my clit and down around my bottom and puckered hole. “It’s diaper cream, baby girl. It will keep your skin from getting irritated.”
When his fingers come back to my clit, I gasp. He strokes me just the way I like, making my eyes roll back in my head as I sink into the raw pleasure of being masturbated. On any given day, Daddy can make me come pretty quickly by playing with my clit, but with the addition of these restraints and the naughty nature of this entire arrangement, I’m at the peak in seconds, panting around the desire for my orgasm to linger a bit longer.
I can’t stop it though. My legs are spread wide and shaking. I suck in a breath and hold it, but I lose the battle. My orgasm slams into me with so much force I cry out as Daddy presseshis fingers hard against my pulsing clit. “That’s my good girl. So pretty. Daddy loves when he gets to make his good girl feel pleasure.”
I’m a limp, exhausted noodle when I come down from my high. It barely registers as he fastens the new diaper tight around my waist. I sigh contentedly as he removes the straps across my chest and tummy.
I don’t have the energy to move, and I don’t have to. Daddy picks me up, cradles me against him, and carries me to the crib. He lies me gently on my back and kisses my nose. “I know you’re tired, but you need a bottle before you take your nap. I’ll be right back.”
I stare at him as he lifts the side of the crib and leaves the room. I don’t move. I can’t fully process what’s happening to me. I’m in a slight subspace for one thing. I’m overwhelmed with sensations for another.
When I try to straighten my legs, I can’t. The padding is thicker than I expected. My thighs are forced wide apart. I stop fighting against the crinkly material and let my knees rest wide open.
I finally find the strength to lift my hands, and I slide them up my naked belly to my chest. I mold them to my breasts and play with my nipples, moaning loudly with no care in the world. I’m still on edge. I could orgasm again. I’m tits are sensitive and needy.
Suddenly Daddy is back. He lowers the side of the crib and gently pulls my wrists so I’m forced to release my boobs. “My Little girl is so greedy today.” He taps my nose and shakes a finger. “From now on, keep your fingers away from your little titties, baby girl. Daddy decides when you get pleasure. Not Melody. Understood?”
I swallow. He’s asked me not to masturbate in the past for a specific period of time or on a certain day or night, but always? For the summer?
He narrows his gaze. “Did you hear Daddy?”
I clear my throat. “Yes, Sir.”
“What did I say?”
“To keep my fingers off my boobs.”
“Good girl.” He points at the corner of the crib. “See that black box with the little green light.”
“Yes.”
“That’s a baby monitor. Daddy can see you at all times. You’ll find yourself with a sore bottom and no pleasures if I catch you touching yourself. That goes for your pussy too. You may not slide your greedy fingers into your diaper, nor may you rub the outside.”
“Yes, Sir.” I’m so turned on I shudder. I’m overloaded with emotions too. A half an hour ago, I didn’t want to put a diaper on. Now, I’ve learned what I subconsciously suspected all along. I love it. I already love the feel of it against my skin. The knowledge that I’m at Daddy’s mercy to have it changed. The way it settles so tight around my waist and cinches around my thighs makes me feel like I’m restrained. And that is definitely a sexual trigger for me. Apparently even in regression.
After months of sliding into a place where I’ve been naughty nearly every day, I’m starting to realize those days are over. At least for the summer. And I’m glad. It wasn’t a conscious effort, but as I think back, I feel confident I was begging Daddy to be stricter with me. I’ve gotten that wish in spades.
Daddy lifts me from the crib, carries me to the rocking chair, sitting, and cradling me in his lap. A moment later, he taps my lips with something, and I focus on the bottle he’s holding.
