Obediently Yours (18 page)

I feel better knowing that he has not had other people here, engaged in this activity with others here. I look at Richard, smiling. “It is a beautiful nursery. It’s exactly the type of room I would want to spend time in.”

“Baby girl, do you want to lie on your changing table so Daddy can put you in a diaper?” he asks softly and cautiously.

I stand there wide-eyed and stunned. I stare at Richard, trying to process his question. Do I want to do this? Yes. No. Yes. Oh, God. This is it. The plunge into something I crave physically and emotionally. There is no logic to it. I cannot explain why I know I need this, but I do. Yes, I do. I do want this. I do not care that we barely know each other. I do not care that it seems crazy and reckless. I have never felt more calm and complete than I do right now, standing next to this man. I know in my core he will take care of me. He will not hurt me. He is meant for me, as I am meant for him. I simply have to see this through.

I take a deep breath and then whisper my honest answer, “Yes, Daddy.” Smiling, Richard takes my right hand, leading me over to the large, padded table. He pats the end of the table motioning me to sit on it. I do so.

“Put your arms up, baby,” he orders. I put my arms up and he swiftly pulls off my tee shirt. Actually, it is the tee shirt that I borrowed from him. I sit on the table, completely naked. I feel self-conscious. Richard continues to smile at me. He is kind and nurturing in his body language and touch. I feel so little, so controlled. Truly submissive. It feels heavenly, frightening, naughty, and nerve-wracking all at once. My body is showing all signs at the eroticism of this experience. My breasts full, nipples erect. I am sure my clit is erect too. I feel fullness and wetness between my legs. My mouth is dry, my heart is beating fast. My skin tingles all over and I feel a wave of lust wash over me.

“Lay back, baby girl,” he says in a cooing voice. I do exactly as he says, lying on the changing table completely naked, reveling in his dominance over me. I am overwhelmed at being taken care of. It is not something I am used to at all. And here is this wonderful man who wants to do just that. Take care of me. Take control of me so I do not have to think about anything else but being in this moment. As I look up at him, I see something in his hand.

“Open up for Daddy,” he requests. I open my mouth and he places a pacifier in it. I feel even more under his control with this action. This draws me further into a “little” mindset. It is simply wonderful. I am in the moment, allowing Daddy to completely dominate me and dictate everything. I obey his orders, submissive to his desires. Eager to please him. Hoping that I make him as happy as he makes me.

Daddy looks down at me lovingly. His hand strokes the side of my face, rubbing my hair back away from my face. Next I feel both of his hands on my breasts. He rubs them achingly slowly and gently. My nipples are begging for attention, but he continues to rub my large globes, everywhere but where I want to feel his hands. He smiles down at me, a knowing look. He finally rubs my rock-hard nipples. His fingers tug and pull at them, just short of pain, but certainly with enough pressure that it is a direct link to my pussy. The entire lower part of my body clenches deeply. His hands continue downward, down to where I ache the most. He lays his hand on my tummy and rubs it soothingly. I look up at his face and see such adoration. I cannot believe it is adoration for me! And what I feel for him is indescribable. It is overwhelming in its intensity. I cannot find the words to adequately describe it. Richard continues to look down at me as his hand crawls too slowly down to between my legs. His hand rubs over my smooth pussy lips lightly. I am swollen with desire for more. Richard’s eyes move down there. He slides his fingers easily through my soaked inner pussy lips.

“Baby girl, you seem to be very aroused. Look how wet you are for me,” he says, holding his fingers up. I can see the glistening wetness on his fingers. He puts his index finger in his mouth and sucks my arousal off of his finger. “Mmmmmm, you taste divine, little one, but that was a teasing appetizer. I would like to really enjoy tasting you and learning all there is to know about your pussy.”

My breathing quickens as he says this. I am on fire with desire and wanting. I watch as Richard moves to the end of the table and, in one swift move, he wraps his arms around my thighs and pulls me further down on the table toward the edge. His head travels down between my legs and I can feel the slightest touch on my inner folds. He rubs his fingers up and down, exploring and teasing. He touches everywhere but the place I need his touch the most. I spit the pacifier out so I can speak. “Please, please…” I plead.

“What do you want, baby girl, tell Daddy,” he responds.

“Touch me, please.”

“But I am touching you, sweetie. I’m touching you and looking at your red, swollen pussy lips. I can smell your arousal. You have a beautiful pussy, little one. If you want Daddy to touch you somewhere else, you need to use your words,” he says in a loving, Daddy-like tone of voice.

“P…p…please touch my button, Daddy,” I say, not quite believing I am using such a childish word. It is amazing how easily it falls off my tongue.

Richard chuckles. “Your button? Hmm, do you mean here, little one?” I feel his finger slide lightly over my clit. He rubs my clit in a circular motion, painstakingly slow but steady. Oh, the promised land. I want more pressure, and faster rubbing!

“That feels soooooo good, Daddy. Keep…doing…that…please,” I say, breathless. My back arches as I push my pussy into his finger to get more pressure.

“Easy, baby girl, just lay back and relax. Daddy will take care of you,” he says. Suddenly, I feel his hot breath on my pussy. I hold my breath waiting for what I know is coming next. His mouth clamps onto my clit and he sucks, licks, and tugs with his teeth. It feels unbelievably good. I am a raging inferno, so close to orgasm. My body tingles. It is tight, like an elastic band you stretch, then let go so it snaps. Richard has been slowly bringing me to a simmer, but now I am that stretched elastic band. I am on the cusp of climax, ready to snap.

“P…p…p…l…e…a…s…e,” I moan and it is a plea Richard answers as he puts even more pressure on my tiny bundle of nerves. “I…I’m gonna…oh, God,”

“Cum, baby girl, cum for Daddy so he can taste you more,” he says with his mouth still on me, his words vibrating over my pussy. I do as he commands. I cum. Hard and long. I see bright lights of fireworks behind my eyeballs as my body convulses, my back arching way off of the table. Unbelievable. Fantastic. I catch my breath as I start to come down from my orgasmic high. I cannot move. My limbs are heavy. My body is completely spent. I open my eyes and Richard’s face is a few inches from mine, momentarily startling me. “Are you all right, little one?”

His smiling lips are glistening with my pussy juices. It takes me a few moments to collect myself. I try to speak, but am still overcome, so I nod my head. Richard rubs my hair away from my damp face. “Just relax, little one. Daddy is here to take care of all your needs. Everything is fine. You are exquisite, my beautiful baby girl.”

He places the pacifier back into my eager mouth. I watch him bend down below the table, then stand with a diaper in his hand. Without words, Richard conveys his intentions. He holds the diaper up and his eyes then look to my drenched pussy. He opens the folds of the diaper and heads back to the end of the table.

I feel his hands tap my bottom and I comply with his unspoken request to lift my bottom up. He slides the diaper under my bottom. I feel him cleaning me with a baby wipe, then rubbing diaper cream all over my folds down to my bottom.

I lay reveling in the feeling of being diapered by him. My Daddy Dom. A man who I barely know, yet know so well. He truly is a dream come true and the chance to experience being his baby girl for real is more than I have ever dared to dream. That familiar smell of baby powder fills the air as he secures the diaper in place. I am lying before him, naked but for a diaper. A true adult baby girl.

“There you are, little one. All set. Nice and secure for your Daddy,” he croons. I feel such affection for him, it feels as if I might burst.

“Come on, baby girl, let’s get you all settled in,” he says and I am a bit unsure of what he means. Richard puts his hands out to me, taking both of mine as I sit up. I take in the picture of me sitting up wearing only a diaper. Richard kisses the top of my forehead and then holds out the tee shirt I was wearing before to help me put it on. He walks me over to the comfy chair and tells me to stay there a minute. He leaves the room and it gives me a moment to absorb and process all that has happened since yesterday.

This room is lovely. Even though sparsely decorated, the furniture is beautiful craftsmanship. I remember reading stories about adult babies being put in their nurseries. They always provoked a strong reaction in me. I am sitting in a room that I envisioned reading those stories. And here I sit in my own real-life story with an opportunity to experience something that I have only ever read about before.

My thoughts are interrupted by the sight of my very sexy Daddy walking back into the room. He is holding a baby bottle. Richard smiles at me as he scoops me into his arms, sitting down in the chair with me in his lap. He holds the bottle to my lips and I take the nipple into my mouth, sinking further into my little headspace. His arms wrapped around me make me feel more loved than I ever have before. I realize that nothing in my life will ever be the same again. It is a thought that makes me smile in pure happiness.

Chapter Seven

“So, baby girl, you will make sure you call me as soon as you get home?” Daddy asks me yet again.

“Yes, Daddy, I promise I will call you as soon as I walk in the door,” I respond.

“You will make sure to drive extra carefully too, right? Wear your seatbelt. Obey the speed limit. Be very careful. No stops along the way either. Head straight home while it is still light out,” he rambles on.

It is so nice to have someone care about my safety. I have lived alone and on my own for so long. “As I already said several times,” I say teasingly, “yes, Daddy, I will do all of those things and arrive home safe and sound, I promise.”

“I am sorry if my concern is annoying to you, little one,” he says, sounding slightly annoyed himself. “You will have to get used to my overbearing and controlling tendencies. I consider you to be very precious cargo. Now that I have found you, I do not want to let you go. This weekend has changed my life. I wish that we could stay here forever.”

“I feel the same way too, Richard. It has been surreal. All my dreams come true. I have never been so happy or felt as alive as I do right now. I hate to leave too. But let’s face it, life goes on. We cannot engage in deviant sexual role-playing forever,” I laugh.

“Hey, there is nothing deviant about what we do, Siobhan. We are two very adult people with a common interest in a sexual fetish. It is consensual. There is nothing wrong with it if we both agree to engage in these activities. And I would say from our weekend, we are both in agreement,” he smirks.

“You are right, Daddy. I very much agree to all of this, having you in my life, being my Daddy, my Dominant.” We stand silently for a few minutes, hesitant for the moment to end. I need to go now, although I hate to do it.

“Okay, off you go. For now, anyway. Just remember your rules, baby girl. I will expect a nightly phone conversation to review your daily rules checklist.”

“Yes, Daddy, I have my new list of rules that you revised. Although I am not too sure about a few of these rules. It will be hard to obey them all. Especially the ‘no touching myself’ rule.”

“While it may be hard to obey the rules, you will still follow them all or I will be very unhappy with you. I expect total obedience and if you fail to obey, you will be punished when I see you next weekend, little one. Do not forget that you have agreed to submit to me. I expect you to please me by following through on all that we have discussed.”

“Yes, Sir, I understand. Well, I guess I should hit the road.”

“Yes, little one. Please be careful. My entire world is walking out the door and I need to know you will stay safe for me.”

“I will stay safe, Daddy, I promise,” I say sadly. Richard scoops me up into a gigantic hug and kisses me with passion and abandon. All of our feelings are conveyed in this one perfect kiss. Once I start heading down the driveway, away from him, I feel like crying. This amazing experience has affected me in ways I could never have imagined. It must be right to move forward with him if I feel so much sadness at leaving him, right?

I get home and continue reflecting on Richard…Daddy. A thrill shoots through me as I think of him. My Daddy. I cannot stop thinking about him. I cannot stop thinking about his nurturing manner, his kindness and guidance, his strictness. All of these things I have wanted and needed in my life so badly and have been handed, essentially, on a silver platter. Everything I want right there for me to grab. I am his baby girl.

Once I am home and settled back into my nightly routine, I open my email and am thrilled to see that Richard sent me the email he promised to send after I left his house.

FROM
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Dear Baby Girl,

I want to send you this email to ensure that you are clear about my expectations going forward. Before we met in person, the rules I gave you were designed for online role-playing. Now that you and I are officially in a Daddy/baby girl relationship, I want to modify your rules to reflect your submission and my dominance over you. Please see your list of rules at the end of this email. Nothing should be a surprise to you and I am more than happy to answer any questions you may have. In fact, I would love for you to respond by sending me your reactions and feelings about your new rules.