“Can I be left alone to…” she trailed off, a hint of desperation in her voice.
“No, little one. You can pee in your diaper here. There is no shame in it. Now, try to relax and let it come.”
Helena closed her eyes and coyly buried her face in his shoulder, too embarrassed to let him see her attempt the action. Mark slipped his hand underneath the tulle petticoat underneath the dress and cupped the triangle confined in the diaper, wanting to feel her obediently peeing in the diaper.
“I can’t,” she suddenly blurted out. “And I need to go. Daddy, please let me go to the toilet.”
“No.” He made sure his tone was firm and unrelenting.
“I can’t, Daddy. Please.”
“I will help you.”
Mark positioned his hands with one cupping the back of the diaper covering her bottom so he could know when she let go and the diaper became full, while he slipped his fingers from his other hand under the elastic to reach her pussy. She was a little dry when he first touched her but after kneading her clit a rush of creamy fluid signalling her arousal made his caress easier.
“What are you doing?” she asked breathlessly.
“I am going to make it easier for you, little one and take the control of your bodily function away from you.”
“You are going to make me pee?” She sounded disbelieving even sarcastic.
“Yes, just watch and see your body obey me.” A knowing smile curled his lips. “You and your body are under my control now, baby girl and I can make you do anything.”
His dark velvet words had obviously struck a chord with her and she moaned softly, her vagina flooding with juice, lubricating his middle finger as he stretched it up inside her entrance.
“That’s my girl. Just relax and enjoy the pleasure, Helena.”
She groaned.
“But I need to go.”
“Do as I tell you to do.”
Mark finally felt Helena make an effort to relax her body against him on his lap as he worked her. She clutched at the lapel of his suit jacket and pressed her face against it beginning to whimper and moan with need. She responded well to direct commands. It seemed to give her something to lean on and trust in him. She was the perfect submissive for his brand of dominance and soon he envisaged she would willingly kneel before him surrendering to his rule in their relationship. Perhaps he would even collar her. Only time would tell if she could make the final commitment.
Mark turned his hand so that the heel of it rested on her lower stomach above her pussy, which he used to press down on her bladder to make her pee. His middle finger remained inside her channel coaxing the soft slippery muscles towards an orgasm. Once her climax erupted, her muscles would relax and force her to release her trapped water.
Helena’s body lifted and lowered in time with the pace he set with the thrusts of his finger. Her moans turned to whimpers and small pants. She needed to pee badly, and she was caught in the pleasure pain paradox, restless and unable to decide whether she was enjoying the experience or being tortured by it. He smiled enjoying watching her racked by both as he commanded her body to his will. Mark curled his finger upwards to masterfully stimulate the G-spot with his finger until Helena’s cries became louder and louder and she was moving wildly on his lap. He stroked faster.
“I give you permission to come now, little one,” he whispered in her ear. “Be loud for me. I want to hear your pleasure, Helena.”
With a strangled cry that echoed around the walls of the room, Helena’s orgasm blossomed. As Mark made her climax her clenched muscles contracted and gave control to him, releasing her water in a torrent over his inserted finger and into the diaper just as her Dominant had ordered.
Mark held her bottom as he continued to thrust in and out of her channel making sure her orgasm was prolonged and intense, not to mention that every drop of her held water was collected inside the diaper to his satisfaction. He felt his cock harden loving her abandonment and the control she had given him over her body. He didn’t know how much longer he could hold out from stopping their age play and taking her hard like the woman she was. He wanted to stamp his claim on her over and over again until she was completely clear she belonged to him and never again to anyone else. But Helena, came first and she needed this nurturing time to feel safe and protected. Once that had been achieved, he would bring her back in to adulthood.
Helena’s pee flowed warmly over his fingers into the diaper to be soaked up. His hand over the diaper covering her bottom was treated to feeling the swell of it as it became full.
“You were holding a lot of water in there, Helena. Mind you don’t do that again. No wonder you had a pain in your tummy,” he said continuing to caress her as the aftershocks shuddered her inside. Her panting calmed.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Let’s get you changed and into bed.”
Helena was quiet. Her cheeks were flame red just like a little girl who had been scolded and she was embarrassed. She was adorable. He removed his damp fingers.
“Stand up, and come with me,” he instructed taking hold of her hand with his clean one. Helena could barely look at him. He chuckled as he led her to the en suite bathroom next to the fireplace that appeared as though it was simply part of the wood panelling in the room. The room was designed to fool and give a seamless effect for game playing and to ensure the lady he was playing with didn’t sneak off to use the bathroom instead of using the diaper. Helena had obviously been too wrapped up in her thoughts to have noticed it. It made him worry about her again. What the hell was she hiding from him? All he knew was that it had something to do with a child, a little girl called Clara.
Mark made Helena sit on a chair while he washed his hands. He removed his jacket and took out a changing mat from the baby bag he kept ready in the bathroom. She was very quiet and still too shy to look at him. She sat on the chair with her hands clasped in her lap turning her head to look out of the window refusing to watch what he was doing. He grinned to himself and continued with his task.
“Helena, come here,” he commanded holding out his hand to her as he knelt on the floor by the mat ready to change her diaper. Reluctantly she looked at him and came to take hold of his hand. He paused for a while, moving his thumb over her knuckles to soothe her when she looked lost again.
“Come and lie down on the mat and let me get that heavy, wet diaper off you and make you more comfortable.”
He expected some back chat, but she quietly and obediently lay down on the mat letting him lift her dress and pull it to her waist.
“Are you feeling all right, little princess?” he asked making sure.
“Yes, Daddy. I’m fine,” she answered covering that sadness again making him wonder if he should halt the role-playing.
He stopped what he was doing and adopted a serious tone, leaning over her face.
“Do you want to stop, Helena?”
Silence.
“No. No, I don’t. I want to continue. This is all just making me think. But I don’t want to stop,” she sounded certain.
“You don’t have to just to please me.”
She issued a set of statements.
“I want to. I agreed to this. I want to be a good submissive. I want to be your submissive.”
He bent down to kiss her lips, captivated by her declarations his probe of her feelings told him were more than true. She was eager for their relationship to work, yet he still made a mental note to keep track of any change in her demeanour and feelings, which would prompt him to ask the question again.
He undid the tabs on the diaper and lifted it out from under her body. Helena remained perfectly still and did everything she was asked to do without question. It was a dream to change her.
After disposing of the diaper, he used some baby wipes to cleanse her shaven vagina and tops of her legs. He raised her legs and wiped between the crease of her bottom and each cheek to cleanse her. Daddy finished covering her in baby lotion and then put on a clean fr
esh diaper. Once she was settled, he smoothed down her pretty dress and lifted her up into his arms. Helena wrapped her legs around his middle and clung to him like a small child.
Mark carried her back into the room and sat her down on the bed.
“I want you to go to bed and rest.”
“But it is early, Daddy.”
“It isn’t that early, darling. It is later than you think. Just approaching eight p.m. and you have stayed up past your bedtime. Don’t argue with me.”
She was suitably quiet. He walked towards the armoire and pulled out a summer nightdress, white with pink rose petals over it, fastened at the front with two small buttons. Daddy lovingly removed her tights and shoes folding them neatly and hanging up the dress. He wanted her to wear it again tomorrow for more playtime. He undid her hair, freeing it from the bun and tenderly brushed the silky strands settling just above her shoulders.
He opened his arms in front of her, gesturing for her to come in to his arms again and she responded closing her arms tightly around his neck. He felt the softness of her cheek rub against the neatly groomed facial hair lining his mouth and jawline. He felt something he hadn’t felt in a long time swell in his heart. It was pure and simple love. He held her closer. He never wanted to be parted from her.
Holding her, he turned the bed down and set her down amongst the cool sheets and pulled the covers over her.
“Will you stay with me, Daddy?” she asked nervously.
“Of course. I will sit in the chair by your bed all night, little one. I will never leave you,” he reassured tucking the covers around her and giving her forehead a quick kiss.
“Would you like Clara?” he asked making sure he watched her eyes for any signs of distress when he used the name. But her defences were strong again.
“Yes, please, Daddy.”
He walked to the table to retrieve Clara from her chair and the teddy bear. He put the teddy on the other side of the bed and tucked Clara down the front of the covers adoring the way Helena curled her hands around her to clutch her close to her chest for comfort.
“Go to sleep, little princess. I am here with you,” he whispered trailing his fingers through the silky strands of her dark chestnut hair, moving strays from her forehead before bowing to brush his lips over her forehead once again. “Close your eyes and rest. It is safe to. I will protect you.”
Satisfied when her eyelids fluttered with her sleepiness and she slipped into dreamland, Mark moved away to close the curtains and draw up an armchair positioned near the fireplace beside her bed. He sat watching her for a while thinking about everything that had happened between them, watching her move in her sleep, soothing her from a disturbing dream and sat back to find himself drifting off.
Chapter 10
The next day, Helena woke up to find the sun streaming in through the windows. Mark had opened the curtains and woken her.
“Good morning, little one. Did you sleep well?” he asked, gently brushing her forehead with his lips.
“Yes, thank you,” she answered immediately resuming her child role. She hadn’t woken up feeling safe and sound like this in a long time. The room was her world at this point in time. Nothing could get in to hurt her and Daddy made sure of that. The night had been full of sweet dreams apart from one at the start. She’d felt Rann push at her mind trying to gain entry, but her defences had held. Mark had probed her mind fleetingly through the night and supported them. Even now she could feel him trying to discover the source of the unpleasant dream. He was getting closer to finding out and it threatened to make her tense. She shook the feeling off vowing not to let him in at any cost. She didn’t want to show any weakness or how damaged she was underneath.
Daddy slipped his hand underneath the covers and cupped the diaper she was wearing underneath her nightdress with the rose petals all over it.
“You stayed dry through the night. Good girl. Do you want to be a big girl and use the potty this morning?”
Helena frowned. She wasn’t sure what was worse, weeing into a diaper at his command on his knee or sitting on a potty peeing in front of him.
“Can I not use the toilet, Daddy?” She had to try.
“No, naughty girl,” he said shaking her chin in a gentle playful manner. “You are not old enough to use the toilet. Come on, let’s get you up. Potty, then food, then bath and dressed.”
He threw the covers off and reached down to lift her up in to his arms.
“Why are you carrying me, Daddy?” she queried.
“Because I like to, baby girl. Do you not like it?”
“I love it, Daddy.” She giggled.
They reached the bathroom and Helena found herself looking longingly at the toilet as Mark sat her down on the chair near the window. Mark was dressed in one of his trademark designer three-piece suits. He removed his suit jacket and draped it over the side of the bath allowing Helena a glimpse of his athletic body in the fitted shirt and waistcoat. He opened the cupboard door while she gazed out the white bathroom, almost identical to the one off her bedroom downstairs, over the grounds at a swimming pool as the breeze waved the fir trees in the woods in the distance. She hadn’t left the room for over a day and she wondered what he had been telling his team guarding her about her reluctance to come out. It made her supress a giggle wondering how they would take her appearance if they happened to walk in on them.
Mark took out a potty large enough for an adult. It was white with happy little baby ducks in nappies all over it. The baby bag followed it. Helena turned away feeling her cheeks burn.
“Come on, little one, stand up for Daddy so he can take your diaper off.”
There was no getting out of it. She let Mark help her stand and pull up her nightie.
“Hold it there for me,” he told her undoing the plastic tabs on the diaper so he could remove it from her body.”
She stood before him with her shaven pussy and bottom bared. He smoothed his hand over her vagina to make sure she was dry and there had been no leakage after all. Then he took hold of her arms and lowered her down on to the potty. She tried to cover herself by pulling the nightie down, but Mark was to deny her the luxury of privacy.
“No, no, little one. I need to see what you are doing.”
“I can’t wee in here,” she told him matter-of-factly that raised a grin from his lips.
“Do you want me to help you like I did last time, baby girl?”
“No, no. I will manage. Somehow…” she trailed her sentence off into a whisper.
Mark came to stand over her, his hands on his hips, watching her with interest.
“Prove it, Helena. Show me.”
He was issuing her a challenge. She closed her eyes to avoid his stare and tried to relax her muscles and allow her pee to flow freely. But despite having a full bladder from having slept straight through the night, she just couldn’t do it.
“I can’t do it with you watching me.”
He shook his head.
“It is something you will have to learn but for now, I will help you.”
Mark moved behind her and knelt. She felt the delicious warmth of his muscled arms around her as he pulled her body back against the supporting wall of his chest.
“Now, let’s see.”
Mark cupped her pussy and sank his middle finger in between the middle of her lips. She was dry and barren at first but the first stroke of his thumb across her clit provoked a trickle of cream to lubricate her.
“That’s it. Now, open your legs wide. Spread them open. Good girl.”
It was a lewd position and it made her burn with embarrassment. She felt the scrape of his neatly groomed facial hair against the side of her face as he looked over her shoulder down at her pussy and into the potty anticipating the rush of her water any time. He pressed his head against hers making her feel safe. It was a disarming action.
“Relax, Helena.”
He was rubbing her vagina with purpose now, building desire inside the pit of her stomach. S
he closed her eyes beginning to sink into the satiating warmth of arousal while he circled his fingers around the rim of her entrance teasing her by slipping the tip of his finger just inside every now and then.
Helena became restless. Mark had been caressing the top of her thigh with his free hand but now he would use it in a very different action. Helena jolted when she felt the first slap of his hand against her pussy lips. His middle finger rose up in one firm thrust deep in between the pink, smooth, muscles lining her vulva just before the second slap. His thrusts became hard and unforgiving just as they had been with his penis when he had first taken her. His finger curled upwards towards her G-spot as he continued to whip her pussy with his hand.
“Pull your nightie up above your breasts,” he ordered letting his hand land harder when she did not rush to obey his command.
Helena pulled it up. He removed his hand from her pussy and shocked her by slapping his hand firmly against one breast then the second, careful to capture the teats as he did so. The pain was sharp and fleeting, more of a sting. Her heavy breasts jumped. He slapped them, taking turns returning to spank her pussy and back again. It was dominant and a practiced art. Before she knew it, Helena was panting and on the verge of coming. He knew just how to play her body and make it do whatever he wanted.
He whispered in her ear, “Come for me, Helena, like a good girl.”
Mark gave her pussy a sharp spank just as he picked up his stroke of her G-spot with the expert thrust of his middle finger. She gave a cry of delight when her climax exploded. Mark gave a triumphant cry of his own when he felt the warm trickle of the waterfall of pee travelling over his fingers to splash against the plastic and fill the potty’s bowl. He maintained his hard, thrusting pace, slapping at her breasts a few more times until she relaxed against him spent and her bladder empty.
The day was spent much like the day before. Helena took her bottle willingly and even managed to relieve herself in the diaper while sitting on his knee, much to Daddy’s delight. She was quiet and accepting of his control when he changed her and fed her the organic baby food. It actually made her feel hungry and she did not act like a naughty stubborn child when he fed it to her on the spoon. But best of all she liked her cuddles with Daddy that were available whenever she wanted. He read to her in the rocking chair and had a doll’s tea party with Clara and Teddy. When bedtime came again, Daddy lay on top of the covers of her bed cuddling her while he read her a story about a fairy princess being rescued from a high tower by a handsome prince to live happily ever after. The only thing that had spoilt it were her disturbed dreams about her past that Daddy helped soothe away.
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