by D. D. Wyatt
I finished the bottle but held it there in my lips for a long time. The closeness I felt with Jesse like a warm blanket around a frozen child.
“You ready?” He rumbled.
“Sure. For what?” I answered quietly looking up into his twinkling eyes.
He didn’t speak, but slipped his arms around me, picking me up and carrying me back over to the bed and I had a feeling I knew what was next and wasn’t sure how to react.
Jesse laid me down, gently stretching me out on the white sheets. It wasn’t a joke, his face was dead serious as he picked up the folded white diaper and set it next to my hips, opening up another drawer on the night stand and taking out a small plastic box with an electrical cord coming from the bottom. My eyes followed his every movement, as he opened the top of the box and inside was a pile of baby wipes and the box was a warmer.
“Well…I’m not really sure what to say.” I twisted my lips to the side at the same time a little gush of arousal warmed my insides.
“You don’t need to say anything. Just lay back and let me do my thing.”
How is it possible, that as soon as he said that, there was a distinctive tingle between my legs. Even before his warm, solid hands pushed up my nightgown, revealing my still naked lower half, something in his voice, something about the forbidden nature of being diapered had my body reacting and my pink slit lubricating.
I feel like I need to say something, to protest. Right? I mean, this is weird? Why does it feel so good?
Jesse’s strong hands bent my legs and opened me and I could see the ravenous lust flush over his face as my naked lower lips spread in front of him. But, with steely determination he reached inside the warm plastic box and drew out a small stack of wipes, the comforting smell of baby powder drifting into my nose.
“Mmmm.” I couldn’t help it, a moan vibrated in my throat as the first touch of he warm wipe gently contacted my skin. Jesse lovingly and slowly caressed the outside of my lower lips, deliciously finding every inch of me as appealing as the last. Completely entranced in his work as I lay my head back on the pillow and allowed him to gently clean and fondle me.
“You are so beautiful baby girl.”
I opened my eyes just a sliver, to watch him as he stared at me in awe, drinking me in as his fingers wound the tension in my belly tighter and tighter.
“Does this feel good?” He deep voice rumbled.
“Um hmm.” I barely whispered as I watched his hand on my open folds. It was like a delicate dance he performed. He moved slowly and deliberately, sensually running the warm cloth up and down over my now well lubricated intimate spaces.
He rubbed harder, lower, and I began to pulse my hips gently with the movement of his hands.
“Oh, no. We need to get you into your first diaper and at this rate, we’re not going to make it without a big fucking detour little girl.”
His stern voice had just a hint of his own weakening resolve.
“Okay. But…”
“Shhh. No. Now lift up.”
He spread the white diaper with the little pink flowers on the tabs under my still pink bottom.
“Ow.” The diaper scratching at my sensitive skin.
“Hurts?”
“A little.”
“Yeah, you got a pretty hard spanking. This will help.” He rubbed a white cream over my bottom and it cooled almost immediately.
“Better.” I smiled.
“Good. Now, don’t think you won’t get another spanking when you need it. Understand?”
I nodded as he pulled the thick fabric up over my dripping pussy and pulled the tabs tightly at my hips, lowering my nightgown.
“Now, I’m going to pick out a nice dress and then we will go to the kitchen for some breakfast.”
Looking back, I acquiesced so easily that day. The dress was a little yellow number barely long enough to cover the diaper. Jesse had me in little lace ankle socks and white patent leather Mary Jane’s. He braided my hair in two long braids and tied matching ribbons on the end.
“Look at you. A little different from the girl I found sleeping off a nasty hangover in my office a few days ago?”
Jesse turned me so I would see myself in the long mirror in the attached bathroom. Looking back, I saw a lady with clear eyes and pink cheeks. Something like a smile on the corners of her mouth and the hunk of manhood standing at her side made me shiver. The strange sensation of the thick diaper between my legs deeply erotic and sensual.
“You’re beautiful. You’re smart and funny and I’ve loved you since you were sixteen Kat.”
Jesse spun me around to face him.
Did he just say he loved me? ME?
“Jesse, that can’t be. I mean, come on. You’re you…” I waved my hands up and down his body, “and, I’m…me.”
“Don’t ever say anything like that again. Ever.” His voice boomed and he gave my shoulders a shake. “You, my dear, need to remember who you are. Because, you, are fucking amazing and any jackass that doesn’t see that is a mother fucking blind son-of-a-bitch. You are your own worst enemy Kat and you need to cut that shit out. Who outscored every other person in the senior class on BOTH her SAT’s and the IQ test? Oh, and who won the President’s Medal of Achievement for Outstanding Accomplishments in the Arts?”
What the fuck? How would he know that shit?
“How do you know that?” I stared back at him in the mirror.
“Kent left me all your school awards, family photos, along with a small portfolio of investments he had started for you to go to college. The college thing is still waiting for you, when you’re ready. But, I gotta be honest. I took that money and made some investments with it. It is in your name held in trust, but I’m the executor. I can use it for your college, but when you turn thirty is was suppose to be yours.” He had a strange look in his eye and I was sure what was coming next was he was going to tell me he lost the money. It didn’t really matter, I mean, how much could it have been? Kent and I scraped by on barely a poverty level income.
“It’s okay Jesse. If the money’s gone, I understand. It probably wasn’t much anyway. I appreciate you saving all my school stuff. Kent must have known I would lose it along the way. “
I turned around, and looped my hands around his waist, my face resting just below his chest. I had to admit, there was a small sinking feeling in my stomach thinking maybe there was at least something out there for me financially. Something to give me a new start, but it was gone so it’s not like I had it and lost it. I just decided to pretend it never was there to begin with.
God damn it he’s tall. He’s even taller like this.
I heard Jesse take a deep breath and pushed my shoulders back to look up at his face.
“I didn’t lose the money Kat.”
“What? I’m not sure what you mean. So, I can go to college if I want?”
“Ummm, yep. You could go a couple times if you want.”
“Jesse, what’s the deal?” His eye twinkled.
“Look around. See this house?”
“Yeah…” I answered.
“It’s yours. When you turn 30 that is. Oh, and there’s more. A lot more. Like I bought into this little company called Facebook with the money about eight years ago.”
My face turned red and a wave of heat covered my body.
“What do you mean?”
“Kent didn’t leave that much money, but what he did leave I invested. One of the investments was Facebook shares and well, it’s done pretty well.”
“JESSE!! Really??!!”``
“No fucking joke.”
“So, it that how you started all your clubs?”
“No. That’s all me. I never took a dime out of your trust. Only to invest, like this house.”
Unbelievable. Really? Is this real?
“God Jesse. I’ll never be able to thank you.” My eyes got blurry and I bit my lip trying to not cry.
“Oh, I’ll think of a way. Or two. Or three.” The timbre of his voice
suddenly thick and ripe with something more.
“So, can I stay here?” I wasn’t really sure what was next.
“Yep. It’s in the trust. When you’re thirty, you get to decide if I get to stay. But, we’ve got a few years for that. For now, it’s my turn to take care of you. And this, the dresses, the diapers, everything, it’s all part of it. When we’re here alone, you’re my baby girl and I’m your Daddy. But, when we’re out or with other people, we’ll both be big. Just trust me. I’ve never told anyone this, but my mom and dad have been married for 69 years and it’s worked for them.”
“Really? YOUR mom and dad? They were like this?”
“Well, they weren’t like this all the time, but I caught on as I got older. It’s how he loved her, completely and unconditionally. Just the way I want to love you Katrina.” He paused and brushed my braid off my shoulder, that flicker back in his eye. “But, I gotta tell you, right this second, the only thing I want to do is rip that pretty dress off and finish off what I started when I got that diaper on you. Damn Kat, you’re pussy is calling me and I can’t think of anything else right now. Look what you do…”
He guided my hand to the front of his pants, and rubbed my palm against the engorged monster underneath. The tickle between my legs frantically growing into a thundering desire.
I didn’t waste a second and dropped to my knees in front of him, the fury of my own ravenous lust quickly engulfing me.
“Daddy, can I suck your cock?” My fingers already on the button of his straining jeans.
“Fuck Kat, you’re killin’ me. God damn girl.”
His hard on sprung out of his pants as soon as I had the zipper down, his boxers no match for the engorged shaft and I wiggled the fabric down to his knees, then he quickly kicked his boots across the floor and I tore his pants off.
“Hmmmm…” I licked the enormous head, the quintessential taste of manhood from the drops of clear liquid that dripped from the cleaved slit.
“Fuckkkk.” Jesse moaned as I opened my mouth as wide as possible to take him in, pushing the head over my tongue and running it around the defined swollen rim, sucking and licking my way up and down. Discovering every inch of him. “Kat, damn.”
He pulsed his hips gently forward, as I took in as much of his length as I could, both my hands gliding around his girth and pumping him with the rhythm of my sucking mouth. I listened as his breathing got deeper and deeper, the head of his cock swelling and I slid one hand up between his legs to cup his balls. The sac was huge and heavy in my hand, but as I worked, the skin tightened and the briny taste of his pre-cum covered my tongue.
“Uhhhh…God Kat, so good. But, stop, wait…”
I pulled his length from my throat, looking up at him.
“Why? Wasn’t that good?”
“God, fuck, yes. Too good, I…” I could see the restraint in his face, he was trying to hold back.
“I want to taste your cum. Cum in my mouth Daddy, please.”
I grabbed onto him with a vengeance, sucking his length as deep as I could down my throat, past the point of gagging, I managed to relax and open my throat, taking him deeper than I ever thought possible. The hollows of my cheeks deepened as I listened to his rumbling moans and the pace of his hips jutting forward increased.
“Fuck, yes, God damn…fuck Kat don’t stop…”
The ridge around his gigantic head grew and grew in my mouth and I sucked and licked, massaging the heavy taut sac between his legs until his hands gripped the top of my head, holding me steady as he plunged his cock deep into my mouth, the explosion of his cum filling my cheeks and dripping out of the corners of my mouth as he groaned and jerked with every spray of his hot fluid.
I swallowed and licked until I milked every drop of his precious release down my own throat.
“Fuck girl. Come here.” He lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist as he lowered me down on the floor. The little dress didn’t stand a chance as he tore at the buttons until it was opened completely in front, the diaper quickly following suit as he tossed it across the room.
Moaning as his fingers met with the heat of my soaking wet folds, he toyed and played with my hardened clit, sending shivers outward from each teasing flick of his thumb. He stroked and rubbed me until I thought I would lose my mind, my hips meeting with his motion, but my body screaming out for more.
“Ummmm…”
He gingerly pressed two long fingers deep into my dripping clenching canal, gently pumping back and forth, watching my face as he pleasured me.
“Does it hurt?”
He knew his cock was a beast and I was definitely still feeling the effects of his rough fucking yesterday.
“A little, but don’t stop. I want you…”
“Okay baby girl. But, let me show you something else.”
He lowered one slick dripping finger, sliding it easily between my ass cheeks, his face watching me every second, drinking in my pleasure like he needed it more than his own.
“Umm, oh God…”
“Shh, relax.” He pressed one long finger against my tight ring of muscle, the juices from my slick pussy easing the way, opening me slowly. He spun his finger and pushed farther in, my body writhing with the new wondrous sensation of his finger inside my tight ass.
“Oh Jesse…” I whispered into his shoulder.
“Does that feel good? Like this?” He pumped slowly, going deeper with each tiny pulse.
“Oh my god yes, Jesus, fuck it’s so good.” My voice broke and I pulled his body down onto me, opening my legs father as his other fingers began to work their own magic on my still throbbing pussy. I felt him push up inside my slick walls while still pulsing his other finger slowly but surely deep into my asshole.
My fingers clenched onto his body, my mind swirling and the pleasure of having him inside both of my holes driving me to the edge of madness.
I moaned and wiggled onto him, the sensation so strange and seductive. Jesse increased the pressure and pace, driving deep and hard, sawing in and out of me in both places, as my body hurdled frantically toward the gnawing beast that he was quickly releasing inside my very core.
“Oh God Daddy…that’s so good…” Just saying the words brought me to the cliff and immediately pushed me over the edge. Jesse could feel the urgency and his pace and power pummeled into me, increasing the depth of the explosion that wracked my body.
Every muscle in my ass and pussy wrapped around his fingers and pulsed as my body jerked and rocked onto him. The fire and ice that flowed through my veins sending waves of intense bliss into every cell of my being. I cried out, whimpered and clutched at him, doing everything in my power to make the miracle of this rapture go on forever.
Small rasps and moans finished off as the undulations in my body slowed and finally stopped. Jesse withdrew his fingers and gave me a moment to recover.
“Ummm, God Jesse. That was amazing.”
“Glad to hear.”
I laughed, laying there with my torn dress, looking up at the stern eyes and masculine face of the man that I never dreamed would ever want me as he slipped his dripping fingers from my body.
We both got into the bathtub and he washed me and we sat in the tub, the warm water and bubbles surrounding us as I leaned back against the granite of his chest, his head leaned back on the edge of the tub, eyes closed. His still semi-hard cock pressing against my back.
“Jess?”
“Hmmm?” He didn’t open his eyes.
“When we get out, will you give me another bottle?”
I can’t believe I am asking for this…
I heard a deep low laugh in his chest.
“Of course baby girl. Of course.”
After our bath, Daddy diapered me and I put on a nice soft nightgown. Daddy let me choose a dress or a nightie and since we were just going to stay around the house, I liked the nightgown most.
We snuggled on the couch, looking out over the lake as he held me and I sucked down another bottle
. I grew to love my ‘little’ status with Daddy. We fell into our big and little whenever we were home.
Something else I quickly figured out, is being naughty brings it’s own pleasure. Jesse’s spankings were always when I needed it, but I think he and I both knew, sometimes I was naughty on purpose. The feel of his stinging hand on my bottom almost always ended up with me dripping wet and him as hard as a rock.
Jesse had to figure out some new and more creative punishments for me, and we both sometimes couldn’t wait to try them out even before there was a need. We filled up that shelf of pictures in the library with lots of new ones of us together and my closet is now full of everything a little girl could ever dream of, big or little.
Sometimes you have to give everything up in order to start over and get everything you really wanted in the first place. I just thank God every day that Daddy waited for me because without him, I’m not sure where I would be.
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SURRENDER
by
D.D. Wyatt
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