my wittle space 2 b babygirl

If you want to stay little when we go out, I will gladly oblige. This might look like:

Ordering your food for you.

Making you ask Daddy permission properly for every little thing. And I do mean every little thing - To get a drink. To go to the bathroom. To try on a dress. To chew a piece of gum…

Telling you when you’ve had enough to drink.

Opening your doors.

Making you edge in bathrooms or changing rooms and then report to me.

Walking on the street side of you on the sidewalk to protect you.

Making you hold my strong Daddy arm everywhere.

Making you take off your panties in the bathroom and then hand them to me out in the open where other people can see as I put them in my pocket.

Making you respond when I give instructions with “Yes, Daddy. Daddy knows best.”

Calling you “Princess” in front of people.

Making sure you take time in the bathroom to stay pretty for Daddy while we’re out. 

Sometimes telling you no because “you’re just a little girl.”

Asking you out loud if you’re wet, and making you answer out loud. 

"Awh baby, do you really not know? I think your pretty pussy knows. I mean, you're getting all wet for it already." The object pushes against my hole slightly and I realise what it is.

"Is that my big girl toy?" My hips lift as much as I'm able when strapped down, my body seeking the sensation as he pulls it away.

"Good job baby! It is." He removes my blindfold so I can see my purple dildo in his hand. "Daddy is going to put this inside you and then tape you into a fresh diaper. How does that sound?"

"But daddy! Whyyyy?" I whine, grinding against it as he holds it still on my big kid parts.

"Shhhh baby, just relax. You know daddy only ever wants what's best for his princess." I open my mouth to protest but all that comes out is a moan as he inserts it into me. "See, your princess parts know this is what's best. God, you're so wet that it just slides in so easy." He thrusts it in and out a few times, gaining more moans from me as my eyes glaze over slightly.

"Daddy...." I whine, trying to rut my hips as he holds me down to tape me into a diaper. The padding pushes against the dildo, keeping it in place. He rubs my padding, making me pant with need.

"Now, go play baby. And no cummies without daddies permission." He helps me off the table and walks me to where I was colouring before this change. Each step makes the dildo move and I'm struggling to focus my eyes.

He sits me down, making the padding push it deeper into me and his words sound like they're far away "Be a good baby and finish your colouring for daddy. If you do a good job of staying in the lines, I'll put it on the fridge. How does that sound?"

I nod, picking up my crayon. My body shifts naturally so I'm able to rut against the floor. Daddy pops a pacifier in my mouth and I suck on it, drooling down my chest as I hump against the floor, pushing the dildo as deep as it can go. I hear my daddy laugh, half notice him pull out his phone to record me.

I'm just his dumb, brainless, fucktoy baby. I won't have cummies without permission. But he'll keep me needy for as long as possible. Maybe this will be more common. I just can't think of ever living my life without a dildo deep inside my princess parts and a thick diaper keeping it there while I'm feeling so dizzy in the moment.