The Style of Life

Taken from:

The Zorro Daddy ABDL Sampler

(Available exclusively on Kindle)

here is a little story about a lifestyle – so right and so fitting that it can become … the style of life.

The Style of Life – 

Dakota’s lips searched frantically for the missing rubber nipple of her pacifier, then finding it and drawing it back in her mouth as she opened her eyes. She was still lying on the side of her Daddy’s body, using his frame as a pillow. Looking up at him, she smiled. Oh, what a perfect way to wake up on a beautiful Saturday morning.

“Good morning, Daddy,” Dakota said, taking the pacifier out of her mouth and whispering up to him with a small, sweet tone.

“Good morning, BabyGirl,” he said, his morning voice making the timbre of his tone a bit deeper still as it vibrated inside his chest.

Clinging to his side, Dakota placed the pacifier back in her mouth and returned her left hand to the little section of his t-shirt on his right shoulder that, by the looks of the wrinkles, she had clenched with her left hand all night long. He brought his left hand up from its placement on her diapered bottom and slid his fingers into the hair at the back of her head – gently massaging her scalp. Then he sniffed the hair on the top of her head, one of his favorite things to do.

It seemed like only yesterday she had met Dutch, a typical guy with a less than typical interest. Well, at least that was the way he was now. When she met him, he was actually as vanilla as could be. But she would change that about him and suddenly, Dutch would ease into a role that came to him as naturally as anything basic and needed in this world.

“Did you wet your pamper?” Dutch whispered to her with a Daddy Voice that melted Dakota every time he used it. “Hmm?”

Dakota smiled more brightly than ever behind her pacifier and blushed just the same as Dutch’s left hand traveled back down to her diapered bottom. She buried her face in his chest, knowing exactly what he was about to do. Cupping the underside of her tush, he pulled her further up on the side of his body – her face now able to use his left shoulder as a pillow. He slid his hand between the tops of her inner thighs, patting the underside of her diaper and listening to the dull thudding noise it made. Dakota bit into the rubber nipple in her mouth to prevent the pacifier from falling out as she began to laugh. If she wasn’t wet already, she soon would be – if he kept up his ticklish touch of her.

And oh my, Dakota was very ticklish, especially on her inner thighs – so much so that she would sometimes break out into hysterical laughter as he changed her diaper. She was getting better at keeping her ticklishness at bay during her diaperings but she wasn’t always successful in this endeavor. Ticklishness wasn’t something that could be turned off and on like an overhead light.

Dakota was a little damp, the result of a very satisfying orgasm she received by his hands – right before she drifted off to sleep last night. It was almost the absolute perfect ending to yesterday – a few small tremors that melted into her afterglow and a small gush of relief from her bladder as her eyes drooped to half-mast – then closing into dreams.

“You’re just a little tinkler, aren’t you?” Dutch asked playfully, Dakota turning her face away from him and nodding as she sunk her teeth into the rubber nipple to prevent herself from laughing audibly. “You’ll gush before long, though. You always do.”

And with those simple words, Dakota shuddered slightly – remembering so many past encounters with him when her will power gave way and she succumbed to the natural aggressions he would often display. Oh, yes. It was good to feel weak sometimes, especially when made to feel as such by a guy with an iron-fisted grip.

“But you already knew that. Didn’t you, Princess?” Dutch asked with whisper, Dakota turning her face back towards him and resting the side of her head on his left collar bone.

Yes. She did know that. She knew it very well. And it was knowledge she never wanted to forget.

The alarm clock on his nightstand read: 8:03 am. It was a beautiful Saturday morning and the weather outside couldn’t have been more perfect. Before they went to bed last night, Dakota opened all the windows – allowing the night time breeze to flow through the bedroom. And now with the sun steadily rising, the morning breeze was just as comfortable – making the outside temperature the same as the inside.

And on this glorious day, both she and Dutch had off. As a matter of fact, they both had tomorrow off as well. It wasn’t often that Dakota was able to get her weekends free. But when they lined up, it felt right … as if a lifestyle could be made of it.

It wasn’t too terribly long ago that Dakota was wound up tighter than a snare drum. Her life had spun out of control, but with some intervention that was anything but voluntary on her part, she found a bit of peace she had never known. And in doing so, she discovered a piece of herself she had never known, either.

Once she had become unwound, she met him. It was perfect timing and for the first time in her life, she was prepared to greet an opportunity that presented itself to her … Dutch. And there was nothing more worthy of self-esteem than knowing she hadn’t met him too early in life – before she had worked a few things out for herself and about herself.

Their lifestyle wasn’t just one of work and play, respectively. It was one of tranquility when she needed it, but also of fevered passion – when she needed that, too. It wasn’t their lifestyle at all, but rather, their style of life. It felt good. It felt right. And it was everything she could’ve possibly dreamed of having one day.

After another half hour of nestling against him, grinding her diapered mound into the side of his left leg, nodding in-n-out of sleep and steadily nursing from her pacifier, Dakota slowly sat up. Taking the pacifier out of her mouth, she got on her knees and then straddled his torso with her legs. Plopping her diapered bottom down on his sternum, she reached over to her night stand to get her pill bottle. Then she reached over to his night stand to get the glass of water he hadn’t finished last night.

“So what do you want for breakfast, Daddy?” Dakota asked with a playful sassiness as she began gently rocking her hips back-n-forth – her mound pressing down into the front of her diaper as she took the cap off the pill bottle.

“Hmm,” Dutch said, thinking about it as he reached up and took her diapered hips in his hands. “I would like scrambled eggs on your chest and bacon strips on your stomach.”

“So, I’m going to be your buffet. Is that right?” Dakota asked, popping a pill in her mouth and then swigging down the water.

The pill wasn’t very large at all, but the water felt good anyway on a dry throat.

“What are we doing today … aside from each other?” Dakota asked with a playful grin as she set the empty glass back on his nightstand.

Arching her lower lumbar and heaving her chest out, Dakota straightened her back – stretching her torso and placing her hands behind her neck as she rolled her head around.

She was wearing a soft pink mesh football jersey with Dutch’s college number of 7 on it. He used to be a quarterback and was always called Lucky Dutch by his teammates until a shoulder injury not only sidelined his bright and hopeful football career but also ended it.

“Well,” Dutch began, taking the empty pill bottle out of her right hand as she plunked her pacifier back in her mouth. “It looks like we need to get you more … Ortho Cyclen from the pharmacy.”

Dakota smiled brightly behind her pacifier, nodding.

“We also need to get your niece a birthday present. Do you know what we’re getting her?” Dutch asked, Dakota nodding again and then closing her eyes as she stopped grinding her diapered mound into his chest – seemingly lost in a new bit of concentration. “And what time is her party at your sister’s today?”

Dakota held up her right hand, spreading out her three middle fingers to give him the party time before she placed both of her hands flat on the pillow behind either side of his head. A feeling of warmth emitted from the outer plastic on the underside of her diaper and her posture relaxed as she gently whimpered at the feeling of relief.

“I need to walk Mrs. Comiskey’s dog before we go anywhere this morning,” Dutch said, grinning at her reactions as he knew she was flooding her diaper just then. “And there’s a package at the post office we need to pick up … just in time too because I think you only have a few pampers left, baby.”

Dakota’s stomach fluttered with sensations, her usual reaction to the placement of that name in his sentences to her … baby.

That’s truly who she was – his BabyGirl, his Princess, his Passion and his Life. She could clearly remember what life was like before having met him. And perhaps it was those vivid memories of an existence that felt less-than-complete that endeared him to her heart ever-so-closely.

“Are you finished?” Dutch asked, slowly sitting up and making her slide down the front of his body until her diapered bottom came to rest on his thighs.

She nodded, lowering her chin with bashfulness and embracing him around his chest. Though she was his BabyGirl, she didn’t act little. But my, oh my, he certainly made her feel that way.

“Come on, Princess,” Dutch said, turning his seat and swinging his legs over the side of the bed before he stood, holding her in his arms. “Let’s get started.”

Dakota wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck as she rested the side of her face on his right shoulder. Dutch carried her out of their bedroom, patting her diapered bottom and taking her down the hallway to the kitchen – just like he did every morning.

He was her lifestyle … her style of life.

“You gonna make it to the shower or should I change you know?” Dutch asked, setting Dakota down on her bare feet in the kitchen as he took hold of the top diaper tape at her right hip.

Dakota smirked – taking his hand and pulling it away from her side as she reached over to the kitchen counter, picked up the dog leash and put it in his hand. Then she pointed to the front door, Dutch taking the leash and reaching behind her to give her diapered bottom a loving pat … followed by a little pinch.

Dakota squealed behind her pacifier, then taking it out of her mouth to laugh as she playfully stomped her bare feet on the kitchen floor.

“Would you get going already?” Dakota asked with a grin, picking up the frying pan and playfully threatening him with it.

“Alright, alright,” Dutch said, holding his hands up to defend himself. “I’ll be right back.”

He slipped into his sneakers, grabbed a baseball hat and walked out the front door – heading next door to Mrs. Comiskey’s house.

Mrs. Comiskey was a sweet old lady who had six children and 14 grandchildren. Needless to say, she was often away from home – visiting her extended and spread-out family, celebrating birthdays and going on vacation after vacation after vacation, all summer long. And when she was gone, Dutch and Dakota watched her enormous black Labrador dog. On particular nights, they would bring the dog over to their place.

But on this weekend, the dog was going to stay at her house and simply receive a lot of visits. Dutch walked into the old lady’s house and took a minute or two to say hello to the loving pooch. Black Labradors were always big dogs and their ideas of showing affection were often big as well. In preparation for the arrival of the charging black mammoth, Dutch sat down on the floor as the pooch jumped up on top of him and began the licking process of greetings. Once the dog was satisfied, Dutch hooked the leash to its collar and off they went – the pooch leading the way as it knew the route well – the walk always covering the same ground.

First they walked in front of Dutch’s house, Dakota standing at the front window of the kitchen and waiting for them. As they passed by, Dakota lifted up the front of the jersey she was wearing and flashed her boobs at him as she tilted her head to the side and crossed her eyes. The dog stopped dead in its tracks and looked over at the flashing Dakota. Then, they walked on.

She had always been a fairly impulsive girl, at least as long as Dutch had known her. But as he grew to know her more, he learned that her impulsive nature had a most alarming origin.

Dakota had an older sister named Carolina Jade. At the age of 17, Carolina became pregnant. And when this happened, her parents disowned her. Ten months later, Dakota would become an aunt when her niece, Essence, was born.

Carolina would move into a small apartment and struggle horribly to make ends meet. She would work around the clock, receiving no love or support from her parents at all. Dakota would babysit her niece as much as she possibly could. But that niece would never meet her grandparents and Carolina vowed to never see or speak with her parents again.

Dakota, on the other hand, graduated high school, paid her way through two years of community college and eventually settle into working as a waitress when the fundings for college ran out. She would remain within a stagnant existence for most of her 20’s.

But three years, Dakota saw the age of 30 approaching in her near future. With no home, no husband, no children and no foreseeable happy future, she slipped into a depression that led to a lot of drug abuse as well as a lot of dawns when she slipped out of a stranger’s bed, taking the morning after pill and running home.

With another fit of rage, Dakota’s parents disowned her, similarly to how they disowned her older sister but for a different reason. So Dakota vowed to never speak with her parents again either and she became even closer to her sister and niece.

The walk was a quick one but long enough for the pooch to do its business. Dutch took the dog back to its house and made his way back home. Walking into the kitchen, he saw the frying pan sitting on the stove, now turned off and filled with bacon grease. But where was Dakota?

“Princess?” Dutch called out, then turning the corner of the kitchen to see her lying on the coffee table in the living room.

And what a sight to behold she was – the pink jersey lying on the rug next to the coffee table and Dakota lying on the coffee table with a dozen strips of cooked bacon across a belly, a heaping bowl of scrambled eggs in her cleavage, a glass of orange juice in her left hand and a salt shaker in her right hand.

“You little angel,” Dutch said, taking a seat next to the coffee table and picking up a strip of the bacon.

He raised the bacon up to his mouth, preparing to eat it when he stopped. Looking down at Dakota and watching her nurse happily from her pacifier, he almost didn’t want to ask her the question that was most necessary just then. But he had to. He was her Daddy. She was his BabyGirl, his lifestyle and his style of life.

“Princess, did you eat something yourself already?” Dutch asked with a calm and loving, yet direct tone.

Dakota hesitated for a second before answering, but then nodded. Dutch raised his left eyebrow.

“Princess,” he started again. “Did you eat something for breakfast?”

Lowering her eyes, she shook her head no. Then Dutch took the pacifier out of her mouth.

“Noooo,” Dakota fussed, fidgeting in her lay as much as she could without spilling his breakfast buffet off the front of her body. “I’m not hungry.”

“You’re never hungry,” Dutch said, holding the bacon strip to her closed lips. “You’ve done this before and what’s happened then?”

Dakota didn’t answer, keeping her lips tightly closed.

“Princess?” Dutch asked with a loving yet stern tone.

“I’ve passed out from not eating anything,” Dakota admitted, then closing her lips again.

“Be a good girl for Daddy,” Dutch said with a syrupy sweet tone, yet still a tone with dominant effect. “Show Daddy that you care about yourself.”

For as much as eating anything would have been to her chagrin that morning, Dakota knew he was right. Eating air wasn’t an acceptable diet. So she parted her lips and allowed him to place the entire piece of bacon in her mouth. Dutch picked up another piece of bacon and ate it. Then he had a second piece and a third piece. Looking over at her, he could see her mouth was still full with that piece of bacon.

“This is the part when you chew,” Dutch said with a smile, Dakota slowly moving her jaw up and down as she tried to keep control of her laughter in an attempt to not have to spit the bacon out. “And then you swallow.”

Dakota rolled her eyes and swallowed the bacon. If nothing else, she was a stubborn little soul. But she would welcome in a few more pieces of bacon and she would drink some of the orange juice as he picked up the fork and began to eat the bowl of scrambled eggs.

“Greasy girl,” Dutch said, looking down at the bacon grease on her belly.

“Hungry man,” she said, sitting up and holding the bowl of scrambled eggs as she took the fork and began to feed them to him.

“So how exactly do you know what to get your niece?” he asked.

“What do you mean?” she asked back with a chuckle. “I get her what she needs.”

“Right, but how do you know what she needs? Does she tell you?” he asked.

“No, not usually,” Dakota answered, making another fork-full of scrambled eggs and feeding them to him.

“Then how do you know?” he asked, forcing the eggs into his right cheek so he could talk before swallowing them.

“Well, she’s a girl. It’s really not that hard to figure out,” Dakota said, smiling at the look of confusion on his face. “Don’t worry. I have thought about it and I definitely know what we are buying her today. You won’t have to figure it out.”

“I mean … I wanna help, but I don’t know what she needs,” Dutch confessed, taking the fork and bowl of scrambled eggs from her.

“It’s okay. You’re not supposed to know,” Dakota said, shaking her head as he tried to feed her some of the scrambled eggs. “I’m full.”

And with that, she took her pacifier from his hand and plunked it back in her mouth.

“So you’re done with breakfast, then?” Dutch asked, Dakota nodding and smiling brightly behind her pacifier. “Okay.”

And with that, he reached around behind her, pulled out the back of her diaper and dumped the remainder of the scrambled eggs into her diaper. Dakota squealed with laughter as he picked her up, patting the egg-filled backside of her diaper while carrying her back in the direction of the bathroom.

He set her down on the bathroom sink, Dakota scrunching up her face as she felt the scrambled eggs mashing a bit.

“You gonna get a shower?” Dutch asked, an enormous grin on his face.

“Well, I need one for sure now,” Dakota mumbled from behind her pacifier before taking it out of her mouth and then pulling his t-shirt off. “You gonna go get buff, Daddy?”

“Yeah. Hulk Hogan still has a little over me,” Dutch said, looking at himself in the mirror.

“Hulk Hogan is nothing compared to you,” Dakota said, hopping down off the bathroom sink and smacking his butt. “Go get buff.”

So Dutch went out into the garage and began to lift weights as Dakota carefully took her wet and egg-filled diaper off before turning the shower on. Rolling the diaper up and taping it into a ball, she set it on the bathroom sink and then stepped into the shower.

Oh, yes. A warm shower was the greatest thing in the world for her … aside from sex, of course. And aside from love, too. And also aside from Dutch. And with such a simple strain of progressive realizations, her thoughts focused in on him.

Darren was his real name. So the nickname of Dutch fit him well, especially since there was a baseball player named Darren who went by Dutch at the time he was born. His family was from strong German descent. So the name Dutch stuck with him. And the sound of ‘Dutch and Dakota’ rung well in her ears.

But aside from his name, Dutch was a match for her in the most important way she could imagine. He had seen disappointment in his life, his football dreams having been destroyed by one illegal tackle during a game. Instead of crawling into a hole and feeling sorry for himself, he finished his college degree and was now a football coach as well as a guidance counselor.

So, his need for football was always met. And when she needed someone to talk to about the most challenging mental struggles in her life, her Daddy was not only willing to listen but he was also well-versed in helping her to complete her own thoughts.

Dakota turned the water off and stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel and drying herself before walking across the hallway and into their bedroom. Getting into her dresser she took out a white spaghetti-strap camisole and put it on before sitting down in front of her vanity dresser to begin to do the make-up thing, as Dutch always called it.

She heard him coming in from the garage, his breathing heavy and labored from having gotten his fixing of weight lifting. He went directly into the bathroom and got into the shower. A few minutes later, Dakota got up from her vanity dresser and walked across the hallway to the bathroom. Leaning up against the doorway, she watched his image behind the shower curtain.

Oh, how happy she was to be with him. And oh, how much she loved him. Sometimes, things happened in life and she found herself suddenly headed in new directions she wouldn’t have believed herself to ever have gone. And those were the moments when the most important advancements of her life took place. Dutch had arrived at a pivotal moment for her and because of this, she had a found a style of life she was right for.

Making her way back into the bedroom, she got into her dresser again as well as his, taking out a pair of her little blue jean shorty shorts she would be wearing that day as well as a new diaper. She got out a set of his clothing and set all of these things on the end of the bed. This was her usual routine. She picked out the outfits they both would wear. Dutch was completely colorblind and therefore, completely incapable of matching anything correctly.

Returning to her vanity dresser, she picked up a hair dryer and got to work on the hair thing, as Dutch always called it. A few minutes later, Dutch walked into the bedroom, holding the balled-up diaper she had left on the bathroom sink.

“Muscle man,” she said, looking at his reflection in the vanity mirror.

“Pretty girl,” Dutch replied, tossing the balled-up diaper in the pail they had reserved for such special trash – an item in their bedroom that always made her smile with giddy happiness.

He picked up his clothing and dressed himself as she finished putting her hair into some sort of style she felt would be acceptable in public.

“You’re not a dirty man anymore,” Dakota said, standing up and walking over to embrace him at the foot of the bed.

“No, I’m not,” Dutch said, placing his left hand on the back of her neck and his right forearm up the center of her back. “But you are still a diaper girl.”

Dutch eased her down onto the bed, keeping eye contact with her – a locked gaze that melted her mind and initiated the regression she was about to be put through. Seeing she had already picked out a diaper for herself, Dutch walked over to the closet to get the powder she had deliberately neglected to pick up.

It was always her belief that she didn’t need baby powder because she would never get a rash – even if she wet herself a lot. But Dutch always believed otherwise, and because of this, Dakota smelled like powder every day.

Waiting for his return to her at bed side, Dakota bent her knees and drew her legs up, then parting her thighs. She twirled her forearms around themselves and held her entwined arms against her chest – the best thing she could think to do with her arms in an effort to keep them out of the way.

It wasn’t just the diapering that made her heart leap for the joys of fantasy. It was also how he spoke to her, how he touched her, how he cared for her and how he made her feel more important than anything else in this great big world. And knowing that the smallest of miniscule details wouldn’t be passed over was all she needed to live a style of life that felt too good to be bad for her and to right to be wrong.

“Look at you,” Dutch said, his voice filled with playful comforts as he walked back over to the bed, picked up the diaper and unfolded it. “… ready to prove to your Daddy what a good little girl you are.”

She could see the thickness of the diaper as he unfolded it, already imagining how the bulk would feel against her and already wondering if her little blue jean shorts would conceal her secret.

“What a pretty little girl you are,” Dutch said with a syrupy-thick Daddy Voice as he placed the unfolded diaper flat to the mattress and slid it up to her tailbone at her lower lumbar. “So little that you still wear pampers.”

He placed the rubber nipple of a readied pacifier to her lower lip. She opened her mouth and took the pacifier in. And without another of moment of breathy heartbeats to pass, Dakota’s eyes glazed over slightly – her mind traveling into that special place where she was always whisked away to when regression took hold of her senses. Maybe someday in the future she would clue Dutch in on where she went mentally when she regressed. But before that day could come to be, she would have to find the words to describe it.

That, in itself, was an impossible thing to do. There were no words to fully describe emotions, sensations and most of all, journeys of the mind that took her to the safest places she knew.

Dakota closed her eyes as the waltz of butterflies began inside her tummy and as the sweet scent of baby powder filled the air – Dutch coating her bottom heavily before lowering her tush into the soft inner thickness of the diaper. Without resistance, her legs were lowered as well, her thighs parted widely as her bottom nestled into the diaper. Coating her front with powder and then folding the front of her diaper up into place, Dutch watched as her eyes glazed over even more – her regressive journey nearing completion. And as he fastened the tapes snuggly at her hips, he had no idea how long she would remain in little land. But he hoped she would be able to function when it came time to buy the present for her niece.

Picking up her jean shorts, he slid them up her legs – drawing his right hand up the calf and hamstring of her right leg and giving her rise to ticklishness another testing.

Then, taking hold of both of her hands, he pulled her straight up to a standing position – Dakota’s equilibrium readjusting as her head swooned in the moment with thoughts of affection and of elation.

“We need to get moving, diaper girl,” Dutch said, taking hold of her hand, leading her out of the bedroom, down the hallway and towards the front door where she stepped into her brown leather sandals. “The post office is waiting for us.”

And off they went.

The post office always opened at 9am on Saturday mornings and closed at 11am, typical for a small town. There just wasn’t much traffic on Saturdays and aside from that, this post office building was so old it was built during World War II. It was located three miles back on a country road. So its location didn’t invite much either. But the next post office was 30 miles away. So this branch location, in the boonies, was the go-to.

At 10:45am, Dutch and Dakota pulled up in front of the building with no struggle in finding a good spot. Dakota was still in a state of euphoria and that suited her just fine – whether in public or at home. So with dreamy eyes and ambiguous steps, she got out of the car, slipped her thumbs up the leg openings of her shorts and inside the elastic edgings of her diaper. With a quick and discreet tug downward, she relieved herself of a growing diaper wedgie and then took his hand – following alongside him as they walked in.

Oh, my. Euphoric or not, the state of mind she found herself in when affected as such was all-encompassing of self. And there was no way she could escape the sensations – perhaps opting to phone in the experience. No, sir. Dakota was all in and the King of Hearts made royal the flush of her expressions.

“Do you have a package for pick-up for Darren Shepherd?” he asked the lady at the front desk, an older woman who was full of sprite for the 48 years she had worked for the U.S. Postal Service.

“Do you have a pick-up slip for a package for Darren Shepherd?” the lady asked with an enormous grin, playing back with him.

“Yes, Mrs. Tedesky,” Dutch said, handing her the slip.

The old lady took the slip and looked at it. Then she tilted her head down to look above her glasses at him.

“How can I be sure that you are Darren Shepherd?” the lady asked, raising a right eyebrow.

“Mrs. Tedesky, if you don’t know me by now, you never will,” Dutch said with a smile.

“You’re forgetting, Darren, that I am now to the age where I begin to forget everything,” Mrs. Tedesky said with a laugh, then looking over at Dakota. “I used to babysit this guy a long time ago. And he was the rudest, most stubborn young man I have ever watched.”

“Really?” Dakota asked, smiling brightly at Dutch as she crossed her arms.

“Yep,” Mrs. Tedesky said, walking back to the table behind her and beginning to look at the tags on the boxes. “He didn’t want to brush his teeth. He didn’t want to go to bed. He didn’t want to do anything I asked him to do. A stubborn, little brat.”

Dakota bit her lower lip to prevent her smile from turning into laughter.

“So he was once a bad boy, huh?” Dakota asked.

“Well, I’m sure he still is a bad boy,” Mrs. Tedesky said, finding the right box and picking it up.

She walked the box back to the front desk and set it down, then having Dutch sign the receipt papers as she kept talking with Dakota.

“But here’s what I knew about him – even way back then,” Mrs. Tedesky said, taking hold of both of Dakota’s hands. “He’s a charmer and a fooler and a dreamer. But he’s also a gentleman, a keeper and someday, he’ll be a wonderful Daddy. So don’t let him go.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Dakota said candidly, with a smile.

“Good,” Mrs. Tedesky said, then turning her attention back to Dutch. “So tell me what keeps coming in these boxes that are so light that even I can pick them up.”

“Clothing … sort of,” Dutch answered with a grin.

“Clothing?” Mrs. Tedesky asked.

“Yeah,” Dutch said, looking at Dakota and winking as he picked up the box. “In this particular box, there’s a French Maid outfit, a naughty nurse’s outfit and … what was the other one we ordered, baby?”

Dakota’s eyes grew big-n-wide. Then, she thought quickly on her feet.

“Wasn’t it the leather Dominatrix outfit?” Dakota asked. “The one with the thigh high black boots with the heels.”

Mrs. Tedesky smiled and shook her head.

“I think you two are a good match for each other,” Mrs. Tedesky said as she watched them leave. “Like you were meant to be, somehow.”

Dakota took the box from him and climbed into the back seat of the car, opening the box and taking inventory of its contents. Normally, they ordered a complete case of one kind of diaper – usually the thick ones that were all white and had no markings on them. But this time, they had ordered an assortment.

Half the box was filled with the usual all-white thick diapers. They were practical and seemed the most fun. But in the other half of the box was a package of booster pads that would make an el-cheapo Depends diaper a lot more useful. So, on the crazy hot summer days, she wouldn’t be forced to sweat from wearing a stupid-thick diaper. In the final package was an assortment of different colored diapers. Some were pink. Some were purple. Some had plastic stickers on them and some had cute designs of little animals on them. Oh, my. Dakota couldn’t decide which one she wanted to wear first. Maybe that was an impossible decision to make.

By the time they had gotten to the pharmacy, the back seat of the car was filled with loose diapers galore – as she tore all the packages open in an effort to figure out which kind of diaper was the softest on the inside. Dutch had to practically pull her out of the vehicle to get her away from the diapers and since the cardboard box was torn to pieces, he took it with them – tearing it up a bit more into smaller pieces and filing them away in the outside trash can before they went in.

“Barbie?” Dutch asked, stepping up behind Dakota in the pharmacy line and helping to conceal her second attempt at relieving a diaper wedgie.

“What?” Dakota asked, stepping forward in line.

“Barbie,” Dutch repeated. “Does your niece want Barbie?”

Dakota looked over her right shoulder and back at him, raising both of her eyebrows at his question.

“Dutch, my niece is 18 years old,” Dakota whispered quietly, then stepping forward again in the line. “Do you think girls play with Barbies at the age of 18 – when they’re getting ready to go to college?”

Dutch looked to the left and then to the right and then back over his shoulder before leaning in close to her right ear and wrapping his arms around her from behind.

“Well, you’re 31 and you still wear diapers,” Dutch whispered, Dakota’s knees all-but giving way.

Mrs. Tedesky was right. Dutch definitely was a charmer, just in the most unusual ways possible … well, unusual for some.

And a simple little reminder took all of the correctly functioning thoughts in her head and scrambled them about. Walking away from the pharmacy and into the main store, Dakota’s very being was in a fluctuating state where every one of her senses became so heightened that she could do little more than just weather the overwhelming affections, emotions and most of all, the fact that her Daddy made her feel more alive than she had ever felt before.

It was, after all, just a diaper around her waist. But its effect was profound on her. It had always been profound on her, clear back to first time she was put in a diaper a few years ago. Back then, she didn’t want to wear it and opposed it, but now, she embraced it as tightly as it embraced her.

Every step she took, usually graceful and focused on the attention she always received from lookers and passers-by, was now waddled – taking her away from the sense of poise with which she had always moved. And the noise, oh that constant crinkly sound that bookended each stride, was deafening in her ears – causing her greater trepidation as they walked past anyone. And for as much as it truly was trepidation, it was also intoxicating to her mind – so much so that she became addicted to the danger all around.

In the midst of being led around by her fantasies, Dakota suddenly realized that she was leading the way – Dutch actually having begun to follow her as they trekked into the ladies’ apparel section. She sucked in her lips to prevent herself from laughing. He felt so out-of-place and he definitely looked out-of-place, too. He was so cute and though he was uncomfortable, he didn’t run away … not even when Dakota loaded his arms up with the make-up caboodle, sandals, black pumps and cream-colored loafers she chose as her niece’s going-to-college gifts.

This particular supercenter they were shopping in was in a strip mall. And whenever they went to this strip mall, Dakota did all that she could to visit each store. This often made Dutch nervous as the one store was an expensive jewelry store.

After they bought the gifts for Dakota’s niece, along with some pink wrapping paper, they put the items in the trunk of Dutch’s car – Dutch then directed her into Capriotti’s for lunch. It was a sub shoppe that boasted 24-inch subs for $9.99. The two of them could easily make two meals out of one sub. And the beauty of it was: they both loved the same kind of sub.

“We’ll take a roast beef sub on Italian bread,” Dakota said to the guy behind the sub counter. “Yellow mustard, provolone cheese, light lettuce, light onions, dill pickles and salt.”

“And lemonade,” Dutch added, Dakota smiling brightly.

Oh, did she love lemonade. Whenever lemonade was an option, she always chose it, from name brands to hand-made. And not only did she love the flavor of lemonade, but she loved adding additional flavors to it as well. At home, she kept an assortment of flavors in the kitchen cupboard.

For a girl of 5’ 4”, she certainly had an appetite. The only thing was: she didn’t eat on a regular basis. But when she did eat, she could take quite a bit of food down in one sitting.

They found a seat in the sub shoppe by the front window and, basking in the mid-day sunshine, engaged in one of their deep-topic conversations – talks usually prompted by Dakota and always intended to reach the center of the heart of the matter. A lot of guys who had entered and exited her life didn’t like to talk at great lengths about emotions. But Dutch seemed to encourage, if not also embrace, the opportunities – when they arose.

“Can I ask you something?” Dakota asked, then sipping from her lemonade.

“Absolutely not,” Dutch answered, Dakota laughing and smacking his arm.

“I’m serious,” she laughed.

“What is it?” Dutch asked, sinking his teeth into the first bite of the roast beef sub.

“When I first contacted you, why did you reply back to me?” Dakota asked, trying to avoid slipping into insecurity that never announced its arrival.

Dutch finished chewing and swallowed, not so much for the sake of being able to speak as it was to stall answering a bit.

Dakota had first contacted him on a vanilla dating website. It was quite remarkable that their relationship began as anything but vanilla.

“Because I wanted to know the secret you said you had,” Dutch answered honestly.

“Oh, so it wasn’t because you thought I was pretty?” Dakota asked, raising an eyebrow and prepping for battle.

“BabyGirl, you seem to have forgotten that you didn’t send me a picture of yourself until after the third message,” Dutch reminded her, putting a stop to the battle before it started.

“Oh, yeah. That’s right,” Dakota recalled, then biting into her sub as she thought about another angle to approach from. “So it was just the curiosity of a secret that made you reply back?”

“Initially, yes,” Dutch answered, Dakota sipping from her lemonade again. “Most girls who contacted me on that site would send me a message with only a few words in it … like ‘Hi’ or ‘How are you?’. It was as if they expected me to strike up the conversation. And while I didn’t mind doing that, your first message gave me a reason to reply back to you. Do you remember what you wrote exactly?”

“No,” Dakota said, then smiling into a laugh as it seemed she probably should have remembered.

“You wrote: Hello Dutchman, my name is Dakota and ohhhhhh, have I got a secret to tell you,” Dutch said, Dakota blushing and then covering her face from embarrassment.

“I was being a little flirtatious there, wasn’t I?” Dakota asked, then sipping from her lemonade again.

“Yep,” Dutch said, grinning ear-to-ear. “But there’s nothing wrong with that.”

Dakota got up and went over to the drink fountain, filling her cup with lemonade again and returning to the table with the next question.

“So what was the first little mannerism of mine that you liked?” Dakota asked, thoroughly enjoying these talks when she traveled back to their beginning.

“Probably the very same mannerism you’re displaying right now,” Dutch answered. “How you blush from the slightest little feelings.”

Hmm. Little feelings, indeed. And without even trying, those were the feelings Dakota always received when first getting to know him. And it was because of this unexpected reaction that she found herself quite interested in him, quickly. Before long, her interest in him had turned into infatuation, then into intrigue, then into affection, then into love. It was as if Dutch knew the right things to say at the right times.

They finished lunch, Dakota having taken down several more cups of lemonade and Dutch having wrapped up the second half of the roast beef sub they never got to eat for how much food it was. Getting back in his car and heading home, Dakota began to order and itemize what they needed to get done before they went to her niece’s party at 3pm.

“Okay, when we get home, I need to wrap her gifts and then I need to figure out where I put the card we got her,” Dakota said with a laugh as she then sipped from the cup of lemonade she filled right before they left the sub shoppe. “And then we need to get online and confirm the reservations for Hilton Head. So, we don’t have any time to waste.”

“It doesn’t sound like we do,” Dutch said, taking a left at the light and heading in a different direction home than they normally would go.

Dakota thought nothing of this as he often took different routes home, being a fan of driving and enjoying the scenery at various times of the year.

“Can you think of anything else we need to do?” Dakota asked, making certain she hadn’t forgotten anything.

“Yeah. I can think of one thing, in particular,” Dutch said, turning right onto a dirt lane and then taking the first road on the left.

“We needed to go to the Tri-County Conservation Park?” Dakota asked, confused as to what he was doing, but not surprised as spontaneity was part of his charm,

“No, not exactly. But this was the closest place I could think of,” Dutch said, pulling into the small parking lot that sat at the center of the park and turning the car off.

“The closest place you could think of to do what?” Dakota asked, still confused but smiling at the thought of all the possibilities that existed for why he just drove them back there.

“I wanna show you something. Come on,” he said, sliding the shudder back on the sun roof and opening his door – then standing up and extending his hand to her.

Dakota crawled across the front seat, taking his hand and climbing out of the car. She was cautious as she didn’t know what he was up to. Nonetheless, she was intrigued by whatever it was that he wanted her to see. But Dutch didn’t take her for a walk in the woods. Instead, he walked her around the car and to the right rear passenger’s door.

“Open the door, Princess,” Dutch whispered behind her, Dakota grinning from ear-to-ear as she tried to figure out what this sudden bit of playfulness would entail.

So she opened the right rear passenger’s door, looking in at the scattered pile of diapers that mounded up on the back seat. And without another moment’s notice, Dutch reached around from behind her, unbuttoned and unzipped her little blue jean shorts and slid them down to her knees. Dakota gasped, spinning around to face him – only to be embraced. His right hand he placed between her shoulder blades. His left hand he placed on her diapered bottom, both hands pulling her close to him as he pinned her to the side of the car and kissed her. Dakota wrapped her arms around his neck, her hands reaching up to the hair at the back of his head and beginning to massage his scalp with her fingernails.

The jean shorts fell to her ankles, Dutch lowering her frame and making her knees bend so he could lie her down in the back seat. And the whole time as he lowered her, he kept her body pressed tightly against him. Easing her down onto the mound of scattered diapers, he then reached into his pants pocket – taking out one of her pacifiers.

“Open,” Dutch said sweetly, holding the rubber nipple of her pacifier to her lower lip as she opened her mouth and took it in. “That’s a good girl.”

Oh, he was a charmer for sure. And, as it seemed, he was a Daddy at heart. Why else would he have had a readied pacifier in his pocket?

Dutch reached to the floor behind the driver’s seat and picked up her diaper bag, opening it and taking out the travel pack of wipes. That was when Dakota blushed her deepest hue of embarrassment that day yet. And suddenly it made sense why he drove them into the middle of the woods.

Sitting up, he reached to her hips and unfastened the tapes at the sides of her diaper. Dakota relaxed into the scattered pile of diapers beneath her, submissively parting her knees – her ankles remaining close to one another as they were still kept inside her little blue jean shorts.

“I may not have told what the second little mannerism of yours was that I liked,” Dutch said with a syrupy-sweet Daddy Voice, folding down the front of her diaper and revealing how wet she had made it as he took a wipe between her legs.

Dakota closed her eyes. Oh, what gentle hands he had, when she needed him to be gentle.

“You always blush first,” Dutch said, taking another wipe to her bottom and then picking up one of the pink diapers from the scattered pile. “But right after you blush, you grow very, very shy.”

Dakota could feel tummyflies beginning to waltz inside her as she heard him unfolding the crinkly diaper.

“And you’re adorable when you get shy, like a little girl,” Dutch said sweetly, sliding the wet diaper out from underneath her and replacing it with the pink diaper. “But I didn’t realize, right away, that you weren’t just being shy in reaction to attention. It wouldn’t take me long, however, to understand that your shyness was an indication of something else.”

Dakota fidgeted slightly, a knee-jerk response to the sudden influx of emotions and sensations that were now filling her mind and coursing throughout her entire body.

“Because, you see, you never actually told me what that secret was,” Dutch said, coating her bottom with baby powder – Dakota smiling brightly behind her pacifier at the sweet scent, the cool feeling and the truth that she never did actually tell him her secret. “But I learned the secret anyway. And I also learned that you wanted a Daddy more than anything else in your little world.”

Dutch coated her front with baby powder and then coated the same between her legs before folding the front of her diaper up and into place – fastening the tapes snuggly at her hips. He took the little blue jean shorts off from around her ankles and slid the sandals off her feet. Then, he patted her a few times between her legs, the diaper absorbing the gentle thuds and filling her with other thoughts of want. But right then and right there, she was contented to be his shy, blushing little BabyGirl.

Dutch got back in the front seat and started the car, driving onward and heading home. Dakota remained on the backseat, freshly powdered-n-changed and lying on a pile of scattered diapers. She opened her eyes, though her head was still buzzing from the attention he paid her. And looking up at her reflection in the sun roof glass, she saw herself.

That was what he wanted to show her.

“Your whole life has been a series of entrances and exits,” Dutch said from the driver’s seat as he turned left out of the parking area and returned them to civilization. “It’s time that everything around you finally stays put.”

That was what he wanted her to know.

This was their lifestyle. It was their style of life.

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