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Learning To Give In

When Gina revealed a love for a fetish to a friend during a drunken Saturday night college party, she had no idea that she would be living out that fetish with him in a few short days.

On this autumn weekend at a college campus, Gina sees her most erotic wishes come true as she learns how much she enjoys being submissive. Her fantasies become a reality, heating up at the end in a sexual climax that leaves her body and her mind in a state of absolute ecstasy.

The reality of taking that first step forward and finding something you couldn’t have dreamed of.

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Chapter One
“Learning to Give In”

Gina had anticipated this day for a long time. She was about to experience a fetish that she never told anyone about. For her entire life, she had an interested in infantilism. More simply stated, Gina loved to dress herself in disposable diapers, suck on a pacifier, and sleep in a crib, just like a baby. For her, this fetish was sexually driven. She became aroused by engaging in this activity, but she never told a soul for fear of ridicule, and the embarrassment of having someone else know that she liked to wear a diaper.

That’s what made this night so special. She was about to have a man dress her and treat her as a baby. She wouldn’t have to put herself in diapers now. This was a fetish come true.

The gentleman she had chosen was a friend from college. Apparently, during a Saturday night of drunken college partying, she revealed her secret to him. The next day he asked her about it and she admitted to it, trusting him to keep it a secret. He said he would tell no one and that he actually was interested in ‘taking care’ of her for a weekend if she wanted to be a baby for two whole days. She agreed with heightened anticipation.

So they talked about it. He did not want her to think he was making a pass at her, so they agreed not to have sex during the weekend unless there was mutual consent. She did not want anyone to see her dressed or acting as a baby, so they would have to stay in her house. Since she lived with three other females, it would have to be a weekend when they all were planning to go elsewhere. He had no interest in wearing a diaper himself, but rather to role play as her ‘daddy’. They discussed a few more details and waited to find a weekend that would work.

It was September, and the weather was still warm and beautiful. Friday evening, the 28th, and out of sheer luck, her roommates had plans to go elsewhere. Gina hung up the phone and looked at the clock in her living room which read: 7:20 p.m. She had just given Gabriel a call. He said he would be over in ten minutes. She could hardly wait that long, but at the same time, had apprehensions about it. It was actually going to happen.

She hopped off the couch, went into her bedroom, and changed into a pair of white cotton panties and the matching white bra. She put on a white t-shirt and a pair of really short, blue jean shorts. She stared at her figure in the mirror. She was a petite female, and at the age of 22, only sported a C-cup. Her finely shaven, smooth legs reached from her waist to the floor. Her tanned skin made her even more beautiful. She put her long, dark brown hair up in two pig tails with some white ribbon, and she went back out to the TV room.

No sooner did she sit down, than the doorbell rang. She leaped off the couch and raced to the door. She paused for a moment to catch her breath and try to calm her heavily beating heart.

“Hello, Gabriel,” she said as she opened the door with an innocent smile, trying to hide her excitement.

“Heya Gina,” he replied with the same excitement. “Uh … How are you?”

“Good,” she said quickly while bouncing a little. “Do you wanna come in?”

“Yeah,” he said, uncertain of what to say next.

He entered and sat on the couch.

“Do you want something to drink?” she asked.

“No I’m fine thanks,” he said.

She sat next him and they stared at each other for a few seconds.

“Do you just want to get started?” he finally asked her, breaking the silence.

“Yeah, I’m ready when you are,” she said.

“Do you have everything we need? Well, I mean … everything you will need?” he asked.

“Yeah. My nursery is straight down that hall and the changing table is in there,” she said with a playful tone to her voice. “And none of my roommates will be back until 5:00 p.m. on Sunday.”

“All right. Let’s get started then.” He grabbed her hand and led her into the nursery.

“My heart is beating so fast right now,” she said as he shut the door behind them and turned on the fan.

Facing her towards the mirror, he told her to lift up her arms. When she did, he pulled the t-shirt off her. Next, he removed her bra and gently laid her down on the floor. He knelt beside her and unzipped her shorts, sliding them down and off her legs.

And there she was, lying on the floor of her bed-turned-nursery in nothing but her panties. She stretched her body to avoid the awkward moment.

“Oh, I almost forgot to tell you, if you open the closet doors you’ll find the changing table,” she said.

He reached into his shirt pocket and produced a pacifier which he placed in her mouth. Picking her up, he placed her on the changing table. He removed her panties and at long lasted, she was about to be diapered by someone else. Her excitement began to rise as her body tingled. As he removed a diaper from one of the bins above her, she began to moisten and drip.

Realizing this, but paying no attention, Gabriel positioned the diaper on the mat and gently patted her bottom. Almost as if she knew what he wanted automatically she raised her hips and bottom in the air. He slid the diaper underneath her and eased her body back down to the mat with a gentle hand. She could hear the plastic on the outside of the diaper crinkling as he pulled the diaper up between her legs and began to fasten it at her waist.

Gina lay on the changing table in nothing but a diaper. It felt no different than any other time she had done it to herself. Yet for some reason, it made her ‘feel’ different.

“One second. I’ll be right back,” he said as she watched him walk out of the room.

Moments later, he returned with a t-shirt he had made for this weekend. It was a white baby-t shirt with short sleeves. On the front, in big, pink letters was the word BABYGIRL.

He slipped the shirt over her arms and shoulders and picked her up. He paused a moment before exiting the room as they looked at their reflection in the mirror. Cradled in his arms, was a girl wearing a white t-shirt that said ‘BABYGIRL’ with a white disposable diaper around her waist and two pigtails in her hair.

Gina looked absolutely adorable.

She felt so very little at that moment as Gabriel carried her into the living room and laid her down on the couch. He went into the kitchen for a few minutes and came back with a bottle of warm milk. He placed her on his lap and touched the warmed nipple of the bottle to her lips. He tilted the bottle up and she began to drink the warm milk. She closed her eyes and took her time with her very first bottle. After what seemed like twenty minutes, she finished the bottle with a tiny burp. He removed the bottle from her lips and picked her up.

Gabriel was no small guy. At age 22, he was 6 feet tall. Having lifted weights all throughout college, he had no trouble holding her body up with just his right arm. Gina only weighed 103 pounds anyway. With his other hand, he patted her gently on the middle of her back and lightly bounced her up and down.

She placed her head on his right shoulder and closed her eyes as the milk had made her a little sleepy. After finally burping a few more times, Gabriel placed a pacifier in her mouth.

“Are you cold, BabyGirl? You’re not wearing anything but a t-shirt and your diaper?” he asked, recognizing the slight shiver to her body.

She smiled at his silly question and nodded. He wrapped her in a blanket, and held her in his arms while he sat down and turned on ESPN. Shortly thereafter, wearing a t-shirt and a diaper, wrapped in a blanket, lying in Gabriel’s arms, Gina fell asleep.

She hadn’t been sleeping for more than a half hour when she her bladder gave way to the pressure of having to pee, slowly at first, but eventually it all came out. She startled awake and for a moment had forgotten whom she was with and what they were doing. She sat up in fear and tried to stop herself from peeing, but gave up, letting out a slight whimper at her own defeat. He eased her back against his body, and began to pat her diapered bottom through the blanket.

It was this patting that made him realize she had wet her diaper. He put his hand between her and the blanket and felt her diapered bottom again, slowly running his hand up between her legs and onto the front of her diaper. This sent a spasm up her spine and as she leaned her head back, the muscles in her body relaxed. She began to wet her diaper again. This wetting didn’t start out slowly. It came out with great force and she lay there almost paralyzed until she was done. As she finished wetting herself for the second time, exhaustion came over her. She wanted to get up, but she couldn’t. So she lay there and let the tears rolling out of her eyes do the talking.

“Are you okay?” Gabriel asked.

She nodded as he stood up with her in his arms, threw the blanket (that had become soaked in the middle) over his right shoulder, and carried her back to the nursery. Her tears had lead to quiet whimpers. His steps were slow and deliberate as he rocked her back and forth, trying to calm her down. She hugged him around the neck and buried her face on his shoulder.

“Shhhh. It’s okay,” he kept softly whispering into her ear. “I’m going to take care of everything.”

They reached the nursery and he laid her on the changing table. Her eyes were beginning to puff up a little as he wiped the tears from her face. Slowly, he pulled up the tabs on her diaper. He lowered the soaked diaper off her crotch, and then tapped her bottom like before. Obediently, Gina lifted her hips and bottom up as he pulled the wet diaper off the mat, rolled it up and threw it in the waist can.

Seeing she was still crying, he returned to her and began stroking her hair. As he removed the ribbons and let all her hair fall down. She was adjusting to the idea of giving up control. It was a fantasy she had, for certain, but now she was experiencing the emotions that went along with submission. She was a bit overwhelmed.

She stared at the ceiling as Gabriel began to clean her. He added the cool touch of powder to her diaper change. The scent lightly filled the air and she breathed it in deeply. It was an odd scent to her. She was female and had used it on herself before, but not quite like this.

Gina looked up at him as he fastened her new diaper into place. She had calmed down enough to breathe a little easier.
“Doesn’t that feel better?” he asked as he patted her diapered bottom.

She nodded and thought about how she actually did feel better. He picked her up once more and held her close to his body as he carried her back out to the living room couch. His slow pace was the same and he rocked her body gently, just like before.

She had accomplished a very big step. She found a way to give up control of herself and trust him. It was the first of many journeys of the mind that she would take that weekend.

He held her very close to his body as he made his way into the kitchen to make up another bottle. He continued to rock her gently and she clung to his body. The feeling of being little was beginning to grow within her soul and senses. She could only imagine how much better this weekend was going to get.
Chapter Two
“Settling In and Drifting Away”

He carried her back into the living room, sat down on the couch and cradled her on his lap.

“It’s almost bedtime for you, BabyGirl,” he said while giving her bottle a final shake. “That means it’s also time for another bottle.”

She took the nipple in her mouth and began to drink from it. She thought about how much she was enjoying herself and this role playing thing. Even though she may have looked like a baby at the moment, she was no infant. She was a 22-year-old college female who had adult feelings inside her. Babies don’t usually want to be sexually satisfied. Gina had a lot of trouble playing the role of an infant girl knowing full well that she wanted Gabriel to make her come.

All of this thinking brought Gina to tears. She was in a very happy situation, but she wanted him to break the promise they made of “no sex” just long enough for her to vent the sexual frustration she was feeling. So she cried because she didn’t know how to fix the problem she was having without breaking out of her “BabyGirl” character.

“I think somebody’s getting tired. It’s 10:00. It’s definitely time for BabyGirls to go to bed,” Gabriel said.

This made her cry even harder, as he stood up and carried her back to the nursery. She was sobbing immensely at this point, and was finding it hard to continue to swallow the milk while crying.

“Shhhh,” he whispered soothingly. “You just need a good night’s sleep. After all, you’re just a baby. You really should have gone to bed as soon as I got here.”

They reached the nursery and He carried her over to her crib and gently laid her down in it. As he began to stand up she wouldn’t let go of him. He reached up and unhooked her hands from behind his head and lowered her on to the crib mattress. He reached over and turned on the fan, and covered her with a thin comforter.

He removed the half-finished bottle of milk from her lips and placed it on the crib mattress next to her.

“It’s time for sleep,” he said softly. “You can finish that later.”

He then proceeded to turn off the lights and lower the side of the crib so he could kneel and talk to her for a minute. The moonlight beamed through the window and over her body, rolling down her face and glistening when it came across one of her tears. He placed a pillow behind her head and began to stroke her hair. He returned her pacifier to her pink, pouty lips.

Gina stared up at Gabriel as he ran his hand up and down her chest, her stomach, her diaper and down her thigh. His hands wandered back on to her breasts. She arched her back up at the feeling of his tender touch, almost begging him to continue caressing her. He slid his left hand down the center of her stomach and over her belly, continuing to head south with a deliberate slowness. His wandering fingers reached the elastic edging of her diaper. His left hand crept under her diaper and slid down to her swollen peach. His fingers parted her wetness and she raised her hips upward while grabbing at the mattress sheet beneath her with clenched fists as he inserted a finger inside her. Her body went from totally tense to totally relaxed in a matter of a second. Seductively, he teased her, pulling his fingers out and reinserting them back in over and over again.

Her eyes closed tightly and her head leaned back. She could feel the arousal within her starting to peak. His ever-so-gently thrusting fingers were constantly driving her towards her orgasm. Her mind was racing with a constant influx of emotions and signals coming from all over her body. She was incapable of voicing how she felt. All she could do was whimper out her pleasure. As her explosion drew near, the only clear thought she could focus on was how good this was going to feel. Then it happened.

At first, her orgasm hit hard, taking over her whole body, paralyzing her briefly. Her body began trembling as she feel a rush of built up energy being released from within all at once. As it continued, she began to feel strong waves that came and went, but never stopped. The feeling pulsated throughout her whole body, but focused in so deeply on her core that she began crying with enjoyment.

At last, her voice returned, but her exhaustion only allowed her to lightly moan. She began to balloon down off her climax and her body eased itself down onto the crib mattress. She opened her eyes and looked up at the ceiling as her breathing calmed. She felt an absence of stress and pressure, in her mind and body. It was a blissful destination for what had been an incredible voyage. A yearning had been satisfied. She had seen what floated above cloud nine, and could’ve continued on, but decided to savor the moment for everything it had done for her.

Removing his hand from the inside of her diaper, he leaned over and kissed her on the forehead. “Sleep, BabyGirl,” he instructed while placing a pacifier in her mouth and covering her with her baby blanket. “Daddy will be here when you wake up. Close your eyes.”

She closed her eyes.

“That’s a good girl. Think of how wonderful it is to be a BabyGirl,” he whispered while stroking her hair. “And think of all the wonderful things yet to come this weekend.”

A grin fell over her face. He picked up her baby bottle, raised the side of her crib up into place and quietly exited to the room. She lay on her side for a little while, curled up into the fetal position. She had reached a fulfillment beyond words but not beyond thoughts. With a head full overflowing dreams, she began to drift off into sleep…….

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Gabriel and GinaGabriel and Gina

The reality of taking that first step forward and finding something you couldn’t have dreamed of.

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If you like the story of Gabriel and Gina, I also recommend the following ABDL romances:

Snake Eyes Crimson Climax BabyLove

 
 

The Chemistry of Expression

              

There are many ways to express to someone the emotions and desires of your heart.

Saying how you feel, Writing how you feel & Showing how you feel are just three separate ways to let them know what they mean to you. But there are many other ways to let someone know how you feel. Fate delegates the pursuit in finding someone who shares similar ways of expression.

Perhaps that similarity is a sign of good chemistry.

And through chemistry, friendships, those we cherish and those we appreciate, we discover that what we need is really what we want. Maybe some of that chemistry comes from finding someone who believes in the same things you do.

When you’re able to offer someone what they need, all the difference is made. As individuals, we simply get better at being who we are. From there, everything else grows.

Cherishing Someone and Being Admired – Chemistry for a Lifetime.

Nook Daddy!

    

Nook UK!!
Free Nook Reader Download for a PC, Mac, Android, IPhone, etc.
 

Here is a listing of the URL links to the Books, now in Nook:

Lucy BabyLove Crimson Dakota Book One Full Force - Book Two  Snake Eyes The Crinklebury Tales Gabriel and Gina aria-and-the-countryside 

Lucy
BabyLove
Crimson
Full Force I: Dakota
Full Force II: Dream Land
Full Force III: Extreme
Snake Eyes
60 Degrees and Down the Crack
The Crinklebury Tales
Gabriel and Gina
Aria and the CountrySide
The ABDL Any Time Reader
Forever Young
Threesome
A Girl Named Love
50 Things To Do With Your BabyGirl On a Saturday Night
Storytellers
Layers
Flashback
 

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The ABDL Twisted Books

The ABDL MedFet Book The ABDL MedFet Book 2 The ABDL MedFet Book 3 The ABDL MedFet Book 4 The ABDL MedFet Book 5   The ABDL Horror Book The ABDL Pet Play Book The ABDL Nympho Book 1 The ABDL Nympho Book 2 The ABDL Nympho Book 3 Tales With A Twist
 
The ABDL MedFet Book
The ABDL MedFet Book 2
The ABDL MedFet Book 3
The ABDL MedFet Book 4
The ABDL MedFet Book 5
The ABDL MedFet Book 6
The ABDL Horror Book
The ABDL Pet Play Book
The ABDL Nympho Book
The ABDL Nympho Book 2
The ABDL Nympho Book 3
ABDL Tales With a Twist
Stolen
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The ABDL Apartment Series:
 The ABDL Apartment Book The ABDL Apartment Book 2 The ABDL Apartment Book 3
The ABDL Apartment Book
The ABDL Apartment Book 2
The ABDL Apartment Book 3
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The Country Rose Series:
Country Rose Country Rose 2 Country Rose 4 Country Rose 5
Country Rose
Country Rose 2
Country Rose 3
Country Rose 4
Country Rose 5
Country Rose 6
Country Rose 7
 
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The ABDL Sci-Fi Series:
Genus One Genus Two
Genus One
Genus Two
Genus Three

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The Rock-A-Bye Series:

The Stories of Time

Rock-a-Bye BabyGirls: Short and Sweet Stories
Rock-a-Bye BabyGirls: Thoughts and Other Journeys of the Mind
Rock-a-Bye BabyGirls: The Stories of Time
Rock-a-Bye BabyGirls: Yittlin Extreme
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The BedTime Stories Collection

  ABDL Bedtime Stories - The Clean Ones ABDL Bedtime Stories - The Dirty Ones ABDL Bedtime Stories - The Tangled Fairy Tales
 
The Clean Ones
The Dirty Ones
The Tangled Fairy Tales

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The Mommy Grats

 

Mommy Grats - Boy Toy 1 Mommy Grats - Boy Toy 2 Mommy Grats - Boy Toy 3 Mommy Grats - Boy Toy 4 Mommy Grats - Boy Toy 5

Mommy Grats - Girl Power 1

Boy Toy 
Boy Toy 2
Boy Toy 3
Boy Toy 4
Boy Toy 5
The BabySitter Crush

The BabySitter Crush 2

 
Girl Power
The Creole Crawl 
The Creole Crawl 2
The Creole Crawl 3
The Pathway of Legacy
The Pathway of Legacy 2

The Zeke and Lily Series:

Zeke and Lily: Overnight Zeke and Lily - Making a Memory Zeke and Lily - Her Diary Zeke and Lily - Ever After
Zeke and Lily - Dream Catching Zeke and Lily - Resolutions Part One Zeke and Lily - Resolutions Part Two Zeke and Lily - By Summer's End Zeke and Lily - For A LifeTime
Zeke and Lily: Once Upon a Beginning
Zeke and Lily: Overnight
Zeke and Lily: Making a Memory
Zeke and Lily: Her Diary
Zeke and Lily: Ever After
Zeke and Lily: Dream Catching
Zeke and Lily: Resolutions – Part One
Zeke and Lily: Resolutions – Part Two
Zeke and Lily: By Summer’s End
Zeke and Lily: For A LifeTime
Zeke and Lily: Ten Years Later

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The Mia Series:

The Mia Series - Book One The Mia Series - Book Two The Mia Series - Book Three The Mia Series - Book Four The Mia Series - Book Five

The Mia Series - Book Six The Mia Series - Book Seven The Mia Series - Book Eight The Mia Series - Book Nine The Mia Series - Book 10

  One  –  Two  –  Three  –  Four  –  Five 

  Six  –  Seven Eight Nine Ten

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The Adventures of Penny:

Penny 1 - Pajama - Part 1   Penny 2 - Pajama - Part 2   Penny 3 - BeachTown     The Traveling BabyGirl

The Pajama BabyGirl: Volumes 1 – 5
The Pajama BabyGirl: Volumes 6 – 10
The BeachTown BabyGirl
The SnowBunny BabyGirl
The Traveling BabyGirl

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The Feeling Little Series

Feeling Little In A Big World
Feeling Little In A Big World 2
Feeling Little In A Big World 3
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Keep checking back here. As more books are released to Barnes & Noble, this list will be updated.

 

 

 

Pink Monopoly and the Princess Fortress

Zeke and Lily: Dream Catching

Book 6 in the Romantic Saga of Zeke and Lily (an ABDL Daddy & BabyGirl).

Here’s an excerpt from it:

(Listen to this story instead.  Click Here.)

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“Well, aren’t you just the most adorable thing in the world,” Zeke said from the bedroom doorway.

“Daddy!” Lily squealed, running up to him with extended arms and hugging him tightly.

He lifted her feet off the ground and twirled their embrace in circles. She had been so absorbed in her own little world that she didn’t hear him ringing the doorbell nor did she hear Keira walk down the stairs and let him in.

But none of that matter now. Zeke had returned from his trip and her world, little or not, was complete once again.

“I missed you so much, Princess,” Zeke said, lifting her up into his arms as she wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck.

They left Keira’s place and headed to the car. Lily held his hand and skipped alongside him. She was never more so happy-go-lucky as she was just then.

Approaching his car, she could see two little paws and a tiny head, straining to look out the front passenger’s window. It was Pretzel and she was just as overjoyed and excited to see Lily as Lily was to see her.

Lily broke free from Zeke’s hand and ran towards the car. Zeke remote-unlocked the car with his keys and Lily opened the passenger’s door, picking up the little poochy and twirling around with it just as Zeke had done with her back in Keira’s spare bedroom.

This was a happy reunion for all. She got in the car and bounced up and down. He was back! Seeing the half gallon of Turkey Hill Iced Tea sitting in the middle of the seat, she picked it up and waited for him to get in the car before cracking it open and beginning to chug from it just like he always did.

Zeke smiled as he got in. She was an adorable sight to behold, sitting on her knees on the front seat holding a big container with her tiny hands. After having drunk as much as she could, she lowered the container, letting out a little burp before sharing a wink and a smile with him.

“So what did you girls do this week?” he asked her, starting the car and backing out of the driveway.

“Not much at the beginning,” Lily said. “Keira was really tired when she first came home from the hospital and the medication she had to take knocked her out for most of like … the first two days. So I got to play nurse.”

“I’m sure she was very grateful that you stayed with her and took care of her,” he said.

“Tay-Tay and I got her out of the house yesterday to do a little shopping,” Lily said, petting Pretzel.

“Oh my,” Zeke said with a grin, knowing how Lily and her sister were shopaholics.

“I’m so glad you’re home,” Lily interrupted, changing the subject and sliding over next to him. “I missed you so much.”

“And I will hopefully only need to make one more trip to the Big Apple yet,” he said, putting his arm around her. “But that’s not for a couple weeks. Then … no more book trips.”

“And how was your week, Pretzel?” Lily asked, scratching the pooch behind her ears.

“Mom said that Pretzel was an adorable companion to have had for the past few days, but taking care of her was a little more work than what she is capable of doing these days,” Zeke said with a laugh before petting the dog on the head. “Gave her a little trouble there, did ya?”

“Noooo, not my little Pretzel,” Lily said with a laugh. “She would never do that!”

“So what are you up for tonight?” Zeke asked her.

“Nothing,” Lily answered quickly and assuredly.

“Nothing?” Zeke asked.

“Nothing,” Lily replied again while yawning. “Just you and me … and the whole evening alone.”

“Ahh,” he said with recognition. “I can see someone’s getting tired.”

Lily nodded without hesitation before scooting next to him and placing her head on his shoulder.

“You’ve had a busy day so far, haven’t you?” he asked as she nodded. “Maybe a little quiet time is what you need then.”

With no other words spoken, Lily regressed, almost as if she had been waiting until his return to be able to do so. Everything seemed all right now because he was back. And his simple question of her sleepiness had made her feel wonderful inside. It showed he cared and that he was thinking of her health.

She also knew that at that very moment, he was all ready setting up in his mind what the rest of the evening would include. She smiled, just thinking about what he was dreaming up for her.

The elevator doors opened to their apartment and Pretzel made a mad sprint up and down the hallway, into each room and then back to the living room with an excitement to be home and to happily report that she had personally checked everywhere and all was well.

“Ohh,” Lily exclaimed, flopping down on the couch in the living room, not noticing Zeke walking into her nursery. “It’s so nice to be home.”

“So tell me what the one thing was you enjoyed doing the most this week?” Zeke asked from the nursery.

“Probably the pink monopoly game,” Lily answered before sitting up and calling to him. “Can I have a snack, Daddy?”

“I was going to make you grilled cheese,” Zeke said reappearing from the nursery with a blanket, a diaper and a few other things.

Lily saw what was in his hands and her tummy became filled with butterflies. He was about to “baby” her and she couldn’t help but begin the usual shy behavior that always preceded it. It was a delicate and wonderful game she played of acting like she didn’t want to be babied while actually wanting it so badly she could hardly stand the time it took for him to push the coffee table away from the couch, spread the blanket out on the living room rug between the couch and the table, walk over to her, kneel in front of her on the couch and begin to untie her shoelaces.

“So what is it about this pink monopoly that you love so much?” Zeke asked while slipping off her shoes and ankle socks.

He never talked about the diaper change, but rather about other random topics, all with the intent of making her feel little, as if she had no decision but to accept her upcoming infantile treatment.

“It’s pink,” she whispered quietly, in her little girl voice.

The little feeling had all ready taken over her emotions enough to affect her ability to speak. Soon, she would be skipping letters and speaking in more gibberish than intelligible English.

“Yeah? And what else?” he asked, tapping her lower back to signal for her to stand up.

She stood and followed his guidance over to the blanket as he reached his hand up under her checkered skirt to feel her diapered bottom, wet from the iced tea she drank.

She lowered her chin, absorbing the soft pats to her bottom, always a reassuring gesture he made that told her he wasn’t upset with her, but that he expected her to be wet. It was a special way to tell her he was proud of her.

“What else about the pink monopoly” he asked, unzipping her skirt in the back and sliding it down her legs.

“It gots a bunch a girly stuff I like…” Lily answered before stopping suddenly as he ran his hands down the back of her smooth legs.

It was that sense of touch which always consumed her when he did it. He ran his left hand up the tender skin of her inner thigh until he reached her center, sliding a finger inside her diaper to see how wet her front was.

“Girly stuff, huh?” he asked, while helping her to gently sit down on the blanket. “Like what?”

“Boutiques,” she responded as she raised her hands to the sky for him to lift her baby-t up and off.

She now sat on her baby blanket in the middle of the living room, naked – except for the wet diaper around her waist.

She felt so small before him. It was a feeling that warranted, if not demanded her shyness. And she couldn’t get enough of it. Each second seemed to tick so slowly and the waiting drove her further into a little space in her mind where she could be completely vulnerable without worry or care or fear.

He unfolded the diaper he brought from the nursery and placed it flat on the blanket next to her. She gazed at the diaper longingly, not just for it being dry but also for what it represented to her. She was his BabyGirl and soul mate, and she always would be.

Along the way, she had become his girlfriend, his lover, his fiancée and wife-to-be, but it always went back to the basics for her, that beginning when she met him and shared her secret, that moment when they connected and knew that the future would hold a lifetime of unconditional love.

He leaned in and embraced her, placing a hand behind her head as he eased her down on her back.

He fixed his eyes on hers, seeing the need for care she was pining for, the attention to her mind as well as her body which only he knew how to do.

“I love you, Lilian,” he whispered softly to her, the mixture of her name and the littleness inside her producing tears in her eyes.

“I love you, Ezekiel,” she replied as they touched the tips of their noses and wiggled them back and forth.

She giggled and drew her knees up to her chest, rubbing the tip of her nose with her palm as it always gave her a ticklish feeling when he did that.

She lowered her hand and instantly received the pacifier to her lips. Taking it in shyly, she closed her eyes as he placed his lips on her forehead while placing his hand once more on her diapered peach.

And when he touched her like that, with gestures that riveted both sides of her, she instantly submitted to him. It was a wonderful moment of helplessness she felt.

He sat up and slid the diaper underneath her before lowering her legs back down and unfastening the tapes of her wet diaper. Lily smiled brightly behind her pacifier and nursed from it as she looked up at him with admiration.

Placing the new diaper underneath her before removing the dirty one she was wearing was a trick he had learned along the way, making it easier to position the new diaper properly without having to guess.

The cool air rushed across her peach as he lowered the front of her diaper down between her legs. This sensation was heightened as she had shaven herself smooth for him earlier that day. And it was heightened even more so as he took a wipe to her skin, from her left hip, across her midriff, to her right hip and then down her front as he curled her legs up, lifting her bottom in the air slightly and sliding the wet diaper away.

He wiped her bottom in the same gentle, caressing fashion as the front. There was no particular hurry, though the thrill of being walked in on was always present, just not probable.

And then came the dusting of powder she adored as much as anything else. That sweet scent filled the air, pushing her further towards regression and robbing her of syllables to communicate how it made her feel.

She whimpered from behind her pacifier, nursing on it slowly as he lowered her bottom into the cradle of her new diaper, a Bambino diaper which always gave her the one thing she never had in life – a butt. This, however, was a welcomed bulk, being a “diaper” butt.

With her knees still bent, her feet returned to the blanket and she parted her legs for him, instinctively at the moment but also as a sign of a further deference which fluttered inside her as well, but would wait till then – the agonizing truth of being a submissive.

Then the dusting of powder began on her front, from her hips to her midriff and down between her legs, where the skin was most sensitive and most responsive to a soft, delicate touch of caring, tender fingertips.

And then, he folded the diaper up between her legs and into place, fastening the tapes at her hips. The sound of tapes always echoed in her ears like a melody, sweetened from the experience.

He slowly sat her up, putting her hands behind her head and back. She followed, sitting up and thrusting right into a little girl’s embrace of his chest. There was no finer moment of bonding between a BabyGirl and her Daddy than the experience of having her diaper changed. It was the ultimate sign of affection and with no words, could convey to her how much he cared.

Who else would be so loving, so caring as to not only protect her and her secret passion, but also to welcome it into their relationship than a Daddy who loved her like no other?

“I’m gonna go make you something to eat,” Zeke said, rocking her back and forth while patting her back. “Why don’t you go into the nursery and get some toys for the night, okay?”

She nodded, standing to her feet.

“That’s a good girl,” he said sweetly as he stood to his feet and patted her diapered bottom before she skipped back to the nursery happily.

She ran into the nursery and stopped, looking at herself in the mirror over the dresser. She smiled, realizing that he wasn’t going to be dressing her in any other clothing that night. And all she was wearing was her baby diaper and her earrings.

She ran over to the toy chest, flipping it open and tossing things left and right until she found her coloring books. She tucked them under her arm, picked up the big bucket crayons next to the toy chest, ran over to the crib and gathered an armful of stuffed animals before returning to the living room.

She set everything on the blanket, positioned between the couch and the coffee table and began to set up her play area for the night.

First, she gave every teddy bear its own place to sit. Then she opened her pink laptop on the coffee table. She turned the television on, flipping directly to Nickelodeon before dumping out a ring of crayons around her and spreading the coloring books out while opening them all to the last pictures she had drawn.

She sat there, Indian-leg style and placed her hands on her knees as she looked around at her set up. She let out a contented sigh behind her pacifier that everything was now in its place.

Right on time, Zeke returned from the kitchen, placing the plate of the grilled cheese sandwiches on the coffee table. Lily crawled over and situated herself in front of the plate, allowing him to remove her pacifier before eating.

She smiled as she looked at the sandwiches. He had cut them all into four equal and perfect squares, making them the perfect finger food. He also set a sippy cup of apple juice next to the plate. Apple juice was perfect for washing any food down.

And as she began eating, he put a bib around her neck, drawing her hair back into an extremely loose ponytail as to not damage her frailty of follicles, but also to keep it out of her food.

Then Zeke took some of the cushion pillows off the couch and built a wall around her.

“Your Princess Fortress,” he stated proudly as Lily clapped and bounced in approval, delighting in the silliness he was displaying.

He sat on the couch behind her and watched her as he attention as drawn back to her grilled cheese sandwiches as well as the cartoon showing. She looked back at him once again, smiling her content.

Oh, what a happy night this would be!

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The Zeke and Lily Saga
Zeke and Lily: Once Upon a Beginning Zeke and Lily: Overnight Zeke and Lily - Making a Memory Zeke and Lily - Her Diary Zeke and Lily - Ever After Zeke and Lily - Dream Catching Zeke and Lily - Resolutions Part One Zeke and Lily - Resolutions Part Two Zeke and Lily - By Summer's End Zeke and Lily - For A LifeTime

 Book 1  Book 2  Book 3 Book 4   Book 5   Book 6  Book 7  Book 8  Book 9 Book 10 Book 11

Also attached to this series is: Aria and the CountrySide

Taking place simultaneously with the end of book 6.

And: The Story of Lucy

Taking place years later.


If you like Zeke and Lily’s saga, I would also recommend:

The Mia Series and The Country Rose Series

TearDrops on Hardwood Floor

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She waited patiently in his study, a particularly dark room that lacked the feminine touch he allowed her to give so many other rooms in the house. His study had a chill to the air that formed goose bumps across her naked flesh. But she remained perfectly still, keeping her chin lowered and her eyes focused on the tiny pillow at her feet.

As per his direction, she had just come from the shower. So the coolness of the room had a greater effect on her warmed body. But she had done as she was told and was clean, from head to toe.

She awaited his entrance and her pending punishment. As his submissive and his BabyGirl, she had grown accustomed to following his commands and instructions without hesitation or question. He provided a life for her that was unlike anything else she had ever known. She knew her role and her place in his world and the love she received from him was consummate.

She had never loved anyone so deeply or felt as cherished. That’s what made her current situation a little shameful for her. Earlier that day, he had given her a simple instruction and she forgot to abide by it. It wasn’t a deliberate act on her part, merely nothing more than an honest mistake, but she lived in his world now and in his world, his word was the law that ruled. And he saw her mistake as deliberate disobedience.

From the shadows of the room, he appeared. She felt his intimidating presence and knew that he had been watching her this whole time. Silently he paced around her, running his left hand over her naked body, taking time to feel the smoothness of her peach, the result of yet another instruction he gave her prior to her sheepish entrance into his study for her punishment.

He enjoyed having control over everything about her – her thoughts, her actions, her words, her pleasure and her body. She was made to ask his permission to do everything except breathe. She enjoyed her submission to his smallest demands. She hardly thought about her compliance to him. It was now instinct to listen. And it was adrenaline mixed with passion that struck at her core every time he reminded her of how meek she had become.

“Tell me of your submission to me,” he spoke quietly, yet forcefully as he continued circling around her, running his fingertips wherever he wanted on her body.

“My submission to you gives me security I’ve never known. It makes me a complete girl. It’s unconditional love and I know when I disappoint you and disobey you, you still love me,” she said, cowering at what was to come but enjoying the agony of the wait.

“Do you wish to disappoint me?” he asked.

“No, Daddy,” she answered as she began to tremble slightly.

“Then why disobey me?” he asked, raising his voice to match her condition of trembling.

“Because I’m flawed and need your direction,” she answered.

“And what direction do you believe you need from me right now?” he inquired, allowing the paddle that he had been hiding been his back to come into view.

“Punishment, Daddy,” she answered as her eyes caught sight of the paddle.

“Why punishment? Why not a lecture?” he asked as he stopped circling her and stood behind her.

“Words will sometimes not get through to me. Punishment will make me feel my disobedience,” she managed to stumble out as tears had formed in her eyes.

“Do you know why you’re being punished?” he asked as she nodded humbly. “Tell me why.”

“Because I haven’t been wearing my diapers when you’re away from home,” she confessed as a single tear streamed down her right cheek.

“And why was that disobedient?” he asked while preparing himself for her punishment.

“Because I am your BabyGirl and therefore belong in a diaper at all points in time,” she admitted.

“Kneel, place your forehead on the pillow and stretch your hands out in front of you,” he commanded.

She knelt, doing exactly as he said and closed her eyes. With a quick motion, he bound her wrists and ankles with two silk scarves. She might be able to squirm, but now couldn’t get away. He positioned himself behind her and then waited before he began, knowing that the delay would be punishment in itself for her.

And he was right. She remained in her punishment position for what seemed like an eternity. Her mind was filled with a mixture of excitement, fear and agony over not knowing when he would begin. He stomach was flustered and her senses were turning to numb and nearly unhinged bits of information that her mind could no longer handle. Yet she remained motionless and didn’t show the conflict that was waging a war within her. While she feared him, she still loved him and was grateful for the punishment as correction.

She couldn’t see him and didn’t dare open her eyes to peek for fear that her punishment would be worsened because of the infraction. She began to wonder what he was doing, why he was waiting so long and how disappointed he was in her insubordinate behavior.

As she continued to wait, she thought back to her previous punishments and how each one had gotten more severe and painful than the one prior. She felt very alone and the only company she could keep at that moment was her thoughts which had begun to betray her by envisioning the forthcoming punishment. She imagined bruising, maybe broken bones, an inability to walk afterwards and scenarios far worse than any of those.

She heard the clicking of a camera and the flashes lit up her eyelids. For a while, she counted the number of the pictures he had taken, but eventually lost track. Her mind began to wonder what these pictures were being taken for. Was he taking them for his own private pleasure or would her shameful pose soon be the embarrassing content of a public gallery somewhere on the internet?

Out of nowhere, she felt the end result of his first swing of the paddle. Her mind was forced out of her thoughts and made to focus on the sting which had quickly spread across her bottom. It was every bit of the fantasy she had been anticipating and was within the realm of pain she could derive pleasure from. Perhaps this punishment would be pleasurable after all. Perhaps her fear was misplaced.

The second smack of the paddle arrived and it was twice as hard as the first. The pain also double and the sting shot through every limb of her body this time. She winced at the pain, concentrating on not making a sound until she absolutely had to. She knew she would have to eventually cry out loud or he would never stop until she did. Keeping sound to herself for the moment was the only shred of dignity she had left.

The third smack arrived with an even greater force that weakened her knees. The sound of the paddle on her stinging flesh rang in her ears, echoing back off the walls and ceiling. The pain increased three-fold and after the smack, he kept the paddle pressed up against her bottom. She could feel the texture of the wood and the heat being transferred from her body to it.

Then the mind games began again as he removed the paddle from her bottom, but seemed to have stopped the spanking. Her mind, trying to register the pain she was feeling, now began to wonder. Was he done? Was that it? Would it be all right to ask if he was done?

These questions were short-lived as the pain returned to the forefront of her mind. Her bottom felt raw and was throbbing. Tears had formed and were rolling down her cheeks. This spanking was the hardest he had ever given and the only way to prevent herself from crying out loud was to force her mouth to stay shut. She breathed heavily through her nose.

When was he going to start again? Was he done? Should she ask? Was now the appropriate time to thank him for punishing her? What if it wasn’t the right time to ask? Would her punishment then continue? Was he switching from a wooden paddle to a leather belt? A whip? His bare hand? A tree branch? Why had he stopped for so long? Was he waiting for her to respond? Was he waiting for her cries of anguish?

She didn’t know what to do and she didn’t know what to think. It was excruciating to wait and the pain in her body was just as unbearable. Her kneeling position gave her no relief from the pain. The fantasy of punishment was gone and she had no idea where this was headed. She would much rather sit or stand in a corner for hours than have to undertake the torture of not knowing what was to come. She would gladly be lead around the mall by a leash and collar, wearing nothing but her bra and her dirty diaper than continue kneeling on that floor.

She debated risking her own well-being by asking him if he was done or maybe just looking back at him to see what he was doing. She would gladly deal with the additional punishment if it meant she would at least know what was going on.

She contemplated getting up and running, or faking an injury to get out of the current state she was forced to be in. But for every idea she came up with she quickly thought of the reason why she shouldn’t do that. She had become incapable of handling this punishment.

She returned to thinking of the physical pain in her bottom. Then, at long last, she cried out loud. She didn’t say any words, instead opting to just cry audibly. She knew crying made her feel better. The mental anguish had destroyed her.

As if she hadn’t gotten the point yet, he suddenly delivered the fourth paddle offering to her bottom. It was an answer to her prayers while also being nightmare material. She winced at the unbearable pain and began to feel weak. Her body trembled, a condition of the force of his blows and the torture her mind had gone through. Without warning her bladder gave way and she began peeing uncontrollably down her legs.

This only upset her worse and made her cry harder. She could only react to the embarrassment for so long before the fifth smack registered a crushing blow to her bottom that sent her forward onto her tummy on the floor.

She lay there, defeated, naked, bound and broken. She looked up at him, but couldn’t see the look on his face for the darkness of the room. She lowered her head to the floor and closed her eyes, preparing for his next offering. She stopped trying to figure out what it would be and accepted whatever it was would be his decision.

He knelt beside her and untied her ankles. His hands parted her thighs and she unquestioningly opened her legs for him. She didn’t have a bit of free will left and awaited his actions. To her surprise, a warm, wet, wash cloth touched her skin, cleaning her of her own urine. He untied her wrists and helped her curl up into the fetal position. Then he left the room.

She lay there, relieved that it was over. No longer fearing the unknown future moments, she was now able to reflect on what had just happened. She lay there and began to blame herself for this whole thing. If she hadn’t taken her diaper off this afternoon when he left, she wouldn’t have ever been laying on that floor in a puddle of her own pee. She would be bouncing up and down on his knee at this very moment as he gave her a horsey ride or tickled her tummy. Instead, her idea of having a few hours of independent fun had led to this.

Not only had her body been punished, but her senses had been punished and her mind had been punished. She felt lost, helpless and vulnerable to the world. Being submissive meant you existed under someone else’s control and with someone else’s direction. She didn’t feel like she had anyone to direct her at that moment. She didn’t feel he had given her any guidance at all. Then, all of the sudden she realized that was exactly what he just did.

She chose to do something earlier that day which showed her defiance to his dominance. In order to fully enjoy and experience a life of submission, she had to give herself fully to his control. It wasn’t pointless, senseless punishment she had just received. Instead, it was very calculated and was intended to affect every piece of her mind and soul. He had accomplished his goal.

Suddenly, she longed for him. She wanted to tell him how sorry she was and how she understood what she had done wrong. But how long would she have to wait now? As quickly as that question came to her mind, she erased it from thought. She would wait, patiently and obediently.

Her wait didn’t turned out to be very long at all as he returned to her side and picked her up in his arms as if she were a new bride. She looked at his face and saw the strain he had gone through. The redness in his eyes and the stain marks on his cheeks told the tale of the anguish he felt in having spanked her. She opened her mouth to speak, only to be cut off by a pacifier being placed between her lips. There was a kindness to him all of the sudden and she not only embraced his neck, but his presence.

He carried her out of his study and upstairs to her nursery. As if her were carrying delicate China dishes, he placed her on the changing table with the greatest of care. Thoughts of herself left her mind completely as she focused in on how hurt he was.

He took a wipe to her skin and with delicate strokes prepared her. She reached out and touched his hand in such a manner as if to say to him: “Daddy, I’m sorry.”

He looked down at her and smiled. As he did so, another tear rolled down his face. She kept her eyes on his face as he lifted her legs and bottom into the air. A cool wipe was gently patted across her burning skin. It felt wonderful. Then he sprinkled powder across her bottom, which felt heavenly. The pain only lingered now and no longer gripped her up.

He lowered her bottom back down onto a diaper he had placed beneath her. The inner softness touched her tender skin and wrapped it in a sensation that was gentle and inviting. Still her eyes watched his streaming tears as he folded her diaper into place over her peach and fastened it at her hips.

He sat her up, supporting her neck with his hand. She threw her hands to ceiling as she slipped her into a nightie and then up into his arms. She felt so small next to his body. Placing her head on his chest, she could hear and feel his heavily beating heart.

He sat down in the rocking chair next to her crib and wrapped her in her favorite baby blanket. She found herself swaddled in softness. It was the polar opposite of what she felt a few minutes prior. His condition told her that it wasn’t easy for him to punish her as he did, but it also told her that he had to do it.

She rested her head on his chest and looked up at him, brushing away his tears with a tiny finger before he leaned her back, removed her pacifier and touched the nipple of her night time bottle to her lips. She willingly took it into her mouth and began drinking the warm milk.

She felt differently now. Her love for him went deeper than before and her submission to him had followed. He wasn’t mean at all, but instead was the most wonderful teacher she had ever had. The events of this evening were intended to help her reach a goal she passionately pursued her whole life …

A sense of not only feeling but also being “Complete” within her own mind.

They kept eye contact now, but didn’t say a word to one another. They didn’t have to. Their eyes stated everything that needed to be said.

She looked at him and could hear what he would’ve said at that moment … had he been able to:

“I don’t ever want to have to do that again. But I need you to understand why it happened and why you must never question me. Your pain is slowly going away. Mine will be with me for some time to come. On this night, my heart was punished.”

He looked at her and read what was on her mind:

“I’m sorry, Daddy. I understand why you spanked me and why you had to make your point very clear to me. Your point is now my point and I’ll never disobey your trust or love for me ever again. I now offer you my submission without question.”

He stood up and traded the bottle from her lips for the return of her pacifier. Lowering her into her crib, he covered her with her blankets and placed her teddy bear in her arms. She rolled over onto her tummy as he kissed her on the forehead, patted her diapered bottom, turned on her nightlight at the wall socket and exited the room.

Her thoughts came alive as she lay there, trying to go to sleep. It was true punishment, intended to correct her infractions, but to teach her to never disobey again. She felt a sense of love for him in that he had corrected her behavior. She knew she would never disobey him again. She would always follow his instructions, even if he weren’t there to watch her.

This promise she made to herself made her smile. It reassured her that she was now completely submissive to him and having that reassurance gave her purpose in a sense of being complete. She could see her future so clearly now and she knew exactly what she needed to do and what was expected of her. There were no longer any uncertainties or questions.

She fell asleep with a peace of mind she had never known.

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If you’re a fan of the darker age play, I would also recommend reading:

The VoiceThe Voice – A tale of horror, unavoidable consequences and possible redemption of self.

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That “white-hot” attention

This is another phrase I love to use to describe the intensity of the attention an ABDL Girl receives.

When a flame burns hot enough, it’s orangish color will disappear, leaving a white flame.  This is indicative of a temperature which is much hotter than normal and more intense all around.

Recently, I was asked what the attraction is for a female in “The Daddy’s Girl Fetish”.  The best way I can summarize it is to say that she receives a kind of “white-hot” attention that she normally would not receive in a relationship from … the vanilla realm.  LOL

To put more detail to it, imagine the kind of attention that a little girl receives.  Everybody thinks she is adorable.  Everybody wants to give her a hug.  Everybody wants to see her smile and be happy and care-free.  She is taken care of and protected, for her sweetness and her innocence and for how wonderful she is.  She feels loved.  She feels important and special in everyone’s eyes.

For an adult female, attention still exists and sometimes you can’t get away from the attention.  But it’s a different kind of attention.  Now, people want to get to know her for specific reasons or people want something from her.  She has responsibilities and often times finds herself struggling to maintain an identity which remained so firmly in her youth.

For an adult female, imagine still being an adult but receiving the kind of attention she received when she was a little girl, back when everybody adored her just for being who she was.

The Daddy/BabyGirl dynamic reacquaints her with the feelings of being a little girl while within the ageplay setting of ABDL.  Her adult side and her little side are cared for and nurtured.

That “white-hot” attention.

For the short-term.

I see a lot of relationships sprouting up in the spring time particularly on fetish sites like FetLife.  But I find it remarkable how quickly some of those relationships come to an unfortunate end.  By the tail end of the summer, there’s bitterness in break-up.

I don’t scoff at anyone for feeling heartache so bad that it turns to depression.  What that can show is that what you felt for someone was a very sincere and deep emotion within you.

But I can’t help but wonder why these relationships were so short-lived and what it must feel like to welcome someone into your heart and your life, only to see them depart so quickly.

I know what it feels like to meet someone, spend time getting to know them, grow together with them and because of them, fall in love with them, face challenges together, overcome some obstacles and learn from those we didn’t overcome, and then in the end, the relationship ends.  It’s more painful than anything you can imagine.

It’s called life, I guess.  And for a relationship with length, you suddenly find yourself redefining where you’re headed next.

I’ve never had a relationship that only lasted a few months and I wonder if the bond that forms at beginning produces the same kind of pain at separation.

The Daddy/BabyGirl dynamic digs into you deeply and etches itself into your soul.  But when it’s new, I wonder what it feels like to lose it before it’s had a chance to grow..

My heart goes out to those people who met, fell in love and fell apart inside of a single season.

The Key to a Soul

Eyes are the windows to our souls.

That’s how the saying goes, right?

Some eyes are the windows to entire universes and they are also the first things we envision when thinking of someone.

Whether they have a look of love and seduction
or a look of contentment,
or a look of a little “plotting and planning” to them.

You see, everybody has little rooms inside their souls with doors which they shut and lock. And they keep close guard on the key.

When they’ve been touched so deeply by another person or when they become so entranced or in love with someone, they take that key out and twirl it between their fingers.

At first, a girl will do this as she decides if he is the one who should be made aware of something no one else has ever known about her. Initially, it’s a question of trust, but also of something else.

And she will wonder if he is the one for sure, because once you tell someone something, they will always know after that. There are no resets or “take backs”. It’s a permanent decision, which makes it one of the most important heart-pounding moments of her life.

Will he be receptive to her dream?
Will he have the same love for a fantasy as she does?
Will he be careful with her secret, a secret which the rest of the world is oblivious to?

So much could go wrong, but so much could go right and she won’t know which is the case unless she takes the plunge.

Because she has all the love in her heart for everything that she clings to, she has the highest of hopes.

He might well be exactly who she needs , hopefully exactly who she wants as well.

The future could be very bright. And her dream could come true. But all of the sudden, her well-kept secret and dream is out of her hands. She’s placed it his and he now owns every bit of her.

Without much delay, she finds out what it’s like to have her senses and heart owned by someone else. She’s felt love before, but it was never this intense nor felt this good. He touches her more deeply than she can handle to start.

She regrets having revealed her secret to him … But only momentarily because at the same time she can’t help but feel his charm, his loving touch, his unyielding presence. It fits in so very well with where she wants to be, how she wants to feel.

And, oh, that look in his eyes …

His gaze serves as a reminder to her that every moment is the moment of truth.

The more he fulfills her dream, the more she falls for him.
And the more she falls for him, the more she needs him.
The more she needs him, the more she begins to feel like she can’t live without him.

And before long, that thought becomes the truth.

Now she looks at him and she hopes she can live up to be the BabyGirl that he wants her to be. Soon, he becomes her only thought and her only concern. Just his voice makes her flutter inside and tingle in all the right places.

She continues to discover new levels of who he is and how he makes her feel. There doesn’t seem to be anything he won’t do for her.

His smile and his touch make her “little” in an instant and in no time, she feels her very thoughts being led by his words, his suggestions and his gestures.

He makes her feel alive. He makes her ache in brand new ways. He makes her want to abandon everything else in life and just exist in his world. His charm is more than alluring and it works. She follows, blindly and with an open heart.

And before she knows it, she is completely consumed with his affect on her. She is helpless to resist and doesn’t even care to try.

It’s so perfect that it seems too perfect and she fears believing it fully for the greater fear that it will go away, a reality that would kill her inside.

Yet she remains in his world, under his control and in his care. It is the only place she wants to be and now it’s the only place she can survive. She is his heart’s possession, his BabyGirl forever and ever more, and the soul which keeps her heart grounded to stay within reality.

Was her future planned out by a craving she couldn’t control and didn’t want to?
And did she go through every day with that same full knowledge that it was fate which dictated her emotions?

She will go to bed thinking about it and dreaming about it, hugging a teddy bear and nursing a pacifier.

When the littleness in her heart and mind begins to show, the simplest of things mean the world to her.

And why?

Because somewhere in the midst of her jumbled emotions and infantile reasoning, she’s stopped acting … and started living it out, not wanting a reality absent of the emotions that come along with being treated as a BabyGirl.

Her heart could survive without feeling a lot of things, but the “little” within her will always be there and the more she tries to keep control of that BabyGirl, the more that BabyGirl comes out.

And soon she won’t be able to stop herself from being the BabyGirl she wants to be and the BabyGirl she was born to be.

He reached out and touched the very core of who she was. He took the time to give her a feeling she craved all her life. She followed him with a heart full of love and innocence.

And now, she has a gift a lot of girls never receive.

What’s the gift?

Acceptance

No, it’s not just love or humility or courage or purity or honesty or diligence or charity or fidelity. You see, the 7 virtues of life are all encompassed in Acceptance.

She has chosen to accept her place in this world. And it was her decision. She’s not upset by limitations nor does she find herself longing for what she doesn’t have. She simply accepts all that she does have and finds a happiness that is truly fulfilling.

And with this gift, she realizes the power she now possesses … She can do anything she wants.

And why?

Because she feels cherished.

And that is what he can see in her eyes …

A simple girl who seeks compassion, understanding, love and fantasy.

She is all ready the BabyGirl he wants her to be and with time, she’ll learn to believe that.

She places the key to her soul in his shirt pocket and hand-in-hand, they take a step forward together, the first of many to come “for a lifetime”.

Is it any wonder the dynamic runs deeper than any other kind of relationship?

The look and the right

For as much as I like to call myself a gentle daddy, the truth is I’m the type of Daddy who could be labeled as submissive. Not in the sense of roles, but in the sense of personality.

And for as much as writing about “The Daddy who disciplines and rules with an iron fist” is a character which can make for a great story and storyline, I am not that kind of Daddy.

Having taken 2011 to emotionally recover from a break-up which I believed was going to destroy me from within, I’ve kept a low profile on a lot of things while purging my emotions through story after story until the emotions, and more importantly, the memories were gone.

She wasn’t just any BabyGirl.  She was the one I loved, the one I craved and the one I based the character of Lily on.  For years, I wrote those stories one chapter at a time and posted those stories all over the internet, telling the world how wonderful she was.  When something as strong as that ends, when the dynamic of a Daddy and BabyGirl relationship ends, it can drop you to your knees. At least, that’s what it did to me.

The future, once prepared and planned out, now seemed empty. It would take me some time to discover that the future wasn’t really empty. It was simply waiting to be filled.

And though the loss of her sucked the essence of life out of me for quite a while, it helped me to realize that the “Be-All End-All” was still out there.

I received an email from someone recently, asking me what kind of BabyGirl I was looking for. I didn’t reply to this email and it was one of the few times in my life that I hadn’t responded to an email.

Because I don’t believe personal ads produce many results, I don’t post them anymore, but as I sit here writing the 7th book in The Pajama BabyGirl Series, a thought has come to mind and if you have found this posting and read this far down, I believe you will be one of the few people who will ever read and know this.

From my past relationship, I have learned that looking for anyone should never include “the kind of BabyGirl I am looking for”, but rather “the kind of BabyGirl I am right for”.

So without further explanation, here is who she is (color coded, for the sake of being silly while being serious):

She wants to be submissive. She doesn’t want to be forced to be submissive. I’m a gentle daddy and while the appeal of what I like to call “butt whoopin’s” can be evolved towards with time and growth together, I’ll never be a disciplining Daddy. So the kind of BabyGirl I am right for won’t be looking for a Daddy who punishes.

She can give as much as she takes.  And she realizes that when two people give, no one has to take.  They simply need to receive from the other.  I’m a Daddy who thinks of himself last and finds joy in seeing others taken care of.  I will push myself to the point of exhaustion and then I’ll collapse.

It is at that moment, that I must remind myself that I am not Superman and I can’t do it all and I need to learn when to stop.  But I’ll also need a BabyGirl who understands that I will need time to recharge myself.

She wants a balance of Big and little in her life.  I want to know about her and have a relationship with her that encompasses the whole of us, not just the kink of us.  I don’t fall in love with the diaper.  I fall in love with the girl inside it.  And there will be so much more to her than the waddle she makes when she needs her diaper changed.

She can handle being spoiled without allowing it to effect the relationship.  I will always be a giving individual, to the point where my giving is taken for granted and taken advantage of.  It’s within my nature to be as such. 

Here’s a truth of myself:  When someone takes what I say and what I do for them for granted, it becomes extremely difficult to maintain a devotion of the heart.  I’ve proven to myself that it can be done, having never lost my love for someone who took a lot of things for granted, but it doesn’t mean I’ve learned my lesson.  And I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to convince myself that sometimes I really do need to say “no”.

Lastly, she is a girl who is willing to work on imperfections.  Neither of us will be perfect, as individuals or as a couple, but entering into a relationship is something I will do with the intent of finding the rest of life.  I’m looking for the next 30 years.  Not the next 30 days or the next30 months, but the rest of life.

If I get 9 things done right, I’d really like to delight in those accomplishments as oppose to hearing all about that 1 thing I didn’t get done right.  Rest assured, that 1 thing will get done.  But it’s at a moment like that when volumes can be spoken about an individual.  Is that 1 thing undone more important than the 9 things that were?

The BabyGirl I am right for will see it the same way as I do.

So that’s my take on the difference between someone I am looking for and someone I am right for.    The look and the right.

I thank you for taking the time to read this and for showing me, by having read this far that the Be-All End-All truly is still out there.

– Zorro Daddy

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