Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33869 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 169(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33869 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 169(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
Submitting to Eli in this moment is not mandatory. It doesn’t change anything. If I’m not ready, it doesn’t mean he would walk out on me and never come back. It simply means I need more time.
We’re operating on a very strange speedy timeline. It just happened. It fell into place. But I can slow down. I know it in my heart. I can look him in the eyes, tell him to let me go potty. He would kiss me gently and release me. He would still read to me and tuck me into bed.
Eli is asking me to trust him. And I do with shocking clarity. I want him to be my Daddy. I want to turn my care over to him. With every passing second, I feel stronger that some crazy force of nature put Eli in my path. That same force gave me time to look at him. Six months. And then She whipped that piece of mail out of my hands so that it slid under his door at a moment when he happened to notice.
I’m not usually one to believe in Fate or any woo-woo stuff, but a calm settles over me. Peace. Happiness. I release a long slow breath and relax my bladder as tears slowly trail out of the corners of my eyes. Not tears of sadness or anxiety or even frustration. Tears of joy.
Eli shifts his palm from my tummy down to the front of my diaper, cupping me there and pressing against me, putting emphasis on the fact that I’m actively submitting to him. His eyes never leave mine. His brow is intense and deeply furrowed, but he’s smiling. Pleased.
His thumb smooths down to brush away the tears from my temple. “Such a good girl. I know that was hard.”
Eli kisses my forehead before quietly easing back. I watch him intently while he opens my diaper, cleans my skin as gently as possible, plants a reverent kiss on my pussy, and reapplies protective cream.
When I’m freshly diapered, he meets my gaze again with his intense one and growls, “Mine.”
Chapter Eleven
For the first time in five years, I find myself skipping through the next day partly in Little space. It’s hard to extricate myself. I’m so happy; I’m giddy.
Eli put his number in my phone. He even named himself Daddy. He’s been texting me off and on all day. I get butterflies every time.
I manage to work, but the moment I’m off the clock, I bolt for my bedroom and change into a pink dress. Today I give myself two braids just behind my ears.
Eli is at my door at six o’clock. He doesn’t even go into his apartment first. I know because I’m pacing around waiting for him to get home. The moment I open the door, he pulls me into his arms, steps us farther into my apartment, kicks the door closed, and kisses me senseless.
I’m breathless and horny by the time he breaks the kiss. It takes me a moment to realize the entire time he was backing me up all the way into my bedroom. He immediately lifts me off my feet and lowers me onto my bed.
“Hold your dress up, sweet girl.”
I lift it up to my tummy and bite my lip while he removes my panties and diapers me. I’m only slightly bashful about it. We left this particular aspect of regression in the dust last night.
When he stands me on my feet, I blush. Being diapered for the evening is new for me. Doing so in front of Eli is a whole level of monumental.
It’s not until he guides me back into the living room that I notice he dropped a bag inside the front door. He retrieves it and holds it up. “Dinner.”
This is how our days go for the next week. He pounces me when he gets home, changes me out of my panties, and feeds me. Then he goes across the hall and returns with something new every night from the regression box.
The night after the thermometer introduction, he started giving me a daily vitamin, rectally. He had me lie on my tummy after my bath, rise onto my elbows and knees, and push my bottom out. He took his time easing the vitamin suppository into me with his lubed finger, stroking the inside of my rectum for several minutes while the pill dissolved.
The next night, he fingered me in that same position but didn’t linger. Instead he put a plug in my bottom and made me wear it all evening.
The following evening, Eli introduced me to anal beads, sliding them in and out until I came from the slightest touch to my clit. Who knew there were so many things he could do to stimulate my tight ring of muscles, teaching me that it can be unbelievably pleasurable?