Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33279 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33279 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
My breasts are pressed up and out. They look fuller and heavy. My nipples are hard points under my shirt, obvious to anyone. I haven’t had a bra on in weeks, and Daddy didn’t bring anything for me to wear on this trip except tiny T-shirts. I watched him pack.
When I hear another click at my back, I twist my head around to look and find him holding a leash.
He grins mischievously as he gives a tug.
I stumble into him between his legs, breathing heavily as he holds me tight against his front. His lips come to my ear. “Fuck, you’re sexy.”
I grip his thighs with my hands and try to control my arousal.
Daddy continues to whisper in my ear. “I knew you would enjoy the harness. My girl really likes to be restrained.”
I whimper. He knows me well. It’s like he can read my mind. He’s been doing so from the moment I first met him. Sometimes I think we’re fated mates from one of my romance novels.
He slides a hand up my tummy and grazes his fingertips along the edge of my breast.
“Daddy…” I whine, glancing around.
“No one is looking, Baby girl.” He flicks a thumb over my nipple.
I arch my chest and grab his wrist, twisting my head to glare at him. Or I try to glare. Somehow my glares make him chuckle. “If you make me come in front of all these people, I’ll squeal, and then they’ll be looking.”
He chuckles. “Fine. I’ll stop teasing you.” He does not stop holding me, though. He keeps his arms around me and nestles me securely between his legs.
It’s so gorgeous out. The weather is perfect, and Daddy has told me it’s like this year-round. The island has the best weather on Earth.
I’m so excited as the ferry finally docks that I’m bouncing up and down in my sandals. “Where are we going first, Daddy?”
“We’ll stop by the registration office and pick up our visitor wristbands. After that, we’ll go next door to the clinic.”
I frown. “Why do we need to go to the clinic?” I’ve been to the doctor so many times since I met Daddy it’s becoming absurd. He’s a stickler for health.
“All Littles check in at the clinic soon after they arrive. The doctors and nurses there will open a file and keep records just in case something happens to you while we’re visiting.”
“But I’m not sick, Daddy.”
“Nope. Just a wellness visit.”
I sigh. Arguing with Daddy is futile every time.
We exit the ferry with the rest of the crowd of Littles and Caregivers. Daddy arranges for our luggage to be delivered to the cabin he rented, and then we find our rental golf cart.
“This is so fun! I’ve never ridden in a golf cart.”
He removes my harness, swings me up onto a car seat, and straps me in. The car seat has more straps and buckles and safety features than anything Daddy has used to secure me yet. I have to hold my breath when his knuckles graze my inner thighs. I don’t know if it’s the excitement, something in the air, or just Daddy, but I’ve been about to combust from the moment we got out of bed this morning. I need to come. I haven’t had a single orgasm today, and that’s unusual for us.
I look around with wide eyes as Daddy drives us from the dock to the main street in town. I’m surprised by all the businesses up and down both sides. They have everything here, which really shouldn’t shock me. After all, lots of people live here. They have to be able to buy clothes, eat out, go to the library, visit the bank. Everything people do on the mainland.
The difference is all the people are either diapered Littles or caregivers. Nearly all the Littles are in a stroller or a harness.
Daddy parks the golf cart, unfastens me, and lifts me to the ground. “Hold my hand, Baby girl.”
I follow him into the orientation center and wait as patiently as possible while he checks us in and picks up wristbands. As soon as we step back outside, I see the clinic he referred to.
I take a deep breath as we enter the dreaded doctor’s office. This seems like overkill, but then nearly everything in the life of a fully regressed Little is overkill.
A kind woman with a warm smile checks us in, and then we take a seat in the waiting room. There are two other Little girls waiting with their Daddies. One of them must not be feeling well. She’s sitting in her Daddy’s lap with a pacifier, leaning against his shoulder.
The other one must be shy because she stands next to her Daddy, holding his arm.
It doesn’t take long for both of them to get called back and then me. The kind woman who checked us in introduces herself as Nurse Kelly and leads us to an exam room. “Dr. Morgan will be in shortly. You can go ahead and undress her,” she tells Daddy.