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Francesca watched, fascinated, as the video played on her laptop. A woman dressed in a baby blue diaper printed with yellow duckies sucked on a binkie as she lay over her Daddy’s lap. Need surged like an electrical current when the Daddy spanked her diapered bottom, and Francesca lifted the hem of her pink cotton babydoll nightie and lowered her vibrator between her thighs.
“Mmm, yes, Daddy,” she whispered, her gaze glued to the screen as she pressed the vibrator on her hard clit, the buzzing like the best kind of tickle echoing in her body.
She watched as the Daddy really started to spank the woman in the diaper, and when he began to lecture her about some sort of wrong-doing, Francesca’s heart surged along with her desire.
God, I need exactly that, pleasssssssse!
In so many ways. She needed to be disciplined. Cared for. She needed to just hand everything over to someone else for a while. But meanwhile, the videos would have to do—and they did. They helped her manage her anxiety. Helped her free herself from the huge responsibility of her career. The pressure from her family.
Nope! Not thinking about that stuff.
She focused again on the screen, imagining it was her lying over his lap, her butt he was reddening with his big hand, and felt herself slipping further into Little space.
“Mmm…”
As she watched, the Daddy turned the Little girl over onto her back, slipped her diaper off, and took the binkie from her mouth, replacing it with two of his fingers.
“Suck,” he told his girl.
Francesca stuck two fingers in her own mouth, wishing they were his. And when he tore the diaper off with his free hand and plunged his fingers into the girl’s pussy, Francesca’s whole body went tight with need.
“Fuck me, Daddy,” she whispered into her darkened bedroom as she slipped the phallic-shaped vibrator between her folds.
She pumped it in and out in time with the Daddy on her laptop screen. The buzzing tickle went deep inside her body, and she needed more. She needed to come.
She slipped her fingers from her mouth. “Please, Daddy, may I come?” she whimpered.
The Daddy on-screen was fucking his girl so hard and fast, and she echoed his motion, shoving the vibrator deep inside her, slipping it out, then doing it over and over.
“Pleasssse… I need you, Daddy!”
The Daddy on the screen said, “Come now for me, Little girl.”
And she did, her body arching as her pussy spasmed around the thick shaft inside her.
“Oh, Daddy, yessssssss!”
Pleasure shot through her, and she pinched her nipple to make it even more intense, her eyes shut tight. Her body shook, and it took a minute or two before she calmed down. When she could finally breathe again, she opened her eyes. The video wasover, and on the screen was an 800 number for Dial-A-Daddy, a phone service where she could talk to a Daddy. From the ad she gathered that this was designed not just for someone looking for a Daddy Dom, but also for Littles, like herself.
“Hmm.”
Did she dare?
It was hard for her to admit she was a Little, even though she knew in her heart that she was. There was so much shame attached to the title. So much judgement from the world.
But no one would know. Not her family, or anyone at her family’s big law firm, where she worked. Maybe this could be a way for her to get this need to be Little out of her system?
She bit her lip, trying to decide, but she’d already grabbed her cell phone from the table next to her bed.
“I’ll just put the number in my phone…for later, maybe,” she murmured to herself.
She was still partly in Little space, despite having just come. Sex had always been reserved for Big space, but it felt safe to come as her Little self when she was alone with her videos. Could she do it with another person on the other end of the phone?
“It’s not real,” she told herself. “It’s like watching the videos, but interactive.”
Still, a small pang of guilt made her stomach knot up.
