Daddy's First Visit

For many weeks now Daddy and I have been conversing via e-mail. He has fully investigated my fears, my desires and my expectations of this, his first visit. He has also, in great detail, communicated what will be required of his baby girl. So now, as we approach this first encounter together, I await his arrival, having never yet ventured beyond the taste of sweet vanilla.

I am very much aware of his expertise, his endless patience, and his talent - of how each word of his love letters virtually hypnotized me and left me feeling weak and intoxicated. He made love to me, stroking me with each word. I delighted in reading his every word over and over, and relinquished my confidence to him as I never have trusted before.

So now, here I stand, fearing his power over me. And the doorbell rings. I am scarcely breathing as I step back from the opened door. I hear, "Stephanie, my dream! You are just as I pictured you."

As he shuts the door, I can feel him devouring me with his eyes. His countenance is tall and powerful. He is ruggedly handsome, with the slightly arrogant air of a man used to getting what he wants. Normally, his type would cause me to recoil and the hair on my neck to rise. However, all I can do is to observe him in awe, unable to even speak!

In one swift motion his gloved hands slip the tiny straps of the negligee from my shoulders. A deep red satin wave cascades to my feet. As he begins to remove his hat, gloves and coat, I am wondering why I am still unable to speak.

He turns back to me and I see that his head is completely shaven and nearly swoon for the powerful look this has given him. I have always had a weakness for this look, and it suits him well.

He approaches me and I step back to the wall. I gasp loudly as he leans forward to kiss me, for his cold hands are suddenly squeezing together my breasts. He then places a single finger covering my mouth. As he whispers, "Hush my sweet baby," I feel his other hand move to my now throbbing sex. "You are well-prepared and have shaved your pussy bare, just as Daddy requires." He is now raping me with his eyes.

He has requested that I lead him to the bath, and I step out of the heavy red satin surrounding my feet. I lead him away wearing only the gold satin heals which remain on my feet.

"Sweetie, let me look at you as I draw you a nice hot, bath," he commands. "I hope you are pleased with me, Daddy." I manage to finally utter. His response is, "My baby, you have no idea. Now step in, and I shall bathe you." He has taken a large puffy sponge and filled it with soap. He teases and caresses me with it for it seems hours. I feel I am melting into the hot water and I finally summon the courage to ask, "May I please come out now, Daddy?" He says, "Come to me baby!" holding out a soft, puffy towel in his hands. He dries me.

As he spots my room across the hall, he leads me there by the hand, and I notice he is carrying one of his bags as well. Patting the bed with his hand he says, "Here we are, my girl -- how lovely!" He is pleased with my room, which is decorated in Victorian style. The room is beige with gorgeous pink flowers - roses. Cream colored lace, pink satin ribbons, ruffles and pillows are everywhere. A lovely exotic scent has risen from the many candles I have lit throughout the room. It is quite luxurious in fact. "What fun we will have here, my precious one," he says forcing me back upon the bed.

"Now, Daddy has something very special planned for his girl. Stay right there." He turns to search for things in his bag. He places several items from his bag onto the floor. I hear this, but can not see from my place high on the bed. "Now, close those pretty blue eyes for just a moment," he speaks very closely to my ear. I immediately regret having done so, as I realize he has deftly managed to secure my wrists so that I cannot move them from my sides. I try to move, and he spots the brief flash of anger that appears in my eyes. It is at this moment that I conceive of the true command he now has over the situation and over me. A blinding red wave of fear and passion floods through my body, and before he can speak, I hear my own voice: "Oh, Daddy, teach me how to please you! I only want to make you happy!" He leans over and he says into my ear, "That is JUST what Daddy wants to hear, my baby."

He raises a very large bottle of baby oil and begins to drizzle it over my body. He has heated it in my bath water, and I begin to breathe heavily as I feel it dripping, dripping, unable to move. He begins to rub it all over me. He is oiling my tummy, my neck, my breasts and my nipples. I am losing control, now, and my breathing has become heavier still. I can hardly bear the feeling of having lotion or oil rubbed over my breasts (did I ever tell him that?) and I find myself nearing climax. Now his hand is sliding down my tummy and between my thighs. I gasp as the tightness there borders pain and - a flash of heat - and... Oh! He has removed his hand! I am gasping for breath, and he smiles gently down at me.

"Let's turn you over now, my girl." And before the sentence is finished he has done so. I am now incapable of moving AND of seeing what he next has planned for me. This exquisite suspense is keeping me at the verge of climax. I hear what sounds like something being torn open, and then a loud snap as of a rubber band. Quietly, saying nothing, he begins. He is now pouring the hot oil over my bottom. Oh, OH! Yes, that is now a gloved hand oiling me, slipping down into the little cleavage toward my bottom. He is massaging over and over my pink little virgin bum. As he messages slowly, he repeats, "Relax, my sweet little girl, now relax." I cry out as suddenly his oiled finger invades me and pushes deeper still. I am overcome by shock and my helplessness, and realize he is inserting something, and yet something again into my rear. I fear to guess what they are. And he begins again with his finger. Ever so slowly, in and out, in and out. Never before have I imagined anything like this feeling. He is turning me inside and out ever so slowly with each movement of his finger in me. I can no longer keep myself from moaning, and I flush deeply with the shame of the pleasure he is giving me as he invades my backside. I do not know for how long this has gone on.

I am hyper-stimulated, over-whelmed, confused and shameful of the delight I am taking in his power over me. He now helps me to turn facing him. He seems quite pleased with himself, and smiles saying, "Now my sweet girl, you are going to experience your very first diaper!" He looks at me with great anticipation and intensity, and I begin to wonder if I am in danger of fainting. I am flushed with a heat of embarrassment and desire. He now snuggly fastens a thick, cuddly diaper around me, pulls up plastic panties and is placing something between my knees to separate them - widely. He covers me with a short tight pink baby shirt, which serves only to further accentuate the embarrassingly large size of my breasts. The out-line of my now-hard pink nipples can clearly be seen through the material.

Pulling warm blankets over me he says, "Daddy is so pleased with his little girl. I will return shortly with a yummy surprise for you." He leaves me to ponder my vulnerability and my situation. With each passing moment, the knowledge of my helplessness gets clearer and deeper. I hate it, I fear it, but it causes my sex to throb, and I am at once horrified that I find myself loving, delighting in his power over me... and desiring him.

He comes to me with a warm baby bottle. He lies down next to me and inserts the plastic nipple into my mouth as he says, "Now drink up for Daddy, my sweet baby girl." As I begin to suck, my mind explodes and a warm soft, secure feeling envelopes my whole body. I feel taken care of and warm and safe. As I continue to suck my bottle, my Daddy occasionally caresses my cheek or runs his fingers through my soft blonde curls.

It seems an eternity later, and I am wondering how I will ever finish these last few drops of my bottle. Sucking hard... there! Finally! I have finished, but he produces a second bottle. I can feel a heavy pressure building in my bladder and I cry, "Oh, please, Daddy do I have to drink two?" He replies by just forcing the nipple into my mouth. I have no choice but to drink, because I have sub-consciously learned to breathe between swallows, and it is like a natural instinct taking over. Suddenly, silent tears of frustration spill from my eyes as I realize that HE WILL force me to pee and mess in my diaper; I, a grown woman, right before his eyes. Waves of fear and embarrassment are now breaking over me. As my tears flow harder, he consoles me. "There, there, sweetie! You know this is what you want. Daddy is here." and, "You know that you must obey Daddy. There is no other way." I am trying desperately to concentrate on drinking this bottle in his hand, while I am also being distracted by his other hand. He has reached under my blanket and is playing with my breasts. He pinches my nipples and shakes them, making everything jiggle under my tight little shirt. His attention to them again drives me wild.

I finally finish my second bottle, and now have a great intense pressure in my bladder. I squirm trying to bring my thighs together and I can not. "How are you feeling my baby girl?" He asks me. I finally cry out, "Oh, please Daddy. I beg of you! I am so afraid and so ashamed to wet my diaper!" He seems not to hear me and continues his play. He is still arousing me intensely even though I am beginning to feel pain now from the growing pressure in my bladder.

Suddenly, he sharply pinches both of my nipples. I cry out in pain as I realize that this shock has caused a hot stream of pee to shoot into my diaper. I am now crying for his control over me is so frightening. I am embarrassed to have peed myself, and am also madly aroused by the hot wetness spreading in my diaper. As he enjoys my squeal of helplessness and subsequent quickening of breath, he smiles. Bringing his hand down, he presses the hot wetness to my mound. He rubs very gently and as he arouses me, he presses the heal of his hand to my bladder and forces yet another hot, wet deluge over me. My tummy is now cramping and I realize in a panic what he has done. I am forcing with all of my will to keep from messing my diaper. I moan and writhe, but the rubbing pressure of his hand is torturing me, and I am unable to escape his touch. With tears of surrender flowing from my eyes, I decide better to relieve the horrible ache in my bladder and then exert all of my strength to holding my tummy cramps back. I cry out as the hot urine surges over me and spreads through my diaper. I am crying silent tears of submission and shame as the hot stream once again wildly intensifies my desire. He begins to rub me again, and I find myself crying, "No, no, no!" as I again near climax. He is saying sweet things of encouragement to me and I am becoming unnerved. His rubbing of the hot wet diaper into me becomes too much. I am screaming now, "NO, NO, NO!" with each successive contraction of my intense, pulsating orgasm. You see, it has caused me to lose control of my muscles and with each wave of pleasure I flood more and more and more pee and mess into my diaper. I am sobbing now from shame and my surrender. I am shocked at how easy it is for him to strip me completely of my dignity and my control. I am so completely Daddy's girl...

"I will clean you up now my baby." He does and I am completely mortified. I am red - flushing from my breasts to my neck and face and even feel it rise to the top of my head.

He pauses when he has finished and leans over me. He kisses me deeply while I become acutely aware of my nakedness. "My sweet girl, I must now punish you for being so naughty. Now for your spanking." I hear him removing his leather belt. With minimal effort he turns me over and begins my punishment. Prior to each strike he describes in detail how he will take my body (OH!), how he will despoil me (OH!), how he will invade every part of me deeply (OH!), and how he will make me his very own slave (OH! OH!). I am now crying with tears pouring down and I hear myself shouting, "Yes, Daddy! Oh, yes, YES!"