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Taken from the book:
“Sugar & Spice” (ABDL Bedtime Stories)
here is a Pinch of the “Spice”:
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Message In A Bottle Feeding
She lied in his arms and across his lap, a simple BabyGirl with a simple desire of the heart and message to the one person in the world who could hear it:
Just love me like no other.
It was early night time. The soft murmur of the television filled the room. The blue flicker from the screen flashed on the ceiling and walls of the living room, but the distractions hadn’t proven their ability to take her eyes off his face.
She was wrapped in a soft white blanket, swaddled lightly, from her shoulders to her feet. Her neck rested on the center of his left arm and her hair, still drying from her bath, dangled down over the side of the arm of the recliner. Her head rested up against his chest and she gazed up at him with a longing in her vision.
Her arms were relaxed and lied across her tummy. And her fingers ere curled up in her palms. Her legs were bent at the knees and draped comfortably over the other arm of the recliner. Her frame was naked - save for the diaper he dressed her in.
She nursed, peacefully and slowly, on the nipple of her baby bottle, held to her lips by his right hand and tilted upward slightly as she wouldn’t swallow air with the warm milk inside her night time bottle.
There was nowhere she wanted to be than in his arms and in his heart. There was nowhere else she felt more belonging to than in the life.
He was her Daddy, her lover, her partner and in his world, she would always safely abide. He had listened to the message her heart conveyed to the world and more importantly, he was the one who responded and had shown her what unconditional love could truly feel like.
Being his BabyGirl was no longer a role she played or a mindset she had to get into. It was now a natural state of being and the depths of which continued to find ways to make new for her the realization that she now had a lifetime to spend in love. It was dynamic. So was he and so were they.
It felt so wonderful to be heard by someone. And he didn’t listen to her so as to know what action he needed to take next. He listened to her because she had something to say and he wanted to hear it.
But her messages weren’t always spoken. Sometimes, her movements told how she felt and sometimes her eyes expressed the sentiments within her, the emotions she wanted to release and the insecurities she presently dealt with. Her messages of the heart came from her soul and spoke directly to his.
They had a connection far deeper and far more intense than with anyone else and when he said he loved her she knew that he loved her like no other.
Her Big side and her little side, intertwined at this point were still addressed separately by him, but on this quiet evening, that was about and there was message in a bottle feeding from him which her soul was about to receive.
Her body may have been relaxed, but her mind was far more active, racing with an energy which wasn’t conducive to “settling down” for the night. The evening bath began the process of unwinding her. It would lead into her bottle feeding and often a story he would tell her. And by the end of the process, she would be fast asleep in his arms.
It was a wonderful and pleasant way to end each day and one which she looked forward to with all the littleness she possessed. But on this night, her littleness would be introduced to a sensation it hadn’t known before … Urge.
As his BabyGirl, she longed for that feeling of little and that security which wrapped her senses the same way that blanket was wrapping her body – completely and with the intent of keeping all of her safely inside it. She longed to be cherished and regarded as his most prized possession and most proud responsibility.
As his Big Girl, she craved to know that she filled his life within a presence which replaced emptiness, a purpose to provide and a reason to be all he could be. She wanted to feel that she captivated his imagination, his fantasies and his reality. She wanted his hands on her body and his aggression as well.
Tonight, his BabyGirl would meet his Big Girl. And both were her.
“Daddy loves you, Princess,” he said, rocking her back and forth gently as his syrupy-sweet Daddy voice echoed in her ears. “You are such a good little girl. Daddy couldn’t be prouder of you if he tried.”
He patted her diapered bottom through the blanket, an action which when he did it, meant the same as him say You’ve been a good BabyGirl.
“You’ve learned how to release your will and just simply abide as you are,” her Daddy said softly. “And when a BabyGirl has learned to allow herself to submit, it is then that she’s reborn inside.”
Her eyes were filled with a glassy, mesmerizing look. He mind was lost in his words. Her skin warmed, not from the blanket but from the strong emissions of a heart which only beat for him.
“You will always be my little girl and you will always live with the knowledge that you are a baby inside,” he said, whispering to her at this point. “And Daddy will make you feel little, like the baby you have been your entire life.”
She fidgeted slightly, incapable of remaining still for the butterflies which had begun fluttering in her tummy. He spoke of the greatest desire she had in her fantasies. It was having had her secret yearnings exposed which intoxicated her senses, numbing them and forcing her to accept the overwhelming feeling that submission of self was no longer a conscious decision, but now the reality she dwelled within.
He removed the bottle from her lips, lifting her chin with his fingers and closing her mouth so she would swallow the final mouthful of milk – an instinctive thought which she now needed help piecing together.
Her mouth dropped open again and he placed the nipple of her pacifier to her bottom lip. She took the nipple in and held it tightly as she nursed from it, a soothing need met when she needed it the most.
He peeled back the blanket, revealing her frame.
“You’re a good girl, Princess,” he said sweetly.
Placing his fingertips on her forehead, he lightly drug his fingers across her eyes and lashes, past her nose, over her pacifier and lips, onto her chin, down her neck and to her sternum.
He could feel her heart, beating more strongly and heavily than ever as his hand traveled through her cleavage and his palm rotated, continuing its southward journey.
“And you’re going to continue being a good girl for Daddy,” he said with a voice so calm he made clear the message in a bottle feeding had just begun.
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She remained motionless on his lap, still swaddled loosely with the blanket, but exposed in the front. His hand continued traveling south down her tummy. Her heart rate picked up and she nursed rapidly from her pacifier. Her eyes looked up to him for direction, reassurance, comfort.
He gazed back down at her, prepared to guide her through the abundance of emotions and confusion she was about to experience. He was her Daddy. She was his BabyGirl. And the combination of her Big Girl urges and little girl state of mind was about to join into one, at her Daddy’s command.
“BabyGirl, I don’t want you to be frightened of what is to going to happen. All BabyGirls have Big Girl urges. You’re little inside, but still Big in need. Sometimes that urge has to come out,” he said softly. “And Daddy will be taking that urge out of you. Do you want Daddy to satisfy the ache?”
She nodded slowly, keeping her lost eyes on him. She felt defenseless and she was fervent to release the urge – a need he had planted in her little mind with his touch, with his words and now with a dominant approach so gentle and so inviting, she couldn’t resist him.
His hand wandered down to the waist band of her diaper and his fingers crawled down the surface of her diaper, stopping between her legs. He patted her diapered front.
“What does it mean when Daddy pats your diapered peach?” he asked sweetly.
“Good Girl,” she quickly mumbled out behind her pacifier before returning to nursing it.
“That’s right, BabyGirl?” he said, gazing into her baby brown irises. “It means you’re a good girl. And it also means that Daddy is very, very happy with you. You like making Daddy happy, don’t you?”
She nodded her response slowly. A shortness of breath tightened across her chest. She continued lying motionless, not wanting to do anything wrong. His eyes were mesmerizing with their constant piercing stare. She cowered before his kindness just as she would were she being restrained or pinned down or spanked. But this wasn’t physical, not yet at least. It was mental and she was captivated with where it would take her.
He stopped patting her diapered peach and began rubbing it, gently at first, but then pressing in and adding a roughness.
“And what does it mean when Daddy rubs you?” he asked in the same calm, alluring Daddy tone.
“Big Girl Out,” she said, slowly this time and with an obsession to experience both her Big and little in the lustful grace he was providing.
He unfastened the tapes at her right hip, the sound of each entering her mind and reverberating back from her soul with a yearning for a fantasy which would require a tender touch to her throbbing passion.
“A good girl is the best listener in the world,” he said as he peeled back the side of her diaper. “She quiets her mind and pays attention to the sensations she is feeling.”
His finger glided across the soft skin above her center, teasing her mind and tantalizing her quivering core.
“And if she pays close enough attention, the ache inside her will be satisfied,” he said with a slow delivery.
His fingers slid down the outer lips of her labia as his palm came to rest on her hood. He pressed his hand in slightly, tracing the contour of her moistening core.
“Are you gentle when you play with yourself?” he asked calmly as her seduction began.
She nodded, feeling the ache grow within her. His slow burn was scorching as he continued teasing her soul, parting her outer lips and then closing them. He awaited the lubrication that would arrive when arousal began. And until he felt her swell and wetness, he would continue to unravel her thoughts.
“You are going to cum in your diaper for Daddy,” he said with an even tone to match the even strokes his fingers were pacing.
She wanted so badly to reach down between her legs and force his fingers inside her. Her own thoughts made her twitch before him.
“And you’re going to obey every single things Daddy tells you,” he said with a quick tone. “But not because you fear disobedience. You’ll do it because you crave to obey and because you don’t want to disappoint a Daddy who has never shattered your dreams. And he won’t start now.”
She arched her back, opening her canal and all but begging him to enter her. She heaved her chest, trying to send him every signal of her impulses.
“A good girl doesn’t moan when she cums. She whimpers,” he said as he slid his middle finger inside her. “And you are going to be a good girl, aren’t you?”
Her eyes widened at being entered, not for the simple girth, but for the depth. Being a virgin, her tightness worked to her favor and his intentions.
He added a second finger and began spreading her open. She took in a deep breath of air through her nose, closed her eyes and prepare to verbalize her pleasure.
“Princess?” she heard her Daddy say.
Opening her eyes, she looked back at him and instantly regressed from the message his gaze conveyed to her. And when the littleness returned to her stare, that was when he finally began.
His fingers increased the rate of penetration and her breathing picked up to match him. His palm pressed in on her hood and she swelled with arousal.
“Right here, BabyGirl,” he said quickly, motioning to his eyes. “Don’t look away again.”
Her eyes locked on to him as the fingering began to force her hips to involuntarily rock with his penetration. Her body became alive with sensations. He skin became hot to the touch as her temperature rose, always a clear indication that her orgasm was approaching.
“That’s a good girl. Submit to want your body wants. Be a good girl for Daddy,” his syrupy voice echoed in her ears.
Then the twitches became spasms and her breathing became erratic, always a clear sign that she was trying to control something inside her – be it an emotion or a reaction.
“You’re just a little girl. You can’t help yourself or that want inside you,” he said as her eyes showed her vulnerability. “You have to cum. You need to cum. And only your Daddy can give you permission.”
Her eyes showed the knowledge that she understood – no matter how much she wanted to realize her orgasm, her power of will had been broken and she could no longer cum without his approval.
Her submission now controlled her and she became a slave to a need more fevered with the thought of ecstasy than the action itself was.
“You’re such a good girl. Yes, you are,” he said with his Daddy voice.
Little feelings entered her mind and she whimpered at the inability to cum. Confusion set in as to which way to feel and her whimpers became accompanied with tears. Were she able to speak just then, she would’ve begged for his permission, but instead she succumbed to what he wanted. She rested up against his chest, gazed up at him and awaited his permission or her paralysis – whichever came first.
Her body was primed to release that ache for the Big Girl urge. Her mind swooned in the safety if being little. And neither seemed separate anymore.
“And now you’re being a good girl,” he said softly.
Tears streamed down her cheeks and she shuddered at the sensations rippling through her body and mind.
“Cum for Daddy,” he finally said. “Cum for Daddy like a good girl.”
Her center seized up, tightening her canal around his plunging fingers. Her muscles tightened and then released. And she realized that once control was taken away from her, it was difficult to take it back.
Her mind had unraveled and as her climax arrived, she felt more helpless than ever before. It was intoxicating, fulfilling and gratifying to lie in his arms, unable to control her own body’s orgasm and unwilling to take back control of her own thoughts.
She ballooned down and the afterglow began, washing over her frame and making her dizzy. He gently removed his fingers from inside her peach and held her close to his body as her muscles tightened and released themselves for the next few minutes.
With each spasm and twitch, she smiled a little more broadly behind her pacifier as her mind went into a little headspace which made the experience much more satisfying than just the physical aspect of it.
She looked up at him, realizing where this journey of her senses originated from. Without having physically restrained her at all, he had driven her into a submission a paddle could only scratch the surface of.
He placed his hand on the front of her diaper and told her to wet herself. She parted her thighs slightly and happily obeyed her Daddy.
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“Sugar & Spice” (ABDL Bedtime Stories)
here is a Pinch of the “Spice”:
———————————-
Message In A Bottle Feeding
She lied in his arms and across his lap, a simple BabyGirl with a simple desire of the heart and message to the one person in the world who could hear it:
Just love me like no other.
It was early night time. The soft murmur of the television filled the room. The blue flicker from the screen flashed on the ceiling and walls of the living room, but the distractions hadn’t proven their ability to take her eyes off his face.
She was wrapped in a soft white blanket, swaddled lightly, from her shoulders to her feet. Her neck rested on the center of his left arm and her hair, still drying from her bath, dangled down over the side of the arm of the recliner. Her head rested up against his chest and she gazed up at him with a longing in her vision.
Her arms were relaxed and lied across her tummy. And her fingers ere curled up in her palms. Her legs were bent at the knees and draped comfortably over the other arm of the recliner. Her frame was naked - save for the diaper he dressed her in.
She nursed, peacefully and slowly, on the nipple of her baby bottle, held to her lips by his right hand and tilted upward slightly as she wouldn’t swallow air with the warm milk inside her night time bottle.
There was nowhere she wanted to be than in his arms and in his heart. There was nowhere else she felt more belonging to than in the life.
He was her Daddy, her lover, her partner and in his world, she would always safely abide. He had listened to the message her heart conveyed to the world and more importantly, he was the one who responded and had shown her what unconditional love could truly feel like.
Being his BabyGirl was no longer a role she played or a mindset she had to get into. It was now a natural state of being and the depths of which continued to find ways to make new for her the realization that she now had a lifetime to spend in love. It was dynamic. So was he and so were they.
It felt so wonderful to be heard by someone. And he didn’t listen to her so as to know what action he needed to take next. He listened to her because she had something to say and he wanted to hear it.
But her messages weren’t always spoken. Sometimes, her movements told how she felt and sometimes her eyes expressed the sentiments within her, the emotions she wanted to release and the insecurities she presently dealt with. Her messages of the heart came from her soul and spoke directly to his.
They had a connection far deeper and far more intense than with anyone else and when he said he loved her she knew that he loved her like no other.
Her Big side and her little side, intertwined at this point were still addressed separately by him, but on this quiet evening, that was about and there was message in a bottle feeding from him which her soul was about to receive.
Her body may have been relaxed, but her mind was far more active, racing with an energy which wasn’t conducive to “settling down” for the night. The evening bath began the process of unwinding her. It would lead into her bottle feeding and often a story he would tell her. And by the end of the process, she would be fast asleep in his arms.
It was a wonderful and pleasant way to end each day and one which she looked forward to with all the littleness she possessed. But on this night, her littleness would be introduced to a sensation it hadn’t known before … Urge.
As his BabyGirl, she longed for that feeling of little and that security which wrapped her senses the same way that blanket was wrapping her body – completely and with the intent of keeping all of her safely inside it. She longed to be cherished and regarded as his most prized possession and most proud responsibility.
As his Big Girl, she craved to know that she filled his life within a presence which replaced emptiness, a purpose to provide and a reason to be all he could be. She wanted to feel that she captivated his imagination, his fantasies and his reality. She wanted his hands on her body and his aggression as well.
Tonight, his BabyGirl would meet his Big Girl. And both were her.
“Daddy loves you, Princess,” he said, rocking her back and forth gently as his syrupy-sweet Daddy voice echoed in her ears. “You are such a good little girl. Daddy couldn’t be prouder of you if he tried.”
He patted her diapered bottom through the blanket, an action which when he did it, meant the same as him say You’ve been a good BabyGirl.
“You’ve learned how to release your will and just simply abide as you are,” her Daddy said softly. “And when a BabyGirl has learned to allow herself to submit, it is then that she’s reborn inside.”
Her eyes were filled with a glassy, mesmerizing look. He mind was lost in his words. Her skin warmed, not from the blanket but from the strong emissions of a heart which only beat for him.
“You will always be my little girl and you will always live with the knowledge that you are a baby inside,” he said, whispering to her at this point. “And Daddy will make you feel little, like the baby you have been your entire life.”
She fidgeted slightly, incapable of remaining still for the butterflies which had begun fluttering in her tummy. He spoke of the greatest desire she had in her fantasies. It was having had her secret yearnings exposed which intoxicated her senses, numbing them and forcing her to accept the overwhelming feeling that submission of self was no longer a conscious decision, but now the reality she dwelled within.
He removed the bottle from her lips, lifting her chin with his fingers and closing her mouth so she would swallow the final mouthful of milk – an instinctive thought which she now needed help piecing together.
Her mouth dropped open again and he placed the nipple of her pacifier to her bottom lip. She took the nipple in and held it tightly as she nursed from it, a soothing need met when she needed it the most.
He peeled back the blanket, revealing her frame.
“You’re a good girl, Princess,” he said sweetly.
Placing his fingertips on her forehead, he lightly drug his fingers across her eyes and lashes, past her nose, over her pacifier and lips, onto her chin, down her neck and to her sternum.
He could feel her heart, beating more strongly and heavily than ever as his hand traveled through her cleavage and his palm rotated, continuing its southward journey.
“And you’re going to continue being a good girl for Daddy,” he said with a voice so calm he made clear the message in a bottle feeding had just begun.
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She remained motionless on his lap, still swaddled loosely with the blanket, but exposed in the front. His hand continued traveling south down her tummy. Her heart rate picked up and she nursed rapidly from her pacifier. Her eyes looked up to him for direction, reassurance, comfort.
He gazed back down at her, prepared to guide her through the abundance of emotions and confusion she was about to experience. He was her Daddy. She was his BabyGirl. And the combination of her Big Girl urges and little girl state of mind was about to join into one, at her Daddy’s command.
“BabyGirl, I don’t want you to be frightened of what is to going to happen. All BabyGirls have Big Girl urges. You’re little inside, but still Big in need. Sometimes that urge has to come out,” he said softly. “And Daddy will be taking that urge out of you. Do you want Daddy to satisfy the ache?”
She nodded slowly, keeping her lost eyes on him. She felt defenseless and she was fervent to release the urge – a need he had planted in her little mind with his touch, with his words and now with a dominant approach so gentle and so inviting, she couldn’t resist him.
His hand wandered down to the waist band of her diaper and his fingers crawled down the surface of her diaper, stopping between her legs. He patted her diapered front.
“What does it mean when Daddy pats your diapered peach?” he asked sweetly.
“Good Girl,” she quickly mumbled out behind her pacifier before returning to nursing it.
“That’s right, BabyGirl?” he said, gazing into her baby brown irises. “It means you’re a good girl. And it also means that Daddy is very, very happy with you. You like making Daddy happy, don’t you?”
She nodded her response slowly. A shortness of breath tightened across her chest. She continued lying motionless, not wanting to do anything wrong. His eyes were mesmerizing with their constant piercing stare. She cowered before his kindness just as she would were she being restrained or pinned down or spanked. But this wasn’t physical, not yet at least. It was mental and she was captivated with where it would take her.
He stopped patting her diapered peach and began rubbing it, gently at first, but then pressing in and adding a roughness.
“And what does it mean when Daddy rubs you?” he asked in the same calm, alluring Daddy tone.
“Big Girl Out,” she said, slowly this time and with an obsession to experience both her Big and little in the lustful grace he was providing.
He unfastened the tapes at her right hip, the sound of each entering her mind and reverberating back from her soul with a yearning for a fantasy which would require a tender touch to her throbbing passion.
“A good girl is the best listener in the world,” he said as he peeled back the side of her diaper. “She quiets her mind and pays attention to the sensations she is feeling.”
His finger glided across the soft skin above her center, teasing her mind and tantalizing her quivering core.
“And if she pays close enough attention, the ache inside her will be satisfied,” he said with a slow delivery.
His fingers slid down the outer lips of her labia as his palm came to rest on her hood. He pressed his hand in slightly, tracing the contour of her moistening core.
“Are you gentle when you play with yourself?” he asked calmly as her seduction began.
She nodded, feeling the ache grow within her. His slow burn was scorching as he continued teasing her soul, parting her outer lips and then closing them. He awaited the lubrication that would arrive when arousal began. And until he felt her swell and wetness, he would continue to unravel her thoughts.
“You are going to cum in your diaper for Daddy,” he said with an even tone to match the even strokes his fingers were pacing.
She wanted so badly to reach down between her legs and force his fingers inside her. Her own thoughts made her twitch before him.
“And you’re going to obey every single things Daddy tells you,” he said with a quick tone. “But not because you fear disobedience. You’ll do it because you crave to obey and because you don’t want to disappoint a Daddy who has never shattered your dreams. And he won’t start now.”
She arched her back, opening her canal and all but begging him to enter her. She heaved her chest, trying to send him every signal of her impulses.
“A good girl doesn’t moan when she cums. She whimpers,” he said as he slid his middle finger inside her. “And you are going to be a good girl, aren’t you?”
Her eyes widened at being entered, not for the simple girth, but for the depth. Being a virgin, her tightness worked to her favor and his intentions.
He added a second finger and began spreading her open. She took in a deep breath of air through her nose, closed her eyes and prepare to verbalize her pleasure.
“Princess?” she heard her Daddy say.
Opening her eyes, she looked back at him and instantly regressed from the message his gaze conveyed to her. And when the littleness returned to her stare, that was when he finally began.
His fingers increased the rate of penetration and her breathing picked up to match him. His palm pressed in on her hood and she swelled with arousal.
“Right here, BabyGirl,” he said quickly, motioning to his eyes. “Don’t look away again.”
Her eyes locked on to him as the fingering began to force her hips to involuntarily rock with his penetration. Her body became alive with sensations. He skin became hot to the touch as her temperature rose, always a clear indication that her orgasm was approaching.
“That’s a good girl. Submit to want your body wants. Be a good girl for Daddy,” his syrupy voice echoed in her ears.
Then the twitches became spasms and her breathing became erratic, always a clear sign that she was trying to control something inside her – be it an emotion or a reaction.
“You’re just a little girl. You can’t help yourself or that want inside you,” he said as her eyes showed her vulnerability. “You have to cum. You need to cum. And only your Daddy can give you permission.”
Her eyes showed the knowledge that she understood – no matter how much she wanted to realize her orgasm, her power of will had been broken and she could no longer cum without his approval.
Her submission now controlled her and she became a slave to a need more fevered with the thought of ecstasy than the action itself was.
“You’re such a good girl. Yes, you are,” he said with his Daddy voice.
Little feelings entered her mind and she whimpered at the inability to cum. Confusion set in as to which way to feel and her whimpers became accompanied with tears. Were she able to speak just then, she would’ve begged for his permission, but instead she succumbed to what he wanted. She rested up against his chest, gazed up at him and awaited his permission or her paralysis – whichever came first.
Her body was primed to release that ache for the Big Girl urge. Her mind swooned in the safety if being little. And neither seemed separate anymore.
“And now you’re being a good girl,” he said softly.
Tears streamed down her cheeks and she shuddered at the sensations rippling through her body and mind.
“Cum for Daddy,” he finally said. “Cum for Daddy like a good girl.”
Her center seized up, tightening her canal around his plunging fingers. Her muscles tightened and then released. And she realized that once control was taken away from her, it was difficult to take it back.
Her mind had unraveled and as her climax arrived, she felt more helpless than ever before. It was intoxicating, fulfilling and gratifying to lie in his arms, unable to control her own body’s orgasm and unwilling to take back control of her own thoughts.
She ballooned down and the afterglow began, washing over her frame and making her dizzy. He gently removed his fingers from inside her peach and held her close to his body as her muscles tightened and released themselves for the next few minutes.
With each spasm and twitch, she smiled a little more broadly behind her pacifier as her mind went into a little headspace which made the experience much more satisfying than just the physical aspect of it.
She looked up at him, realizing where this journey of her senses originated from. Without having physically restrained her at all, he had driven her into a submission a paddle could only scratch the surface of.
He placed his hand on the front of her diaper and told her to wet herself. She parted her thighs slightly and happily obeyed her Daddy.
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