Belittled

Stephanie woke up and couldn't move. It wasn't long before she realized she was tied down. Three large leather straps ran across her chest, belly and rosehip and pushed her Down into the mattress. Her limb and legs were free to move about. She pried on the leather shoulder strap but she couldn't find a buckle anywhere. What was going on ? Where was she ?

It was dark, she could barely see a thing. The silhouette of BAR surrounding her. Was she in a coop, but why tie her down if she was already caged, that seemed a bit excessive. She stared into the darkness. It wasn't a cage. fiddling plushies were dangling over her. It was as if she was in some variety of cot with a dangling mobile. She pulled on the leather straps once to a greater extent, she pushed her hips up, she kicked her legs high up in the air, but all in vain.

She screamed in frustration. Around her just secrecy. secretiveness and darkness. She took a few cryptical breaths and tried to chill out herself, she needed to think rational. How did she end up here ? She searched her memories. The last matter she remembered was after work walking plate from the bus stop to her flat construction. Did she ever make it home ? No, there was this stranger, wasn't there ? He tried to sing to her, he was better-looking and kind at first, but quickly he became creepy and pushy, insisting they would go out for a boozing right then and there. She had rejected him and he had pushed a smelly cloth into her facial expression. She remembered the stench, the lightheaded feeling. She got goosebumps. Did that mean she was kidnapped ? It felt surreal. Why on earth would anyone want to abduct her ?

She wasn't robust or famous, she wasn't powerful or political. Ever since she'd finished college she was stuck in this stupid Barista job, almost thirty she was, she thought she would've achieved more by now, but she didn't even have a boyfriend. Not pretty decent maybe. She was a petite girl, barely 5 ft 2, and her breast were lilliputian, her brass full of freckles and she had form of diskette ears. She worked out a lot though to stay in shape, and she liked her whisker, she did have courteous blond curls.

But still, no one would kidnap her for just her tomentum. It just didn't make sense. She struggled in her bounds for a piece. After a few transactions she was sweating and panting, but the strap hadn't moved an inch. She cussed and banged her hand against the ginmill. She screamed for help until her phonation got husky and her pharynx suffering.

After a while the darkness faded away, it became break of the day, some faint light shined through the drape and Stephanie could finally see the room she was in. It was a glasshouse, but everything was adult size, the cot she was in, the high chairman, the wearing apparel in the wardrobe, frivolous silk dresses and velvet footsies. There were toys on the ground and there was a changing post with stacks and stacks of diapers.

Stephanie was still dressed in her own clothes. She looked down at her dungaree and faded t-shirt.

The door swung upon. A explosion of light. A silhouette entering her room. ‘ How's my little girl ?'A male person voice asked.

Stephanie blinked against the bright visible light until she could see the man. He was marvellous. Way older than her. He must be in his fifty dollar bill maybe. His typeface was tranquilize and well-disposed. He leaned into the cot and winked at Stephanie. His hand reaching into the cot and patting her belly.

‘ You're awake I see. Did you sleep well sweety ?'

Bewildered Stephanie stared up into the valet de chambre face. ‘ No ?'she said hesitantly. She pushed his arm away and started struggling and squirming in another futile attempt to get away the bounds.

‘ No ? Didn't you sleep well ? dada is sad to get wind that sweety. dada likes his little girls to be happy and well rested in the morning.'

‘ You're not my Daddy.'She said.

‘ Yes I am.'He said. ‘ Or at to the lowest degree I will be soon.'

‘ No your not.'Stephanie yelled. She kicked her legs through the air, but she couldn't reach him. He just smiled at her, then his brass disappeared. She heard rumbling and moving around in her way but she couldn't see what he was doing.

‘ Let me go.'She said. ‘ Untie me right this instant.'When he didn't react to her dictation she started pleading and begging, but he still didn't pay her any attention, she just heard some clinking and rustling. ‘ What are you doing there ?'She asked. ‘ What are you going to do to me ?'

Now his face appeared again, he was looming over her cot and showing her a baby's feeding bottle of milk. ‘ I'm just spiking your Milk with some muscle relaxer and some psychoactive drug that will help you obey me, you think I need to add some oecumenical sedatives as well ?'He clacked his tongue. ‘ Yeah, maybe I need to do that, you're quite worked up already, aren't you ? We need you to be overnice and tranquillise, nice and calmness is better. Be right back.'

She heard some more clinking and banging interference.

‘ You're going to drug me ?'She said. ‘ But why ?'

He was shaking the feeding bottle fervently as he appeared above her cot again. ‘ So you'll learn to be daddy's little girl and you'll learn to be a honorable, obedient, subservient young lady.'

‘ But ... but ...'she muttered confused, not trusted what else to do or say. He reached the feeding bottle into the cot and bumped the nipple into her mouth. She screamed. She screamed at the top of her lungs and try to advertise the bottle away, with her custody. She hit him and kicked her legs, and then she screamed some more.

‘ Dear, oh honey,'he said bemused. He was stronger than her, he just pushed her swaying arms to the side and thrust the mammilla into her mouth. A drizzle of milk seeped over her knife into her throat. She tried to ptyalise it out, but lying on her back it just kept on dripping into her oesophagus and she had to eat up or else she would've choked on it.

She tried to push the nipple away with her clapper, and tried to turn her head away from the bottle. But he kept on force play feeding her. A blurry warmness in her tummy, it was there, suddenly she noticed. A tingling touch sensation that spread through her limbs, her coat of arms and legs feeling warm and heavy all of a sudden. She felt quite good actually. sort of like being tipsy or wino, only way calmer.

‘ That's my girl.'The man said. ‘ That's my small baby girl. Yeah, you're starting to feel the effects of the milk, aren't you. Good girl, maintain on drinking sweety.'He reached into the cot and caressed her os frontale and her cheek while she was suckling on the bottle. ‘ Such a good, girl.'He said again. His interpreter was quite assuasive and comforting actually.

She had trouble moving her arms, they were too lowering, they didn't respond the way she wanted them to. She seemed to sink away promote and further into the mattress. A serene calm, her view were numb and fuzzy. Slipping away from her quickly, she couldn't think anymore. She just laid there in the cot, obeying him, drinking the milk like he told her to.

‘ All finished,'he said, showing her the void bottle. H e fidgeted somewhat with the bars and the position of the cot swung open. He sat himself down next to her, he stroke her breasts. He had large mitt, but yet his fingers moved very very tenderly. Caressing her. A tingling floaty flavor in her stomach, her mind dazed and dizzy spinning around. Her boob became more than and more sensitive and every little touch of him released a new salvo of tingles in her her venter as well as in between her legs. She breathed heavily, panting almost, closing her middle in pleasance.

His hand wandered further down, he stroke her second joint, approaching her crotch ever so slowly. She was trembling with anticipation, then he pushed his fingers against her crotch, she wished she wasn't wearing jeans anymore. She rocked her hips and rubbed her pussycat against his fingers.

‘ commodity girl.'He said cooing. ‘ That a pappa's sweet little young lady. Yeah. You're my little sweety. Yes.'He gave her a well-disposed nod as he kept on probing around in between her legs.

Stephanie vaguely remembered something wasn't right hand, but she didn't know what. Her mind was so hazy, her thinking numb and tranquil. There was a calm comforting euphoria flushing through her body.

‘ See, obeying daddy feels salutary, doesn't it ?'he said.

She nodded.

‘ Say, yes daddy.'

‘ Yes Daddy,'she mumbled, her sass and back talk felt weird, strangely detached, she could only barely mutter those words.

‘ goodness girl. Listen closely to me. take heed closely to my words. You will drop down cryptical and profoundly into this hypnotic enchantment, it will completely overtake you, my voice will overpower you, my row will completely overtake your mind and body. You just want to deliver to my words, fall to my will. Surrender and obey. The more you obey the cryptic you fall and the deeply you fall the More you want to obey. From now on you're my fiddling girlfriend, you're my wanted little baby, a completely incapacitated baby that needs her daddy to take in care of her. You'll need daddy to change your nappy, you'll need daddy to tip you your milk with all the exceptional medicine that will help you become an even better slight girlfriend for pappa, you'll need pop to founder you your bathtub, you'll need daddy to bear upon you're pussy, you'll need papa's approval to orgasm.'

His voice was rhythmic and mesmerizing, it tickled in between her legs, a warmth, it grew intenser and intenser, it build up, higher and higher, she wanted to let go, she wanted dismissal. She didn't register any freestanding words or sentences anymore. It was just a fuzz, a hypnotic fog. daddy talked her into an climax, she was dangling on the sharpness, quick to go, all she needed was just his permission. Then he finally ordered her to have an orgasm, she wanted to obey so badly, her body rocking and trembling with stimulation, it washed over her, wave after wave. He kept on talking to her, pulling her into that mesmerizing daze even further. Bewitching her mind, taking over her mind. She didn't have it off how long he kept on talking to her, she didn't know what he said, she could barely remember anything, she just remembered him counting to three as she opened her eyes.

She was still lying in the cot. pa sat next to her on the mattress and patted her tummy. It was as if he had just woken her up that morning, no store from before this moment, she must have been asleep, she must have got been dreaming.

A vague uneasiness. Something was up, something was wrong, but she couldn't remember what.

‘ Did you sleep well, sweetheart ?'pop asked.

She nodded. ‘ Yes Daddy,'she said. Her interpreter sounded unlike, high, jr.. She tried to rub her eyes but her sinew were weakly and uncontrolled, it was as if she had the motor skills of a tot. Confused she looked at pop. He would bonk, he would explain, wouldn't he ?

He just smiled at her. Then he reached under the bed and loosened the leather shoulder strap, the pressure around her torso was gone and for a moment it felt like she was floating. She tried to roll over, but with one mitt daddy could keep back her in place. Was he so secure or was she so weak ?

‘ springiness Daddy a kiss.'He said. He bend over her and pushed his back talk against hers, his beard chafed her pelt, his sass were piano and wet, and he smelled nice, fresh and musky at the same time.

‘ Let's uncase you.'Daddy said. He helped her sit op straightaway, she swayed back and Forth and he had to balance her against his berm while he pulled the T-shirt over her head, then he unhooked her bra and threw it out. careful and tenderly he laid her back into the bed. He stared at her breast. His fingerbreadth stroking over her pelt as if he was admiring her, the tip of his fingerbreadth ran over her collarbone down onto her breast, swirling around and around, slowly closing in on the teat.

He briefly put his finger's breadth into his mouth and licked it, then he spread his spittle all over her nipple by rubbing his finger up and down over the nodule. He blew, a sang-froid breeze, her teat firming up.

‘ Beautiful.'He mumbled. ‘ You're a beautiful babygirl, you know that ?'

Her torso filling up with giddy notion, rousing and horniness but also a mix between shyness en pridefulness. She smiled at Daddy.

‘ Yes, you are.'He said again. Now he unzipped her jean and slipped it of her rosehip, hooking his finger behind her panties and slipping them down as well, all in just one movement. He pushed his finger's breadth against her pussy, then slipped it inside.

A surprisingly warm and wide-cut tone, she felt his finger moving slipping in and out of her massaging her on the interior it seemed. He pushed her legs wider, her articulatio genus to the English, so he could enter her pussy more easily.

‘ That's a good girl.'He said. ‘ That tone full now, doesn't it ? It feels honorable to be papa's fiddling baby dame. It feels good to be Daddy's little fuck toy, doesn't it ?'

‘ Yes, Daddy,'she said panting and confused by all the feelings that rushed through her body. She felt magical but at the same time she was ashamed and powerless.

‘ Good girl.'he said. He crawled on top of her. A heavy fond system of weights on top of her. With his knee he pushed her legs encourage apart and he positioned himself so that his seawall would tinge her crotch. Slowly moving back and forth. His pants rubbing against her skin. Arousal tingling all through her trunk.

‘ So if you're Daddy's little fuck toy, daddy can do with you as he pleases, can't he ? Daddy is allowed to do anything he want with you, isn't he ?'

‘ Yes dada,'she muttered. He gave her a little kiss on her impertinence, moving towards her ear and nibbling on her lobe for a piece, she quivered and couldn't repress a little moan. Daddy now hovered over her expression, moving in, he kissed her. His brim opened slightly and his tongue prodded into her sass. daddy was panting as well. Still rubbing his crotch against hers.

He unbuttoned his trousers and took them off. She saw his gumshoe. It's was of an average duration but the girth scared her. It was so all-inclusive, just so duncical. It wouldn't fit. He licked his fingerbreadth and rubbed the spit over his dick, the purple shiny school principal, a blue mineral vein twist and curling around the shaft. She wanted to experience him inside badly, she could reckon him filling her up. She tilted her hips.

‘ Daddy.'She said. ‘ pappa, please.'

‘ Are you begging for my cock sweety ? You want it that badly, don't you ? Yes you do.'

‘ Yes Daddy.'She said.

He pushed the head against the opening of her vulva, a little pressure. He was looming over her, watching her beg, her plea, her squirming.

A sly smile on his side. Ever so slowly he penetrated her, inch by inch his hawkshaw slid inside of her. She was going crazy with delight, with foreplay, with a signified of purpose, she was his sleep with toy, she was suppose to be fucked, this was her place in live. It just made sense.

‘ You alright sweety ?'He asked. ‘ Am I hurting you ?'

She shook her head. ‘ Only a niggling, Daddy,'she mumbled. ‘ But I don't mind.'

‘ You don't, do you ? get you're pop's piddling fuck toy.'He was now completely inside her. He started to thrust. Slowly at first but quickly picking up speed. His eyes conclusion, his lip slightly parted, panting, pushing his pelvis against hers. She was swept up in all the virtuoso, confusing pleasures. She stopped resisting, she just leaned into it, let it wash all over her.

He was grabbing onto her, pushing his nails into her shoulder joint, trembling all over. She felt his shaft pulsating, her pussy pounding.

‘ Cum for pa,'his representative stuttering, stumbling. Over and over again. ‘ Cum for Daddy. Cum like a good young lady. Go one. You're permitted to.'It was like an plosion of impression, rushing through her organic structure, intoxicating her. Her organic structure kept on rocking, trembling. Every metre he told her to let an climax a new moving ridge outburst through her loins.

In the end she and Daddy were a sweaty heap of branch, hers still heavy and uncoordinated, his lazy and languid on top of her. He stroke her gently. After a while he got up. He picked her up from the mattress and put her on the changing place.

‘ What's happening now ?'she asked.

‘ Sshhh,'Daddy said. ‘ It feels adept to be dad's slight girl, doesn't it ? You'll want to be Daddy's girlfriend forever don't you ? But then you have to be dressed like pa's fiddling missy as well.'He got a wet wipe and cleaned her in between her legs. The wipe coldness against her skin, but his digit moving around down there were nice. He sprinkled a petty baby powder onto her crotch, then he swaddled her rose hip and diapered her.

He got a yellow velvet footsie out of the wardrobe, he put one foot in start then the former, he had to lift her up slightly so he could slide her coat of arms in, then he buttoned her up. He patted her bay window. He picked her up and helped her to sit up straight, then he brushed her hair. Loving throw. He made two lilliputian ponytails and put matching scandalmongering bows in them.

‘ Look who's a pretty little girl,'he said.

‘ Me dada ?'She asked.

He smiled at her and nodded. Then he glanced at his watch. ‘ In a while the medicinal drug I gave you will tire off.'He said. ‘ But you don't want them to bust off, do you ? You want to be my baby girl forever, don't you ? You want to feature load and loads more of all those courteous feelings you get when you're my baby girl, don't you, sweety ?'

‘ Yes Daddy,'she said nodding, not really sure what he was saying exactly.

He told her to mount up in the high professorship and then he secured her in the harness. He pushed the table tray into her stomach so she couldn't get out anymore. Then he walked to a chest of drawers, he prepped her a bottleful of milk and she saw him drop all variety of medication in. While he was shaking the nursing bottle he came back to the high chairman. He set the feeding bottle on the tray in front of her.

‘ If you want to be daddy's niggling young lady you have to pledge your bottleful, you will be trained and brainwashed daily until even the tiniest shaving of your grownup mind is gone, only the obedient, only the subservient, only daddy's slight sleep with toy can stay. You'll be drugged, hypnotized, used, punished and corrected until you're my perfect niggling young woman. That's what you want, don't you, to be my complete little girl ?'

‘ Yes pa,'she said.

‘ Well then be a good miss and drink you milk.'He said.

She picked up the bottle herself and put the nipple in her sass. It felt strangely familiar, somewhat comforting even. She suckled and the Milk River seeped into her throat. For a moment she hesitated. It wasn't right field. Something wasn't right wing. Wasn't she suppose to be at work or something ? How did she end up here with daddy ? Wasn't she kidnapped ? But as she drank the milk Thomas More and more of those thoughts faded away into oblivion, not a single thought remained. A warm fuzzy feeling, tingling, warm and weighty. Dazed and drugged. A surrendering touch sensation. The only thing she wanted to do is listen to dada. Obey Daddy. She looked at him questioningly.

‘ Good girl.'He said. ‘ Gulp it all down.'

As she tilted the bottle and poured even more of the milk into her mouthpiece, he patted her on her headway.

‘ That's my babe. ’