Page 9 of Daddy's Thirsty Little Doll
Michael wrapped his arms around me and started rocking us back and forth. “It’s more than okay, baby doll. The world makes us think that it isn’t. But I promise you, there is nothing wrong with liking things that bring us comfort or joy. As long as it takes place between consenting adults and doesn't harm anyone, you can do and play with whatever you want.”
I’d spent so long denying myself simple things, all because society made me feel like it was wrong. I was tired of being in control and making every single decision. I’d never dreamed a relationship like that was possible, and it made my heart ache with want.
“You keep calling me baby doll… which I love. But, uh, does that mean you’d, umm… Can I… I want to try being your little doll. If you want me to.”
“Emery, the moment I saw you, I wanted to scoop you into my arms and make you my doll, and just because you're staying with me doesn't mean we have to do anything. You can tell me no anytime, and we'll stop and talk about it… understand?”
I nodded furiously, not sure what to say. My mind and body were reeling. I felt as if I’d been set free, but at the same time, I was so overwhelmed that my desires felt like an ocean wave that would pull me under. I was so tired of treading the water alone and still just barely being able to keep my nose above the waves. Michael said he wanted to care for his doll and guide him. While the idea of giving myself over to him after relying on myself for so long was absolutely terrifying, it also felt like everything I’d ever dreamed of and thought I’d never have.
My hands shook slightly as I placed them on his chest and fisted his T-shirt. I looked into his eyes. They were filled with warmth and affection, and it seeped into me like a warm blanket, giving me the strength to form words.
“So you’d be my… Daddy? And you’d take care of me and help me? I mean, I don't need help, but I’m so tired and overwhelmed, and it constantly feels like my brain is full of buzzing bees, but with you, it's… quiet.”
“I’m so glad, baby doll. My favorite part of being a Daddy is giving my boy peace and a safe place to be himself. I want to give you those things and much more.” He cupped the sides of my face in his big hands and kissed my forehead and cheeks. “How would you feel about me showing you the rest of the room? And if you're feeling up to it, I can dress you in some pretty clothes and feed you dinner before we get ready for bed.”
My words were choked as I fought back tears. “Please… I know we just met, but you make me feel so safe, and I’m ready to let go.”
“Then let go, precious. I'm right here to catch you.”
8
MICHAEL
My sweet boy was like putty in my arms. He was so tired mentally and physically, and I felt honored that he was willing to give me control so that I could help him relax. Emery was a strong, capable adult who spent his days taking care of others, and he desperately needed someone to do the same for him. I wanted to be that someone for as long as he'd let me.
That was Emery's first time being Little, and before overwhelming him with everything, I wanted to help get him into the right mindset. With my hands still cupping his face, I took my time planting kisses all over his face. I kept my touch light and soft. It must have tickled because Emery started giggling while wiggling on my lap.
“You don't have to think about or do anything. You’re too precious to even lift a finger. Daddy's gonna take care of everything. No more icky big thoughts allowed for my cute little doll.”
Emery’s mouth parted in a silent gasp, his wiggles became more intense, and his eyes started to look glassy. He was perfect. Hegave himself over to my control effortlessly, and I couldn't wait to see how far into Little space I could get him.
“Come on, precious, let's go get you ready.” Emery started to move, and I quickly stopped him by wrapping my arms around his waist. “Nuh-uh, baby doll, you just relax against me, I've got you. You’ve been working so hard, and I'm so proud of you, but Daddy's got it from here.”
Emery sighed in relief and nuzzled his face into my chest. Standing up, I maneuvered him so he was on my hip. Emery was a tiny little thing, and he fit against my tall and thick frame like he was made just for me. His eyes sparkled as he looked up at me with wonder, like he couldn't believe I could carry him, but then he quickly buried his face into my neck, making me chuckle.
With Emery still on my hip, I cupped his ass with one hand so I could use the other to grab some clothes. I sorted through the closet and settled on a soft pink sweater with a teddy bear on the front. Bringing Emery over to the changing table, I sat him down on top of it. My sweet boy kept his hands tangled in my shirt and let out a soft whine as I tried to back away.
“Shhh, precious baby, it's okay. I'm just going over to the dresser to grab the rest of your outfit. I'll be right back.”
Emery pouted as he let go of my shirt. The dresser was right next to the changing table, so I didn't have to go far. Rummaging through the drawers, I grabbed a pleated white mini-skirt and a pair of pink thigh-high stockings that had bows on the hem. Normally, I would go straight for a diaper, but Emery was still so new to this, I didn't want to risk overwhelming him or make him feel like he didn't have a choice, so I picked a pair of pink training undies and a diaper just in case.
I placed the clothes next to Emery and held up the undies and diaper. “There are two options you can choose from: either these pretty panties and Daddy will help you go potty when you need to, or you can choose the diaper and Daddy will be more than happy to change you and get you all cleaned up. And even if you choose the diaper and decide later that you'd rather use the potty, that's fine too.”
Emery's gaze flitted between the two options. He reached a shaky hand up to the diaper and caressed the cotton between his fingertips. His eyes were full of desire and a touch of hesitation, so I added, “There is no wrong choice. I wouldn’t offer if it weren't something I also wanted, and anything that makes you feel safe and cared for, I want to give that to you.”
He nodded his head, and his eyes were full of determination and want when he pulled the diaper from my hand and clutched it to his chest.
“You sure this is what you want, baby doll?” He wiggled in place as he nodded, and it made my heart soar with pride. Normally, the lack of words would’ve had me concerned, but Emery just looked so peaceful and content, and given that his job involved a lot of talking, it didn't surprise me that he'd barely spoken since we started. As long as he was able to communicate with some words or gestures when needed, I was perfectly fine with him staying quiet if that was what he needed.
“Before I get you changed, do you need to go potty?” His gorgeous dark curls bounced around his rosy cheeks when he nodded. “Okay, baby doll, let's get you to the potty.” He kept the diaper clutched to his chest with one hand and threw the other around my neck as I picked him up and carried him to the bathroom.
I carefully placed him in front of the toilet and pushed the waistband of his skirt and panties down, exposing his cock. Standing behind him, I grabbed his dick, which was quickly hardening in my palm, and aimed into the bowl. Emery squirmed in my arms and whined in frustration. “I know, you're doing so well for me. Your cute little cock wants to get hard, but I need you to be good and go potty for me.”
He let out a soft whimper and then started to release into the toilet. He’d nursed on and off through the whole movie and then got distracted with the playroom, so my poor boy was full. After he was done, he let out a huge sigh of relief, and I shook him off and tucked him back into his skirt.
I made quick work of washing our hands, carried him back into the playroom, and placed him in front of the changing table. “Let's get these clothes off you.”
Bending down, I placed Emery's hands on my shoulders and asked him to lift his feet as I removed his socks, which were almost identical to the ones I had chosen for him. He couldn't be more perfect. I removed his skirt and panties and couldn't help licking my lips when his cute pink cock started to plump under my attention. But that would have to wait. I swallowed hard and stood up so I could remove his shirt.
