Stolen

Meet Sam and Lilah, a Daddy-n-BabyGirl couple with a happy future ahead.  They couldn’t have been more perfectly matched for each other.  So when Lilah turns up missing, Sam goes on a rampage to find her – believing her to have been abducted by another Daddy-type with wandering eyes and cruel intentions.

This story is a test of human strength, not physically but emotionally.  It is iron-clad proof of the bond that exists between a Daddy and BabyGirl … and what happens when that bond is forcefully broken.

Stolen is a dark age play tale.  And it has themes in it that could be bad triggers for some readers, from abduction to harsh torture to bondage to sexual interactions.  Rest assured that this is not a pure-n-innocent ABDL story.

If you like dark BDSM tales with that seasoning of ABDL, Stolen is right up your alley.

Samples:
Diablo’s Selection
The Bad Girl Lesson
The Good Girl Lesson

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………………….. The ABDL Twisted Books

The ABDL MedFet Book   The ABDL MedFet Book 2   The ABDL MedFet Book 3   The ABDL MedFet Book 4   The ABDL MedFet Book 5  
   MF 1         MF 2        MF 3        MF 4        MF 5         MF 6

The ABDL Nympho Book 1   The ABDL Nympho Book 2   The ABDL Nympho Book 3       The ABDL Horror Book
Nym 1       Nym 2      Nym 3      Dead      Dead 2    Horror

 The ABDL Pet Play Book   The Voice   Tales With A Twist    
  Pet Play     Voice       Twist       3some      Stolen

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The Dark Age Play Series

Down Home

I don’t remember what site I found this set on, but I was drawn to it right away because the girl reminded me of someone I met quite a few years ago.

The person she reminds me of was someone I met back in grade school.  But in these pictures, the adult female you see is what I believe that grade school girl to look like nowadays.

   

There’s an appeal that is very grass roots in nature, depicting what an average day might look like.  In the greatest of fantasies, the BabyGirl is always in pigtails, nursing on a pacifier while spinning in a circle in the cutest little babydoll dress imaginable.

I’ll be the first to stand up and say: “There is nothing wrong with that fantasy!” It’s just that most people don’t do that every single moment of every single day.

            

I have always been a firm believer in that you can’t miss something if it doesn’t go away from time to time.  This always begs the question: What if you don’t want it to go away?

Well, fantasy is wonderful.  But wouldn’t it make things even sweeter to find a balance where the dynamic is always a part of your life, even at moments when the babydoll dresses and pigtails and everything else aren’t a part of it?

                 

It’s about balance, blending fantasy and reality together.  For every person in this world, finding balance is something that requires an individual recipe.

These pictures depict what my recipe is.  Oh yes, she’ll be dolled up when she wants to be.  But there will be plenty of times in life when that isn’t possible.  But nothing needs to come to a halt, if there is a moderation that can be consistent.

These pictures show a down-to-Earth approach.  One that is down home in quality.

 

There’s nothing quite like hearing your BabyGirl in the next room as she moves about, crinkling up a storm with no way to control the noise.  There’s also nothing quite as adorable as catching her in a candid moment, when her hair is down but her diapered bottom is up.

Call it BabyGirl Casual, if you please.  But to this day, this set of pictures has always spoken volumes about what it just might be like on a day when there are no plans and no expectations to live up to.

25 “Unforgettable Sets”
The Pictures Stories

The Good Girl Lesson

Taken from the Dark Age Play Thriller:

Stolen

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here’s a little story about what good girls receive.

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(Start with The Bad Girl Lesson)

The Good Girl Lesson –

The door opened with the sound of rusty hinges squeaking, startling Lilah out of her sleep.  She was numb all over, a much-welcomed condition as it eliminated the pain of her bruises.  But at the same time, her awakening reminded her of how cold she was.  Her mouth and cheeks were covered with the dried remains of wet cat food, an indication to her that she had been left in that icy cold room for a few hours.  How long she had no idea.  But her bruises felt like they had at least begun to heal, in the sense that the surfaces of her skin that felt wet where bruised earlier now felt dry.  She wasn’t even aware it was dawn, not just for still being blindfolded but also for having been in that basement-like area for quite a while – completely deprived of sunlight.

Lifting her head slightly, she struggled to get up onto her knees – her wrists still cuffed behind her back.  But before she could ever kneel up, she felt a hand between her shoulder blades – pushing her back down on the dirt floor and taking her partial-kneel out from underneath her as she went flat onto her stomach.  That hand held her down as she felt a needle piercing the raw skin of her right bottom cheek, a sedating shot of something easing her instincts to fight back by depriving her of the motor skills to do so.  She had no idea what to expect next from him.  If it was anything like the lesson-teaching discipline she had received a few hours ago, it might well have been her complete undoing.

But as she would soon find out, the polar opposite of her fears was what was about to happen, a dramatic about-face shift that would scramble her mind-n-senses once more and give her a reason to comply in a manner she never would have contemplated.

The game of sensations and emotions was on.

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The New Storybook Experience

While driving home from TeddyCon on Monday, I thought back on the week that had been – on the 8 days that made up the TeddyCon 2019 experience for me … from storage to load in to set up to convention to tear down to storage return.  And the first thought that came to mind was one of the last things to happen.

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The Bad Girl Lesson

Taken from the Dark Age Play Thriller:

Stolen

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here’s a little story about what bad girls need to learn.

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The Bad Girl Lesson –

Lilah shivered from the chill in the air, whimpering quietly into her gag and weeping slightly, her voice echoing all around.  Her new location was in an area much more spacious than that tiny chilly room where she awoke a little while ago.  But for how spacious this new location was when compared to that tiny room earlier, she wasn’t able to roam around at all.  The roominess was lost to the fact that she currently found herself in what she believed to be a dog cage.

She had no way of being certain it was a dog cage as she was still blindfolded.  Her wrists, no longer tied with ropes, were now adorned with cuffs and attached to the bottom of the cage.  Similarly, her ankles, no longer duct taped together, were now in ankle cuffs and also attached to the bottom of the cage.  This put her on her hands and knees.  What kept her in that position was the additive of a dog collar – put tightly around her neck and attached to the top of the cage.  She couldn’t lay down or slouch or move much at all.  And with the ball gag still filling her mouth, she wouldn’t be alerting anyone of her predicament any time soon.  In a tattered and cut silk camisole and a now heavily soiled diaper, Lilah shivered – thirsty, hungry and trying her best to keep her wits about her.  How she wound up there was just as disturbing as this entire ordeal had been.  It was one long nightmare with no conclusion.

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Element

This set came from adultbabysource, a most wonderful ABDL picture and video site that is still running to this day:  adultbabysource.com.

I think this girl’s name was Melanie.  She has a whole slew of photo sets.  I always thought of her as “melody” and there’s a reason why.

All of her photo sets show her in her element.  She has gone back to basics, to fundamental things.  And she is living vicariously through each of them, free from and absent of all other concerns.

She is overcome with a swell of happiness on the inside – so much so that it is showing through in her smiles, in the expressions on her face and how she carries herself.  That’s a blissfulness that doesn’t have to spoken in order to be noticed.

Having the right things taken care of for her at the right time.  This is a very key thing to consider.

Yes, she has a lifetime of pigtails & Pampers, butterflies & tummyflies, bedtime and babytime.

But those are only focused in upon when the balance of her life leads her to the longing for it.

A little less poetic? Ok. 

She is still a big girl and she wants to be a big girl and she wants to function like a big girl … some of the time. She will always be a big girl but she will also always be a BabyGirl and this is a truth she can never escape.

And that is what makes her elemental, what takes her back to the basic and what produces the swell of happiness inside her.

The pictures always gave me the idea that they were taken by her Daddy and were from his viewpoint.  It’s clearly aiming for that perfect fantasy setting when she is always looking adorable and feeling pretty.  And without knowing it, she is being kept docile – something she heartily enjoys.

He doesn’t see her as a big girl and she doesn’t feel like one, whether at home or when out-n-about.

When you can see a clear emotion pouring out of someone before they can see it themselves, you are paying the right attention to that person.

When you know the reason why that emotion has emerged, you are that person’s harmony.

So this set, with the girl’s name being Melanie, always produced in my mind the matching partner to harmony … melody.

One is based off the other.  They both can exist alone, but they were meant to go together.

That is a basic need.  And a basic want for that matter.  It is fundamental.

It is at its element. And so is she.

25 “Unforgettable Sets”
The Pictures Stories

Diablo’s Selection

Taken from the Dark Age Play Thriller:

Stolen

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here’s a little story about meeting the people who will change the course of your life … except, you don’t realize it yet.

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Diablo’s Selection

Saturday night, 9pm

The Lair was hopping that night, a downtown dance club formerly known as The Chameleon – purchased by an entertainment group and rebranded into the hottest night spot the city had seen in a long time.  As an old factory building, The Lair had an old brick look on the outside but a modern interior.  There were three levels to the inside with balconies that overlooked the enormous dance floor on bottom level.  A sound system to rival that of stadiums played the music and kept the walls bouncing but the sound-proof structure kept the noise to a dull thump from the outside.  So, the surrounding neighborhood never complained about noise disturbances.

The Lair had to be booked months in advance if a group or organization wanted to schedule a private event there.  But this particular night at that dance club was indeed a private event, although it had only been booked out two weeks ago.

There was a reason behind this preferential treatment.

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