The Opening Segment

(I walked around the grounds of FetFest 2011, taking in all I could see and this story was being born in my thoughts with every step I took.)

This is the opening segment of a story collection entitled 50 Things to Do with Your BabyGirl on a Saturday Night.

When this BabyGirl made her Daddy a list of fantasies she would like to experience, she had no idea he would ever plan out the night ahead of her.

If all goes according to plan, she’ll be reduced, ravaged and spent of everything she knows herself to be. And she can’t wait, but she knows she’ll have to … if only until he allows her to grace her fantasies with what is to come.

Rest assured this is only a portion of the full story, but I hope you thoroughly enjoy this sampling of its beginning.

– Zorro Daddy


The sexual tension swirled around both of them. It was evident in the flaming gaze she gave him. It was manifest in the impassioned words he spoke. They would never ignore it, for it was that tension which heightened the relationship and love they shared. They weren’t always able to act on the impulses which constantly redefined the bond between their hearts. But tonight was wide open. It was Saturday and the sexual tension was about to boil over …

50 Things to Do with Your BabyGirl on a Saturday Night

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His arms were folded as he leaned up against the bathroom door frame and a smile crossed his face as his eyes dug into her frame as she stood in front of the bathroom mirror, making her hair up for the night to come and the journeys ahead of them.

She wasn’t just any girl. She was the girl who added depth to every emotion inside him, made his purpose in life definitive, was the inspiration that obligated his mind to take in his next breath and allowed each exhale to speak with a greater sentiment than the previous. There weren’t enough words to fully encompass her meaning in his life.

She finished her primping and turned to him. She was beautiful, wearing a t-shirt just long enough to cover the diaper he had put her in. She was Breath-Taking. She was His Friend, His Girlfriend, His Lover, His BabyGirl, His Reason to be Strong, His Reason to be Weak, His Life.

“So what are we gonna do tonight, Daddy?” she asked innocently and sweetly as she stepped into the embrace of his arms.

“Everything we possibly can, BabyGirl,” he said, rubbing his hand on her back.

“Like what?” she asked with a dimpled smile and a playful twinkle in her eyes.

“Do you remember the list of ten?” he asked with a tone so rich that she suddenly knew everything she needed to know about the night ahead.

Her eyes lit up as she took in a tiny gasp of breath. He held her firmly, but tenderly against him. She placed the side of her head on his chest. Her skin, smooth as silk, had become warmed and by his touch he felt her body temperature beginning to rise. Her heart pounded suddenly and her breathing became heavy.

The list of ten was a list she made of emotions she wanted to feel through specific experiences she wanted to have. And she wanted to feel them all in succession, ending one emotion suddenly and being driven into the next one with reckless abandon. And her greatest curiosity, to the point of obsession, was wanting to know what state of mind she would be in when it was all done.

“Do you remember all ten of them?” he asked lovingly and calmly while rocking her back and forth gently, helping her to deal with the rush of sensations which had shot across her skin with an electricity so intense she twinged from her center straight out.

“Yes,” she whispered in a breathy tone as he took her hand and led her into the bedroom.

She followed him like a lost child. Her mind, a mixture of many thoughts at the moment, tossed itself back and forth between the fantasies that the list of ten had given her and thoughts of what it would feel like for real.

He sat her on the edge of the bed. Her eyes were showing that she was beginning to absorb the excitement of the fear she would feel, the submission she knew she would be under and the constant of a string of emotions she had designed to overwhelm her.

“Tell me what they are,” he said walking over to the closet.

She closed her eyes and took in a deep breath before beginning.

“Humiliation …… embarrassment ……discipline …… punishment ……,” she said slowly as she watched him packing her diaper bag.

“What else?” he asked gently.

“Pain ……,” she said with a labored whisper as she saw him pick up a paddle and place it in the diaper bag.

She drew her knees together as she shuddered from the visions in her head and the powerless feeling which had all ready come over her.

Her center began to tingle and she fidgeted, trying to avoid a build-up beginning too soon.

“Is someone getting turned on by all this?” he asked, lowering the timbre of his voice to tempt her juices to flow. “What else is on the list, BabyGirl?”

“Denial,” she said, watching him pick out extra batteries from the dresser drawer.

“What else?” he asked, putting the batteries in the side pocket of the diaper bag.

“Teasing,” she whispered with an increased rate of breath as she stared at the tiny lump at the bottom of that side pocket, knowing what else he had all ready packed.

Her legs involuntarily began to twitch and her thighs shook slightly. He walked over and sat next to her. Without a moment of hesitation, she sat on his lap and curled up against him. Her breathing continued to show the effects of her excitement.

“There’s more, isn’t there, Princess?” he asked placing his hand on her right knee and sliding his finger up the tender skin of her inner thigh.

“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered, closing her eyes.

She took in the wonderful sensation of his fingers on her skin as well as the thought of them reaching the destination they were headed for.

“What about arousal?” he asked as his fingertips reached the elastic edging of the diaper. “Hmmm?”

“…… Yes, Daddy,” she said, leaning her head back on his shoulder and clearing the lump out of her throat.

His right hand cupped the diaper between her legs. She slowly began rocking her hips and grinding her center into his palm as he pressed inward. His left hand traveled under her shirt, rolling up her belly and heading higher. She arched her back, heaving her chest out as his hand found her right nipple.

She exhaled deeply as she leaned her head completely back on his shoulder and reached up, wrapping her arms around his neck. He rolled her nipple between his fingertips, slowly but with pressure. She winced at the pain when he squeezed and whimpered at the relief when he released.

“I want my toy,” she fussed as she grinded herself into his palm more fervently. “Please …”

“There are two more fantasies on that list, BabyGirl,” he said softly while kissing the side of her neck and trailing his mouth up to her right ear to whisper. “I want to hear what they are.”

“Please don’t make me say them, Daddy,” she fussed, trying to build her arousal with more pelvic thrusts.

“Tell me what they are, BabyGirl,” he said calmly as she began crying for frustration of her near-sexual release. “I know they’re embarrassing. But isn’t that one of your fantasies, too?”

“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered in a breathy tone as she slowed down her grinding, succumbing to the pace he was setting for the night.

“We’re going to do them all tonight,” he whispered to her. “Humiliation, embarrassment, discipline, punishment, pain, denial, teasing, arousal and …”

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22 responses to “The Opening Segment

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