Spanning Between the Mystery and the Lucidity

LucyFrom the book: Lucy

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here is a moment when Lucy’s heart spans between the mystery and lucidity of realized dreams.

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She heard the front door of his apartment unlocking and innocently followed him in. Perhaps she should’ve been nervous, being in a new place and knowing she was about to experience the result of a culmination of lifetime dreams.

But she wasn’t nervous at all. In fact, she was more relaxed than she could remember at any other time in her life. But suddenly, she had become so relaxed, she couldn’t remember his name. So, instead, she opened her heart and spoke directly from it. And from that point forward, she called by one name only … Daddy.

He took her in his arms and embraced her, beginning to whisper the sweet words which would completely transform her inside of the next few minutes. He walked her back through the hallway and into the bedroom. She followed him, still innocent but at long last ready to unravel the enigma that was at the center of her heart.

In a great sense, the main event of her journey had arrived. Her first dream with Neph a few weeks ago, and every moment since then, had led her up to this, guiding every discovery she made, every realization of fantasy she now called reality and every answer she found in dreams she now kept.

She walked in the bedroom and saw the clothing he had placed on the foot of his bed for her. The butterfly feeling she had been told about entered her tummy, but it didn’t unsettle her. Instead, it overwhelmed her and she happily took in the sensations of a little mindset as they flooded her thoughts.

She walked to the foot of the bed and touched the clothing, feeling its softness and imagining what it would feel like to be dressed in it.

“You want to wear that don’t you, Lucy?” he asked, gently and softly in her ear as he walked up behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders.

“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered as the littleness kept flooding her senses.

She felt his hands reach around her and begin to unfasten the button on the front of her blouse. Beginning at her collar and traveling downward, one by one, the buttons released with his fingertips. She felt the cool air of the room rush across her chest and midriff. She also felt the warm air coming from him as it traveled down the side of her neck. And within an instant, the blouse slipped off her shoulders, falling to her wrists before continuing to the floor.

He his hands traveled from her shoulders down her arms to her waist and onto the small of her back before working the clasp of her skirt free and unzipping it. The skirt fell to her ankles. She stepped out of it and turned to him, embracing him tightly as a bit of shyness overcame her.

“It’s okay, Baby,” he whispered softly, rocking her back and forth in his arms. “You’re safe with Daddy.”

He knew well her current fear. The remaining articles between her and vulnerability were two thin pieces of material that now seemed like her lone standing proof of the accomplishments of the life she was about to give up in order to become his little.

“A BabyGirl longs to be naked in front of her Daddy,” he said, calmly as he unfastened her bra in the back. “You’ll learn how to embrace that longing and you’ll learn to ache for its next arrival.”

“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered very softly as she closed her eyes.

The bra straps fell from her shoulders to her elbows. She lowered her arms, allowing it to fall to the floor. His fingers touched her chin and lifted her eyes. She could see the world in his gaze, silently reassured of her safety in his care and her place in his world.

“Open,” he said with the timbre of a Daddy.

She obediently parted her delicate lips and his fingers placed a pacifier to her bottom lip. She took the nipple in her mouth and while still looking up at him, felt a regression of self that warmed her heart.

“Be a good girl for Daddy,” he said as she slowly nodded.

His hand traveled to her bottom and over the only garment left between her existence in a Big life and her waiting destiny in a little one.

He lifted her up into his arms. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he placed his right hand on the small of her back and his left hand behind her head, easing her down onto the bed as if she were made of China glass.

She looked over at the baby clothing next to her as he took the band of her panties and began rolling them down off her waist.

She closed her eyes and smiled sweetly behind her pacifier. Oh, yes. It was good to be a girl. Very good to be a girl. But it was going to be even better to be a BabyGirl.

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She felt her panties being slid down her legs and the cool air of the room now making direct contact with her peach.  She felt small and in her mind remember that little feeling from her dreams.  The butterflies in her tummy kept her heart rate pulsing and she calmly kept her breathing about her.

Feeling relaxed yet excited, she opened her eyes and looked up at him.  Now, the visions of her dreams were present in the sight of him, in the passion behind his eyes and in his words … oh in the sounds of his sweet words.

He picked up her diaper from the pile next to her and began unfolding it.  The crinkle echoed in her ears and for a moment, she felt a little silly for liking the idea, but the continued gaze into his eyes drove her heart right back into the regression she was undergoing. 

She smiled sweetly behind her pacifier again as she stretched her limbs with excitement.

“You are precious, Lucy,” he said, lifting her leg up, followed by her bottom.  “When you smile, the entire room lights up.”

He slid the diaper underneath her and picked up the powder bottle, beginning to dust a layer across her bottom.  His fingers rolled across her skin the same way that silk did, leaving a sensation more Heavenly than anything else.

And then he lowered her legs back down as her bottom came to rest inside the softness of the diaper, adding a further bit of gentle feel to her all ready affected soul.

“Part your legs, Lucy,” he directed.

She did so, obediently and without question.  He had suddenly become the center of her universe and she couldn’t take her eyes off him.  She had come to know him well in a short amount of time, but loved him suddenly, for more reasons than she could state if she had to.

As he took the powder to her front, she twitched slightly at his continued gentleness and for the overwhelming desire to jump into his arms, but he settled her back down with as much kindness as he had been showing.

“A good BabyGirl always lies still when her Daddy is diapering her,” he said with a syrupy-rich tone as her drew the front of her diaper up and into place.  “And you want to be a good BabyGirl.  Don’t you, Lucy?”

She nodded slowly as the diaper wrapped around her, enveloping more than just her waist, but her emotions as well.  Her eyes went glassy with a captivated stare that made clear the regression of her mind.  Her fingertips went numb and goose bumps danced across her skin before retreating into the surface and she melted inside.

Oh, yes.  Being a BabyGirl was going to be very good, indeed.

He slid both of his arms underneath her, sliding them up her back and supporting her head with his hands and he sat her up.  She was mesmerized by his movements and how she was feeling inside.

“Arms up,” he said cheerfully as he picked up the nightie from the bed.

She raised her hands to the sky and he slid the nightie down her arms, working it freely onto her frame.

“That’s a good girl,” he said, kissing her on the forehead.

She looked down at the nightie.  It was white with detailed lacy edges.  It was made of a soft cotton and contoured to her chest before it tapered out, leaving a flouncy trail down to her midriff.  She saw the diaper between her legs, the top of which being all that the nightie coered. 

She sat there, absorbed the sensations on her body, the sentiments in the littleness he had instilled in her demeanor and the regression of self which had heightened her senses to everything around her.  Suddenly the tiniest of little things became fascinating to her and she found herself focusing on each of them, slowly and one at a time.

She tingled in her center, a sensation which she would explore later, but for now, she was enthralled by the new world she seemed to be in.

Up into his arms she went as he carried her out of the bedroom, down the hallway and into the kitchen.  She had limits.  She had things she wasn’t ready to do or even try and he had never once crossed any of those lines. 

Because of this, she trusted him implicitly with her return to innocence.  The mystery of her dreams became the lucidity of each moment as she discovered what littleness truly meant.

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