here is a story about what can happen when the beginning comes to an end.
Friday evening, 7pm
Dakota walked into the ladies’ restroom of Bistro St. Thomas, a ritzy restaurant with an interesting mixture of French, Caribbean and American cuisines. It had been exactly three months since she met Dutch at The Firefly Festival. And on this night, Dutch had wined-n-dined her in celebration of the occasion.
But it wasn’t just about their first 90 days together. It was about every day that would follow this one. In any given relationship, the turning point or the end of the honeymoon was often pinned at the three-month mark. That was when all the facades finally came off and when guards were finally lowered.
Checking her make-up and her hair in the mirror above the sink, Dakota turned to the side – wiggling and working to keep her little black dress from riding up her thighs. Checking a text message that had been sent from her sister, Dakota smiled – opening her purse to put her cell phone away. But when she opened her purse, she saw the white pacifier Dutch must have put in there before they left for their dressed to the nines night on the town. Just the sight of that pacifier produced a tiny waltz of butterflies inside her. And thoughts of him flooded into her mind.
She remembered following the string of lights at that festival, to find him at the end of them. As she found out, meeting him wasn’t the end of any journey at all. It was the beginning of something far grander and ultimately, something with a force she had been missing out on.
Setting her purse on the sink counter, she also set the present he had given her on the counter as well. Dutch was very big on the presents. And he always put them in a very colorfully-wrapped box. She never knew what the present would be, but it always wound up being something that made her blush. And the fact that he always surprised her with a gift when they met up was a repeated gesture that had endeared her heart to him.
Why he told her to take the present with her to the bathroom was a bit of a mystery to her, but it wasn’t one that seemed too strange. He was paying the bill and then they would be leaving. It made sense that the present not be left at the table to be lost or swept away by bussers.
Despite only having been with him for three months, Dakota knew him a lot better than that. There was always a master plan behind his actions, always a greater motivation. Sometimes that motivation was sexual. Sometimes it was mental. Sometimes it was both.
And Dakota was sure this was the reason why he told her to not open the present until he said to.
Submission was easy for her nowadays. The week she spent in emotional therapy with Misty and Morgan as well as the time she spent with Maria in a similar capacity had implanted several thoughts in her mind. That was the point of those therapy sessions. She was forced to do a lot of things she didn’t want to do, sometimes being restrained until her tantrums had subsided. It was intervention to the extreme. But it worked. And in the long run, that was all that mattered.
What Misty and Morgan as well as Maria hadn’t intended was to give Dakota a series of remembrances that would add up to something different in her mind. From her therapies, Dakota had developed a craving for age play, a yearning to be submissive and the desire to be forced – the more physically the better.
She would view these things separately and feel them separately when in thought. Perhaps she would have always viewed them as such. But what it took bring them all together for her … was Dutch.
From their inception, Dakota and Dutch had shared an age play dynamic that drew the best out of both of them. He was her Daddy and she was his BabyGirl. No, she didn’t always do the baby doll dress up thing – like tonight, for example. But Dutch always kept their relationship an intense one, not allowing Dakota to slip backwards into the troubles that her therapy sessions had helped her overcome.
Stepping back from the bathroom sink, she admired her choice of little black dresses. And she was quite happy in having decided to forego the nylons. Oh, how she hated nylons. But she was still a hot little number, having turned heads when she walked in the restaurant.
Just then, the bathroom door opened – Dakota snapping out of her daze and walking back up to the bathroom sink to collect her things. But before she picked them up, she heard the bathroom door being locked. Looking into the mirror, her heart began to pound as her eyes grew big and wide. Behind her, she saw Dutch.
Breathing a sigh of relief, she placed her hand on her sternum.
“Who did you think it was going to be?” Dutch asked, walking up behind her and wrapping his arms around her.
“Um … a female?” Dakota asked back with a laugh. “This is the ladies’ bathroom, Daddy.”
Oh, she could feel the warmth rising off his body. And being wrapped inside his arms, she was always swathed with his warmth as well. What better place for a BabyGirl than inside her Daddy’s hug?
“Did curiosity kill the kitty yet?” Dutch whispered with a deep timbre, his tone rippling throughout her frame. “Open your present, Princess. But don’t get fussy.”
That was strange for him to have said. It was a bit odd in timing. But Dakota thought nothing of it, sliding the colorfully-wrapped present over in front of her and undoing the ribbon around it. Dutch reached over to her purse, slipping his hand inside it as she took the top of the present box off. Her eyes grew enormously wide and her jaw dropped open when she saw the contents of the present box, Dutch grabbing the pacifier from inside her purse and slipping it between her widely-parted lips. Instinctively, she closed her mouth around the silicone nipple.
“Pick it up,” Dutch whispered in her right ear, Dakota slowly nursing on her pacifier as she reached into the box and picked up the gleaming white diaper with both hands. “Now open it.”
Dakota unfolded the disposable diaper, seeing the insert padding on the inside and then setting it down on the counter top of the sink. It was a thin diaper, one of the ones Dutch would make her wear when they were out in public. The diaper itself was thin and therefore didn’t bulk outward from her body. It was discreet, allowing a secret to remain that way. But the insert padding made her feel like she was so thickly diapered that it had to be obvious to passers-by … the mind game.
“Place your palms flat on the counter,” Dutch whispered with a deep timbre, Dakota doing so as he lifted up the bottom of her little black dress and reached around, cupping the front of her lacy panties.
Dakota locked her knees, continuing to nurse on her pacifier as her heart pounded heavily. She knew what was going to happen and she knew how arousing it would be in after-thoughts, if she could only make it through the experience without losing her mind.
“Aww,” Dutch said with softened coo. “Did you wet your panties, Princess?”
Dakota looked at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, seeing a little wet spot on the front of her panties and then blushing a deep shade of red. But she hadn’t peed herself. It was that same arousal coming to the surface that always welled within her when he did the Daddy thing.
“Do you think you belong in panties, Dakota?” Dutch asked with syrupy sweetness, lifting the front of her little black dress just a bit higher for her to see the evidence. “No, you’ve never belonged in panties. And quite honestly, you never should have been taken out of the nursery, let alone just taken out of diapers.”
He slid his hand inside the front of her panties, stroking his fingers and palm up-n-down the absolute smoothness she had so meticulously shaven. Oh, what gloriousness she felt from his touch – as if a slice of all things perfect would not have satisfied her as much.
“I’ve always believed panties, and most female clothing for that matter, were created for the sole purpose of attracting men to women – keeping them in pursuit of her wiles,” Dutch whispered in her ear, a magnificent ripple of sensations traveling throughout her body at the sound of his Daddy Voice. “But no matter how pretty her clothing looks, her desire as well as his, will always be the same – to take all that pretty clothing off her … just like unwrapping a present.”
Dakota’s mind spun inside her head. She looked down at the unfolded diaper laying on the counter top and then back to the mirror image of that wet spot on her panties. No, Dutch wasn’t being forceful, although she wished he truly would be sometimes. Instead, he was convincing her that she needed to be in the diaper … more mind games.
Lowering her chin and shrinking up her shoulders, her typical reaction of submission to his assertive presence that was all but instantaneous at this point, she cowered to the aggression in his eyes. And it was a much-welcomed action, one she wished she was brave enough to ask for … if not beg for.
Completely lifting the lower half of her little black dress, he had her place her forearms on her midriff – holding the dress up as he lowered the panties, rolling them down her legs to her ankles. She stepped out of them and he put them into the inside pocket of his left lapel. Glancing up to ceiling, she nervously checked for cameras. This was a ritzy establishment. They had cameras everywhere. And there was something about to happen that would have been worth watching.
The truth was: Dutch could have been likely to do anything to her just then. She never knew what to expect with him and for once in her life, not knowing had become a good thing. It was … he was … invigorating to her mind, body and senses – to the say the least about it.
He could easily strip her naked, bending her over the bathroom sink right there just as likely as he was to wrap his arms around her from behind – whispering such seductive things in her ear that she would melt on the inside … each time to a marginally unrecoverable degree.
“Pick up your diaper and hold the front of it,” Dutch whispered, holding the lower half of her dress so she could pick the diaper up.
“Yeth, Dadduh,” Dakota mumbled before her pacifier with a voice so small and sheepish as to make clear how regressed she already felt.
Reaching down to the counter top, she slipped her pointer and middle fingers behind the front band of the diaper – then pressing her thumbs into the inserted padding as she lifted the diaper up. Holding it to her waist line, she looked up to the ceiling again – checking again for cameras that just might be watching her … if not also recording them.
Wrapping his right arm around her midriff to keep hold of her and to keep the lower half of her little black dress up, he took hold of the back waistband of the diaper. Oh so slowly pulling it up into place, he watched as she closed her eyes – gasping at the feeling of the softness as it enveloped her between the legs and up onto her bottom. Seeing her so affected and so touched, quite literally, was pleasure in itself for him. But for her, it was so much more than just that. There were specific cravings about it that she had never told him, mostly for a lack of proper words to describe them. But it was long overdue for her to create those words, if no dictionary in this world possessed them.
Taking a step closer to her, he pressed himself against the back of her body. This forced her to take a step forward, her now-diapered mound and the tops of her thighs pressing into the edge of the counter top. She placed her palms flat to the counter top again as he reached to her left hip with both of his hands, fastening the tapes snuggly. Then he repeated the process at her right hip and she felt the full envelopment of the diaper – how incredibly thick it was with the insert and how it hugged so tightly against her core that no amount of baby powder would have prevented her from becoming wet.
Some kinds of wetness were best kept un-dry.
Oh, she was indeed in Heaven and with the snapping of his fingers, her mood could change – regressing her without effort and improving on a situation that was already perfect. Oh, yes. This was confirmation. Their three-month honeymoon was over and she needed to open herself up to him the rest of the way. Yes, she had explained how the therapy sessions had helped her, but she hadn’t yet explained what else those sessions had opened her up to. The word force sounded ugly, but only if it was heard by ears that didn’t understand.
Dakota needed to make him understand. And she had no reason to believe that he wouldn’t be receptive to the unorthodox idea of being forced to accept something that she wanted anyway. The only hindrance was that sense of insecurity that seemed as natural as breathing. But hey, she would only live once. And sometimes, the best people to tango with were the ones who could follow as well as lead.
Stepping back, he lowered her little black dress and spun her around to face him. She shimmied her hips to put the dress in place. Indeed, the thin diaper with the thick inserts didn’t show in her appearance at all. She picked up her purse and put the pacifier in it before taking his offered arm and walking out of the ladies’ restroom.
The bill was already paid and it seemed no one had been recording them as they easily strolled out of the restaurant. But every elegant high-heeled step she took was accompanied by a crinkling sound that made her blush. Oh, what an intoxicating feeling to not be able to do anything about it … the essence of force.
They strolled down to the water fountain at the very center of the town, her crinkle staying with her every step of the way and the bulk between her legs making it a little more difficult to remain graceful in her movements. But it was a challenge she also craved … how to keep a secret a secret – even though she wouldn’t have minded being discovered. Such humiliation was the next level up, though. And there were more important things to talk about presently.
Taking her heels off, she stepped up onto the outer wall of the water fountain – Dutch being a Chivalrous knight in helping her to not fall as she did so. With careful steps, she walked along the top of that wall – being taller than him for a change. And the view was incredible.
Oh, Dutch was looking dapper that night, dressed in a suit and without any scruff on his face. He was so handsome and his efforted appearance complimented how much time she had put into her appearance. It was nice to see the guy caring about how he looked for a change. It gave her some eye candy to look at. They were a charming couple and were in love. This was obvious to any passer-by. And the depths of self that they shared were about to go deeper … much deeper.
“Daddy, I wanna tell you something but I need to explain it as I go along,” Dakota said, Dutch helping her down off the water fountain wall. “I’m not really sure how to start explaining it, though.”
“Sometimes, the best way to begin anything is to simply take the plunge,” Dutch said, taking her hands and spinning her around. “Just take in a deep breath and relax yourself. Open your lips and start talking. And I’ll bet what you really need to say will come out.”
Oh, this was a wonderful start. Dutch had just set her mind at ease with a few simple words of encouragement. But the real test would come right away with the first thing she had to say.
“Daddy, I have a problem with not being happy at moments,” Dakota confessed with little hesitation. “I mean … I know I should be happy, but sometimes I’m not. And I can’t explain why.”
“Okay,” Dutch said, taking a seat on the water fountain wall and listening with concern.
Dakota paused, thinking about how else to explain it.
“When I was in that therapy session with Misty and Morgan, I was there for like … a week. I came to them broken. I had no self-worth and no healthy decision-making abilities. I was spiraling out of control,” Dakota admitted, taking hold of both of his hands and stepping up to him so her knees touched his. “They would take that week with me and essentially make me start over. I began as a baby that they feed and bathed and loved.”
“And that’s where the BabyGirl interest came from, I’m assuming?” Dutch asked, Dakota smiling.
“Yep,” she said cheerfully, happy that he was following her train of thought. “So after that, when I spent time with Maria, I came to her with self-worth. But I had no direction to go.”
“And she got you online,” Dutch said.
“No, but she encouraged me to do something with my life,” Dakota answered. “In my time with her, she also kept me as a baby and taught me how to move like a little lady while assessing all situations.”
Placing her hands on his shoulders, she climbed up onto him – scooting her little black dress up and straddling his lap with bent knees. Facing him, she pressed her diapered mound into his groin.
“I’ve researched online about the subject of being unhappy for an unknown reason and I found a term that might not apply to me … but then again, maybe it does,” Dakota said, Dutch getting out his cell phone to google about it. “It’s called … generalized malaise.”
Dutch searched for the term, coming up with a few definitions.
“Generalized malaise,” he read. “a condition of general bodily weakness or discomfort, often marking the onset of a disease.”
“I have no diseases. I promise,” Dakota said, laughing.
“You mean aside from wetting yourself?” Dutch asked playfully, reaching behind her and patting her diapered bottom.
Dakota blushed, lowering her chin and leaning in to hug him. How did he know she was wetting herself? Was it because she climbed up on top of him? Was that the giveaway? For whatever reason, she enjoyed wetting herself when on his lap. It was sort of like she was marking her territory without actually making his pants wet.
“A vague or unfocused feeling of mental uneasiness, lethargy, or discomfort,” Dutch said, continuing to read the definitions for generalized malaise.
“Yeah. Something like that,” Dakota said, sitting up. “And I may have this condition for life.”
“I don’t mind that. So long as you keep trying to work on it,” Dutch said, supportively. “But it sounds like a condition that I think most people have, from time to time.”
“It makes me shut down when it happens to me,” Dakota confessed.
“And you would like some help with it when this happens?” Dutch asked, Dakota nodding and smiling.
“I want you to force it out of me when it happens,” Dakota said, taking his cell phone and setting it on the fountain wall with her purse.
Then she wrapped her legs around him, locking her ankles at his lower lumbar.
“Daddy, I’m wet,” Dakota admitted, Dutch rolling his eyes with playfulness. “But so are you.”
Then she leaned in, forcing him backwards as they both fell into the water fountain.
Continue on to Swinging the Mood
—————Full Force I: Dakota Full Force II: Dream Land Full Force III: Extreme .