here is a little story about teasing. In fact, it is the greatest tease of all … for him.
Warning: This ain’t no Daddy/BabyGirl story.
The Greatest Tease of All –
Shutting the shower water off and stepping out of the tub, he reached for the towel and began to dry himself off, looking in the foggy bathroom mirror and still wrapping his head around everything he was thinking about. Putting the towel on the towel bar to dry, he turned back around to realize that he didn’t have any clothing to put on. Seeing the sweaty t-shirt and semi-wet diaper, he contemplated putting them back on. But instead, he wrapped the towel around his waist, intending to walk across the hallway and over into the guest bedroom. Krissy had certainly put his bag of clothing in there. He would simply apologize and excuse himself into the guest bedroom, if she saw him in the towel.
Opening the bathroom door and walking out into the hallway, he turned to walk into the guest bedroom.
“Joey, come here,” Krissy said from the upstairs living room.
Joey turned around and saw her sitting on the living room floor, summoning him with her right pointer finger to walk over to her. And when he did walk over closer to her, his knees almost gave way at what he saw.
“Come all the way over here, Joey,” Krissy said with sweetness in her voice, tapping a spot directly in front of her on the living rug room.
Joe took slow steps towards her, his heart pounding so heavily that it made him a bit dizzy from the rush of blood suddenly coursing throughout his body. And though she had pushed the coffee table back to get it out of the way, his eyes remained locked on what he saw sitting on that coffee table … several items, to be exact about it.
“It’s okay, Joey. Just be a good boy and listen to K’issy,” she said with a sweet whisper, not wanting any sounds to be too loud as she set the mood for him. “That’s a good boy. That’s my good little Joey.”
Her voice sounded so inviting that he couldn’t help but feel relaxed, like he was following a siren’s sweet song.
Having made it over to her, he now stood in front of her, Krissy getting up on her knees. And though she was in the lower position, she had all the power – his mind and his very being wrapped around her pinkie finger. She knew it and so did he. And the mind game was on.
“Keep being a good boy for me,” Krissy said, reaching up to his front and undoing the fold of the towel wrapped around his waist.
Peeling back the towel, she sucked in her lips to hide her smile. Joe was already partially-stimulated by then. He was becoming even more so by the second and she was in the right mood to give him the greatest tease of all – one that would own him, from that point forward.
“Did you wash yourself everywhere?” Krissy teased, taking the towel in her hands and reaching back between his legs – Joe nodding while locking his knees. “And did you dry yourself everywhere?”
“Yes,” Joe managed to get out with a shaky voice.
“Let me check,” Krissy said with an almost song-like quality to her voice as she reached up behind him and drew the towel down between his bottom cheeks, then drying his underside before moving to his front. “Hmm. You missed a few drops, Joey. But it’s okay. You did well.”
Using the towel, she cupped his endowment with her hands, gently drying all of its length and accessories. Tightening the muscles in his legs, he tried to keep his balance, but was swooning for obvious reason. And when she was done drying him, he was much more engaged.
“There. Much better. Now K’issy has your full attention,” she said with syrupy-thick sweetness while tapping the rug again. “Lay down.”
Bending his knees slowly, he laid down on the rug – moving with an unhurried pace as to not topple down from overwhelm. It was strange that he felt confusion, perhaps even trepidation about doing this. But then again, there was a learning process in getting from the fantasies just being in his mind to the fantasies now actually happening.
“It’s okay, Joey. K’issy is right here for you,” she said with whispered sweetness as she ran her left hand up and down his torso. “Everything’s going to be okay. Just relax yourself.”
But how could he relax? The Empire State building would have been jealous of him, just then. And did he even want to relax? This was the fantasy he always wanted! And it was happening with K’issy!
She put her right hand behind his knees and her left hand on the front of his ankles, bending his legs and lifting them up. He was putty in her fingertips. She could have twisted his legs into a pretzel and he wouldn’t have complained. Inundation had mellowed into a numbing acceptance in his mind. But there was more to come, no pun intended.
“Someone did a wonderful job of painting,” Krissy said, reaching for the diaper on the coffee table and picking it up. “And someone made me very happy. K’issy isn’t every gonna forget that.”
Still with his legs in the air and his arms resting limply at his sides, he saw the tears in her eyes – a deep-rooted reaction about her losses finally rising to the surfaces of her emotions. Unfolding the diaper, she smiled down at him through her those tears. Placing the diaper flat on the rug and sliding it up underneath him, she lifted his bottom ever-so-slightly. Running her left hand across both of his smooth bottom cheeks, she smiled warmly at him. And he gushed. Oh, did he gush.
Years ago, a diaper change from her was to the point and for practical purposes. Now, she was taking her time with it. Now it meant something to her. And he was learning the reason why. But he couldn’t put to words what it meant to him. Luckily, he didn’t have to.
Then, she reached for the little container of baby powder – sitting on the coffee table. She had raided his bag of clothing while he was in the shower, having found his travel stash of baby stuff. What else had she taken from his bag? What else was going to happen to him this week?
His reaction to all of this was becoming even more obvious. But Krissy was now paying no attention to it, another bit of teasing that would keep unraveling him – softening his outer shell, but not his hormones. With his legs-n-bottom raised in the air, and while being completely naked in front of her, Joe felt more than just a little vulnerable. And he would have had it no other way.
But it was when she poured a liberal amount of the baby powder into her left palm, with that sweet scent permeating the air around him, that Joe finally began to dip into regression. Though with a resemblance of wits about him, it was obvious his mind was beginning to slowly spin inside his head. And Krissy nurtured this forward.
“Good boy,” she said with a super-breathy whisper as her left palm touched his bottom cheeks, caressing the powder across evenly. “What a good little boy you’re being for me, Joey.”
The sweet scent, along with the silky and cool feeling of the powder as well as the sound of her maternal voice coupled together with the tingling sensation he felt all over his body, the stiffness he couldn’t avoid having and the ever-increasing mindset of regression. He was a time bomb in a great many ways, just then. Oh, her gentle, gentle hand felt so good and she was being so nice to him – so very, very nice.
He closed his eyes for a few seconds, then quickly re-opening them when the dizziness became too much. He gasped from the Heavenly sensations she was placing on his bottom and then exhaled with a small bit of timbred-elation. Then his eyes rolled up in his head as he started all over again. Krissy watched his all-encompassing displays of pleasured happiness, keeping her pace very slow and getting herself into no hurry at all. She had a sense of pride and purpose in giving him such wonderful care he would let his guard down and submit to her. She would gladly do that for him, after what he had already done for her.
“There ya go,” she whispered sweetly, bring his freshly-powdered bottom down into the softened nestle of the back of the diaper.
It was one of his thicker diapers, the all-white kind he would wear to bed at night or if he knew he wouldn’t be able to change himself for a while. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply again, his exhale being cut off, however, by the entrance of his pacifier into his mouth.
Oh, my. Krissy was good at this. She was very good indeed.
Lowering his legs back to the rug and parting his thighs widely, she finally looked down between his legs, taking notice to his stimulation.
“Aww,” she cooed lovingly, picking up the baby bottle and gently sprinkling powder on his front – from hip to hip. “Does someone have a little stiffy? It’s just the cutest little thing I’ve ever seen.”
The sweetness of her tone, along with the meaning of her words, turned him to mush but kept his stiffness at attention. And the more rigid he became, the cuter she gushed at his endowment – speaking of it as if it was very tiny. It was an emotional drug he became addicted to.
As she trailed the sprinkles of baby powder further down his front, Joe did all he could to keep from fidgeting. However, each moment was becoming so intense for him that he finally had to turn his head to the side to find a visual distraction. But the front of the sofa was boring to look at. So, he looked up at the ceiling above, nursing on his pacifier and trying not to become overwhelmed with this glorious experience, the culmination of every dream he had ever had.
She trickled the baby powder closer and closer to his Eiffel tower condition. But it was like Chinese water torture, waiting for it to finally reach that one place on his body that might make him skyrocket. Until then, he would be happily swept away in a dream-like state, becoming saturated with a fantasy sudden gone real.
As the trickles of powder reached his sensitive area, he tightened his center in preparation for it. The silky coolness coated his endowment and everything else. Sinking his teeth into the silicone nipple of his pacifier, he lifted his head – gazing up at Krissy with helplessness in his eyes that would have made a puppy dog jealous. His long-ago babysitter had become the present of such, again. And, once more, Joe had a crush on her – except this time, for much different reasons.
“Shh, shh, shh. Shhh,” Krissy lovingly shushed him, her hands cupping everything between his legs as she caressed the powder out with her thumbs – Joe putting his head back down and closing his eyes before they rolled up into his brain. “That’s a good boy.”
Oh, my. Her voice rang in his ears like the sweetest sound he had ever heard in his life. And her hands knew exactly where to touch him, how to touch him and how long to stay on his most sensitive spots – then moving to another spot before his stiffness gave way to eruption. It was the edge of ecstasy, Joe most willingly teetering on it.
Watching him lose all sense of composure, Krissy picked up the container of baby powder again and clenched his rock-hard shaft while sprinkling more powder on it. He gasped so deeply that his rib cage expanded, pinning his shoulders to the rug as she caressed the powder down his length. She was a Goddess, a golden gem sent to him from the fates years ago so he could arrive at this very moment with her.
It was as plain and as simply explained as that.
“It’s soooo cute, Joey,” she said with sweet whispered tease, coating him with more and more powder and then placing his shaft to point upward – Joe beginning to drool from the corners of his mouth, despite the fact that he had a pacifier between his lips.
“And if you keep being such a good boy, there’s no telling what this week will hold for you,” she said, drawing the front of his diaper up.
He was gone, complete regressed at that point and happily lost in a state of mind he had dreamed about but had never been in before. If he hadn’t been so regressed, he might well have thrown a tantrum-leveled fit just then. Any guy would have, if in that position – aroused to new heights and then denied the gratification. But Joe? He was her captive and would abide as such with no complaints. It all felt good to him.
Allowing the elastic gathers of the diaper to stretch tightly against the soft skin at the tops of his inner thighs, Krissy took one last look at his stiffness for now before waving goodbye to it.
“Bye bye for now, cute little fella,” Krissy cooed as she brought the front of his diaper up and into place – Joe fighting shiny object syndrome as the intensity of the moment demanded a distraction.
Though fastening the tapes tightly at his hips, she allowed a little slack to the front of his diaper – giving his endowment some room and some consideration. He never would have thought to ask for that.
Sliding her forearms behind his back, she sat him up and embraced him, her weakened little boy – her putty to play with.
“It’s okay, Joey,” Krissy whispered to him, rocking him back-n-forth in her arms – his face buried in her cleavage as he hugged her in return. “It’s okay to release … but just a little for now. Okay?”
And that he did, his reward for having been good through the greatest tease of all.
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