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Taken from the book:
Gratification Three: Surrender & Submission
here is the opening segment of The 10th Pacifier story:
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Late, Late Friday Night -
Finally, she got a moment to relax, if not just a few seconds to gasp for air without having it taken from her at the same time. And now, with a chance to feel what her mind was denied the opportunity to do, she took in everything that consumed her.
Her bottom was stinging with welts that made the pain throb. Her thighs, bruised and tender to the touch at this point, were enflamed as his weight pressed them into the mattress beneath her. Her mouth was sore from the tasks she had been forced to perform. A lump had formed in her throat from the amount of crying she had let out. She was physically exhausted to the extreme of being drained. She was emotionally exhausted from the three-day mind fucking she had just received.
And he still wasn’t done with her yet.
She hoped what was in his left hand was what she had worked so hard to receive through all of this.
The experience had been one that would leave her an altered, affected soul. And as he began on her again, her thoughts drifted back to the beginning of what he would know as “The Rest of Her Life.”
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Wednesday -
They had been married for almost three months and she was as happy as could be. Not only was he her husband, but he was also her Daddy. Not only was she his wife, but she was also his BabyGirl. Their love was dynamic and it had a depth which constantly renewed the connection of souls they shared.
It was Wednesday morning, just about 9:30. She had eaten breakfast with him and now knelt in front of the living room coffee table in pigtails, still dampened from the bath he had just given her. She wore nothing but her diaper and rested her hands on her thighs, awaiting his return from the bedroom. She never expected to be in this position, but the reason why she was there was what filled her with a guilt she couldn’t shake.
They both had taken Wednesday, Thursday and Friday off from work that week and, being as Friday was their official three month anniversary, she figured he had planned three days of newlyweds’ memories.
How right she was … just not in the way she had envisioned.
He returned to her from the bedroom, carrying a small black velvet bag – drawn together at the top with a piece of raw hide string. He sat on the couch and placed the bag on the coffee table between. Folding his hands, he spoke.
“Three month ago, I came to know happiness like I had never known it,” her Daddy said, sweetly and calmly. “But in these first three month of marriage, I also came to know so many things about you I wouldn’t have otherwise.”
Silently, she continued listening, uncertain still of what the problem was that he said they needed to discuss.
“I realized that you’ve never heard the word no from me before,” he stated calmly, but with a more serious tone. “I’m convinced you’ve never heard the word no in your entire life.”
Her brow wrinkled at his implication.
“Princess, I love you with everything that I am and with everything that I’m driven to become. And I will give you all that I am able to,” he continued as his voice became monotone in quality. “I didn’t think a joint bank account would a problem. I was glad to add you onto my account.”
He paused, tightening his lips. She could see the anger in his eyes – an anger he was controlling. She didn’t move a muscle.
“Blowing through 10,000 dollars is bad enough,” he said slowly, choosing his words carefully. “But overdrawing an empty account 7 times in as many weeks … well, there are about to be some changes. So listen to my words with an attention greater than ever before. I’m only going to say this once.”
Her emotions were hurt that he would talk to her this way. And though, she would never admit to it, when they got married and moved in together, she relinquished the domineering side of her personality which she had safely kept hidden during their courtship. And up to this point, it seemed she had him wrapped around her finger.
He opened the black velvet bag and dumped the contents out on the coffee table. Her eyes widened with excitement, but also with confusion.
Pacifier? Ten Pacifiers? Each had their own color. He lined them up in a straight line in front of her.
“There are ten things about you that will change immediately,” he said as he looked at the pacifiers. “Each of these colors represents one of those changes needed.”
He pointed to the first pacifier.
“Red is for rude,” he said as a kindness returned to his voice. “You will no longer be rude. Instead, you’re gonna be respectful from now on.”
Her eyes welled up with tears as he picked up the red pacifier. She looked up at him with a helplessness to her gaze which told the ache now present in her pride.
“This is for your own good, BabyGirl,” he said sweetly. “Daddy needs to rebuild you. And you’ve all ready begun. You’ve shown me respect with your silence …”
He placed the pacifier between her lips and she took the nipple into her mouth.
“And when you make each of these changes, you’ll receive the pacifier that goes along with it,” he said with a full return to his Daddy Voice.
His Daddy Voice always made her feel small. And as she knelt there in just her diaper, she suddenly felt more than just physically naked, but now emotionally exposed. With no ability to fight back, for lack of an unbroken will, she surrendered to the decisions she had made. And for the first time, she truly felt submissive.
She looked down at the nine pacifiers on the table. She pointed to the orange one, now first in the line.
“Orange. You oppose everything you don’t want to do,” he explained. “You need to learn obedience.”
She pointed to the second pacifier, yellow in color.
“Yellow. You constantly yearn for what you don’t have but want,” her Daddy explained. “That yearning for want will become yielding to need.”
She point to the third pacifier.
“Green. Like the color of money and envy,” he said. “Your greediness will become giving.”
She pointed to the fourth pacifier.
“Blue,” he said. “You are very bratty. That needs to become benevolence.”
She pointed to the fifth pacifier.
“Violet. You don’t like change and it vexes you. You’ll learn to be versatile.”
She pointed to the next pacifier.
“White. You whine, BabyGirl, when you should be wishful.”
She pointed to the next pacifier.
“Pink. You pout when you should be patient.”
She pointed to the next pacifier.
“Maroon. When you want something, you become demanding, mean. You will learn to be mindful of others.”
She pointed to the last pacifier and her eyes lit up at its color. It was her favorite color. He had placed that pacifier at the end of the line and there had to be a reason.
“Turquoise,” he said quickly as he scooped up the nine pacifiers, returning them to the black bag. “Turquoise represents your temper tantrums which I won’t stop you from doing ever. But until you find some balance there will be no touch.”
Her eyes grew wide at his statement.
“What does it mean when Daddy says touch?” he asked her.
She looked down at her waist and pointed to the front of her diaper.
“That’s right, BabyGirl,” he said, sadly. “Daddy will not make love to you again until you have made all ten changes. Nor will you play with yourself. Nor will Daddy play with you.”
She looked back up to him in horror of the thought. She was an extremely sexual girl – so much so that in order to maintain a balance of personality, she fingered herself throughout the day. In combination with being parted and filled by him at night and then again when they first woke in the morning, she was able to keep a balance of self.
“Do I have your attention know?” he asked softly as she answered with a slow, defeated nod. “BabyGirl, Daddy loves you and this has to happen in order for us to work. You will no longer have access to the bank account, nor will you handle any bills … not until you get control of yourself.”
She closed her eyes as tears streamed down her cheeks. Covering her face with her hands, she began sobbing uncontrollably behind her red pacifier.
He slid the coffee table out of the way and knelt down with her, taking her into his embrace. She wrapped her arms around him and buried her face in his chest, crying without composure.
“It’s okay. Let it all out,” he said lovingly, allowing her to purge her emotions as he rocked her back and forth and patted her diapered bottom. “There’s no getting away from it. You have to face it, but Daddy is gonna face it with you. And together we will wind up in the Happily Ever After we set out to find, not in divorce.”
He held her there for a few minutes, rocking her back and forth slowly as she worked through the realization that she was being made to face the consequences of her actions for the first time in her life.
“Shh, shh, shh,” he whispered, finally quieting her down as he kissed her on the forehead. “Daddy will never leave you … so long as you keep trying. It is when you decide that you’re not gonna change that you will break my heart and destroy what we share.”
He stood, lifted her up into his arms and carried her back to the bedroom. On the way, she wrapped her legs around his waist for the trip. He scooped up her teddy bear from the bed and grabbed one of his white button down shirts from the closet.
He walked back into the hallway and into the kitchen, grabbing the black bag of pacifier from the coffee table along the way.
Setting her on the kitchen table he slid her arms into the button down shirt. Buttoning the shirt, he spoke again.
“The first change was respect,” he said, working the button into their holes. “You achieved my trust that you can be respectful.”
He took the orange pacifier out of the bag and placed it in his pants pocket.
“Obedience is next,” he said, helping her off the table, handing her the teddy bear and grabbing his car keys before turning back to her. “Get to that tenth pacifier, BabyGirl. Get to it.”
He took her by the hand and headed for the front door. She followed him like a lost child. They exited the house and headed for his car. She had no idea where they were going, but dressed in a white button down shirt and her diaper, with pigtails in her hair, a teddy bear in her arms and a red pacifier between her lips, she was determined to make the changes needed – for her Daddy’s happiness and for her own.
They got in his car and drove in the direction of town. The challenge was magnanimous, but they would face it … together.
The story continues in:
Gratification Three: Surrender & Submission
Gratification Three: Surrender & Submission
here is the opening segment of The 10th Pacifier story:
—————————————-
How She Got the 10th Pacifier - Wednesday
Late, Late Friday Night -
Finally, she got a moment to relax, if not just a few seconds to gasp for air without having it taken from her at the same time. And now, with a chance to feel what her mind was denied the opportunity to do, she took in everything that consumed her.
Her bottom was stinging with welts that made the pain throb. Her thighs, bruised and tender to the touch at this point, were enflamed as his weight pressed them into the mattress beneath her. Her mouth was sore from the tasks she had been forced to perform. A lump had formed in her throat from the amount of crying she had let out. She was physically exhausted to the extreme of being drained. She was emotionally exhausted from the three-day mind fucking she had just received.
And he still wasn’t done with her yet.
She hoped what was in his left hand was what she had worked so hard to receive through all of this.
The experience had been one that would leave her an altered, affected soul. And as he began on her again, her thoughts drifted back to the beginning of what he would know as “The Rest of Her Life.”
--------------------------
Wednesday -
They had been married for almost three months and she was as happy as could be. Not only was he her husband, but he was also her Daddy. Not only was she his wife, but she was also his BabyGirl. Their love was dynamic and it had a depth which constantly renewed the connection of souls they shared.
It was Wednesday morning, just about 9:30. She had eaten breakfast with him and now knelt in front of the living room coffee table in pigtails, still dampened from the bath he had just given her. She wore nothing but her diaper and rested her hands on her thighs, awaiting his return from the bedroom. She never expected to be in this position, but the reason why she was there was what filled her with a guilt she couldn’t shake.
They both had taken Wednesday, Thursday and Friday off from work that week and, being as Friday was their official three month anniversary, she figured he had planned three days of newlyweds’ memories.
How right she was … just not in the way she had envisioned.
He returned to her from the bedroom, carrying a small black velvet bag – drawn together at the top with a piece of raw hide string. He sat on the couch and placed the bag on the coffee table between. Folding his hands, he spoke.
“Three month ago, I came to know happiness like I had never known it,” her Daddy said, sweetly and calmly. “But in these first three month of marriage, I also came to know so many things about you I wouldn’t have otherwise.”
Silently, she continued listening, uncertain still of what the problem was that he said they needed to discuss.
“I realized that you’ve never heard the word no from me before,” he stated calmly, but with a more serious tone. “I’m convinced you’ve never heard the word no in your entire life.”
Her brow wrinkled at his implication.
“Princess, I love you with everything that I am and with everything that I’m driven to become. And I will give you all that I am able to,” he continued as his voice became monotone in quality. “I didn’t think a joint bank account would a problem. I was glad to add you onto my account.”
He paused, tightening his lips. She could see the anger in his eyes – an anger he was controlling. She didn’t move a muscle.
“Blowing through 10,000 dollars is bad enough,” he said slowly, choosing his words carefully. “But overdrawing an empty account 7 times in as many weeks … well, there are about to be some changes. So listen to my words with an attention greater than ever before. I’m only going to say this once.”
Her emotions were hurt that he would talk to her this way. And though, she would never admit to it, when they got married and moved in together, she relinquished the domineering side of her personality which she had safely kept hidden during their courtship. And up to this point, it seemed she had him wrapped around her finger.
He opened the black velvet bag and dumped the contents out on the coffee table. Her eyes widened with excitement, but also with confusion.
Pacifier? Ten Pacifiers? Each had their own color. He lined them up in a straight line in front of her.
“There are ten things about you that will change immediately,” he said as he looked at the pacifiers. “Each of these colors represents one of those changes needed.”
He pointed to the first pacifier.
“Red is for rude,” he said as a kindness returned to his voice. “You will no longer be rude. Instead, you’re gonna be respectful from now on.”
Her eyes welled up with tears as he picked up the red pacifier. She looked up at him with a helplessness to her gaze which told the ache now present in her pride.
“This is for your own good, BabyGirl,” he said sweetly. “Daddy needs to rebuild you. And you’ve all ready begun. You’ve shown me respect with your silence …”
He placed the pacifier between her lips and she took the nipple into her mouth.
“And when you make each of these changes, you’ll receive the pacifier that goes along with it,” he said with a full return to his Daddy Voice.
His Daddy Voice always made her feel small. And as she knelt there in just her diaper, she suddenly felt more than just physically naked, but now emotionally exposed. With no ability to fight back, for lack of an unbroken will, she surrendered to the decisions she had made. And for the first time, she truly felt submissive.
She looked down at the nine pacifiers on the table. She pointed to the orange one, now first in the line.
“Orange. You oppose everything you don’t want to do,” he explained. “You need to learn obedience.”
She pointed to the second pacifier, yellow in color.
“Yellow. You constantly yearn for what you don’t have but want,” her Daddy explained. “That yearning for want will become yielding to need.”
She point to the third pacifier.
“Green. Like the color of money and envy,” he said. “Your greediness will become giving.”
She pointed to the fourth pacifier.
“Blue,” he said. “You are very bratty. That needs to become benevolence.”
She pointed to the fifth pacifier.
“Violet. You don’t like change and it vexes you. You’ll learn to be versatile.”
She pointed to the next pacifier.
“White. You whine, BabyGirl, when you should be wishful.”
She pointed to the next pacifier.
“Pink. You pout when you should be patient.”
She pointed to the next pacifier.
“Maroon. When you want something, you become demanding, mean. You will learn to be mindful of others.”
She pointed to the last pacifier and her eyes lit up at its color. It was her favorite color. He had placed that pacifier at the end of the line and there had to be a reason.
“Turquoise,” he said quickly as he scooped up the nine pacifiers, returning them to the black bag. “Turquoise represents your temper tantrums which I won’t stop you from doing ever. But until you find some balance there will be no touch.”
Her eyes grew wide at his statement.
“What does it mean when Daddy says touch?” he asked her.
She looked down at her waist and pointed to the front of her diaper.
“That’s right, BabyGirl,” he said, sadly. “Daddy will not make love to you again until you have made all ten changes. Nor will you play with yourself. Nor will Daddy play with you.”
She looked back up to him in horror of the thought. She was an extremely sexual girl – so much so that in order to maintain a balance of personality, she fingered herself throughout the day. In combination with being parted and filled by him at night and then again when they first woke in the morning, she was able to keep a balance of self.
“Do I have your attention know?” he asked softly as she answered with a slow, defeated nod. “BabyGirl, Daddy loves you and this has to happen in order for us to work. You will no longer have access to the bank account, nor will you handle any bills … not until you get control of yourself.”
She closed her eyes as tears streamed down her cheeks. Covering her face with her hands, she began sobbing uncontrollably behind her red pacifier.
He slid the coffee table out of the way and knelt down with her, taking her into his embrace. She wrapped her arms around him and buried her face in his chest, crying without composure.
“It’s okay. Let it all out,” he said lovingly, allowing her to purge her emotions as he rocked her back and forth and patted her diapered bottom. “There’s no getting away from it. You have to face it, but Daddy is gonna face it with you. And together we will wind up in the Happily Ever After we set out to find, not in divorce.”
He held her there for a few minutes, rocking her back and forth slowly as she worked through the realization that she was being made to face the consequences of her actions for the first time in her life.
“Shh, shh, shh,” he whispered, finally quieting her down as he kissed her on the forehead. “Daddy will never leave you … so long as you keep trying. It is when you decide that you’re not gonna change that you will break my heart and destroy what we share.”
He stood, lifted her up into his arms and carried her back to the bedroom. On the way, she wrapped her legs around his waist for the trip. He scooped up her teddy bear from the bed and grabbed one of his white button down shirts from the closet.
He walked back into the hallway and into the kitchen, grabbing the black bag of pacifier from the coffee table along the way.
Setting her on the kitchen table he slid her arms into the button down shirt. Buttoning the shirt, he spoke again.
“The first change was respect,” he said, working the button into their holes. “You achieved my trust that you can be respectful.”
He took the orange pacifier out of the bag and placed it in his pants pocket.
“Obedience is next,” he said, helping her off the table, handing her the teddy bear and grabbing his car keys before turning back to her. “Get to that tenth pacifier, BabyGirl. Get to it.”
He took her by the hand and headed for the front door. She followed him like a lost child. They exited the house and headed for his car. She had no idea where they were going, but dressed in a white button down shirt and her diaper, with pigtails in her hair, a teddy bear in her arms and a red pacifier between her lips, she was determined to make the changes needed – for her Daddy’s happiness and for her own.
They got in his car and drove in the direction of town. The challenge was magnanimous, but they would face it … together.
The story continues in:
Gratification Three: Surrender & Submission