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From the book: Fire & Ice (ABDL BedTime Stories)
here is a flame of the fire:
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The “Naked” BabyGirl -
(Warning: This story is sexual with a twist.)
The BabyGirl lay in her crib, curled up into a fetal ball as she tried to allow the cramp in her stomach to pass. The pain wasn’t so bad in that position and her mind was free to wander with its own thoughts, specifically the fresh memories from last night.
Her eyes were fixated on the twinkle carousel nightlight in the wall socket on the other side of the room. It hardly cast any glow anymore, not while competing with the early morning sunlight that delicate beamed its rays in through the windows, cascading down on her naked skin.
She was well rested and filled with a renewed energy which would carry her into a brand new day of littleness. She was bursting at the seams, but not yet ready to let any of that get-up-and-go out.
For now, she remained peaceful, calmly nursing on her pacifier and while entranced with the nightlight, her mind drifted back to all the blessings she would be eternally grateful for:
She had met a guy online, from a rather off-the-beaten path website, but for both of them it was the perfect path to follow. Prior to exploring what took her out of the vanilla realm, she could only ever marginally find the kind of love which encompassed all she had to offer.
There was a littleness inside her which had never been reached by anyone until she made known it was there, but to do that, she had to trust that person implicitly and he had to be able to fully embrace the Daddy side of what ABDL stood for.
This seemed like a mission impossible to complete, but to her surprise, she had many Daddies to choose from. And he was the one who stood out from all the rest.
In a matter a few short months, she had gone from dreaming of fantasies to living a life where fantasies were reality, where each day produced emotions that went deeper inside her than the day before and where each day she felt more understood by him than anyone else in her life.
He had become her life, her protector, her Daddy, her lover and her world.
The nursery door opened slowly and in her Daddy walked. Her face lit up with joy and her frame shrunk up even smaller with tummy flies that began fluttering around the cramp.
His eyes lit up too and he walked over to the crib, lowering the side and kneeling down to her eye level. She stretched out her arms to him, asking for his hug with her *gimme, gimme* hands. He obliged her request.
“How’s my naked BabyGirl?” he asked sweetly, making reference to the fact that she was only wearing a diaper – a reminder which pulsed that little feeling through her center. “Did you sleep well?”
She nodded enthusiastically before lowering her chin as he felt the diaper between her legs.
“It’s okay, Princess,” he said softly, patting her swollen diaper. “That’s what Daddy expects you to do.”
He turned her over onto her back, noticing that she was keeping her legs bent and her knees pressed against her chest.
“Are you having the tummy cramps?” he asked.
She nodded, sheepishly.
“Let’s work them out,” he said, pulling her knees away from her chest and parting her thighs before placing his hand on the seat of her diaper.
She whimpered as the cramp moved downward.
“Shh. Shh. Shh,” he shushed her softly.
Oh, that little shushing thing her Daddy did always did a number on her free will. In the months they had been together it was that soft Shh, Shh, Shh which took moments of trepidation and turned them into placid submission. She hardly had an ounce of independence left in her soul and unquestioningly did all he instructed her to do. She was naked of struggle and clothed in surrender.
“Relax yourself, Baby,” he said, lightly patting her diaper bottom. “Be a good girl for Daddy and release.”
She relaxed her muscles and filled the seat of her diaper as the cramp dissolved in her tummy. And as she did so, her eyes remained locked onto him – looking for the guidance through yet another moment she could no longer handle on her own.
Her life had become complete in so many ways and there were more avenues to travel with him, more wishes to be met. Somehow along the way, she had found happiness in a place which seemed awkward, but then again, not really – obedience.
What Daddy said to do was what she did. His praise of her actions meant more to her than anything else in her little world.
Last night, her Daddy completed her Big Girl urges with a steady hand and some gloriously wandering fingertips. She came for him, consumed in the rapture of knowing that “A BabyGirl’s Orgasm belongs in her diaper” – and that’s what she had done, just as her Daddy had instructed her to. She was obsessed with him and grew more so each day.
“Daddy is so proud of you, BabyGirl,” he said, patting her diapered bottom, now full. “You are such a good little girl.”
His words, so simple and sweet, melted her. It was a mixture of his tone and the accolades of the message which made them so endearing to her heart.
“All of Daddy’s dreams have all come true because of you, Baby,” he said, seeing the warm, spellbound glow in her irises.
Her mind was regressing slowly but sharply.
“And now it’s time for all of your dreams to come true,” her Daddy said sweetly but sincerely.
In walked a tall beautiful woman with perfect brunette hair and perfect make-up. Her skin was evenly tanned and she wore an attractive outfit with a skirt and nylons, and possessed an aura which would turn any head no matter where she went. She personified the element of attraction that any woman would desire to have.
She moved with an elegance which matched her dressed to the "nines" appearance as she approached the crib side with the clicks of her heels to the wooden floor.
The BabyGirl, still in a state of bliss, looked back to her Daddy. He smiled at her sweetly and patted her diapered bottom, reminding her of the mess she had made of herself while also reminding her that she was a BabyGirl – the polar opposite of who had just walked in.
“BabyGirl, you have mentioned on many occasions that your dreams sometimes include a Mommy who tends to your little needs and your Big ones,” he explained. “Daddy has decided that what you are dreaming about is something you truly desire … female attention.”
The BabyGirl’s eyes glazed over at the realization that her Daddy had read into what she was saying. A mixture of humiliation, embarrassment and thrill swirled around inside her and she nodded to him. She was naked of other reasoning and clothed with the acceptance of the truth.
“This lady’s name is Marilyn, but you’ll be calling her Mommy,” he said. “And Daddy expects you to be a good girl for her at all times, too. Is that understood?”
She nodded without question and looked up at the woman she would call Mommy. The lady smiled sweetly back at her and knelt alongside her.
“Hello,” the lady greeted her with a tone which showed the maternal grace within her.
The BabyGirl gave her a little girl’s wave with her fingers.
“Your Daddy tells me that you are a Princess. Is this true?” the lady asked with an almost song-like quality which was so alluring and inviting.
The BabyGirl smiled sweetly behind her pacifier before nodding with happiness.
“I can see why he calls you his Princess,” the lady said while sitting alongside her on the edge of the crib mattress. “It’s because you are such a good little girl.”
She unfastened the tapes of the BabyGirl’s diaper. This brought the BabyGirl back to the moment and introduced a different kind of flutterflies to her tummy – the kind she had felt in her dreams, but never in reality.
The front of her diaper was folded down and placed flat between her parted legs. Her face turned beet-red, knowing her exposure revealed a humiliating mess.
“It’s okay, Sweetie,” the Mommy said, lifting the BabyGirl’s legs up.
There was no modesty the BabyGirl could retain.
“Your skin is so smooth,” the Mommy said softly, taking a wipe to her bottom.
The BabyGirl put a pouty face on and before she was able to start crying, her Daddy returned to her side.
“Shh, Shh, Shh,” he shushed while placing his fingertips on her forehead and delicately dragging them down the contours of her face.
Her focus went to him, feeling the distraction of being wiped clean as a background to his eyes.
“Be a good girl,” her Daddy instructed, lovingly while stroking her cheeks and tracing her eyebrows with his fingertips. “You’re such a little baby. It’s hard to understand how you feel and what you want, isn’t it?”
The BabyGirl nodded, enjoying the relief of being clean and feeling her lower half being lowered down onto a new diaper. The loving caress of the Mommy’s fingers continued as she took a wipe to the BabyGirl’s front.
“There were others things about that dream, weren’t there?” he asked.
She nodded, knowing exactly what he meant.
“And you’re going to be a very good girl, aren’t you?” he asked.
She nodded again, feeling her heartbeat begin to race and a tingle begin to wash over her senses.
Without any warning, the Mommy leaned over and wrapped her ruby red lips around the soft outer labia of the BabyGirl’s peach. The BabyGirl shuddered and gasped for air, looking up to her Daddy for permission.
“You’ll learn to enjoy female attention,” he said, stroking her hair back. “You dreamed about it and now you’ll know what it feels like.”
The BabyGirl felt so small by his words, but was being given Big Girl jolts by the Mommy’s actions.
“She’s going to be very gentle with you, Baby,” her Daddy reassured her. “Follow what your body is telling you to do.”
Keeping eye contact with her Daddy, the BabyGirl began to rock her hips as the licking sensations directed her. But her mind was still so confused. What Mommy was doing to her felt so good, but it wasn’t Daddy doing it.
She twitched again as Mommy began to find the sensitive spots. Then she began to shake, nursing her pacifier feverishly. Her breathing increased and she began to whimper at the influx of sensations forming between her legs.
Her Daddy pinned her arms on either side of her on the crib mattress as she began to cum.
And all the while Daddy kept whispering to her.
“Daddy is so proud of you. Get all of those Big Girl Urges out. Cum for Daddy,” he said with a syrupy tone. “That’s a good little bi-girl.”
The BabyGirl looked up at her Daddy, realizing he was right. And then her orgasm hit.
She heaved her chest up, arching her back as high as it could go and continued whimpering instead of moaning, as her Daddy had instructed her before, until she collapsed back to the mattress in exhaustion.
She laid there for a few moments, enjoying the afterglow as it washed over her frame. Her confusion was gone and her eyes opened slowly as he Daddy continued praising her.
“You were such a good girl,” she heard her Daddy say as she felt the lady powdering her and fastening her diaper into place. “You were such a perfect little angel. And Daddy is very proud of you.”
She melted again and clung to his chest as he lifted her up into his arms, carrying her out to the living room.
“I wanted you to know, BabyGirl. I wanted you to know what each one of your dreams says about you,” he said softly. “And Daddy loves you dearly … like no other.”
It was then that she grasped what he had just done for her. She recalled a statement he had made to her many times before:
“BabyGirl, always follow your heart. It has the finest GPS you will ever know and it will never lead you astray.”
There was no way she could’ve ever told him that she might be bi-sexual and to keep that secret from him would’ve been wrong. She hinted it to him as a dream she had. And he had gotten the hint.
And now that he knew, he still hadn’t run. It hadn’t changed the way he felt about her and it hadn’t changed who they were as a couple. And at long last, she no longer had to hide it from him.
The Mommy sat on the couch and he placed the BabyGirl across her lap. She watched as the Mommy began to unbutton her blouse and lower her bra from her left breast.
The BabyGirl whimpered a small fuss behind her pacifier.
“Shh, Shh, Shh,” she heard the Mommy whisper.
Flutterflies entered the BabyGirl’s tummy again as the Shh, Shh, Shhs did their number on her senses.
Cradling her, the Mommy raised the BabyGirl’s head up, connecting her mouth with the breast nipple.
The BabyGirl closed her eyes and took the nipple in her mouth, beginning to gently draw from it as her little fingertips touched Mommy’s chest. The breast milk flowed into the BabyGirl’s mouth and she swallowed it. It was a warm fluid with no flavor, but it coated her stomach just the same.
The Mommy’s arms wrapped around the BabyGirl and comforted her as did the tender pats to her diapered bottom. The heat emitting from her chest as well as the sweet scent she was wearing filled the BabyGirl‘s mind and senses, making clear the maternal affection that the Mommy had for her.
While nursing, the BabyGirl took notice to and began to embrace the difference between how grown-up Mommy was and how infantile she was.
The BabyGirl closed her eyes again, realizing that on this day, she had become understood just a little bit more.
She was naked of unmet dreams and clothed with exposure of all that she wished for.
here is a flame of the fire:
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The “Naked” BabyGirl -
(Warning: This story is sexual with a twist.)
The BabyGirl lay in her crib, curled up into a fetal ball as she tried to allow the cramp in her stomach to pass. The pain wasn’t so bad in that position and her mind was free to wander with its own thoughts, specifically the fresh memories from last night.
Her eyes were fixated on the twinkle carousel nightlight in the wall socket on the other side of the room. It hardly cast any glow anymore, not while competing with the early morning sunlight that delicate beamed its rays in through the windows, cascading down on her naked skin.
She was well rested and filled with a renewed energy which would carry her into a brand new day of littleness. She was bursting at the seams, but not yet ready to let any of that get-up-and-go out.
For now, she remained peaceful, calmly nursing on her pacifier and while entranced with the nightlight, her mind drifted back to all the blessings she would be eternally grateful for:
She had met a guy online, from a rather off-the-beaten path website, but for both of them it was the perfect path to follow. Prior to exploring what took her out of the vanilla realm, she could only ever marginally find the kind of love which encompassed all she had to offer.
There was a littleness inside her which had never been reached by anyone until she made known it was there, but to do that, she had to trust that person implicitly and he had to be able to fully embrace the Daddy side of what ABDL stood for.
This seemed like a mission impossible to complete, but to her surprise, she had many Daddies to choose from. And he was the one who stood out from all the rest.
In a matter a few short months, she had gone from dreaming of fantasies to living a life where fantasies were reality, where each day produced emotions that went deeper inside her than the day before and where each day she felt more understood by him than anyone else in her life.
He had become her life, her protector, her Daddy, her lover and her world.
The nursery door opened slowly and in her Daddy walked. Her face lit up with joy and her frame shrunk up even smaller with tummy flies that began fluttering around the cramp.
His eyes lit up too and he walked over to the crib, lowering the side and kneeling down to her eye level. She stretched out her arms to him, asking for his hug with her *gimme, gimme* hands. He obliged her request.
“How’s my naked BabyGirl?” he asked sweetly, making reference to the fact that she was only wearing a diaper – a reminder which pulsed that little feeling through her center. “Did you sleep well?”
She nodded enthusiastically before lowering her chin as he felt the diaper between her legs.
“It’s okay, Princess,” he said softly, patting her swollen diaper. “That’s what Daddy expects you to do.”
He turned her over onto her back, noticing that she was keeping her legs bent and her knees pressed against her chest.
“Are you having the tummy cramps?” he asked.
She nodded, sheepishly.
“Let’s work them out,” he said, pulling her knees away from her chest and parting her thighs before placing his hand on the seat of her diaper.
She whimpered as the cramp moved downward.
“Shh. Shh. Shh,” he shushed her softly.
Oh, that little shushing thing her Daddy did always did a number on her free will. In the months they had been together it was that soft Shh, Shh, Shh which took moments of trepidation and turned them into placid submission. She hardly had an ounce of independence left in her soul and unquestioningly did all he instructed her to do. She was naked of struggle and clothed in surrender.
“Relax yourself, Baby,” he said, lightly patting her diaper bottom. “Be a good girl for Daddy and release.”
She relaxed her muscles and filled the seat of her diaper as the cramp dissolved in her tummy. And as she did so, her eyes remained locked onto him – looking for the guidance through yet another moment she could no longer handle on her own.
Her life had become complete in so many ways and there were more avenues to travel with him, more wishes to be met. Somehow along the way, she had found happiness in a place which seemed awkward, but then again, not really – obedience.
What Daddy said to do was what she did. His praise of her actions meant more to her than anything else in her little world.
Last night, her Daddy completed her Big Girl urges with a steady hand and some gloriously wandering fingertips. She came for him, consumed in the rapture of knowing that “A BabyGirl’s Orgasm belongs in her diaper” – and that’s what she had done, just as her Daddy had instructed her to. She was obsessed with him and grew more so each day.
“Daddy is so proud of you, BabyGirl,” he said, patting her diapered bottom, now full. “You are such a good little girl.”
His words, so simple and sweet, melted her. It was a mixture of his tone and the accolades of the message which made them so endearing to her heart.
“All of Daddy’s dreams have all come true because of you, Baby,” he said, seeing the warm, spellbound glow in her irises.
Her mind was regressing slowly but sharply.
“And now it’s time for all of your dreams to come true,” her Daddy said sweetly but sincerely.
In walked a tall beautiful woman with perfect brunette hair and perfect make-up. Her skin was evenly tanned and she wore an attractive outfit with a skirt and nylons, and possessed an aura which would turn any head no matter where she went. She personified the element of attraction that any woman would desire to have.
She moved with an elegance which matched her dressed to the "nines" appearance as she approached the crib side with the clicks of her heels to the wooden floor.
The BabyGirl, still in a state of bliss, looked back to her Daddy. He smiled at her sweetly and patted her diapered bottom, reminding her of the mess she had made of herself while also reminding her that she was a BabyGirl – the polar opposite of who had just walked in.
“BabyGirl, you have mentioned on many occasions that your dreams sometimes include a Mommy who tends to your little needs and your Big ones,” he explained. “Daddy has decided that what you are dreaming about is something you truly desire … female attention.”
The BabyGirl’s eyes glazed over at the realization that her Daddy had read into what she was saying. A mixture of humiliation, embarrassment and thrill swirled around inside her and she nodded to him. She was naked of other reasoning and clothed with the acceptance of the truth.
“This lady’s name is Marilyn, but you’ll be calling her Mommy,” he said. “And Daddy expects you to be a good girl for her at all times, too. Is that understood?”
She nodded without question and looked up at the woman she would call Mommy. The lady smiled sweetly back at her and knelt alongside her.
“Hello,” the lady greeted her with a tone which showed the maternal grace within her.
The BabyGirl gave her a little girl’s wave with her fingers.
“Your Daddy tells me that you are a Princess. Is this true?” the lady asked with an almost song-like quality which was so alluring and inviting.
The BabyGirl smiled sweetly behind her pacifier before nodding with happiness.
“I can see why he calls you his Princess,” the lady said while sitting alongside her on the edge of the crib mattress. “It’s because you are such a good little girl.”
She unfastened the tapes of the BabyGirl’s diaper. This brought the BabyGirl back to the moment and introduced a different kind of flutterflies to her tummy – the kind she had felt in her dreams, but never in reality.
The front of her diaper was folded down and placed flat between her parted legs. Her face turned beet-red, knowing her exposure revealed a humiliating mess.
“It’s okay, Sweetie,” the Mommy said, lifting the BabyGirl’s legs up.
There was no modesty the BabyGirl could retain.
“Your skin is so smooth,” the Mommy said softly, taking a wipe to her bottom.
The BabyGirl put a pouty face on and before she was able to start crying, her Daddy returned to her side.
“Shh, Shh, Shh,” he shushed while placing his fingertips on her forehead and delicately dragging them down the contours of her face.
Her focus went to him, feeling the distraction of being wiped clean as a background to his eyes.
“Be a good girl,” her Daddy instructed, lovingly while stroking her cheeks and tracing her eyebrows with his fingertips. “You’re such a little baby. It’s hard to understand how you feel and what you want, isn’t it?”
The BabyGirl nodded, enjoying the relief of being clean and feeling her lower half being lowered down onto a new diaper. The loving caress of the Mommy’s fingers continued as she took a wipe to the BabyGirl’s front.
“There were others things about that dream, weren’t there?” he asked.
She nodded, knowing exactly what he meant.
“And you’re going to be a very good girl, aren’t you?” he asked.
She nodded again, feeling her heartbeat begin to race and a tingle begin to wash over her senses.
Without any warning, the Mommy leaned over and wrapped her ruby red lips around the soft outer labia of the BabyGirl’s peach. The BabyGirl shuddered and gasped for air, looking up to her Daddy for permission.
“You’ll learn to enjoy female attention,” he said, stroking her hair back. “You dreamed about it and now you’ll know what it feels like.”
The BabyGirl felt so small by his words, but was being given Big Girl jolts by the Mommy’s actions.
“She’s going to be very gentle with you, Baby,” her Daddy reassured her. “Follow what your body is telling you to do.”
Keeping eye contact with her Daddy, the BabyGirl began to rock her hips as the licking sensations directed her. But her mind was still so confused. What Mommy was doing to her felt so good, but it wasn’t Daddy doing it.
She twitched again as Mommy began to find the sensitive spots. Then she began to shake, nursing her pacifier feverishly. Her breathing increased and she began to whimper at the influx of sensations forming between her legs.
Her Daddy pinned her arms on either side of her on the crib mattress as she began to cum.
And all the while Daddy kept whispering to her.
“Daddy is so proud of you. Get all of those Big Girl Urges out. Cum for Daddy,” he said with a syrupy tone. “That’s a good little bi-girl.”
The BabyGirl looked up at her Daddy, realizing he was right. And then her orgasm hit.
She heaved her chest up, arching her back as high as it could go and continued whimpering instead of moaning, as her Daddy had instructed her before, until she collapsed back to the mattress in exhaustion.
She laid there for a few moments, enjoying the afterglow as it washed over her frame. Her confusion was gone and her eyes opened slowly as he Daddy continued praising her.
“You were such a good girl,” she heard her Daddy say as she felt the lady powdering her and fastening her diaper into place. “You were such a perfect little angel. And Daddy is very proud of you.”
She melted again and clung to his chest as he lifted her up into his arms, carrying her out to the living room.
“I wanted you to know, BabyGirl. I wanted you to know what each one of your dreams says about you,” he said softly. “And Daddy loves you dearly … like no other.”
It was then that she grasped what he had just done for her. She recalled a statement he had made to her many times before:
“BabyGirl, always follow your heart. It has the finest GPS you will ever know and it will never lead you astray.”
There was no way she could’ve ever told him that she might be bi-sexual and to keep that secret from him would’ve been wrong. She hinted it to him as a dream she had. And he had gotten the hint.
And now that he knew, he still hadn’t run. It hadn’t changed the way he felt about her and it hadn’t changed who they were as a couple. And at long last, she no longer had to hide it from him.
The Mommy sat on the couch and he placed the BabyGirl across her lap. She watched as the Mommy began to unbutton her blouse and lower her bra from her left breast.
The BabyGirl whimpered a small fuss behind her pacifier.
“Shh, Shh, Shh,” she heard the Mommy whisper.
Flutterflies entered the BabyGirl’s tummy again as the Shh, Shh, Shhs did their number on her senses.
Cradling her, the Mommy raised the BabyGirl’s head up, connecting her mouth with the breast nipple.
The BabyGirl closed her eyes and took the nipple in her mouth, beginning to gently draw from it as her little fingertips touched Mommy’s chest. The breast milk flowed into the BabyGirl’s mouth and she swallowed it. It was a warm fluid with no flavor, but it coated her stomach just the same.
The Mommy’s arms wrapped around the BabyGirl and comforted her as did the tender pats to her diapered bottom. The heat emitting from her chest as well as the sweet scent she was wearing filled the BabyGirl‘s mind and senses, making clear the maternal affection that the Mommy had for her.
While nursing, the BabyGirl took notice to and began to embrace the difference between how grown-up Mommy was and how infantile she was.
The BabyGirl closed her eyes again, realizing that on this day, she had become understood just a little bit more.
She was naked of unmet dreams and clothed with exposure of all that she wished for.