paddedlittleparadise: “…And based on current flight conditions, we should be arriving a
paddedlittleparadise: “…And based on current flight conditions, we should be arriving at our destination right on time, at about 6:48 - Pacific Time, of course. In the meantime, just relax, sit back, and enjoy your flight!” The staticky, indistinct voice of our pilot cuts out, and I glance down in trepidation. My cheery Hello Kitty watch beams back at me, the little hand firmly on the one and the big hand drifting toward the three. Oh, poopy. And this is already on the right time zone, too… That means, let’s see…, how many hours until we land?“Don’t worry, kitten,” Daddy’s voice rumbles from the seat beside me. His strong fingers meander confidently across my leg as he leans down to whisper in my ear. “That’s only five and a half hours to go. I’m sure we can find plenty to do to keep you a happy little girl in the meantime, can’t we?” I nod hesitantly, my brain swirling as I think back to earlier that morning. I’d blushingly watched him pack his sleek leather traveler’s bag - what he has jokingly termed our diaper bag - in preparation for our transcontinental flight back home. “I can’t expect my little one to make it all that long way without some protection!” he’d smiled - and in had gone two of my favorite diapers. But that hadn’t been all, not by a long shot…I only found out what Daddy had in mind for me after security, of course. Once through the maze of scary machines and noisy fellow passengers, he’d taken me firmly by the hand and led the way to the family restroom. There, as I lay on the floor atop our portable changing mat, I felt Daddy massaging my bared princess parts in that incredible way he has; but then, I was startled to feel him gently slipping in my little remote-controlled bullet vibrator. “Shh, no whining!” Daddy chided, smiling down at my embarrassed expression as he deftly lotioned me, dusted me with powder, and taped me snugly into my thick, pink, boostered padding. “For some reason I have a feeling that my little kitten won’t be able to make it all the way home with dry pants. We can’t have you making messy little puddles in your seat, now, can we?”I blush at the memory and shift uneasily in my seat, even now feeling that little toy resting softly inside me, ready to spring into life whenever Daddy chooses. But even the prospect of being teased into silent orgasm with a vibrator while strapped in here, trapped, among three hundred other people isn’t what is uppermost in my mind. No, I am in fact far more preoccupied with the increasingly insistent cramping that has been emanating from my belly for the last hour. I’ve never been very good at holding my messes once the cramps start, and…well, if I know anything about Daddy I would say that these cramps are precisely what he’s planned on. He did feed me an extra-big, yummy breakfast this morning - oatmeal with fruit - and only now am I beginning to realize that he’s probably just fed me one of his high-fiber, mess-inducing mixtures of psyllium husk and prunes…Once more I squirm uncomfortably in my seat, my mind is filling with images of losing control, of disgracing myself by filling my pants in front of these hundreds of people. But then I hear his voice in my ear again. “Aww, is my little one getting cranky? Don’t worry, I have just the thing to entertain her!” He grins and produces my favorite pink headphones, which we’ve decorated with pretty sparkly stickers. They’re noise-isolating, and as soon as they slip over my ears the noise of the plane abruptly disappears. In the sudden hush I hear the gentle tinkle of my favorite nursery lullabies, and speaking gently over them…what? Daddy’s voice?“Hush, princess,” his voice coos in my ears, surrounding me in a warm wash of sound. “You’re going to be okay. This is a very special story time I’ve made for you, just for you to listen to while we’re on this long, long trip. You’re going to listen to all of it, baby. I’m going to be sitting right next to you, and I’m going to make sure you listen like a good little girl should…” I gulp, my heart beginning to race, even as my belly gurgles audibly. Daddy, please, I don’t know if I can handle this… I want you to tease me, dominate me, control me…but like this?“You look so pretty and sweet sitting there in your seat, kitten,” his voice continues smoothly. “I’ve just fed you a nice big breakfast that’s filled you up so well… But it’s probably not going to stay inside you very long, is it? Oh, don’t worry, baby! You’ve been very good and taking your Nullo medicine every day, remember? So no matter how messy my little girl makes that pretty pink diaper of hers, no one is going to notice any stinky, icky smell. No, of course not! The only way they’ll be able to tell is if you squirm and make noise and look all embarrassed… And little babies like you don’t need to be embarrassed, honey! You need your diapers, and Daddy knows that you’re going to fill them and soak them lots of times before we’re home…”Oh, God… This is so intense, more intimate and humiliating than anything I’ve yet experienced. Can I hold on? I love pleasing Daddy, of course - but I’m also desperate to avoid humiliating myself… I need to show him and myself that I don’t actually, truly my diapers. I have to prove that I’m not actually a messy, dirty little baby girl… But as my belly cramps once more, I’m not so sure that I’ll be able to hold out…(To be concluded!) -- source link
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