Posted by stinky baby girl on March 12, 2006 at 03:11 [67.68.204.140]
I am posting this as part of my punishment. If it were up to me I would never do this, but, it's not. The man I live with, the man who has been my "Daddy" for the last four months is making me do this. He wants me to write an essay and post it publicly describing my life as his babygirl and how and why I am being punished. He knows how shy I am and how hard this is for me but my punishment will continue until he is satisfied.
I am 27 years old and female. At least I used to be. For as far back as I can remember I have had an interest in ageplay. Even before I knew what to call it, before I knew there were others who felt the same way, I would daydream about being a little girl again. No, not being a little girl, being treated like one. I have no idea why but the idea of an adult woman being treated like a child both excited me and filled me with shame. I never considered the idea of sharing this with anyone. I was too embarassed.
For the longest time I "lurked" on websites like this one, never posting myself but reading about the adventures of others. 14 months ago I got the courage to respond to a daddy's posting on this website and we began an online relationship.
What I liked about his posting was that not only was he from my area but he was looking for a little girl not an "baby". There just aren't as many sites for LG's as there are for AB's. And I was never interested in diapers. In my mind I was a girl of five or six.
My new daddy and I chatted online for a while and when I felt comfortable enough I met with him. It wasn't long before began spending the night, then weekends, then weeklong visits. He is older, mid 40's and divorced. I spent each visit as his little girl. My hair was always in pigtails and tied with ribbons. I was dressed in little girl clothes. More and more pretty ruffeled dresses appeared each time I came to visit. I was tucked into my own bed in my own room each night after being read to. I was cared for and loved and on occassion, I was punished for inappropriate behaviour. But as we agreed, there was no sex of any kind.
In between visits all I could think of was Him. Each time I did visit I would receive new clothes and toys and new additions to what I came to consider "my room".
Six months ago I was laid off from my job. When I informed
daddy he made me an offer. He asked me to come live with him
as his little girl full time. I read about others who live 24/7 in ageplay relationships but never beleived them. At any rate I decided to give it a try.
Four months ago I began my new life as a little girl. At home I was dressed in pink ruffeled dresses and in public I was allowed school girl uniforms. It hasn't been easy but, ashamed as I am to admit, the huniliation was very exciting.
If ever I did protest I was immediately exposed and spanked until I agreed to whatever daddy wanted.
As difficult as it was is nothing compared to what I am facing now. You see, it has been four months without a break. While sex is not part of my life, the constant stimulation was too hard to bare without an outlet.
I began sneaking out of my room after daddy had gone to bed and relieving my tension in the bathroom. Last night however, the bathroom door flung open and daddy caught me sitting on the toilet lid, my pink pajama bottoms around my ankles and my hands between my legs touching myself in a decidedly unlittle girl way.
My shock and embarrasment at being caught like this was overshadowed by the fear of what he would do to me and feeling that I trul desreved whatever punishment he deemed fit.
All he did was send me back to bed telling me he would deal with me inthe morning. I spent last night tossing and turning, worring about what was going to happen. I must have fallen asleep because daddy woke me up this morning and marched right to the armchair in the living room that he sat in when he spanked me. I stood in front of him as he lectured me still rubbing the sleep from my eyes.
The drowsyness vanished when I heard him say that since I had misused the bathroom It would be off limits until I learned what it was for. He then told me to remove my pajama bottoms and lie on the floor , which I did. Very quickly my legs were raised up by the ankels and a diaper was slid beneath me and secured into place. I was helped to my feet and sent to the corner to face the wall.
Daddy wants me to describe how it made me feel. The truth is
mostly I was relieved I wasn't getting a spanking. But that relief turned to fear when I was told that I would be kept in diapers until he decided I was ready to begin potty training.
I have to admit that sa humiliating as it is for a grown woman to be treated like a child it is worse for the child she has become to find herself treated as a baby.
I spent the whole day in diapers. It was easier than I thought it would be to wet them And I was changed right away. Last night I was sent to bed in a clean diaper and tucked in. All night I had been fighting the growing need building in my bowels. I didn't dare sneak off to the bathroom again but nor did I want to mess myself. Just before dawn I couldn't fight it anymore and, crying with shame, I filled my diaper. Immediately I called out for daddy who rushed into my room and I tearfully asked him to change me. He calmly said it was too early and if I was good he would change me in the morning. The next few hours were the longest of my life, lying in bed in a smelly diaper watching the sun come up and waiting for daddy.
when he finnally opened my door he helped me off the bed and led me to the computer. I stood next to him as as he pulled up this website and sat me down. I was told that I would be changed after writing this essay and then only if he liked what I wrote. So here I have been for the last hour, telling my story, sitting in a messy diaper hoping to be changed.