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Authors: Bella Jackson

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L
ITTLE
S
IOBHAN:
W
ELL, THAT WILL BE A HARD ONE, BUT YOU ARE RIGHT,
I
DID AGREE TO THIS.
D
ADDY
D
OM:
S
INCE WE ARE TALKING ABOUT PUNISHMENT, LET’S TALK ABOUT THE RULES.
Y
OU WILL HAVE RULES TO OBEY AND YOU WILL DOCUMENT THEM AND YOUR ADHERENCE TO THEM IN A JOURNAL.
I
WILL GIVE YOU THE PARAMETERS FOR YOUR JOURNAL IN A SEPARATE EMAIL AFTER WE CHAT.
T
HE JOURNAL WILL BE THE BASIS OF YOUR ACCOUNTABILITY TO ME.
Y
OU CAN SET IT UP ANY WAY YOU WANT USING A
W
ORD DOCUMENT.
Y
OU MUST INCLUDE ALL AREAS
I
REQUIRE IN IT THOUGH.
O
KAY?
L
ITTLE
S
IOBHAN:
I
UNDERSTAND,
D
ADDY.
T
HIS IS SIMILAR TO A
D
OMINANT HAVING HIS SUBMISSIVE KEEP A JOURNAL IN A
BDSM
RELATIONSHIP, RIGHT?
D
ADDY
D
OM:
Y
ES, LITTLE ONE, BUT THIS WILL HAVE SPECIFIC SECTIONS THAT YOU WILL KEEP UPDATED.
W
E WILL REVIEW YOUR PROGRESS REGULARLY.
D
OES THAT ANSWER YOUR QUESTION?
L
ITTLE
S
IOBHAN:
Y
ES,
I
THINK SO.
I
CANNOT BELIEVE HOW MUCH FUN THIS IS.
D
ADDY
D
OM:
T
HAT’S THE POINT OF IT ALL, BABY GIRL.
O
NE LAST THING BEFORE WE SIGN OFF.
I
WANT YOU TO CHANGE YOUR HANDLE FROM
L
ITTLE
S
IOBHAN TO
B
ABY GIRL.
T
HAT’S YOU.
Y
OU ARE MY BABY GIRL!
D
O IT BEFORE THE NEXT TIME WE CHAT.
L
ITTLE
S
IOBHAN:
O
KAY,
D
ADDY.
I
WILL DO WHAT YOU ASK.
D
ADDY
D
OM:
G
OOD GIRL.
T
HAT’S MY LITTLE ONE.
I
HAVE TO GO NOW.
S
AME TIME TOMORROW TO CHAT AGAIN?
L
ITTLE
S
IOBHAN:
O
KAY,
D
ADDY, THAT SOUNDS GOOD.
I
WILL WATCH FOR YOUR EMAIL.
D
ADDY
D
OM:
G
REAT.
I
WILL SEND IT LATER TONIGHT.
U
NTIL TOMORROW.
B
YE.
L
ITTLE
S
IOBHAN:
G
OOD NIGHT,
D
ADDY.
T
HANKS.

 

MESSAGE:
DaddyDom
has signed off
.

 

This is so awesome! I go into my settings and change my handle to “Baby girl” just like Daddy asked. I think I will send him an email before heading to bed.

 

FROM
:
B
ABY GIRL

SUBJECT
:
N
ICE CHAT

 

Dear Daddy,
 
I wanted to send a quick email to thank you for the nice chat tonight. It was great to talk to you live and in person finally. I feel we had a good rapport that will only continue with time. I can’t wait to see your requirements for my journal. The thought of keeping a journal just for you is very thrilling. It gives me butterflies in my stomach. More important, it’s a great idea. I assume you have done this with the other baby girls you have had? Maybe you can tell me more about your interactions in the past with them? I’m just curious. This is all very new to me so you will have to excuse my over-eagerness and incessant questions. I hope you have a lovely day.
 
Respectfully Yours,
Your Baby Girl Siobhan

 

* * *

 

The next morning before heading to work, I check my email to see if Daddy responded and, sure enough, he did.

 

FROM
:
D
ADDY
D
OM

SUBJECT
:
P
AST INTERACTIONS

 

Dear Baby Girl,
 
You asked me to tell you more about my interactions in the past with other baby girls. I will share this with you in this email. As my ad mentioned, I am an experienced Dominant in the BDSM community and I have engaged in both real-life and online role-playing for over fifteen years. I believe in the BDSM mantra of safe, sane, and consensual playing. It has been a while since I have had real-life submissive play. I have taken a break from it and prefer to engage online for now.
As I mentioned in a previous email to you, I am experienced in a wide variety of BDSM scenes including medical play and Master/slave. My interest in age play has been more recent. That type of play is right in line with my need to have complete control, but also to nurture and guide. I have a deep need to take care of someone. Very much along the lines of what you do for your human services occupation—caring for others. I find that age play really allows me to fulfill that role on a much deeper level than other types of BDSM play that I have engaged in.
I have had two other baby girls online, but for various reasons, those relationships ended. I had taken a break from all of it for a while when I decided to get back in the saddle, as they say. The day I posted the ad was my first attempt to come back into the fray and on the very same day, you responded. I consider myself very fortunate that you did.
I hope this answers your question, little one. Until later.
 
Hugs,
Daddy

 

I love his email. I cannot help but wonder more about him and what he may look like. I picture Daddy as a tall, strong man with piercing eyes, stern forehead, and kind smile. A perfect mixture of loving Daddy, strict Daddy, disappointed Daddy, and concerned Daddy. The different personalities melding into the one perfect Daddy. The more he controls me, the more I want him to take control.

Chapter Four

 

 

After a few back-and-forth emails over the next couple of days, Daddy sent me an email with an assignment to complete. On my way home, I pull my car into a parking space at the pharmacy, anxious and eager to please him. I look at the printed email to make sure I follow his directions exactly.

 

FROM
:
D
ADDY
D
OM

SUBJECT
:
A
SSIGNMENT

 

Dear Baby Girl,
 
I have an assignment for you. Over the next week, I want you to put together your own diaper bag. Your diaper bag must include your diapers and plastic panties, baby powder and baby oil, baby wipes, diaper rash cream, baby bowl and spoon, bib, a pacifier, baby bottle, and sippy cup. You will need to purchase the items if you do not already have them.
I hope we can talk tonight.
 
Hugs,
Daddy

 

Walking up and down the aisles, I have this irrational fear that people know why I am here. It is impossible, but my deeply rooted submission is palpable and I am convinced it is written all over my face. Do these people know that I am buying baby items for myself? Thoughts of Daddy overtake and consume me. Going to pick up tampons off the shelf, I instantly think about telling Daddy that my period is coming soon. I pass by the adult incontinence section and look at the various packages of diapers. That familiar clenching deep down reminds me of our emails and his promise to punish me if I am naughty. Wearing my diapers as ordered by my Daddy. Spanked like the naughty girl I was for failing to obey him.

I continue up and down the aisles, gathering the items for my diaper bag. The requirement to purchase real baby items, like the pacifier and baby bottle, is something I initially struggled with. It stretches beyond my interest in age play. This type of play runs the full spectrum range from adults who truly act, talk, and dress like infants to diaper lovers who simply enjoy the feeling of wearing them. The idea of using these items sort of freaks me out. It is a higher level of submission and shame than I feel by simply wearing diapers.

Will he really expect me to suck on a pacifier or baby bottle? Fear creeps into my mind. Even though he won’t see me, it still feels so deviant. Far beyond the deviance I have already engaged in thus far. Using the powder and baby oil won’t be so bad. I wonder how it would feel to rub baby oil over my smooth pussy lips before sealing myself up in a tight and secure diaper.

I get to the area with the bottles and sippy cups. Looking over the selection, I cannot help but smile when I see a bottle covered in Disney princesses. How I love the Disney movies! I never did get to indulge in playing with dolls when I was young. My childhood was stolen by a cruel mother who made demands on me as a child that no child should have to endure. I essentially became the mother to my brothers and was expected to keep the house clean. While I did this, my mother indulged in her favorite pastime, listening to melancholy music in her room while drinking too much alcohol. I was never able to be a normal little girl and enjoy all of the things that little girls enjoy, such as dressing up like a princess or playing with dolls. As I think of this, I reach out and pull the princess bottle off of the shelf. I also see a small spoon and fork set with my favorite Disney princess and put those in my carriage too.

I take my purchases home and lay them all out on my bed. My heart pounds as I place each item in my diaper bag. My diaper bag. The diaper bag Daddy ordered me to obtain. Having a hard time wrapping my head around it, I finish the task and move on to making dinner and being ready by seven for my chat with Daddy.

 

FROM
:
D
ADDY
D
OM

SUBJECT
:
B
ABY
G
IRL
S
IOBHAN’S
J
OURNAL

 

Hi Baby Girl,
 
I am going to be tied up tonight with some unanticipated plans, so we will not be able to chat later. I want to give you the information about your journal so you can get started working on it. I will be around tomorrow and will try to chat with you then. In the meantime, you have work to do, little one, and I want you to make your Daddy proud and do your best.
The title of your journal is as above in the subject line. When I refer to it going forward, I will abbreviate it to be BGSJ. You, however, baby girl, will always refer to your journal by its full and proper title. Understand?
BGSJ should contain the following sections: My Rules to Follow, Assignments from Daddy, Infractions and Punishments, My Health Information, Monitored Activities, and Answers to Daddy’s Questions. You can set it up however you like and in whatever order you like. Each section should be clearly titled.
Under rules, we will add as we go but for now, they are as follows and should be listed in your journal:

 

1. I must always respect and obey Daddy and follow all of my rules.
2. I will always be honest and forthcoming with Daddy, especially with regard to my health and well-being. I will document health information Daddy wants about me under the My Health Information section of my journal.
3. I must always refer to Daddy as Daddy or Sir.
4. I must ask permission to go potty if I am online with Daddy.
5. I will follow Daddy’s instructions about masturbation. I will log all of the times I masturbate in my journal under Monitored Activities.
6. I must maintain my journal in accordance with all of Daddy’s instructions.

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