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"Come here, baby," he says, his soft voice gentle for such a big man. I look up from my book, and see a certain kind of mischevious gleam in his eyes, a slightly toothy half-smile below. How men manage to go through life letting their emotions show so freely on their face is beyond me... but then, leaning on the doorframe, wearing nothing but a pair of briefs, already partly hard inside them, it wouldn't have been hard to pick up on his mood. Tonight is a night where I wouldn't object to some nice play, though. The week is over, and unwinding sounds like an excellent idea.

Setting aside the book, I stand, making a little show of stretching and arching up my chest for him, then swish over to him, my tailtip already flicking just a little, inhaling gently as I fold myself into his arms. His scent is there, the odd spice of lion subtle after a recent shower, but it still makes me relax a little as I nuzzle up under his chin. It's a bit of a surprise to me when he grabs me by the scruff of the neck and starts dragging me towards the bedroom, and I let out a little yelp, momentary fear washing over me before being replaced by a different flavour of anticipation. He knows that I like to be dominated, and while his tastes are usually a little more conventional, every now and again he'll surprise me, using his strength and his extra foot of height over me to toss me around like a kitten. My tail twitches more, and I trot, trying to keep up while he tugs me along, making me stumble without letting me fall.

My eyes widen nervously as he drags me into the bedroom. Every now and again he'll really surprise me...! Set out on the bed are a few of my private playthings, things that... well... let me confess. I have a little diaper fetish. A few times a month, I'll sneak away quietly, get into a soft diaper, and toy with myself for the evening. Once in a while, I'll even let myself have an "accident". It's the smell that does it for me; that subtle sweet smell of powder, and later the scent of.... er.... myself. It's unusual, I know, but scents are so very integral to my libido.

Of course, it's not just diapers that he has out today, which is why I feel nervous. Our "naughty" drawer only has a few ropes, a collar and leash, and a short home-made spreader bar that started life at my work as two feet of leftover copper pipe left behind by a plumber. It's all out on the bed, though, as is.. I look up to him, mewing a soft wordless question, wondering just why he's bought an enema kit, but I already know the answer. He knows I know, so he ignores me, and having let me see what's in store, hoists me up and tosses me onto the only remaining clear area on the bed.

He's on me almost as soon as I land, climbing on top of me and letting out a littly throaty rumble as he pins my elbows under his paws and kisses me roughly. I melt a little bit, knowing the power that he's holding back, and return his kiss lovingly, slowly. Every now and again I wonder just what it would feel like if he wasn't so gentle with me, when even the little bit more force he's using now is enough to fill me with a rush of warm anticipation. He sits back up again, still pinning me down at the hips by simply sitting on me, and uses those big paws of his to slide my shirt up and over my head, hooking his fingers up carefully to take my bra off at the same time.

My top bared now, I start to blush just a little bit. No matter how long we've been together, he always stares at my naked body like he's just seeing me bare for the first time. No, like he's a virgin, seeing everything for the first time. That hungry predatory look that men get, but... more so. I've never minded that, and outside the bedroom we're equals, but when we're in private... for him to show such interest is secretly delicious.

He licks his lips, and places his paws up onto my breasts, playing with my nipples gently as he leans down and bites my neck, letting out another soft growl. As my answering whimper escapes me, he pinches my nipples, then draws away. I look up to him, breathing heavily, and say nothing as he collars me, buckling it tightly. My paws are next, he puts them in wrist-cuffs, and uses a short bit of rope through the ring on the collar to keep my hands tucked up under my chin. I finger the collar gently, and get a little swat on the nose for doing so. I look meekly at him and mutter out a "sorry," but I'm really not. I was checking... not the collar, my beloved mate. Just how dominant he was feeling, and the answer was as I expected, or at least hoped. He's in a very powerful mood today.

He lets his body come to rest lazily on top of me, using one paw and his knees to hold himself up, while still letting enough of his weight rest on me to keep me aware of his body. He kisses me again, and I let my paws cup his chin just a little bit as I kiss back, just as passionately. Fingers tease up and down my sides, petting and testing, and I can feel his shaft hardening more where he's straddling my thigh. I wriggle a little bit under him, enjoying being pinned, and am rewarded with a growl and a bite on the muzzle before he abruptly sits up.

As he starts unbuckling my pants, I become aware of the fact that I'm in a very good mood to match to his, only now realising that I haven't uttered a word of protest to my treatment, not even my usual feigned indigant sounds of protest that we both know are lies.

Once he's gotten my jeans off, he tucks his muzzle down to my panties and smells me, whiskers tickling my thighs, then leers up at me again. He's definitely in quite a mood, based on his body language... and I feel myself getting a little bit wetter as he sizes me up. He climbs up on the bed beside me, propping his head up with one paw while the other probes at my panties. I wriggle my hips, clenching my legs a little bit around his fingers, but he's gotten what he wanted. He lifts his paw up to his nose and scents it, then offers his fingers to me. I reflexively take in my own scent as well, the strong smell of arousal on his paw making my ears turn red.

"And just what do we do with girl who dribble into their panties, baby?" he asks, voice playful. We both know where this is going, but he wants to make a game of it... which is just fine with me.

"We... we take away their panties," I answer meekly, my face feeling a size too small as my blush spreads.

"Oh dear, but then they'll dribble into their jeans instead!" he says gravely, putting his sticky paw back down on me, tracing little lazy circles and spirals through the fur on my tummy and sides. I start to fidget again, looking away shyly, but he slides his paw up to my chest and pinches a nipple hard, making me yelp and look back at him. Meeting his expectant gaze, I stammer out "If little girls have accidents, it means they haven't finished toilet training yet," I gulp shyly. "They have to be kept in diapers..."

He leans back down close to me, putting his muzzle right up close to my ears, and tucking his paw down flat between my thighs once more. "And you're all wet down there..." he prompts. Oh god, he's going to make me ask! He knows I love being embarassed, and he's really going all out tonight, even if it is just a tiny spot of wet arousal between my legs so far.

"Please... I need my diapers," I plead, looking up into his eyes. "I've made my panties all wet and sticky... please diaper me, daddy?" I beg, trying to tuck my paws a little bit to look cuter. It must work, because he sits up, grinning, and starts stripping off my panties, freeing my tail and sliding them down to my ankles... but after he slides one foot free of them, he puts the second leghole around the other ankle, leaving my dampened panties stuck to my calf to remind me of just why I need my diapers. Taking a diaper from the bed beside him, he unfolds it, then lifts me by my ankles and slides it under me before dropping me back down on it with a soft whump.

"Well, we need to make sure that little girls are all clean when they're put into new diapers, right?" He doesn't wait for my answer, leaning down on my hips and pinning me with his arm. I squeak softly, and close my eyes as he starts to lick me gently. His tongue rasps across my folds, not entering me yet. I let out a little murmur, and try to arch up under his attention, but his weight on my hips makes that impossible, and all I can do is squirm needily while he licks up my arousal. The diaper crinkles all the while, my ears twitching to hear the sound. He keeps his attention on me, tongue bathing me all over, starting to sneak that tongue of his a little deeper between my labia , then finally uses his free paw to part me, probing deep inside me, his fingers sliding slickly into me and toying with my sweet spots.

"Hmmmm, it would seem that some little girls just keep dribbling no matter how much you clean them," he observes, watching me pant and squeak. He draws his paw free from me, and I flop back a little bit, butterflies dancing in my tummy as he exaggerates wiping my crotch with the front of the diaper. "Why, at this rate you're going to have the diaper all wet before we can even get you taped up safely into it!" he admonishes me, and I shake my head insistently.

"I can hold it!" I insist, pinkening a little bit more at his raised eyebrows... realising that I'm insisting that I won't wet my diaper until after it's taped up safely, so I defiantly add "I can keep my diaper clean all night if I have to!" He grins abruptly, and I realise that there's something more to the grin.

"Oh, you can hold it, can you, baby?" he says, teasing his fingers back into me. As I nod insistently, he plays with me a little bit more. "Well, then, we'll just have to see how well you can hold back from using your diaper, won't we?" He reaches off to one side, and gets a little vibrating egg that I keep with my diaper supply. I'm fond of it because it's got a remote and a leg strap so I can keep my paws clean while playing with myself. I don't say a word as he pushes it inside me, guiding it with his fingers until it rests almost exactly where I like it anyways. I love how attentive he is.

He pulls his paw free from me, and uses his slick fingers to rub at my tailhole, opening it just a little. My eyes open a little wider, not quite sure what he's doing, and I squirm on the diaper, humiliated as he uses my body's own lubricant to torment me, but when he picks up the nozzle for the enema kit I wince, suddenly realising what he was working towards. He leans back over me, lifting my leg up with one hand while pressing the nozzle into my tailhole with the other.

I don't usually mess my diapers. Once in a very rare while... but a month or so back my love had come home early from martial arts with a sprain. It had been a night when I was in a particularly odd mood, and I'd chosen not to get changed out when I felt my stomach starting to complain. He'd caught me masturbating in a messy seat, so I suppose he figured I did it more often... but we'd not really talked about it. I start to protest shyly, stammering out a few words, but too late. He'd opened up the clasp on the hose, and I feel the cool water rushing into my seat, my tail fluffing out in nervousness. I gathered my thoughts, clamping down on the nozzle as I felt the strange feeling inside me.

"Please, daddy... don't make me mess my diapers," I beg, face red again. "I can stay clean, honest, but not like this!" He shakes his head disappointedly, and just holds the bag up higher where I can see it. It's not entirely full... maybe I can still hold back.

"Baby, you've made a claim, and now I expect you to prove it. You've said that you can keep your diapers clean all night. Well, because I'm feeling nice, I'm not going to make you last all night. But I do expect you to stay clean until after you've used that cute little mouth of yours to make me cum. If you do that, I'll let you change as soon as you're ready." He squeezes the bag a little bit, sending a little rush of water into me, and I feel a little dribble escape around the nozzle before I clamp down reflexively. I look up at him, yelping loudly, and wriggle on the diaper as I realise just what he has in mind for me. "Of course, if you can't keep your little baby pants clean, then I will make you stay in them until bedtime, just so that you learn not to make silly claims next time."

I look away again, whimpering as my tummy starts to feel bloated, but while I want to protest, another part of me is quivering with anticipation. Not being given a choice, being made to mess my diapers... my heart beats a little bit faster, and I've decided. I will give in. I will obey what he wants me to do. If I can just be a good little baby and suck daddy's milk down in time, I can be all nice and clean again quickly.

My beloved - for tonight, my daddy - closes the clamp on the enema hose, and tugs it free, setting it aside, then gets the powder and pours it all over my crotch, rubbing it into my sensitive flesh gently, working his paw lower and spreading the powder over my rump. I lift myself up a little bit, being a good little kitten as he powders my seat. He uses one paw to lift up the diaper's front, tucking it over my tingling crotch, then hoists up my legs and pushes them up into my tummy. I let out a loud grunt, and start breathing shallowly, but with an effort I manage to hold back from dirtying myself... I won't give him the satisfaction of proving him right, that I am such a baby I can't keep clean long enough to get my diapers taped up. He fastens the tail-tab, and lets me down again, and as I whimper, he does up the rest of the tapes.

"What's wrong, baby?" he teases me, rubbing my tummy gently for a moment, then turning the vibrator inside me on to a low-ish setting.

I think of protesting, but decide not to. I'm enjoying myself far more than I should, so I decide to stay in the mood. "I... I want my milk, daddy," I say meekly, and he laughs richly.

"Your 'milk'?" he asks, picking up the pipe we use as a spreader bar.

I fidget, flustered, as he starts to tie the bar to my knees. "I... I want my daddy-milk," I say again, face bright red. "Please, daddy, let me suck on your cock?" I add hopefully.

He purr-rumbles softly, tying the second knot on the spreader bar. "So eager to suck, baby? Why, I'd almost think you're having trouble keeping your pampers clean!" Done with the spreader, he now unfolds my panties a bit, twisting them a few times before pulling them back over my ankles, binding them together with the sticky fabric that had started this all.

I whine more, and shake my head. "N...no daddy... I can still hold it for a while yet," I say meekly. Its not a lie... but I'm not sure how long I will be able to hold it. Not all night... I know that already. He lets out a little "hmph", clearly not believing me at all, and picks me up, carrying me in his arms back out to the living room, before depositing me on my knees in front of the chair I'd been lazing in before he'd come to collect me.

I gulp shyly, looking up at him as he settles into the chair, sitting right on the edge, still wearing his underwear, but now fully erect under them. "No hands, baby, just use your mouth only or you'll get a spanking." he commands, moments before I would have tugged down on his waistband. I whimper again... he's really not making this easy for me! I nibble at his waistband, trying to get a grasp on it without grazing his tummy with my teeth, and have no success at all with how straight he's sitting. I whiiiiiiine more, and think for a moment, then give up and just start running my lips over the bulge in his briefs, mouthing the tip through the cotton. He laughs at me and starts petting my head, and I redden once more, shivering deeply as I fight off a little twinge urging me to just give in and mess my diapers. I'm not sure how much of that is the enema and how much is my own rising libido, but either way I can resist for now.

As I slowly make the front of his underwear wet with my tongue, I have a split-second's vision him taking me in my diapers, the leghole opened up just enough for him to plunge into me, and shyly realise that in my vision, I'm in a well-used diaper. I try to push the image to one side, but it stays with me as I draw the first tastes of pre-cum through his underwear and into my mouth. I finally have an idea, drawing back and using my teeth to nip at the fabric where it's being tented out by his shaft. I get a nice grip on it, and start tugging on it, trying to get his underwear to tug free enough for his penis to pop free from the waistband, but without any success. I tug harder, and am instead rewarded by the underwear tearing diagonally down the front. I look up at him, surprised, as his tip pops out and lands on my nose.

He looks down at me, blinking around his cock, and suddenly laughs. Caught up in the moment, I laugh too, but only for a moment. I soon have his warm shaft wrapped in my lips, and he lets out a contented sigh of happiness. "Well, I guess you really were eager for it...." he teases, then reaches down, nudging the control on the vibrator and making it buzz just a little faster inside me. I moan back, closing my eyes, and take more of his length into my muzzle, having to conciously force myself not to wrap both paws around his delicious treat.

I feel his foot nudging up between my thighs, and as he pushes the arch of his foot up into my crotch, I mew, because it nudges the egg inside me, and I shiver. He chuckles faintly, and I work my jaw a little bit, trying to open it wider so I can get more of his cock into my mouth, working my tongue over it slowly. I shiver again, feeling a little cramp in my tummy, and wherf softly, remembering that I need to be quick if I want to be able to clean up once I'm done. I start to bob a bit faster on daddy's penis, working steadily, but he catches me, one big paw coming to rest at the nape of my neck, forcing me to slow down. I gulp a little bit, whimpering softly, and open my eyes to look up at him.

"Yes, baby, you look very cute making those eyes at me with your mouth all stuffed... but we're doing this on my terms, got it?" He pets me gently, and I merf, slowing to the pace that he's guiding me at. His paw slips away from my head, but I obediently keep going at the pace he set, still looking up at him embarassedly as I suck and lick at him. He nudges my diaper with his foot again, and I twitch, tail fluffing up a little bit as clenching down on the egg makes me nearly have an accident in my diaper. I'm starting to feel a little less confident that I can hold back the enema long enough to make my daddy cum, so I see if I can speed up just a little bit, only to have his paw come back to the back of my head again, slowing me down.

I close my eyes. He doesn't want me to succeed. He wants me to mess my diapers, to humiliate myself while sucking his cock. I keep trying to fight the urge, hoping he might have a bit of mercy, but his paw is staying where it is this time, and he won't let me speed up at all. Another cramp comes, and I nearly lose all control. I shiver deeply, feeling the first little bit of my accident slipping out of me into the diaper, and abruptly open my eyes again, wriggling and merfing loudly up at my mate.

He's looking right back down at me, and shakes his head softly. "Don't talk with your mouth full, baby," he whispers, and I give him a look of anguish as I lose the fight, shuddering deeply and releasing hot mush into my diapers. I cry softly, but can't even still myself; daddy's paw is still on the back of my head, and he forces me to keep going, taking over for me and starting to press his hips forward as well, fucking my face as I tear up a little bit. He knows I'm not too upset, my body betraying me as my tail swishes delightedly behind me, making the diaper rustle.

He keeps going for another minute or two... but as I feel him start to tense up, getting close, he slows back down again, and draws back, his dick coming free of my mouth with a soft pop. "I thought you said you could hold it?" he asks, making a show of sniffing the air.

I lower my eyes to the floor, and to my shame feel a second cramp wash over me. I don't fight it; it's too late. I push a little, and feel the heat in my diaper spread further,. My boyfriend laughs softly. "Obviously not. I guess you're an even bigger baby than I thought you were." He turns my vibrator down to low, gets up and walks away. I whimper, closing my eyes. Is he leaving? He can't! I'm all worked up now... I want to taste him, I want him inside me, I need it! No, wait, he's back, and I look up at him, opening my mouth to protest. Instead, I get a pacifier in my mouth. Momentarily distracted, I look down at it, then back up at him.

"Pull that out or drop it, and I'll tape it in there til the morning." He puts his paws under my armpits, and lifts me to my feet, then turns me and pulls me down over his lap. My eyes widen... he's going to spank me! He's never given me anything more than a couple swats in the bedroom, but now... the sound of his paw striking my seat is odd, the diaper muffling most of it. I feel a little tickle of heat and wetness as my mess is spread around by the force. Surprisingly, it still stings, just a little. He's using that strength of his to power through the resistance of the diaper, and his big paws are wide enough that he can get my entire seat with each swat.

He smacks me again, and I lower my ears, more embarassed than anything else, finding to my surprise that the pacifier is actually a comfort. I hadn't owned one in years; he must have bought it as a surprise for me, and the simple fact that it was a gift from my daddy made it special. Spanking me again and again, I feel strangely loved. You have to care about someone in order to discipline them; you have to think they can do better. I feel a strange little twinge of shame that I had disappointed him, that I couldn't keep my diapers clean. Abruptly, he stops, and stands up, carrying me again.

"Well, little girls who can't keep clean had best stay diapered up for the night, don't you think? But given how much trouble you've had so far, I think that just one diaper isn't nearly absorbent enough, and we'd best get you into a second one." I blush more, whimpering. I tend to buy thick diapers; two of them makes me waddle embarassingly. As he drops me onto the bed once more, I realise that waddling won't be an issue; with my wrists, knees and ankles bound up the way they are, I wouldn't even be able to crawl. I'm totally dependant on my daddy's whims... and to my shame I find that realisation even more arousing, wriggling on the bed as he gets a second diaper out of the bag, sliding it up under me.

He's just about to close it up, so I murmur around the pacifier. "Can you rip the first one in... in case I have more accidents, please, daddy?"

I regret it immediately, as he frowns thunderously down at me. "Babies don't get to decide about their diaper changes!" He lifts me up and gives me a much harder smack on the rump, making me jump a little... he'd still been holding back before! He does do as I ask though, since his knowlege of diapers is pretty slim, putting a couple little tears in the diaper, taping the new one overtop as I sniffle a little bit, feeling guilty about being bad again.

He stands me up again, and drags me out into the living room. "Now, since you were so eager to warn me you were going to have more accidents, I'm going to help you." He pushes me up against the wall, pinning me with one shoulder while opening the front of my waistband. I close my eyes, and shiver, anticipating his mark. It's so demeaning, but the thought of my diapers being used as someone else's toilet is hot to me in my current mood. The first splash hits my tummy, and then he's soaking me, the scent of lion piss rising up to my nose as he fills my diaper up for me, the warm liquid puddling around my bottom. Abruptly, the pacifier vanishes from my mouth, and I open my eyes, breath catching in my lungs, just in time for him to kiss me again. We hold the kiss, just like that, with his meat pressed down into the front of my diaper, as he finishes marking me as his territory.

The diaper swells slowly between my legs as it absorbs his pee. I can't resist, and I let my own bladder release, my own scent mixing with his. He looks down in surprise, patting at my hot padding, and shakes his head before turning the vibrator back up higher. The jolt makes me jump, my stream cutting off midway, almost painful as it's stopped, but I can't bring myself to object as my love puts the pacifier back between my teeth.

He shifts a little bit, holding me up against the wall with his forearm now, using his other paw to toy with me, teasing fingers walking down my flanks. "What am I going to do with you, you naughty little baby?" he asks, clearly amused. I mrrf back at him from behind the pacifier, and arch my hips forward, whining needily. He looks down, amused once more.

"What was that, baby? Did you want something?" he teases. I nod repeatedly, and arch my hips forward at the air once more, while he draws his paw back up to play with my breasts. I'm feeling so very close just from the rush of emotions and the vibrator still buzzing away inside my loins, though my knees are aching from the odd bowlegged stance I have to hold.

"Aww, does baby want to get cummy?" He's speaking in a baby-talk accent now, teasing me again. I nod some more, whining louder, and squirm against the wall needily. My vision of him taking me as I am, wet and messy, and just slamming into me comes back into my head, but he doesn't, to my frustration. He draws back from the wall, and takes me by the scruff again, dragging me back to the chair again and dropping me to my knees. He sits back down and toys with himself, getting himself hard again as he presents himself to me.

"Well, you can't use your mouth like that with your paci in the way, so you'll have to just use your paws, I guess!" I hasten to obey; I'm so horny now that I'll do anything for my love. As I wrap my cuffed paws around his shaft, and start to run my fingers along it, I'm forced to keep my face right next to his shaft; and having it there but not being able to taste it is agony, made all the worse by the burning ache in my tunnel where the vibrator is teasing me. I whimper, hoping he'll let me suck on his treat, but he just lies back, looking up at the cieling. I tear up silently, craving him so very much, and finally have to cheat, just a little. He told me I had to keep the pacifier in my mouth... but if I push it to one side, I can get the tip of my tongue out, and I collect the drop of dew building on his tip.

He lifts his head up and looks down at me, torn between a frown and a smile. He says nothing, but he does lift one paw up and pulls the pacifier out of my muzzle. Before it's even gone, I'm diving onto his penis, drawing most of the length into my muzzle with a contented sigh, holding the base of it with both paws and nursing on it like a good baby on her bottle. It doesn't take long before he starts to pant a bit, and this time when I start to speed up eagerly, he lets me, and as his taste slowly changes from sweet to salty he suddenly lets out a roar, his shaft swelling up and shooting spunk into my mouth. I drink most of it eagerly, but I know how much he loves it when I let it make a mess, so I purposely let some of it drip down on my chin, purring delightedly that he would reward me with his seed. I lick at the tip gently, helping him get the most out of his afterglow, and then let it slide out of my mouth lazily once he finally relaxes. I shift just a little bit, and press myself down on his foot again, mewing, hopeful he'll understand my intense need as well.

He sits up, leans down and kisses the top of my forehead. "That's a good little baby," he tells me, sighing loudly as he pets me. Once he's recovered a little more, he picks up my new pacifier, scoops up some of the cum on my face, then pushes it back in my mouth, letting me taste his flavour once again. He picks me up again and puts me down on my back, and taps at the front of my diaper with his foot. "Just remember, you said you could stay in this all night. I'll come and get you when it's time for your bedtime change." He nudges the vibrator again, leaving it on an agonising tingle that won't be enough to get me to orgasm.

He walks away, and I look at him with dismay... he's just going to leave me like this? I suck on the cummy pacifier worriedly, and whimper. I hope bedtime is soon. I hope when daddy comes to get me, he'll give me a nice hard fucking... or at least let me cum before he puts me in my overnight diapers.