Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
I almost can’t breathe. He’s so certain, and it’s so scary. But he’s only asking me to lie down and listen right now. I can do that. I slide under the covers and prop the phone against the pillow next to me so I can still see his face.
He leans out of range for a moment and returns holding up a book. “Ready?”
“Yes, Sir.” I snuggle with Cottontail and close my eyes. A contentment envelops me as his deep voice begins to weave the tail about a tiny kitten and the family who adopts her.
I’m smiling as I struggle to stay awake. I’m pretty sure I only hear about two pages, but that’s okay. Daddy can read more of it to me later.
Daddy?
Later?
Chapter Five
When I wake up the next morning, I feel better than I have in days. Perhaps weeks. I slept all night without moving. My phone is still propped up in front of me, but the screen is black.
I roll onto my back and smile. I can’t believe I’m even contemplating a trip to Regression Island, but I am. I totally am. Maybe I have been for longer than I’m willing to admit.
It’s scary. Really scary. Elijah is right though. In a convoluted way, I don’t have a choice. If I don’t go, I’ll always wonder what if. If I do go, I’m risking my heart, but I’ve read enough English lit to know it’s better to have lived and loved.
When I pick up my phone, I see there is a text from Elijah.
Good morning, Little bunny. There’s a package at your front door. Go get it, and call me before you open it.
I grin, wondering what he would have sent me. Giggling as if it’s Christmas morning, I throw the covers back and rush toward the front door. I don’t even consider the fact that I’m wearing nothing more than my nightgown as I open the door to snag the box.
Luckily, I glance up and discover none of my neighbors are in front of my townhouse staring at me. I quickly shut and lock the door before carrying the box back to my bed.
It’s kind of large and sort of heavy. As soon as I’m sitting cross-legged on my bed with the box in front of me, I snag my phone to call Elijah using the video chat we were using last night.
He picks up on the first ring, and my heart races as he smiles at me. “Good morning, Little bunny. Did you sleep well?”
“Better than I have in weeks. I think it was the story.”
He chuckles. “I bet it was a combination of the orgasm, getting some things off your chest, and maybe the story.”
I shrug. “Maybe.” I’m not ready to discuss my masturbation in the daylight.
“Open the box, Little bunny.”
I set the phone down and carefully rip the tape up the side and across the top so I don’t have to go get scissors. When it’s finally open, I fold the flaps back and look inside. I gasp.
“Pick up the phone, Petra,” Elijah orders.
I lift it, but my hands are shaking now.
“Don’t panic.”
“It’s filled with adult baby things,” I tell him unnecessarily.
“I know. I sent it.” He’s still smiling. “I wanted you to try a few things to see how they make you feel.”
“I don’t know. That’s a huge step.”
“It’s a baby step, Petra. I’m giving you the opportunity to explore a younger age in your home on the mainland alone. There’s no one around to judge you. It’s a safe way to experiment without coming all the way here.”
“Oh.” He’s right. It would be safer and less stressful.
“Did you go potty before you called me?”
I slowly shake my head.
“Good. I want you to put on one of the diapers and use it. Lie back. Let yourself relax. Take some deep breaths. Let your bladder release. Then stay right there for a little while. Get used to the feel of the warm thickness between your legs. Let yourself adjust and just be. Give it fifteen or twenty minutes.”
“I don’t know, Sir…”
“Can it hurt to try?”
I chew on my lip as I pull a diaper out of the box. It’s hard to keep from smiling since it’s pink and covered with bunnies. Who am I hurting by trying? It’s just a diaper. It doesn’t have to mean anything. If I use it, I won’t suddenly become dependent or anything.
“How long does it take for Littles to become diaper dependent?” I ask in all seriousness. It seems like an important question.
“It’s different for everyone, Little bunny. Some never do. They have to consciously use a diaper every time. Some stop trying so hard to hold it after a while. It takes a pretty long time to become so dependent that you couldn’t return to the mainland and wear panties without having an accident though, Petra. It won’t happen in a day or even a few weeks. I promise.”