Daddy's Collection: 8 DDLG Stories

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DLDG is nothing like that! IT’S NOT AN ACTUAL RELATIONSHIP BETWEEN A FATHER AND DAUGHTER — IT IS A FUN ROLEPLAY BETWEEN TWO CONSENTING ADULTS! I considered leaving. Even pulled out my phone to text Taylor that I was going to call an Uber and leave. But there was an unknown feeling in my heart. I was curious. I wanted to know more about what was going on. He grabbed a new diaper, you let him slide it underneath your hips. He wiped and powdered you thoroughly, giving you lots of praise and baby talk in between. Your face was bright red. Taylor,” I said sternly, trying to get her attention. To show that I needed her to notice, I grabbed her hand to make her face me. “What is this?” I demanded. She looked at me with a quirky smile and pointed towards a whiteboard sign. The sign had ‘baby shower’ designs on it along with the words “Chicago DDLG Meet-Up.”

He kept running his hand so lightly up one thigh then down the other as I squirmed and giggled so much my paci fell out. “stop stop” I gasped. She shook her head, turning away from me. I tapped her shoulder again, trying for her attention, which she ignored. I kept my same stern look, until I could tell she grew more unnerved at it. After a spanking like that, I think you need to stand in the corner and think about why you were spanked.” Daddy said as he stood me up and led me to the corner. “Now you stay in this corner, hands at your sides, and think about what a bad bad baby you have been. And how you are going to be a good girl from now on.”

Aw baby, come here. Did my little one have an accident?” He cooed, reaching over the small bars to pull you out of the play pen, ignoring your wet bottom. You fought his hands for a moment, pushing him away. You didn’t want him to see you like this, no, never. The definition of “Little Space” is a state of mind submissive ageplayers enter when they’re deeply feeling little. Here are some ideas for age appropriate activities to help a sub enter little space more easily:

Trying to ignore the public spanking I took a sip from the pink concotion. The more I had taken in my surroundings, the more I realized that there was a group of men not dressed like the other men in the bar. Their hair was greasy and their jeans were tattered. G'morning daddy!" A sound exclaimed, followed by the quiet crinkle of a diaper as the weight of a small girl found it's way to my body. It seemed like it took daddy ages to diaper me, and the whole time I could feel the pressure mounting inside my tummy. He took an extra long time putting the lotion on me, making sure his fingers touched me everywhere that got me excited, knowing I was trying hard as I could not to have an accident. When he finished and taped up the diaper, daddy helped me to my knees and told me I was a bad baby, and this is what happened to bad babies. She desperately looked around, doing a bit of a potty dance as she tried to think of anything that could help her out of this situation. Before she could come up with anything, though, she felt the all too familiar warmth begin to spread between her legs. She froze in place, only managing to look down to see the large wet patch forming on her jeans. Eventually the wet spot extended to a puddle around her feet and the flow finally stopped shortly after. She felt a small sense of relief now that it was over, but that relief was accompanied by an unrivaled humiliation due to what she'd just done (and where she'd done it). She didn't have long to ponder that humiliation, though, as the door to the bathroom opened in front of her to make it even worse.

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Hey, kiddo, have you done your homework yet? Weekend's almost over." I asked, tapping her shoulder to get her attention. One of the most misunderstood types of BDSM relationships is the Daddy Dom/little girl dynamic (or DD/lg). For some, it’s just fun role-playing with clothing and outfits. For others, it is their identity. Even though there are many benefits to ageplay, it can be hard to know what things to say to someone who feels this lifestyle is wrong. Keep reading to learn all about the DD/lg rules, definition of “little space”, Daddy dominant traits, and get new ideas, so you can enjoy ageplay responsibly. Managing to make my way through a crowd of people I looked at the selection of specialty drinks that were on for the night at the bar. Little-one, Baby-Girl, Peachy-Princess, and other theme-related drinks. “I think,” I paused. “I’ll try a Baby-girl?” My voice was so unsure but, the bartender started to make my drink.

Littles should refer to their Dom as Daddy, and always ask them for permission, just like a dependent child would. Daddys need to call their littles by appropriate names like Baby Girl, and conversations and lectures are more enjoyable when she’s told to sit on his lap. Maybe sensing Christy's embarrassment, the small girl gave the most reassuring smile she could muster, "Don't worry, I'll go get Miss Stacy! She'll be able to help!" Daddy!” You cried out from your spot in the playpen, having just made a mess on the floor. You didn’t mean to truly, it was just a little accident. Your brain was too busy playing with toys to think about using the bathroom. Your cheeks grew red as you cupped your wet crotch. DDlg revolves around wanting to please and fearing disapproval, so rewards and punishments are vital. Therefore pats on the head and forehead kisses mean a lot, and spankings are usually a must. In addition, keeping the attitude of “Daddy knows best” will also deepen intimacy. Good DD/lg rules for littles include:

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I tried to apologize through my paci, “please daddy I’m sorry, please….” I didn’t know what was going to happen, but no one likes the thought of punishment. As she made her way around the corner towards the bathroom, the urge turned into a cramp in her bowels and she found herself forced to stop just short of the bathroom door. Her hands went to her bottom, trying desperately to hold it in just a little longer. She carefully took a step, managing to barely hold it in as she did so. She took one hand off her bottom and opened the bathroom door, taking another step into the bathroom. The toilet was in sight now, but as took another step towards it she felt her bowels begin to move. She made another desperate attempt to hold it in, but this time it didn't quite work out. At this point, she didn't see much of an option. There was no way she was going to willingly wear diapers, so the bet was the only option she could consider. She just hoped she could make it to bathroom more often than she had in the past week. "I'll take the bet." This compromise brought a smile to Stacy's face and she nodded at the request. "Of course, I'll make sure they don't see anything. I'll put them inside the hatch on the changing table and you can use that room to change whenever you need to."

It’s a place where people meet up,” she said simply. She made it sound like I should know what the hell she was talking about. I gave her a dissatisfied frown. Oh Ari, don’t get huffy with me! I thought you would like it. You know, because it’s your kind of thing.” When his baby girl disobeys rules, a Daddy Dom also gets the fulfillment of disciplining her in any way he desires, (and she has consented to). She will also come to him with her sexual needs, as he knows how best to please her. How to Be the Little Girl Note: Although this article primarily refers to Daddy Doms and little girls, the tips, ideas, and DD/lg rules can also apply to Mommy Dommes and little boys. How I Got Started with the DDlg Lifestyle

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As I looked around me nervously to see that she wasn’t the only one in this type of clothing I turned to talk to her, scared to even ask. “Tay…” my voice started hesitantly. “What have you brought me to?” She didn’t answer me. She was too concerned with the person she was waving at. I squinted as I saw the person was being pushed around in a stroller. The person inside of it was not a child. Lets see if a good long spanking will make my baby behave like the good little girl she is!” Daddy said as his hand rained down on my bum, I could tell it must have been redder than my face, and I was squirming, but daddy was holding my legs down and there was no way I could stop him. Leaving me lying down, tied to the bed, he lifted the bowl and held it close to my face, but high enough I couldn’t see what it was. He used the spoon to scoop some out and I noticed it was a baby spoon, and the food looked like apple sauce.