Saving Little Jenna by Ruth Kennedy

Chapter 9: Jenna

It had been several days since Daddy gifted me a new nursery, but I was still so obsessed with it. I spent most of my waking time in it, playing with toys, dressing up, and coloring books. The only time I stepped out was to eat or watch cartoons. It was nice to have Daddy spend so much time with me in the nursery. I would've assumed he would be bored of watching me do Little things every day, but the smile on his face said it only gave him joy.

Ever since Clark had become my Daddy, each day I would wake up and tell myself that today was the day it would happen. Today would be the day Daddy would tell me it was all just a cruel joke, that how could I have thought anyone would want to love me when life had shown me over and over again that I was unlovable, that he was disgusted by everything I said and did all along but had to hide it. I knew it was cruel of me to think Daddy was secretly evil like the other people in my life, but it was a force of habit. I had to assume the worst in everyone just to survive, for everyone else in my life had been so cruel to me.

Each evening when Daddy would turn out to be just as loving and caring as he was in the morning, I would go to bed thinking tomorrow would definitely be the day when Daddy would drop the act and kick me out, calling me a freak who deserved to live on the streets.

However, over the past few days, I'd been waking up with a big smile on my face, knowing Daddy loved me unconditionally, that he wanted nothing in return other than me being my genuine self. Daddy's love was healing me and it was the most beautiful thing I'd ever experienced.

Now that I thought about it with a clear head, I scolded myself for ever thinking Daddy could want me harm. He was the nicest man in the whole world for saving me, and no one had the right to question his character, not even me.

Nevertheless, at the very least I assumed he would soon realize that age play wasn't for him. It was a much more plausible outcome. Changing diapers, reading bedtime stories, and watching someone play with toys wasn't part of every man's ideal relationship. But with each passing day, he was falling just as madly in love.

Now as I walked into his bedroom, I saw him in bed with black briefs and smiling at me. Sometimes all it took for me to be madly aroused was a smile on his handsome face. As much as I needed release, he had been waiting for me to get comfortable enough around him to ask for his touch, which was about to happen one of these days.

When he sat up and patted his lap, I walked over and took a seat. As he wrapped his arms around me, I felt so tiny and safe in his firm grip. I felt the warmth of his strong upper body against my back and stifled a moan. I still hadn't gotten used to being physically so close to another man. I'd been starved of a man's touch for so long, all I wanted to do these days was have Daddy touch me in naughty places day and night.

When I felt his cock grow against my ass, I was about to let out a loud moan and beg him to make me feel good. But the moan turned into a gasp halfway through when I realized what today was.

"Ready for your first official playdate with Daddy?" He asked, causing me to shake like a leaf.

A few days ago, Daddy had planned a playdate for today with just the two of us where there were fun activities planned throughout the day. It was his way of showing he was ready to be my Daddy forever.

While a playdate had initially sounded fun, I slowly began to realize what it meant. This was the most responsibility he'd ever have to take when it came to taking care of me. Somehow it felt like it was a test and I had a fear of failing. What if at the end of the day he realized that being a full-time Daddy was too much for him? I was already far too emotionally invested in him to even think about him coming to the realization he wasn’t a Daddy.

"Whoa!" He rubbed my tummy and lay soft kisses on my neck. "You're so anxious all of a sudden you're practically vibrating. What's bothering you, sweetheart?"

"N-nothing, Daddy," I lied as I continued to shiver and tremble. "I-I'm absolutely fine."

"Nonsense," Daddy said in a stern voice. "I won't tolerate lies when it comes to your comfort and well-being, Little one."

"Sorry, Daddy." I sighed and took a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves. "It's our first playdate and it feels like a test, a test to see whether you can handle my Littleness for one whole day. It might be the last time you get to change your mind. I'm afraid that if I do something wrong, you'll realize that being a Daddy is too much responsibility for you. So in other words, if you were ever to change your mind, today might be it."

The concerned look on his face turned into a bright smile as he pulled me in closer on his lap, rubbing his cheek against mine. "My baby girl is so silly. I've made up my mind a long time ago that this is what I want. I want- no, I need to be your Daddy to be a happy man. This isn't a test. It's just one among the countless fun playdates we're gonna have. You know what, I know just what you need."

"Oh, what's that?" I asked as he maneuvered me in his lap such that I was facing him with my legs wrapped around his waist.

His posture turned confident as he pushed his chest forward and sat up straight with his hands on my face. "It's times like these when you need your Daddy the most. Your thoughts are too much for you to handle and they're causing you discomfort. You need to stop overthinking. It's time you give control to Daddy and slip into your Little headspace."

He looked into my eyes and the mere dominance in his stare was enough to make me squirm in his lap. I turned my head away as my cheeks turned red.

"Who reads you bedtime stories and bathes you every day while you play with your toys?" He asked, turning my head back to face him. "Whom do you come to when the world's problems become too much to handle? Who changes your diapees each day? So tell me then. Who's your Daddy, sweetheart?"

Daddy knew just what I needed. I wanted him to take it all away and take care of all my worries. All I had to do was be my genuine self and behave. I had to be a good girl for Daddy and in return, he would give me all his love and affection.

"You are," I said in a very Little cadence as I put a thumb in my mouth and began sucking on it. "You are my Daddy and always will be. You're the best Daddy in the whole world because you take care of me so well."

“Ding-dong! Right answer.”

When he booped my nose, I giggled and took the quick peck he gave on my lips.

When he sat me on the bed and walked over to the dresser, I couldn't bear the distance between us. I needed his touch and so I stood up, waddling towards him with my arms flailing about in the air.

When he turned around with Doggo and a binky in his hands, my face lit up. "Look, Daddy! I walk!"

I was so deep in my Little headspace, I felt like a baby taking her first steps, proudly showing off my achievement to Daddy. When he handed me Doggo and put the binky in my mouth, it was all too much too soon. Daddy's warm smile, the stuffie in my hand, and the pacifier in my mouth showed me I was loved and cared for. I was as Little as I was ever going to be, which caused me to stop waddling and fall towards the floor. The need to crawl was immense, but Daddy caught me halfway through.

"Careful, sweetheart." Daddy put a hand beneath my bottom and soon he was carrying me back to bed. "You'll hurt yourself. You can crawl all you like once you're bathed and in the living room."

The idea of Daddy bathing me was all I needed to begin cooing and wiggling.

"You know what we're gonna do today, sweet pea?" He asked, laying soft kisses on my forehead. "I'll watch you play with your toys while I cook some breakfast. Then we're gonna do some coloring before lunch. We'll build blocks and play to your heart's content until you're ready for a nap. And then we'll…"

I couldn't pay attention to his words any longer. The excitement of playing with Daddy all day long was far too much for me to handle. I bounced on the bed and did a little dance, clapping my hands wildly and turning into a ball of energy.

"Looks like my baby is just as excited," he said and scooped me up in his arms. "Off to bath for the baby. We'll have you diapered and smelling nice with some baby powder after."

"Dada!" I said and rested my head on his shoulder, watching him from the corner of my eye as he carried me to the bathroom.

I had regressed so far that there was nothing sexual about Daddy undressing us and then scanning my naked body head to toe. When he tried getting me into the bathtub, I refused to let go of Doggo.

"He doesn't like getting wet, sweetheart." He tried taking Doggo away from me, but I held onto it tightly. "You can hold him all day long once you're dry and dressed."

"No, Daddy," I said as he took the binky out of my mouth. "He told me he's scared of being alone. He needs to know that I love him, just like the way you love me."

I didn't mind using the L-word. He hadn't said it loud, but deep down I knew it was what he felt for me.

"Aw, you're such a kind-hearted girl." He stroked my head. "He can sit on the floor where he can still see you."

When I nodded, he took Doggo out of my hand and put him on the floor facing us.

Once we were both in the bathtub, instead of rubbing me with a washcloth like he usually did, he just sat there watching me play with squeaky toys. His happiness came from watching me happy. He watched me with a smile that said he had all the time in the world.

Soon I was on the changing table in the nursery, hugging Doggo and sucking on my binky. Daddy offered me two choices of diapers, one had little wolves on them and the other had bears. I touched the one with little wolves because they reminded me of Michael. Daddy nodded and took some baby wipes.

When he gently wiped my opening, I knew I would turn wet if he lingered too long. But when I stopped feeling his touch, I instinctively grabbed onto his hand by closing my legs and began humping it wildly. The moment I realized I didn't want our first playdate to turn sexual, I stopped. It would be unfair to influence his decision just in case he was still making up his mind about being a Daddy.

"Sorry, Daddy." I smiled down at him sheepishly. "My instincts kicked in."

"No need to apologize, darling." He moved over to wiping my crack, causing me to suppress a moan. "Good girls deserve to be rewarded and you've been the best. If you need your Daddy to make you feel good down there, just say so. So, do you need your Daddy right now, Jenna?"

I was glad he had brought it up. There were times when I was in my headspace that I needed Daddy to give me release, but telling him was the only way he'd know when. I was ready to open up to him about my needs once our first playdate was out of the way.

I shook my head when he looked at me expectantly and my stomach rumbled. "I hungry."

He laughed and swiftly diapered me up, goosebumps all over my body as I kicked my limbs. Being diapered was such a personal thing, I looked forward to it each day since I got to share the moment with Daddy.

He went through my clothes in the dresser and picked the ones he knew were my favorites, a pink shirt that said 'Daddy's girl' and shorts with little barbies printed on them. My favorite clothes for such a special occasion, just when I thought the day couldn't get any better. I usually stood still when Daddy dressed me, but today I could barely stand still as I wiggled and swayed side to side.

"You've got enough energy to power a small town, Little one." Daddy laughed as he tied my hair in pigtails. "Excited for today?"

As if he even had to ask. I bobbed my head up and down. I’d been a nervous wreck initially, but now that I was in my Little headspace and Daddy was in control, I was nothing but excited.

With my limbs around him and his arms around me, he carried me downstairs to the kitchen. I was surprised to see a bunch of coloring, join-the-dots books, and crayons waiting for me on the floor. He had prepped things last night while I was sleeping, which meant he was looking forward to it just as much.

I sat on the floor lost deep in the books. It was comforting to see Daddy just inches away from me. We truly were going to spend each waking minute together today, and hopefully, it wouldn't be too much for him.

Just when he was plating breakfast, I crawled over to him with my drawing in a hand and hugged his legs.

Popping the pacifier, I looked up at him. "Am I being a good girl, Daddy?"

"The best, sweetheart." He patted my head and scooped me up in his arms before placing me onto the highchair. "Are you asking me because you want a puppy so bad?"

"Guilty!" I handed him my drawing and it showed us holding hands while a puppy looked up at us.

I swayed my legs back and forth on the highchair, waiting for Daddy to finish examining the drawing.

"This is what I've always wanted, a family to call my own." He nodded and handed the drawing back to me. "You're being so good, honey. You'll get a puppy soon at this rate and I know you're responsible enough to take care of it."

Ever since I got my own nursery, I'd been cleaning up after myself. Yes, I made a huge mess but I always put my toys away after. Sometimes I also helped Daddy around the house by cooking us dinner, when I was the least likely to be in a Little headspace.

"I don't want you to buy one, Daddy," I said. "I want a puppy from a shelter. You helped me when I was homeless and I'll forever be grateful. I want to do the same with a puppy when the day comes."

"Aw, such a sweet girl." He gave me a quick peck on the lips. "Never change, sweetheart. You're too precious for this world and need to be protected at all costs."

When I looked down at my plate, my smile faded. Daddy liked to sneak vegetables into my food, but today he was outright open about it. My plate consisted of wholegrain toast, varieties of cheese, and everything else was just vegetables. Half of the meal consisted of stir-fried baby carrots, baby spinach, baby artichokes, baby lettuce, and baby eggplant.

"Baby vegetables for my baby girl." Daddy nudged the plate towards me. "You've been good the past few days finishing up your vegetables. So I thought it was time I stop sneaking them in and make them part of the meal. Go on then. Vegetables are good for you."

"Agree to disagree." I pushed my lower lip out in a pout and turned my head away with crossed arms. "How can they be good when they taste so gross! I don't wanna eat them."

Things were getting out of hand and I had to put my foot down. If I agreed to eat them now, it could become a habit and he might make me eat them every day.

"We can do this the easy way or the hard way." He used his Daddy voice, which meant he wasn't having it. "If you make me ask one more time, I'll have your bare bottom over my knee and have it busted.”

It was unfair that he could turn me on even at the dinner table. It didn't help that his stern Daddy voice was deep and sexy. I looked forward to a good spanking just as much as any other Little, but the idea of a busted bottom wasn't exactly sexy. I had no experience, but even I knew that spankings had to be gentle for them to be anywhere near enjoyable.

I shivered with arousal as I opened my mouth to speak. "Spankings are far more enjoyable than having to eat vegetables. Vegetables are so hard, crunchy, and colorful. Food isn't supposed to be colorful! Crayons are supposed to be."

The stern expression on his face turned into a loving one. It was obvious Daddy was opposed to the idea of striking me.

"I was going to feed you lunch, but since you're being adamant, I'll feed you breakfast too."

He put on a bright smile as my face lit up. He hadn't fed me before, so he knew I wouldn't turn down the opportunity even if it involved eating vegetables. In fact, I could eat nothing but vegetables for the rest of my life if it meant Daddy would feed me.

I wiggled in my seat and clapped my hands as I did a happy little dance in the highchair. I couldn't believe I got to see the day I was so excited to eat vegetables.

He moved his chair closer to my highchair and cut the vegetables up into small pieces. Feeding me a piece of toast with cheese, he made an airplane with the fork and began feeding me vegetables. My gag reflex would usually come into play, but I was so lost in watching the airplane I didn't pay attention to what I was eating. Halfway through he began singing baby shark and I shimmied to the tune. It was surprising how his deep voice could be so sexy and soothing at the same time.

By the time he finished, my smile slowly faded as I realized how good he was for me. I hated vegetables but he refused to give up because he cared about my well-being, something no one else cared about all my life.

I used to spend hours reading stories about age play. I was so sure no man in real life would have such patience and dedication, that it was all just fiction. But here I was, living with a Daddy who was the most caring and loving a Little could hope for.

Sometimes the smallest decisions of our lives lead to the biggest change, and no matter how scary change might seem, it was a necessary step to happiness. I was so scared when I ran away, but it was the best decision of my life because it brought Daddy into my life.

"I'm lucky I have you to take care of me," I said when he set his plate up. "But you don't have a Daddy to take care of you. Let me do it, Daddy. I'm a big girl and I can feed you."

He laughed when I took a spoonful of his food and made it go around with airplane sounds.

"Open your mouth!" He stifled a laugh as I put the spoon in his mouth. "Veggies are good for you. They help you grow big and strong."

Sometimes it was good for Littles to take care of their Daddies too. It was the least they could do in return for all the nice things Daddies did for them.

I sang him his favorite Eminem song he liked listening to so much, but I replaced all the bad words with bleeps. Halfway through I had to let him feed himself since there was way too much food on his plate. No wonder he was so big and thick with muscle.

After lunch, it was back to playtime. He helped me build a tower out of giant blocks, with citizens like Doggo and other toys nearby. When I laughed and charged into the tower, it was satisfying to watch the citizens buried under the blocks.

Daddy shook his head and clicked his tongue. "Look what you've done to your poor stuffie. If it could talk, it'd ask for justice. Looks like I'll have to avenge its death. A suitable punishment should do."

"Punishment?" I stuck my lips out in a pout and put a finger on my lip, lowering my chin and looking up at Daddy with big eyes like Michael had taught me. "I'm too cute to be punished."

Daddy crossed his arms and scoffed. He was somehow resisting the ancient art of pouting and looking cute. I was promised by Michael that its success rate was a hundred percent. He even offered me a money-back guarantee. Looked like I had to ask back for the toy it had cost me.

"Your witchcraft won't work on me, Little one. Here's your punishment, tickles!"

He burst out into laughter and charged into me before I could beg him for a different punishment. But soon he had me pinned against the floor and his fingers ticked my sensitive tummy.

"Please!" I begged as I shook my head in laughter with tears running down my cheeks, but Daddy was ruthless. He gave me enough time to catch my breath, only to resume tickling again.

Worst. Punishment. Ever.

"Oh, look!" He pulled my stuffie out of the rubble and handed it to me. "Doggo is alive after all. All those tickles were for nothing."

I pouted as I wiped my tears. "I demand compensation for the injustice caused to me."

Daddy nodded wisely and his smile turned into a stern expression. "As you know, tickles can be both reward and punishment. So more tickles then? But this time as a reward."

His fingers swiftly moved onto my tummy, causing me to squeal in anticipation. Thankfully, he just looked at me with an evil smile instead of tickling me.

"Well, then," he said. "I'll let you have a reward of your choosing."

My cheeks turned red as I just lay there in silence. His strong body still had me pinned against the floor.

"My sweet girl is so shy." He pinned my arms above my head, his other hand moving onto my neck and stroking my cheek. "But I won't reward you until you ask for it. What is it that you want, baby girl?"

Maybe I should start by asking for small things. Once I got comfortable asking for his touch, I could move onto asking for bigger things.

Words refused to come out of my mouth, so I took a breath and spoke as fast as I could. "I want you to kiss me, Daddy. Not the goodnight kind, but the grown-up kind."

The strength of his big muscular body pressed up against me was enough to make me leak downstairs. I squirmed my hips to feel his crotch against me. A part of me wanted to shed my shyness and dry hump Daddy. His dick was growing hard by the second and if I wiggled my crotch just the right way, I could feel it against my pussy.

He slowly moved his face closer and planted his lips onto mine, sucking on my lower lip before pushing his tongue into my mouth. I eagerly flicked my tongue and sucked onto it. Kissing Daddy was enough to turn me into a moaning mess. I could barely wait for the day I'd have his throbbing dick inside me.

I asked for a grown-up kiss and it's exactly what I got. He straddled onto me and we made out for a good half hour. When he stopped, I whimpered and begged him for more with my eyes. He looked at me expectantly, hoping I'd ask him to make sweet love to me. Needless to say, I was too shy and instead asked with my needy eyes.

"I'll be right back after I take care of little Clark." He looked down at his crotch and smiled.

When he got off me, there was a huge tent in his pants. It was a shame such an erection would go to waste instead of pleasuring my pussy. Once I would get comfortable enough to ask for sex, there wouldn't be a day in his life he'd have to jerk off.

As he hungrily scanned my body from head to toe, his dick twitched in his pants as if in approval. He scurried off to the bathroom and when he returned, I still lay on the floor disappointed in my inability to ask for what I wanted. When my eyes wandered down to his crotch, I could've almost cried at the absent tent in his pants.

He helped me up. "How about some warm milk? I could read you a story while you drink it."

When I nodded, he led me into the kitchen. I sat at the kitchen table and watched him heat up some milk from the fridge. Once he turned the stove off, he poured some of the milk on the back of his hand to see if it was too hot.

When he pulled out a baby bottle from the cupboard, I almost fell off my chair from wiggling too much. It would be my first time drinking out of a baby bottle.

"Here you go, warm milk for my baby girl." Handing it to me, he scooped me up in his arms and carried me to the couch in the living room. "So which book do you want to read today?"

I ran towards the nursery but Daddy scolded me to be careful. Running around the house was a no-go. Drinking out of a bottle would regress me so far, it was probably the last time I'd walk that day. I brisk walked the rest of the way and soon returned with the last unread dog book on my shelf.

Handing it to him, I climbed into his lap, wrapped an arm around him, and took the bottle from him. I looked up at him expectantly and put the bottle in my mouth. It was all too comfortable and safe for me, Daddy's warmth, a book in his hand, and warm milk in a bottle. It meant I'd soon be struggling to keep my eyes open, but I couldn't risk falling asleep. I wanted to play with Daddy all day on this special occasion. Not a moment could be wasted in sleep.

"Once upon a time there was a puppy who was an orphan. All he wanted was to be adopted and make a human friend…"

Daddy's soothing voice only made it harder to stay awake. It was a mystery how it could change so effortlessly from deep and sexy to soothing. Halfway through the book, I found myself shaking my head just to stay awake. I needed to finish this book so I could move onto bear storybooks next.

"Time for a nap, sweetheart." He played with my pigtails and kissed me on the head. "You can barely keep your eyes open."

"No, Daddy." I shook my head, both in disagreement and to stay awake. "I want to know if the puppy finds a loving home at the end."

He continued reading but soon I was drifting in and out of sleep, with the bottle in my hands occasionally falling into my lap only to be picked up and returned to me.

Resisting it was futile, so I put the bottle down, wrapped my arms around his strong chest, and closed my eyes. "I'm just closing my eyes for a little bit, Daddy. We can read the rest of it soon."

With his big arms holding onto me, he rocked back and forth as he began singing a lullaby. Needless to say, it was enough to push me into blissful sleep. Once I was out, I felt him carry me into the nursery and lay me onto the bed. When I felt the warmth of my blankie, I frowned in my sleep and patted my chest in confusion.

I sighed in contentment when he handed me Doggo. "Thank you, Daddy."

He kissed me on the forehead and pressed a binky against my lips. I began sucking on it as he got in bed next to me. We wrapped our arms around each other and I was glad Daddy was staying for a little while. It was the safest a girl could ever feel.

Having him so close to me was the reason I had slipped into one of the deepest sleep I ever had. I dreamt that Daddy and I were madly in love, running away together from him to get married.

I woke up with a smile hours later, knowing full well that my dream had already come true. When it came to getting married, I hoped it would come true too one day. Now if only I could gather the strength to ask Daddy to touch me whenever I wanted. It looked like Daddy would continue to leave me high and dry unless I asked him to make love to me.

Daddy always turned me on beyond belief. I badly wanted to be Daddy's little slut, but instead, I was just a shy virgin.

"Daddy's little virgin slut," I whispered to myself.

A figure shifted in the dark and I almost screamed. As it turned out, it was just Daddy almost falling out of his chair.

"Did I hear that right?" He stood up and turned the lights on, a reading tablet in his hand. "Say it again, baby girl. Say it again and I'll make your wish come true."

Blood rushed to my cheeks as I looked away. Looked like it was finally the time to lose my v-card to Daddy. I opened my mouth to say it again, but I was distracted by the continuous rings of the doorbell.

I sat up in bed, alarmed and anxious. "Were you expecting someone, Daddy?"

My heart raced in my chest. Daddy met all his friends elsewhere, so I had never heard the doorbell ring before. I was coming up with ways to escape just in case he had found me. Fight or flight kicked in and I was wondering if I had enough time to sneak out the backdoor.

Daddy caught me panicking. His presence suddenly reminded me that I didn't have to fear him as much anymore. Sure, he was just as big of a threat as ever, but now I had Daddy by my side. It meant I couldn't sneak out or abandon the city like I could before.

I couldn't put Daddy's life in danger, and I certainly wouldn't be able to forgive myself if something happened to him because of me. The reality of the situation was very clear to me now. If he would show up at the doorstep one day, I would have to let him take me back to living hell, if he’d spare my life that is. It was the only way to save Daddy's life, and it was now clear that I would gladly die if it meant saving Daddy.

"There's only one way to find out." Daddy booped my nose before scooping me up in his arms. "Let's see who it is."

I put on a brave face, but I was shaking and shivering as Daddy carried me downstairs and towards the door. The doorbell continued to ring without a second's gap, making it all the more likely that it was indeed him at the door. I had my eyes stuck on daddy's face, hoping it wouldn't be the last time I got to see him. Nevertheless, I tried to memorize every inch of his face just in case it was.

As Daddy opened the door, blood froze in my veins and I was about to have a panic attack. But the moment I saw Michael clinging onto his Daddy like a baby monkey to its mother, anxiety turned to excitement and I began to wiggle uncontrollably.

"Surprise!" Michael shouted and then burst into giggles. "What took you so long? Were you and your Daddy busy k-i-s-s-i-n-g? Or were you making l-o-v…"

Uncle John pinched Michael's bottom, making him squeal before he could finish his sentence. "None of your business, brat. Behave, darling. I won't hesitate to take you over the knee if you turn out to be a bratty guest. You won't be invited over again unless you're on your best behavior. You said you want to have a sleepover here one day, didn't you?"

"Yes, Daddy." Michael rubbed his bottom and smiled apologetically.

When our Daddies leaned us towards each other, we hugged.

"I missed you, bestie," Michael said and broke the hug. "It's been so long I wasn't sure you wanted to hang out with me anymore."

"What do you mean, darling?" uncle John said, stepping inside and following Daddy over to the couch. "You both had a playdate together just two days ago."

"Oh, has it only been two days?" Michael shrugged, still holding onto my hands and refusing to let go. "Well, it definitely feels longer. Besides, that's like forever ago in Little time. Text me sometimes, Jenna. I'd love to chat and see how your day's going. Sometimes Daddy takes my phone away when I misbehave, but I always reply when I get it back."

I still hadn't gotten used to using a smartphone. Growing up without access to phones, it always felt strange how everyone spent so much on their phones in films. The reality was far worse as it had turned out since people spent hours staring at their phones. I preferred meeting people personally instead, but I had to adapt if I wanted to be a part of society.

"Texting doesn't feel very personal, but I'll call you every day," I said and turned to Daddy, continuing to wiggle in his lap. "What's Michael doing here, Daddy? Is he here for a surprise playdate?"

"Well, it's still technically our playdate, but they're here for a small part of it." Daddy nodded at uncle John and stood up. "I want our first playdate to be memorable, so I came up with a way to make it even more so. You'll see."

With me still in his arms, Daddy carried me upstairs and I held onto him tightly. Michael followed us in his Daddy's arms. I could get used to being carried around like this. I would forget how to walk at this rate but I loved it.

Michael seemed just as curious, so he didn't know what we were doing either. It wasn't a surprise considering Michael's own admission that he couldn't keep a secret.

When Daddy walked up to a room and pushed open the door, Michael and I oohed and aahed in unison. It was one of the biggest rooms in the house but it had been locked away like many of the other ones. But now it had been turned into a movie theater with a fancy projector fixed to the ceiling and a giant screen on the wall.

"I know you love films, so we can watch one whenever you like." He sat on the couch and sat me on his lap. "So surprise, I guess?"

"Whoa, I've never been to a movie theater before," I said and looked around at all the animated film posters on the walls.

My words caused Michael to widen his eyes and gape at me. Just as he was about to ask me why I hadn't been to the cinemas before, he closed his mouth and shivered. His daddy's thumb and finger were on his ass, ready to pinch him the moment he'd ask me something personal.

Honestly, I understood where Uncle John was coming from, but it wasn't really necessary. I hesitated to tell Daddy about my dark past, but I wouldn't think twice before telling it to Michael. Michael was a Little like me, which meant he wouldn't judge me. Daddy wouldn't judge me either, but there was a fear of him leaving me. After all, it meant his own life was possibly in danger. Would anyone even want to be with someone knowing their life would constantly be in danger?

"I hope we're watching an animated film," Michael said as his Daddy took a seat next to us and sat Michael in his lap. "I haven't seen one in a week, so it's been ages."

"We're watching a serious grown-up film, but I think you're gonna like it, Michael."

Handing us tubs of popcorn from the table next to us, our Daddies put binkies in our mouths. With the popcorn tub close to my chest, I shifted in daddy's lap until my head was comfortably resting against his chest. When he wrapped his arms around me, I knew it was the coziest theater seat in the whole world, one I wouldn't trade for millions.

When Daddy clapped his hands, the lights turned off and the movie started.

"Magic!" Michael exclaimed after popping the binky out of his mouth, beginning to stuff the caramel popcorn in his mouth.

It was unlike Daddy to make me watch a grown-up film on a Little playdate, but his intentions had become clear when the film's first scene played out on the screen. A woman who was about my age was being punished by her parents for coming home late. The punishment was way too strict for the crime committed.

I was so lost in the movie, I forgot to suck on my binky and it kept falling out of my mouth and into the popcorn tub. Daddy instantly kept putting it back in my mouth. Halfway through the movie when the protagonist decides to run away with her boyfriend to escape the cruel domestic abuse, my lower lip wobbled and tears began to form in my eyes. I blinked them away but it was getting harder by the minute to not burst into tears.

It was all too relatable. I had lived through everything the protagonist had, everything from being physically abused and running away to falling in love with a loving man. They were on the run for most of the film, escaping the father who comes after them but eventually getting rid of him to earn their freedom. In the end, they got their happily ever after, which gave me hope that eventually even I would get mine with Daddy.

When the film ended and the lights came back on, I turned to see Michael who was just as lost in the film, his mouth half open and still staring at the screen with a frown.

"Well, that was dark." He threw his hands up in the air and stood up, turning to me. "But all's well that ends well. Love truly conquers all, doesn't it? I'll have to play with Daddy for a while to get back into my Little headspace again. You coming, Jenna?"

"I'll be right there," I managed to say with a shaky voice. "Just need to finish my popcorn first."

Michael nodded and when uncle John stood up, Michael rested his head against his shoulder and they left the room. It was one of the rare times I saw him walking instead of crawling or being carried around by his Daddy.

The moment Michael left, I looked up at Daddy with the tub full of popcorn close to my chest. I realized how an infinite number of events had to have occurred exactly at the right time for us to have crossed paths. One different event and he wouldn't be in my life right now. The mere thought was enough to cause me to burst into tears.

"Aw, it's alright, sweetheart." He rubbed my back in small circles just the way I liked and wrapped his arms around me tightly, wiping my tears and laying soft kisses on my cheek. "I'm right here and I'm glad too, that you came into my life."

Was Daddy a mind reader? He knew exactly what I was thinking and why I was crying. It was why I loved good cinema so much. It had the ability to evoke same emotions in all its viewers.

"Why did you want us to watch this film, Daddy?" I asked between sobs, growing calmer by the second by Daddy's soothing touch.

Had he figured out the dark past I'd been running away from? Was this his way of showing he was ready to hear all about it?

"I wanted you to see that you're not alone, sweetheart." He pushed a strand of hair behind my ear. "I know what you've gone through was hard, but I won't judge you or look at you differently once I know the truth. I know you're scared I'll leave you, but that's farthest from the truth. Knowing your past will only make me come up with ways to help you better. Of course, this isn't a confrontation or a way to force you to reveal your past. Instead, it's my way of showing you that I'm here if you need me. Sometimes I find you lost in your thoughts and I know you're reliving the horrors of your past. But don't you see, sweetheart? You don't have to go through the struggle alone. When I became your Daddy, your joy became mine, but so did your sorrow."

I sat in silence as he studied my face with a frown. "I believe you, Daddy, and I trust you. You're the best thing to have happened to me, so naturally, I'm scared of losing you. But you're right, you won't judge me and you only want the best for me. Going forward, I'll tell you things from my past little by little, starting now. Just like in the movie, my parents were cruel to me. However, the movie doesn't even come close to the torture I had to endure at their hands. I wanted to leave so badly all my life, but they weren't the reason I ran away. I was forced to run away to avoid a much crueler fate, a fate that'll never stop coming after me until it takes everything away from me."

He nodded. "Sounds vague, but I'll take little bits over nothing. Just know that when you eventually bare your soul, I'll still be with you, just as crazy about you but probably more. I know you doubt it, but you'll see."

"It's like you said," I said with a smile. "I'm trapped with my Daddy for the rest of my life whether I like it or not."

"That's right, Little one. I'm glad you remembered, and I hope you remember it for the rest of your life. I sure will."

He booped my nose and pulled me in closer. We just sat there cuddling in silence before finishing our popcorn.

The film was long enough to eat up a major portion of our playdate, but I was glad it led to the talk which brought us closer. Communication was the key and I hadn't been honest or open about my worries, fears, and desires. I had to take small steps in the right direction, starting right away.

It was late in the evening and the sun was about to set any minute. The last activity of the playdate was swimming, something I had never done before but wanted to try. Daddy promised me he'd teach me how to swim, but until then I'd have to use a life jacket.

As Daddy carried me to the nursery, I saw uncle John carrying Michael to the pool dressed in swimsuits. I sat on the bed and swayed my legs as Daddy undressed me. I was getting used to being diapered and changed without being aroused, but today was different. Daddy and I just had an honest talk about spending our lives together, which made me want him now more than ever.

When he placed the two-piece swimsuit on the bed next to me, I rubbed my legs together to hide my growing wetness. Being stark naked before fully clothed Daddy sometimes was just too arousing, and the tent in his pants said he felt the same way. It was indicative of our power dynamics. He was the Daddy dom and I was his submissive Little girl.

The lust in his eyes was unmistakable. "Do you need your Daddy, sweetheart?"

I had to try to be honest going forward, even when it was about my desires and even if I was too shy.

"Yes," I managed to say after a deep breath. "I want - no, I need you, Daddy."

He nodded and sat next to me, giving me a quick passionate kiss on the lips. "But first I want to hear what you were calling yourself when you woke up and thought you were alone."

"I'm Daddy's little virgin slut." I buried my face in his shoulder from shyness and peeked up at him from the corner of my eyes, practically feeling my cheeks turn the reddest they'd ever been. "You weren't supposed to hear that, so don't have me say it again, Daddy."

"Aw, my baby girl is so shy." Breaking the hug, he stroked my pigtail and kissed me on the head. "I understand that you want me to do unspeakable things to you, but I'll only do what you ask for. So tell me, sweetheart. What do you want from your Daddy today?"

I wanted Daddy to do unspeakable things to me right now, but I decided to only ask what I wanted the most.

"I want to make you feel good, Daddy," I whispered as I buried my face in his strong chest again, taking in his manly musk. "You've been so nice to me and you're the best Daddy in the whole world. You deserve to feel good down there."

His dick twitched wildly in his pants, forming an ever-growing tent. It felt so dirty to talk about sex while there were guests over. It had to be a quickie if I didn't want Michael asking questions.

Daddy swiftly pulled his pants down, causing his dick to spring out of his black briefs and slap against his tummy. It was a monster alright, and my body was the only thing that could satiate its hunger. It felt so good to see him like this, a privilege even. Billions of women out there and only I got to see his beautiful muscular body in all its naked glory.

It was only my second blowjob but I was already getting better. This time I pushed it in my mouth as far as it would go, my lips closer to the base than before. I had also seen a video on giving the perfect blowjob. Apparently, the trick was to jerk him off, suck on the head, lick along the length of the shaft, and fondle his balls all at the same time. It felt like I was mastering playing an instrument, but it turned Daddy into a moaning mess so it was working.

My eyes would usually be stuck on his six-packs or big biceps, but now I couldn't take my eyes off his handsome face. His mouth was half open and his eyes closed, occasionally opening them to look at me and tell me how I was being a good girl. It was the proudest I had ever felt. As he grew closer to orgasm, he looked possessed by pleasure. He was in heaven and I couldn't wait to be there with him one day when he'd fuck me senseless. It was a sight to behold.

As he began shooting his warm seed in my mouth, his eyebrows knitted together and he shook wildly, involuntarily shaking his hips back and forth to fuck my mouth while his hands gripped my head in position. The sound of his balls hitting my chin echoed in the room and soon cum began to leak out of my mouth. The whole time he'd been so loving and gentle on my mouth, I was now sure he'd be just as gentle with my pussy.

Running into the bathroom, he soon returned with some tissues and cleaned us up. We got dressed in swimsuits and headed outside where Michael was already in the swimming pool, his head on his daddy's shoulder and their arms wrapped around each other.

When I jumped into the other side of the pool, Daddy joined in next to uncle John.

Michael swam up to me, splashed water at my face, and giggled. "What took you so long? You love birds were kissing again, weren't you?"

I giggled. "Among other things, yes. I'm surprised I feel so open about telling you things. I would be a nervous wreck confessing it to someone else."

"Ah, I know how that feels." He crossed his arms and nodded wisely. "I remember when I first fell in love with my Daddy. We couldn't keep our hands off each other. We were practically doing it everywhere, the car, the park, the swimming pool, the nursery. There wasn't a spot left in our home where we hadn't done the deed. Love can feel very intense in the beginning, but do you know how things have changed after being together for years?"

Did love usually fade after being together for long? Was that why people got divorced left and right? I wanted to be just as madly in love with Daddy for the rest of my life. My lack of dating experience meant I didn't know what to expect.

He continued when I shook my head and swam closer. "They haven't in the slightest. If anything, we've only found it harder and harder to keep our hands to ourselves. As for love, it has only grown stronger with time."

"Whoa!" I said with wide excited eyes. "I'm glad couples like you exist. Daddy always says everyone deserves love like the two of you."

"Yes, but do you know what's the key to our ever-growing love? Age play relies on communication and being honest about your feelings. Sure, there were times when I hid my fears and worries from Daddy, but eventually, I always go to him with them. You feel comfortable telling me things because we're both Littles. It's in our nature to be kind, friendly, and open to each other. But I want you to be just as open and honest with your Daddy. It's the only way to have a healthy and loving age play relationship, and it's the only way Daddies can help their Littles."

I put my head on his shoulder and sighed. "I feel horrible being like this. But how did you know I wasn't being honest with my Daddy? Did he tell you?"

He shook his head. "Nope. I know because all Littles initially tend to bottle up their worries and desires. Trusting your Daddy with everything is one of the most important things you'll need to learn. It's also the hardest since you're baring your soul and expecting not to be judged. I just want to make the process easier on you because I've known Uncle Clark for years. He's a good man and you can trust him.

"Daddy was on a business trip to Germany last year. I couldn't go because my work needed me here. That's when I started having really bad tummy aches. I decided to ignore it till it went away, but the pain only got unbearably worse. I needed my daddy the most, but I hid it because I didn't want him worrying halfway across the world. So I decided to confide in your Daddy. Uncle Clark took care of me like a Daddy would, letting me stay over and watching over me. He convinced me I should see a doctor despite my fear of doctors, that he'll be there by my side every step of the way. I was glad I trusted him and let him take me to the ER. As it turned out, my appendix was ready to burst and I could've lost my life had I decided to ignore the pain. Anyway, your daddy stayed by my side like he promised, abandoning work to be by my side, calming me down before and after the surgery. He even stayed with me at the hospital day and night until my Daddy returned. Needless to say, Daddy scolded me a lot for hiding it from him."

I could hardly believe the wise words coming out of Michael's mouth. He spent so much time being silly and naughty in his Little headspace that it was refreshing to see him speak so wisely as a grown-up.

"Thank you for being my friend, Michael. You're still the only friend I have but you've set the bar too high by being so nice to me."

He waved a hand in the air nonchalantly and giggled, his voice returning to the hint of Little cadence I was used to. "Pish posh, darling. You'll forget all about me the moment you visit the age play club I told you about. You're so pretty, all the other Littles will want to be your friend."

I had a friend in Michael for the rest of my life and I was thankful for it.