Flora sat on the couch, regarding a large, plain box in the middle of the coffee table. It was the diapers they'd order, damn two day shipping.
She pouted at the box, which remained a large, plain box oblivious to her grumpiness.
She heard David's car pull up, he'd be so excited to see they'd been delivered. She sat up straight and smoothed out her t-shirt, taking a few deep breaths to calm her nerves. But first they needed to have a conversation, as equals.
David's step was light as he approached the door, he'd been looking forward to today for what felt like forever. He opened the door to a fully clothed Flora sitting primly on the couch, looking nervous.
"Flora?" He kicked his shoes off and walked toward her while loosening his tie, "What's wrong?"
She cleared her throat and shook her head, "I just need to talk to you. I'm pulling a yellow card."
"Ah, ok, let's talk then." He sat in the chair near her but giving her space. It was challenging to ignore the box but he focused on his clearly distressed girl.
"It's this." She gestured toward the box, "I don't quite understand and I don't know what it means, I mean I don't know where it's going." She was shaking slightly, her voice tight.
"Sweetie," he leaned toward her, "Would it be ok if I sat with you?"
"Yes." She looked on the verge of tears and melted into his arms when he sat beside her and offered a hug.
"You've really been worrying over this haven't you?"
She was quiet for a moment, getting control of her emotions and organizing her thoughts. It really was so much easier to just go along with what he wanted, following his lead was generally exactly what she wanted to do. Now though, she needed some clarification before she followed him down this path.
"Yes," she finally said, "I have been worrying about it. It feels like you want to change our dynamic, and I suppose I'm still a bit insecure from you being so busy and all that stuff. So I need you to tell me what this is, why you want this."
David hugged her tight before settling her back into the couch cushions so he could make eye contact while he spoke.
"First, I'm so proud of you. This is why our relationship works and why I'm so awed to be your Daddy."
She blushed under his praise and grinned at him.
"So, what is this? Well I started seeing things on Tumblr while browsing DDlg stuff. Stories and pictures of littles in diapers. It piqued my interest and my libido to put it simply, I found it hot. The more I thought about it, about you in diapers, the more complicated my feelings about it became."
He looked at the box and smiled.
"See the visual is sexy to me but there's more to it than that. You are the smartest, sexiest, most talented woman I've ever met. The more control you give me the bigger my ego swells."
He grabbed her hand and looked at her earnestly, "Flora, I don't think you fathom how much I love owning you, controlling you, knowing you trust me with so much. Every aspect of my life is better because I know, no matter what, my juicy little cow is always going to be there, desperate and eager for me. I'm a better man because I work every day to be worthy of your trust."
Her eyes were suddenly shiny and she couldn't resist throwing herself into his lap. He kissed her head and petted her as she wiggled and settled.
"I'm still not sure where the diapers come in, other than you find it sexy."
"It's about control sweetie, don't you see? Right now you decide when you use the bathroom, how and where. It's really the only thing you control about yourself anymore. Think about giving that up to me. Having to ask me when you need to use the bathroom. Being punished if you have an accident. Having to beg me to change you." She felt his cock harden beneath her as he described the scenario.
Flora wiggled on his lap and opened her mouth, David lay a finger across her lips, "Imagine it Flora, really think about it for a minute."
She lay against his shoulder and closed her eyes, thinking about all the ways he controlled her now, how much she trusted and depended on him. She saw herself wearing a t shirt and one of the diapers from the box, felt the pressure in her bladder of needing to pee and imagined begging her Daddy to use the potty. Begging for something so basic, something most people took for granted. Her eyes flew open as her pussy throbbed.
David chuckled, "Tell me what you are thinking."
"Every time I've given you more control it has made our relationship stronger. The more I trust and rely on you, the more I love you. I was thinking of this as some new fetish, that you wanted to infantilize me, but what you want is me more dependant on you." She was trying to be brave and speak clearly but she was slipping into little space.
David gently sat her back on the couch, realizing their talk wasn't over and she needed to maintain control a little longer.
"Exactly, I don't want you to be a baby, I like you as my milky little girl."
Flora took a deep breath and nodded. "Ok, I understand and I'll admit it excites me. A bit scary, but exciting. I would be giving up a very basic thing that every adult takes for granted. I'd like to do a trial period and then check in to see how we both feel about it."
"That's a great idea! How about a week? We will have a grown up meeting a week from tomorrow to check in."
"Perfect." She looked at her lap and then up at him through her lashes, "Daddy?"
"Yes love?"
"I really need to be milked now."
David grinned and arched an eyebrow at her, "I can't milk you with all those clothes in the way silly girl."
Flora giggled and hopped up, leaving a trail of clothes as she skipped out of the house toward the barn. She knew she'd be getting swats for the mess but it was so worth it to hear Daddy laugh as he followed.
He strode into the barn to find her naked bottom wriggling at him from the milking stall.
She squeaked as he landed a firm swat on her rump.
"Preview of later you naughty thing." He set about hooking her up to the milking machine. She moaned and closed her eyes as the suction started, he watched the clear tubes turn white as the machine emptied her swollen breasts. "Good girl."
She wiggled and mooed happily at his praise.
"Ready for your edging? I really do think it's increasing your production."
She looked up at him and nodded, at once desperate for stimulation and dreading the inevitable frustration.
He gathered things unseen behind her, then knelt in the straw, noting with pride how swollen and juicy her cunny was already. "You know the rules little cow, no cumming." Her moo of agreement turned into a long moan as he touched a vibrator against her aching flesh.
Her breasts tingled as the machine sucked at her nipples, her clit throbbed and ached, her pussy clenched at nothing, feeling empty and swollen. She could feel her juices on the inside of her thighs.
"So lovely." He murmured, running the vibrator just on the outside of her lips. Her hips twitched as she tried to be still. "I'm going to try something different tonight, do you like that idea?"
She moaned and nodded, anything, any stimulation right now. She just wanted him touching her.
