I woke up early Sunday morning and started my day with special playtime. Since I went to sleep in only my soggy diaper and nothing else, I decided to take a peek at myself in the full length mirror before filling my diaper with a morning squirt. I looked so cute and innocent in my diaper with my bedhead and sleepy eyes, while my small but firm exposed breasts added an air of sexiness. I watched myself in the mirror while I popped my thumb into my mouth and rubbed the outside of my used diaper. I wish Daddy could see me like this, his innocent sexy baby girl playing in her diaper.
Ever since Daddy started changing my diapers for me, I hadn't been able to stop thinking about him. I badly want things to go further than they have, but I don't know how to get there in real life. My imagination, however, does.
"Oh Daddy," I moaned softly as I stuck my hand down in my diaper, "My special place is so warm and wet. Can I touch it, please?" I took my thumb out of my mouth and started teasing my left nipple as I let a little squirt of pee drip down onto the hand in my diaper. The warmth of the wet piss on my hand was so sensual and arousing that I could hardly hold off from touching my clit. "Daddy, I made a little pee pee in my diaper, but I can hold the rest, I swear! I'll be a good girl, I promise! Please let me touch my special place, Daddy! Please Daddy please!"
I imagined Daddy patting me on my diaper and telling me 'Yes little princess, touch your special place for Daddy.' As he brought his hard cock out of his pants and began to stroke it the same way I saw him do last week in the shower.
"Oh thank you Daddy, it feels so good," I moaned as my hand finally came in contact with my clit. I imagined Daddy stroking himself in time with my clit rubbing, alternately speeding up and slowing down with me. I imagined him encouraging me as I brought myself closer to orgasm, telling me I'm a good girl and to keep going.
As I got to the edge, my attention was brought back to the mirror. My arousal was visible. Red face and neck, dilated pupils, and a please-let-me-cum look on my face as the outside of my diaper rhymically moved, betraying what my hand was doing inside. As I crossed the point of no return I stared deeply into my eyes and said "Daddy I'm your good girl, oh fuck Daddy I'm cumming for you." The flood of my squirt was so intense that it leaked out the sides of the diaper while I came. If only Daddy were here in my bedroom, really watching me cum for him.
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After cleaning up the leak from my diaper, I put on a shirt and walked downstairs and waited for Daddy to get up and change me. The squishy wet padding of my soaked-through diaper felt so good against my pussy and my bottom. After about an hour of sitting there watching TV, Daddy called me to come upstairs to be cleaned up.
I followed our usual routine of getting on the towel on his bed and lifting my legs for Daddy to undo my diaper, with no idea that today would be any different than every day the past week. It all started out as normal, with Daddy taking my wet diaper off and sensually cleaning my private area. I noticed him occasionally rubbing the crotch of his pants while he did so, but that was par for the course also. What was different about today was that I finally decided to say something.
"Daddy?"
"Yes, Ellie?"
"What are you doing?" I asked innocently.
"I'm getting you clean and dry, my precious girl." He chuckled.
"Silly Daddy, that's not what I mean! What are you doing with your OTHER hand?" The hand he was gently stroking his pants with stopped dead in its tracks as he paused to think of a response.