Page 32 of Spencer's Satisfaction
I giggle at his near speechlessness. “You like, Daddy?”
There’s a sharp intake of breath down the line, and I imagine his pretty eyes widening. “Honey, are…are youlittleright now?”
“Mmmhmm,” I wriggle in bed with the pavlovian response of hearing his voice while I’m cocooned in my personal bubble starting to kick in. I slip my free hand beneath my blankie and press down over the top of my crotch to try and stifle it. It only makes me harder. “I was ‘sperimenting,” I tell him, trying to distract myself. Then I lower my voice into a stage-whisper, “I like it a lot.”
“You’re killing me here, Tony,” he says, but I can hear the smile in his voice. “You look so cute dressed that way.”
I glance down my body and grin. “I bought it for Franky.”
Spencer laughs. “Of course you did.” His tone goes all soft and sweet when he adds, “I’m glad you like Frank so much. I need my two favorite boys to get along.”
“I still like you better than Frank,” I tell him, as though it wasn’t obvious.
“I’m even more relieved to hear that,” he sounds amused. Then he asks, “So, is the onesie and the diaper all you’ve tried out?”
I shake my head, forgetting that he can’t see me. “Nuh-uh. Also got a bottle.”
“Oh, I see. And what did you think of that?”
“My belly’s full of milk,” I answer, some part of me realizing that it wasn’t quite an answer. I try to pull my thoughts together, concentrating hard. “I mean, I liked that, too. I want more.”
“More milk?”
“Nope. More of…” I gesture vaguely around me, once again having forgotten that he can’t see me. “This. Being little. It’s…it’s really nice.”
“Oh, angel, I’m so happy for you.”
Those words bring me back to my ‘big’ headspace some more. He’s happyforme. Not for himself, despite how much I know he’s going to enjoy sharing this with me. No, he’s happyfor me, because I’ve found something new out about myself. Something good.
“You are?” And yet, I’m still apparently insecure.
“Tony, you’re so brave to step out of your comfort zone and try something new, you know that?”
I swallow, the last of the floaty feeling fading. “All I did was put on a diaper and drink some milk.”
He’s silent for a moment, before he firmly says, “Listen to me, Anthony; you didn’tjustdo anything. You’re exploring a kink – that’s not something everyone has the balls to do. Especially not a kink that so many people see as taboo. I am so proud of you for having the courage to put yourself first. And I’m honored that you chose to share it with me, by sending me that picture and answering my call. That’s even braver, you realize.”
He sounds so passionate, and it does funny things to my belly to hear him talking this way about me.Me!I’m kind of lame, but he’s hyping me up anyway, and it’s almost overwhelming that this beautiful man, with his equally beautiful voice and successful career, thinks I’m even the slightest bit special.
It also does very little to distract me from the erection now pushing urgently at the polypropylene inner layer of my diaper. If anything, hearing him specifically saying such lovely things about me while I’m in bed makes me even harder. I bite my lip to stifle a needy whimper.
“Tony? You okay? Is this too much?”
Oh, it’s too much all right. But insucha good way.
“I…” I squirm and, with my free hand, push down harder on my crotch. That proves to be a mistake. “Ohh…” I bite my lip. “Daddy. I’m…I’m big again.” I know it’s important that he understands that, because I follow it up with, “And I’mhard.”
“Oh! Oh, I see.” There’s a smile in his voice now, but he’s sounding sultry all of a sudden. I squeeze myself through the layers, not sure whether I’m trying to prevent things from getting more intense or encourage them further. “Put your earbuds in and get comfy, angel. Daddy’s got this.”
I guess we’re going with encouraging things along, then.
Not at all disappointed with the turn of events, I scramble to do as he asked, retrieving my earbuds from my nightstand, popping them into my ears, and waiting for the sound to transfer over. I’m even more pleased to have shelled out the extra cash for a proper pair that have an inbuilt mic so I can continue the call hands free.
“Done,” I tell him, sounding a little breathless even to my own ears as I settle back against my nest of pillows.
“Good boy,” he praises, and my dick jumps for him. “Are you lying in bed, baby?”
“Yeah…I…I have a pile of pillows that I, uh…” I close my eyes, remind myself to be brave, and finish the confession, “that I imagined was you holding me.”
