Page 34 of The Secret Job: Into the Depths of Depravity
Daddy picks me up lovingly and settles me down in anadult sized crib that has one side lowered down, surrounded by soft toys. “Wait here, Daddy is going to get you some milk and we’ll read a bedtime story before bed.”
I nod and look around at all the bears of different shapes and sizes surrounding me. It doesn’t take long before Daddy re-appears with a book and a bottle. Holding out his hand, I stand, and he walks me over to a large cushiony chair, he sits down now wearing a checked dressing gown and pats his lap. I climb onto him and he settles me into his lap, cradling my head and back with his arm and he puts the teat of the warm milk bottle into my mouth and holds it as I suck it down.
Feeling warm and protected, I hold the bottle to my lips, and he opens the book, beginning to read to me as I suckle and listen to the childish words of the story. Despite the strange situation, despite the strange outfit and despite never having met this man, a calm settles over me and in a way I can see why someone might enjoy being taken care of in such a way day-to-day. It might not be for everyone, but for the right person this feeling of being cared for and protected would be priceless. So with that thought in mind, I continue to enjoy the escapism of this experience for what it is and make the most of my time curled up in this man’s arms as he so clearly is enjoying taking care of me, the way that makes him happy.
When he’s finished and my bottle is empty, he collects me up into his arms and lowers me down onto the crib, tucking me in. Hovering above me, he looks into my eyes and says gratefully, “Thank you for everything today, you have indulged me on every occasion.”
I smile warmly back up at him and reply sleepily, “Thank you for today and for sharing your true self and what it is like to be so well cared for and loved in this way.”
He lowers his head and kisses my forehead, “Sweet dreams little one, Daddy will wake you up in the morning.” He runs a soft hand down my cheek before standing and lifting up theside of the crib enclosing me in. Walking out of the room, he closes the door and leaves me in darkness. I feel swaddled and warm and sleepy, I can barely keep my eyes open as I begin to drift off asleep to dream about jelly and ice cream and rainbows.
The next time I open my eyes it’s to look back into the moss green eyes of Daddy.
“Morning sweet pea. Daddy needs to get you up and changed for your trip home today,” he says in a regretful voice.
“Roxy sad,” I reply as I begin to wake up and understand what he’s saying. I stretch my arms up over my head and yawn.
“Daddy sad too sweetheart,” he replies as he untangles me from the blankets and pulls me up to a sitting position before lifting me up into the air and cuddling me into him as I wrap my legs around him. I rest my head on his shoulder as he clings to me and strokes my hair. I hear him breathing in the scent of me before walking us over to the changing table and lowering me onto it one last time.
He starts with the zip, unzipping me and easing my arms out, instead of pulling it off lower, he helps me into a sitting position. I look at him expectantly, but with sad eyes he pulls out my bra and begins to dress me as I had arrived the evening before. I feel a tug of sadness on my heart strings as he hooks up my bra and lowers my red jumper back over my head. He lowers me back down again and pulls the bodysuit from under my bottom and then tugs my feet out. He unhooks my diaper and being unused, he pulls up my panties and threads my legs into my jeans. He lifts me off the changing table and tugs on my jeans and does them up. Alas I am looking like a woman again. I’m back to me.
I look up at him and say, “Thank you.”
He closes his eyes and replies, “Thank you back.”
Holding my hand, he leads me out of the pink nursery and to the bathroom, “Do you need to use the bathroom before your ride home?”
“Yes, that’ll be great,” I walk in but he doesn’t follow. Another twinge tugs at my heart but I don’t linger as I close the door, my bladder letting me know it’s time to go. Once I relieve myself and wash my hands, I open the door and find Daddy waiting outside for me. He takes my hand and leads me down the stairs.
“Would you like a drink before you go? I have juice, tea, coffee, warm milk.”
“Warm milk,” I reply and then add, “in a sippy cup please.” Daddy’s eyes light up. He lifts me onto a stool at the kitchen island and he gets to work warming milk and then handing it to me in the cup. He looks pleased to watch me sip the milk and I am happy to indulge him one last time.
“I wish I’d booked you for longer.”
“Iwish you’d booked me for longer,” I reply kindly. “But you know, as a first time experience being a little girl with her Daddy goes, it has been truly incredible.” And I mean it. Never in my wildest dreams did I even consider this to be a thing, a kink, something two people enjoy either as occasional role playing or even living like this. And yet I kind of get it, I enjoyed the freedom of not thinking or doing, just being taken care of and feeling safe and loved. “There were a couple of standout highlights, but I’ll let you guess what they were,” I smile playfully.
“I think they were also my highlights too. I’ve never lost control on an overnight stay like I did with you yesterday. I felt compelled to give into my desires and consume you and you gave back to me every ounce and more.”
I blush remembering our sexual encounter, it was the cherry on the top of a perfect playmate job.
Once I finish my milk, Daddy takes my hand and helps meoff the stool and walks me over to the front door where my shoes and overnight bag are waiting for me. I slide my shoes on and turn back to Daddy, throwing my arms around him. He picks me up, lifting me high in the air so our heads are aligned. I wrap my legs around his waist one last time as he leans in and kisses me tenderly goodbye. “Goodbye sweet pea. Until the next time.”
“Goodbye Daddy, I really did have fun with you last night.”
“I know you did sweetheart. Safe drive home. Take care.”
“Take care of you too won’t you?” I ask protectively.
“I promise,” he replies softly as he lowers me to the ground, opening the door. I collect my bag and as I turn to walk out the door, he kisses my head on passing.
I slowly make my way back down the path, into Frank’s awaiting car and shut the door, looking back at the front door that is now closed. “Hi Frank.” I smile back at him
“Hi Roxy. Good evening?” he asks for possibly the first time ever.
“Very good evening.” I smile shyly back at him as I fasten the eye mask on and he pulls away from the house. Daddy’s house.
On the drive back, Frank turns up the radio and I mull over the events of the past evening. I’m truly baffled and awed by what people like to do behind closed doors. Whilst some of them, including last night’s events, wouldn’t come to my mind as something I’d like to do, I did enjoy participating in them. And from participating in them I get an insight into why they like to play in a certain way. I get to experience the love and care from Daddy in a way no one has ever shown me as an adult. Not to say James doesn’t take care of me, he cares, and he loves me very much. But no way to the extent of feeding, bathing and dressing me. Before this experience, I was intrigued. After this experience, I get it. And I don’t think anyone can say that without doing it and playing along. Therewas a connection and a trust there that I felt even for just one evening together. I will remember Daddy and the way he made me feel calm, cherished and wild between the sheets.
