Page 31 of The Secret Job: Into the Depths of Depravity
“I’m well Frank, how are you?”
“I’m all the better for seeing you, Roxy.”
“Frank, are you flirting with me?” I giggle.
“Absolutely not.” He chuckles. “My misses would spank my arse.”
“Frank!” I exclaim in mock horror. Chuckling to himself Frank slightly turns up his favourite radio station and pulls away. It seems Frank is warming to me over time. Interesting.
I know when we arrive because the car slows and turns down what I assume is a country track. Bumping along in the back of the car, we do eventually come to a halt and Frank instructs me to remove my eye mask as usual. Before I can look around at the house we have arrived at a large, bearded manwearing jeans and a plain t-shirt opens the door and fills my view. My mouth almost hangs open in surprise.
“Roxy sweetheart, here take Daddy’s hand and let’s get you settled in.” I realise I am meant to use my little girl voice but I can’t bring myself to do it in front of Frank no matter how relaxed around me he is becoming. He already knows the type of job I have taken, that is enough embarrassment from me. I just nod, take the man’s giant hand and climb out with my bag. The big man with a mop of brown hair and a brown beard takes hold of my bag and then holds my hand and starts to pull me along to his house which looks a lot like a country barn.
I actually feel like a little girl in comparison to him and my small feet walk twice the pace to try and keep up with his long strides. Swiftly we are through the front door and the man says to me, “Let me look at my little angel.”
I stand red faced staring up at him as he moves his delighted gaze over my face and body. “Welcome to your home for the night little one. I can’t wait to get started and take the very best care of you.”
This is it, now is the time to embrace the role or go home. Sucking in a deep breath, I put on my very best little girl’s voice and say in reply, “I’m so excited to be here Daddy.”
I know I’ve hit the mark as his rugged face morphs into a smile of delight that lights up his unusually attractive face. I know I should expect the unexpected, but I genuinely thought he would look a lot like an older gentleman. This man looks like he could be in his early forties at most. He has the height and width of a Daddy, that’s for sure. Just a younger, prettier face than I was expecting.
“Let’s get you changed into your proper clothes and get you fed, I bet you’re hungry after your journey here.”
“Yes Daddy, my tummy is getting hungry,” I reply hoping I’m pulling off the best little girl I can be for him.
Daddy takes my hand and leads me up a staircase adjacentto the door. The hallway is white with panelling and light wood beams in the ceiling. It really is a quaint barn house inside.
Climbing the stairs together, Daddy leads me into a pink, nursery-looking room decorated with hand-painted delicate flowers and animals. I almost stop dead in my tracks when I see a giant cot bed on one side of the room and a giant changing table on the other. This had not quite been what I was expecting. This is more serious Daddy/ little girl play than I anticipated.
“Ok my sweet little lemon blossom, let’s get you onto the change table.” Daddy picks me up as if I weigh nothing and pops my bottom on the edge. “Arms up young lady.” I obey and lift my arm as he pulls off my sweater, then my t-shirt and then my bra.
“Good girl sweet pea. Now lie back a bit further up the table so Daddy can take off your jeans.” Again, I do as he asks and shuffle back before lowering my back on the squishy adult-sized changing mat. Daddy undoes my zip and pulls my jeans off me and then my panties. It’s a very strange feeling to lie down on an adult changing table with a stranger and allow him to change me and see me so naked so quickly. I know it should feel wrong, but I can’t help but follow along in the fantasy to see what he does next. Everything about this situation is fascinating and nothing I’d ever considered in my whole life.
Daddy picks something up and lifts up my bottom and to my bewilderment he tapes the sides up on an adult diaper. “Daddy is going to take care of all your toilet needs, little one, so it’s important you use your diaper.”
I look on in horror as it dawns on me there was an important detail in the job description I hadn’t looked up—the ABDL acronym, maybe the D stands for diaper because this was not part of what Sophie described.
“Roxy is a big girl, she can use the potty,” I counter, hoping that helps alleviate the situation.
“Roxy is a little girl and still wears diapers,” replies Daddy sternly. I bite my lip. I can’t speak back; this is what he wants. Is this what I want? Can I wear an adult diaper and actually use it? Surely this is pushing even my own limits. Do I have any? Is peeing in an absorbent pad so bad? Oh god, can I really do this?
“I can see you need something to take your mind off getting ready,” says Daddy, who leans over and puts a large pacifier in my mouth. Oh dear lord, is this my limit? Have I reached the point of no return?
Wide eyed, I suck on the pacifier as Daddy pulls a pair of frilly bloomers up over my nappy. He then pulls my arms to have me sitting up. “Arms up,” he commands, and I do as he asks. He pulls down a pink and white dress with a frilly white collar. I watch him as he works on dressing me and I’m taken in by the delicate care he’s showing like a real Daddy. The look on his face is one of care not desire. I feel like I left the real world and entered into something completely alternative.
“Don’t you look a picture,” he says, looking at me with pure admiration. Next, he pulls long white socks onto my feet up to my knees. “Daddy needs to do your hair now. Let’s get you down to sit on that stool so Daddy can make your hair look pretty.” Daddy then lifts me into the air and puts me down onto a pink velvet stool. I watch as he picks up a brush and gently starts combing my hair before splitting it into two at the parting and tying pigtails on either side of my head.It’s been a very long time since I wore pigtails,I think to myself.
“Let’s see you, give Daddy a big spin for me.” I stand up feeling a lot less like myself and surprisingly a lot more like the character I am here to play. I spin and my dress twirls out around me and for a second I forget everything and am transported back to my childhood. I smile at the memory and the pacifier pops out of my mouth, I had forgotten I was still sucking on it.
“Opspies,” I say, holding a hand over my mouth looking back at Daddy to see what he might do.
“No problem sweet pea, you look like an angel in that dress, you’re my little angel. Let’s get your tummy nice and full.”
Daddy bends down to pocket the pacifier, then holds out his hand for me to take it. Together we walk along the corridor and back down the stairs. Daddy leads me into a wide open-plan living and dining area. He guides me to the dining table where there is a wooden seat like a giant baby chair. “Here you go, this is your seat sweet pea.” I look at the seat and then back up at Daddy bewildered that he owns so much furniture for this way of life.
“Such a big chair, Daddy,” I reply and climb in. When my bottom hits the wooden seat, a tray table is latched down in front of me, effectively securing me to stay in the chair. My chair faces the kitchen, and I watch as this man who enjoys this kind of fantasy opens the oven and pulls out a large square dish. It’s still steaming as he places the food in a bowl and on a plate and carries them over to me. “I made your favourite sweetheart. Hope you’re hungry.”
I look down at the bowl set in front of me and exclaim, “You really did make my favourite Daddy!”
