Saving Little Amy (An Age Play Romance)

by Little, Becca

  “I know, but I can adjust. I kind of like knowing you will take care of me. I’ve never had that. My life has been a struggle and a fight just to make it from one day to the next.” I looked down at his calloused hand which was still stroking my knuckles in a soothing manner.

  ”I’m falling hard for you, Amy. You’ll crush me if you leave, but if you feel like you’re not cut out for it, I will understand. If you ask any of my ex-girlfriends, they’ll tell you I’m an arrogant, self-centered prick. I’m possessive, jealous, and a control freak. I get angry, fly off the handle, drink too much, smoke too much, and I tend to act impulsively without stopping to talk things out. I’m trying to change that last part with you, or at least I’m trying to talk things out before you are in too deep for me to let you go.” I felt like he had flayed himself open and bared his soul to me.

  “Your ex-girlfriends have said all of that about you?” I blinked a couple of times.

  “Well, ex-girlfriends, ex-partners, and a shrink that the force made me see after a couple of incidents.” He smiled. “But I think they sum me up quite nicely. It is better to own it than to let others try to hurt you with it.”

  “Well, Detective Solomon Crane…” I reached over and wrapped my other hand around the one that was holding mine. “I’m afraid I’m already in too deep for you to let me go, so I guess I’ll just have to learn to live with all of that.”

  “There’s more.” He lit up a cigarette and looked me in the eyes again.

  “There’s more?” I asked and smiled. “Okay, I’m listening…”

  “In order for me to indoctrinate you into a life as my little girl, you will have to be regressed. You will depend on me for everything from your morning bath to the food you eat. You will not do anything without asking. You will be completely submissive to me, and you will do what I say without question. You will belong to me, every part of you, and you will never deny me what I want.” He took a drag off of his cigarette.

  My heart started to race a little bit as his words were processed. “I’ll…I’ll try.”

  “There is no try. There is only trust, trust that I would never do anything to hurt you unless you deserve it.” His hand grasped mine tightly and turned it over. He bent my palm upwards until the skin was tight.

  “I do trust you!” I winced at the pressure.

  “Are you sure?” He puffed his cigarette several times, tapped the ashes off of the end and then pulled my palm towards the smoldering tip.

  “I do, but what are you doing?” I clenched my face up as I felt the heat.

  “Trust must be absolute.” He said as he pushed it closer.

  I tried to steady my nerves, and I finally relaxed them, even though I was terrified beneath the surface. “I do trust you.”

  “Good.” He released my hand and stubbed out his cigarette. “You’ll have to trust me in order to become my little girl. Pain and pleasure intertwine in my world, but under no circumstances will I ever lay a hand on you or hurt you unless you deserve it.”

  “I don’t plan on doing anything to deserving it.” I rubbed the hot spot on my hand and found that it was not burned, just very warm.

  “Are you sure this is the life for you?” He asked as he stood up.

  “Yes.” I replied. “I’m absolutely certain it is.”

  “Then come with me.” He reached out his hand and I took it.

  He took me upstairs and walked towards his bedroom. I wondered if I was going to finally lose my virginity. I steadied my walk and told myself that I was ready. There was a time when I was terrified of it, even hesitant to even explore my own body, but I felt safe with Solomon. I didn’t feel like I would ever have any issues trusting him. It was mostly fear that drove me to question him when he held the cigarette to my hand. I knew I was going to have to find a way to overcome that. As he opened the door, I realized I had never actually seen inside it. It was a lot larger than the guest room or the room I stayed in. There was a dip into the edge of it which was set up as a sun room. It also had a bathroom which was even larger than the two other ones. I couldn’t see all of it when he opened the door, but I could see a large whirlpool tub. It was the type I had always dreamed of bathing in one day. He stepped into the room and turned to me.

  “Take off your clothes.” He folded his arms and waited.

  “Yes sir.” I said with a nod.

  I undressed rather quickly, letting them fall to the floor beside me. Solomon had already seen me naked when he spanked me, and he had definitely seen everything else when we were downstairs earlier, so there was no reason to feel shame. He stood there for a moment admiring my body and then reached for my hand. I took a step towards the bed, but he started walking me towards the bathroom instead. He reached over turned the faucet on the tub, adjusting the temperature until it was right. When the water was set, he poured some liquid soap into the stream and it started to bubble up with suds. While water ran in the tub, he opened the closet and removed a bag with a hose that had a long plastic nozzle on the end of it along with a towel. I had never seen anything like it before, and I wasn’t sure what it was used for. He hung the bag on the towel rack and then picked up his shaving cream. He squirted some into his hand and then placed the towel on the edge of the tub.

  “Sit down.” His voice was quick and commanding, so I obeyed without question.

  “Yes sir.” I placed myself on the towel and he knelt down, applying shaving cream to my legs.

  “I shaved earlier.” I said as he lathered me up.

  “Not everything.” His hands moved between my thighs and started to lather up my pubic hair.

  “You’re…” I blinked a couple of times. “You’re going to shave that?”

  “Do you want me to keep doing what I did earlier?” He tilted his head and raised his eyebrows.

  “Yes!” I nodded quickly.

  “Then yes, I’m going to shave that.” He picked up a razor and started at my ankles.

  I started to have flashbacks of the pleasure I felt when the razor started gliding up my legs. They were practically hairless as it was, so there wasn’t much effort required. When he got to my pubic hair, he pulled clumps of it straight and cut through it with his straight razor, which made quick work of what was left when he was done. Having that blade against my pussy scared me, and I had to force myself to relax. Judging by the way my legs bled the few times I had nicked them, one wrong twist and I would be bleeding worse than my last menstruation cycle. Thankfully, he was an expert and the blade simply caressed my skin as the hair was removed. Once he was done with my vagina, he also ran it across my underarms, which had been shaved earlier in the day as well, so they didn’t have much for him to shave.

  “Okay, let’s get you cleaned up.” He said as he stopped the water and helped me into the soothing water.

  “What is that bag for?” I asked as I submerged myself.

  “Have you ever had an enema?” He asked.

  “Um, no. What is that?” I had heard the term, but I wasn’t sure what it was for.

  “You’ll see soon enough.” He smiled and poured some soap on a cloth.

  It was strange being bathed by him, but it felt really good. There were places I couldn’t reach very well, and so they were only cleaned by shower blasts most of the time. It felt like he was opening every pore and scrubbing them out. I let him move me around as needed and wash me with the cloth until I felt cleaner than I ever had before. He took a moment to rinse the rag off and I played in the bubbles, blowing them around the tub. It made me smile and laugh. I never had a tub like that or a bubble bath growing up. They were things I saw in movies or magazines; things that didn’t exist in real life. He soaped up my hair and scrubbed my scalp until it was practically tingling. After he was done cleaning me, he started draining the water and I watched it swirl down the drain. I started to think I could get used to a life like that, but I wondered if he was going to bathe me every day. He rinsed me with a removable shower head until all of the soap was gone,
and then he helped me stand.

  “That was wonderful.” I said with a smile. “I’ve never felt this clean…”

  “There is still one more thing we have to clean.” He dried me off with a towel and then had me sit on the edge of the tub again with a fresh towel around my head, soaking up the water from my hair.

  “What? I don’t have anything else to clean…” I stared at him in confusion.

  “For this part, I need you to lie across the towel on your stomach.” He unrolled the tube on the enema bag, grasping the nozzle in his hand.

  “Wait, where is that nozzle going?” I asked cautiously.

  “Do you need another spanking?” He gave me a stern look.

  “What? No!” I realized I was questioning him instead of obeying, so I quickly sank down to my knees and draped myself across the towel.

  My concerns were confirmed as he moved me until my bottom was pointed upwards and rubbed something on my anus. A couple of seconds later, I felt the nozzle pressed against it. I took a deep breath and flinched as it slid inside. It went in slow, but the nozzle was nearly six inches, so by the time it was all the way in, I felt like it was permanently embedded inside me. I couldn’t see him from the angle I was at, but I could hear him mixing up something, and then I could hear pouring. I then started to feel my anus flooded with warm liquid. It seemed to go on for an eternity and my abdomen swelled up against the towel. I felt tight and bloated, like I had eaten too much and I was on my period at the same time. A few seconds later, cramping started in my stomach as the liquid sloshed around.

  “Oh gosh, that doesn’t feel good.” I winced as he removed the tube from the nozzle and capped it off with something, pushing it even deeper inside of me.

  “A bath can only clean the outside, but an enema will clean the inside.” He sat down next to me and started to dry my hair.

  “How long does it have to stay in for?” I started to hyperventilate from the pressure.

  “Just relax.” He continued to rub my hair with the towel. “It won’t take long.”

  The liquid inside of me started to bubble and my stomach gurgled every time I shifted. The cramping got more intense with each passing second until I thought I was just going to die right there on the edge of the tub. The movement only seemed to make it worse, but my body was moving involuntarily. He held my hand and then used the blow dryer to start drying and combing through my hair, which did help to take my mind off of it for a few minutes. By the time he was done and tugged on the nozzle, I thought I was going to explode. He had to help me stand and then sit down so I could expel all of the contents. Getting rid of the enema water felt like the weight of the world was lifted off of me. I sat there for several minutes, just waiting for all of it to finally seep out. I stood up and was amazed by how empty and clean I felt. I even felt lighter than air, as if I had new energy.

  “Okay, it hurt for a little bit, but I feel…great.” I said with a smile.

  “That is probably just the caffeine. I used a bit of cocoa extract and it does have that effect the first couple of times.” He took me by the hand and I followed him into the bedroom.

  “So you got me buzzed so you could take advantage of me?” I wrapped my arms around him and he kissed me.

  “Something like that.” He squeezed my ass and I lifted my leg, pressing my newly shaved pussy against his jeans.

  “I don’t need a buzz, I’m ready…” I whispered into his ear.

  “Not yet.” He released his grip and knelt down, pulling a box out from under his bed.

  “Is that where you keep your whips and chains?” I asked with a laugh.

  “No, they’re in the closet.” He gave me a smile and then opened the box.

  Inside the box was an array of various items. He pulled out a large wool cloth and draped it across the bed. Once it was removed from the box, I could see diapers, bottles, and other various baby items. There was something different about them though. They were large enough for an adult to use. He placed one of the diapers on the edge of the bed and then picked up a bottle of baby powder, setting beside the diaper. Beside the diapers were a couple of paddles that made my bottom twinge on sight. I realized in that moment that he didn’t just mean I would be his little girl, I was going to literally become his little girl. Suddenly, his words about being regressed and depending on him for everything made sense. The idea of parading around in diapers made me a bit nervous. He took me by the arm and helped me up onto the bed with my bottom on the wool cloth.

  “Where did you get all of this stuff?” I asked as I settled into position.

  “I’ve been looking for the right woman to become my little girl for a very long time.” He adjusted me so that my legs were parted and bent at the knees.

  “Did your wife wear diapers?” I looked up at him.

  “No, she was already properly trained when I married her. You on the other hand, you’ll probably need a lot of training.” He rubbed my legs and smiled.

  “Do I have to wear a diaper all of the time?” I asked as he unfolded the diaper.

  “Until I decide you’re old enough to grow out of them.” He slid it underneath me.

  “What if Chloe comes over? Won’t that be a little weird?” I felt him start to fasten it in place.

  “It’ll be okay. You’ll have something on over it.” He helped me up and walked me over to the closet, which he opened to reveal an array of dresses.

  “Whoa…” I said as I thumbed through them. “They’re beautiful.”

  “I think a couple of them will fit you. I’ll send the rest for alterations tomorrow.” He reached past me and pulled out a blue one. “Try this one.”

  I slipped into it and was amazed by how well it fit, but the style was a little different than what I was used to. It actually looked like something the prim and proper young girls wore when I was younger, something my mother could never afford. It was puffy around the shoulders and tight around my waist with a flowing hem that would easily cover the diaper. While I stood there admiring it, he walked behind me and started brushing through my hair. He formed it into two pigtails and tied them off with fabric that appeared to be the same material as the dress. I really felt like I was finally ready to be his little girl. I was clean, diapered, and dressed for the part. It was almost surreal standing there looking at myself in the mirror. He finally took me by the hand and pried my eyes away from my reflection.

  “Let’s go downstairs.” He said as he picked up one of the bottles from the box.

  “Okay.” I said happily. I practically skipped as I walked beside him.

  ***

  I’m not sure if it was the caffeine buzz from the cocoa extract in the enema, or just the feeling being his little girl created, but I felt happier than I had in a very long time. He fed me my bottle and I drank from it without questioning him. The milk tasted sweet, and seemed to be thicker than normal. It was hardly an appetizer, but I wrinkled my nose when he offered me baby food. Crushed up peas and carrots were definitely not my favorite, but I ate them anyway because I did not want to upset him. We watched a couple of Disney movies which he only seemed to tolerate once he had a few beers in him, but I had a sudden desire to watch the entire catalog. I felt like I had been reborn in some way, like the troubles of the world were just washed away in that bath. It was like I was being given a second chance at life.

  “Where are you going?” He asked when I stood up once the second movie was over.

  “I have to use the bathroom.” I shrugged. I wasn’t used to him asking where I was going every time I left the room.

  “You have a diaper on, sit back down.” He snapped his fingers and pointed at the floor.

  I sat back down with a pout on my face. I didn’t realize he actually intended for me to use the diaper. I held it as long as I could, squirming around on the floor in a way that probably not very sexy, but eventually I had no other choice. I felt the warmness seep into the lining of the diaper as I used it. Once I was finished, I was wet and u
ncomfortable. I knew that it was customary to change it at that point, but I felt a little bit of shame asking. I wanted to just run upstairs and do it myself, but I knew I couldn’t leave the room. He wasn’t kidding when he said I would have to rely on him for everything. I finally relented to it and crawled over, tugging on his pants. He lit up a cigarette and put the remote on the edge of the chair, looking over at me. I struggled to find the words, even though I had made it that far.

  “I…” I grimaced. “I need to be changed.”

  “Not right now, darling. This show is almost over.” He turned back to it. “You can wait a few minutes.”

  I fell back onto the diaper and hung my head. I felt disgusting. When he finally finished the show and helped me up, I waddled to try and avoid letting it make contact with my skin. He took me upstairs to the bedroom and I climbed onto the bed. The dress had to be pulled up so that I could lay on the wool cloth, but I finally managed to get into position without much assistance. He peeled the diaper off and discarded it quickly. I was happy just to have it off. He walked into the bathroom and returned with a wet cloth. He cleaned my inner thighs and my vagina, which caused me to get a little turned on feeling his fingers moving around it. I moaned a little bit and pushed my pussy towards him. He finished cleaning me and then dried me, once again having to rub the cloth between my legs.

  “You don’t want the diaper, do you?” His hand moved down my thigh. “You want something more…”

  “Mmmhmm.” I shook my head as his hand got near my vagina.

  “Tell me what you want, little one.” His other hand moved up the opposite thigh.

  “I want…” I sighed with pleasure. “I want you…”