“Well you definitely did a number on him. He’s dead for sure. Good job, baby.” He held up his hand which contained the nail file I had used. “I got this though, and I made sure all of the evidence is gone.”
“Please don’t say it like it is a good thing.” I felt sick to my stomach as I looked at the blood on the nail file.
“I’m sorry. You need to get some rest. It’s late.” He sat down next to me and put his arm around my shoulders.
“No, I need to get home.” I shook my head and tried to stand.
“Please don’t go. I don’t feel comfortable with you being alone.” His lips came close to mine.
“What? No! I can’t.” I pulled away from his embrace and his attempt at a kiss.
“Okay, I’m sorry. That was not appropriate but please stay here tonight with me. I’ll even sleep on the couch.” He patted the couch and motioned for me to take his bedroom.
I was torn, but I wasn’t sure I wanted to be alone. “Okay, I’ll stay.”
He got up and went into the kitchen. A few seconds later, he returned with a glass of water and some pills. “Take these, and they will help you sleep.”
“Are you sure?” I looked at the pills. I had never been a fan of pharmaceuticals.
“They’ll help. Just trust me.” He smiled and I nodded.
I took them and he helped me to the bedroom. He tucked me in, and before he walked away, I grabbed his hand and I asked him to stay. If I was going to stay, I could at least feel his arms around me one last time. I planned to be on a plane in less than twenty four hours, and even though I didn’t want sex, I did want a little bit of comfort. The pills and the alcohol took me quickly into sleep. It was a dark, dreamless sleep. I woke up to absolute chaos. The police were in the living room. He was talking with two men in blue uniforms. My mind was foggy and clouded again, and I didn’t know if it was the experience or what he had given me. I finally got myself together when he beckoned for me to join him. Questions came faster than I could think, but he stepped in and handled everything like a professional. Apparently, one of the neighbors had seen me on his doorstep the night before, and although they didn’t call the police immediately, when the sun came up, they were still worried and felt like an investigation was necessary. Lloyd told them that I had been in a car accident, but the driver was another Russian national, and it wasn’t reported. He made up a name and gave them a lead to pursue. His rank compelled them to listen to what he said, and I just agreed with everything. I was afraid not to agree…
“Thank you…” I said once they were gone.
“Don’t mention it.” He lit a cigar and poured himself a drink. “Lana, you know I love you right?”
“I know you do, but you have to understand that I can’t stay here. After what happened, I need to go back to Russia.” He offered me a drink and I declined.
“You can’t leave!” His expression quickly turned dark. “I love you! I want you here with me!”
“There’s no way I can stay…” I said quickly. “I do love you, Lloyd, but this is far too complicated.”
“No. I’m not going to let you go.” He said and his hand clasped around my wrist.
Before I knew what was happening, he took me down a long hallway to his basement. I had never been down there before. He pushed open the door and pulled me inside. The room made me lose my breath for a second. It wasn’t a normal room at all. It looked like a child’s room, painted pink with teddy bears and dolls. I quickly looked around at the various things on the wall. There were pictures of him with other women who were dressed up like little girls. My stomach started to turn to a feeling of confusion and I thought I was going to be sick. I thought I knew everything about Lloyd, but what I was looking at was something else entirely. After looking around the room for a few seconds, I turned back to him with a look of absolute confusion on my face.
“Lloyd, what is this place?” I asked.
“I was going to share this with you one day, but I felt like you needed to see it. Lana, I’m a protector. I know I haven’t been the man you’ve wanted, but I take care of my own. I would never let anything happen to you.” He took a long draw from his cigar and exhaled the smoke.
“These women… They were your own?” I looked at the various photographs again.
“For a time they were. They filled a need while I searched for the right woman. You are everything I’ve searched for. You are the love of my life.” He took me by the hand. “I want to protect you and take care of you.”
Nobody had ever protected me or taken care of me—not really. Lenny saved me from a tyrant, but he wasn’t a good man. He stole my mother from my father, and although my father deserved to lose us because of his addiction, there was still a vow she walked away from in order to leave with Lenny. The only reason Lenny helped us was so that he could have my mother. My whole life had been a struggle as I sought independence. Still, Lloyd was too much like my father for me to be comfortable with any sort of arrangement, and the sudden realization of his strange fascination with these women he dressed up as little girls confused me even more. I turned to walk away, but he took me by the arm once more. He pulled me close and held me against his chest as he whispered in my ear.
“I know this is strange, but please don’t leave. Give it a chance. You never had a chance to be a little girl. Your childhood was robbed from you. Let me take care of you. Just give it a few days, and if you don’t like it, I’ll make sure you’re on the next plane to Russia.” He begged.
“Lloyd, I understand what you’re asking, but I can’t risk someone finding out what happened.” I shook my head, but he started to run his fingers through my hair.
“Do you really want to go back to Russia? You like it here…” That much was certainly true.
“I’ll give it three days, but only under one condition.” I said finally. “You can’t drink while I’m here.”
“Lana…” He let a huge sigh escape his lips.
“That is my condition. If you want me, you have to give me something in return.” It was one condition I could not let go of.
“Okay.” He shook his head. “I won’t drink, but you have to do exactly what I say. You belong to me.”
I was a little frightened by the last statement, but I also couldn’t deny that I wanted to stay in America. He walked to a closet and opened the doors. Inside were several dresses. He motioned for me to choose one and I did. I picked one that was pink and frilly. It was everything I had dreamed of as a little girl, but never owned. I changed into it and he sat me down in a chair. He styled my hair and put it a ponytail. I looked younger than I could ever remember staring back at myself. I was forced to grow up so fast. I missed out on so much. My life had taken such a strange turn after Lenny helped me leave my father’s house, and from that point forward I was mostly forced to fend for myself. The school I attended and the family I lived with didn’t want a child, they wanted an adult, and I was forced to take on that role at such a young age. It actually felt nice to be little again.
“One more step.” He said. “We need to put on your diaper.”
“Wait, what?” All of the interest in being a child quickly faded when he said that. “I’m not wearing a diaper.”
“Lana, you agreed to do what I said. You are my little girl, and I want you to wear a diaper for me.” He caressed my hair.
“No.” I shook my head. “Absolutely not.”
“Lana, I don’t want to have to punish you. You agreed to be a good little girl for me.” His hands were placed firmly on my shoulders.
“I’m not going to wear a diaper!” I said emphatically.
“Okay then. I think you’ll change your mind after a good, hard spanking.” He took me by the wrist and pulled me over to the edge of the bed.
“Stop! I don’t want a spanking!” I pulled against him.
“Lana, naughty little girls have to have their bottoms spanked, and you’re being a very naughty little girl.” He sat down and pulled me acros
s his knee.
My dress was flipped up by his hand and my bare bottom was exposed. He rested his hand on my bottom for a second and then he started to spank me. His hand came down hard and fast against my unprotected bare bottom. His hand stung my bottom, but as he started to steadily spank me, I suddenly realized that he was punishing me the way a child should be punished. He was hitting me in the face or throwing me into a wall. He was simply putting me over his knee and punishing me. His hand came down over and over, and my bottom burned underneath it, but I found a strange sense of acceptance in it. I always hated my father for what he abused me, but I didn’t hate Lloyd for the spanking. It was firm and it hurt, but it was fair. His hand landed on the right side of my bottom, followed by the left side, and then several went right in the middle where it hurt the worst. I squirmed and squealed, and within a few minutes, I had tears forming in my eyes.
“Oww! Ouch!” I said with a whimper and a sob.
“Are you going to be a good little girl for me now?” He asked. “Are you going to wear your diaper?”
“Yes sir! I’m sorry! Yes sir!” I couldn’t believe the childlike tone was mine.
“Good girl.” He said.
Lloyd stopped the spanking after about fifty smacks. My father would have bounced me off a wall or left bruises on my face. Lloyd just left me with a tender, sore bottom. He took me to a table and put me on my back. He powdered me with baby powder, and adjusted the diaper on my bottom. After a little bit of positioning, it was strapped around me and he helped me down. I could feel my sore bottom against the pillowed surface of the diaper. He hugged me, told me that he loved me, and gave me several tender kisses. A childhood like that would have been heaven compared to the one I had. He took me to the center of the room and let me sit down and play with a teddy bear for a few minutes. I felt like I had regressed into the role he had designed for me. I didn’t hate it at all. He sat down on the side of the bed and started to unfasten his pants. I looked up at him in confusion.
“You’re going to be a good girl and do what Daddy says aren’t you? You don’t want another spanking do you?” His words were firm and my head spun as he exposed his cock. “Come on over here and suck on your pacifier like a good little girl.”
I realized what he got out of it quickly. I was certainly no stranger to pleasuring a man, but I had never done it in that environment. I felt a little mesmerized as I watched it spring to action. The sexual side of the situation made it finally clear as to why he did what he did. He wanted an obedient, subservient little girl that would satisfy his needs. It was strange, but I found myself okay with it. A sexual relationship I understood, and if he wanted it for three days, I would do it. I was so enamored by the experience I was willing to push it to the next level. I crawled over and positioned myself between his legs. I took his cock in my hand and started to work on the tip. He was definitely well endowed, but I had never sucked his cock before. We had only engaged in fairly simple, vanilla sex. As I started to lick the head and move my tongue down the underside of his shaft, I realized I had never actually sucked a cock as big as his before. I took it into my mouth and started to work my way down the first few inches. It seemed to swell and get larger in my mouth.
“There you go. Now you’re being a good little girl for Daddy.” He smiled and rested his hand on my head.
I liked being called a good little girl. I started to pick up the intensity and force more of his cock down into my throat. He was so large that it was difficult, but I kept pushing against the barrier of my throat and trying to get it all the way in. I finally gave up on it for the moment and moved back to the head, circling it with my tongue a few times. I moved my lips down the side of his cock, rolling my tongue along the underside while he moaned with pleasure. I worked my way down to his balls and started to kiss them while I caressed them with my tongue. He seemed to really enjoy it, so I worked on them for several minutes before finally moving back up his cock and letting it slide between my lips again. I pushed his cock down into my throat over and over until I finally got it all the way in and my lips were touching his balls while his throat was buried in my throat. Once I was able to get it all the way in, I started to move up and down his shaft as fast as I possibly could. I could tell he was getting close as I started to really work on him. I felt his cock start to throat and swell again, and after ten minutes of furiously sucking his cock, I felt it pulsate a few times and I knew my creamy reward was coming.
“Are you ready to swallow Daddy’s cum?” He asked.
“Mmmhmm.” I moaned with his cock buried all the way into my throat.
I pulled it out to the tip and then I felt his cum spurting on my tongue as he sighed and moaned. The salty mixture landed on my tongue and then I forced his cock all the way down my throat so the rest of his cum could be deposited there. His cum was harder and felt like a cannon against the back of my throat. I had never had so much cum in my mouth before. He was not only well endowed; he also had quite a bit of cum for me. I swallowed it all until he was done and then brought the head to my lips, sucking all of it off and swallowing every last drop. My mouth and tongue almost felt numb after I was done. I pulled his cock from my mouth and placed my head on his thigh. He smiled and stroked my hair. I absolutely loved being his good little girl. I couldn’t believe I had longed for freedom so bad. Being taken care of and serving him was an experience I couldn’t even describe. He was right about me losing my childhood, and I felt caught between the world of an adult and a child, wanting to live in both.
“You can play here for a little while. I’ll go make dinner.” He said with a smile. He stood up, put his cock away, and then he disappeared upstairs.
After he left I realized that I really needed to use the bathroom. I looked around but there was nothing downstairs. It then occurred to me that I was wearing a diaper. I struggled with my emotions for a few minutes, then I finally just let it go. It was almost liberating. After dinner was done, he came downstairs to retrieve me and changed my diaper. It felt comforting to have him place me on the table and take care of me again, pulling my diaper off and discarding it, before putting a fresh one on me. We went upstairs and had our dinner, which was spaghetti and meatballs—one of my favorites since arriving in America. We watched cartoons for a little bit, and then it was time for bed. He pulled my dress and diaper off and took me into his bedroom. I was ready for his tough—ready for his love. We made love like adults, and it was the most mind blowing orgasms of my life. His cock felt like nirvana as it penetrated me in a way I never thought I would experience. Everything that happened to me evaporated and I was there with him. I was his.
After the three days were done, I didn’t want to leave. I was so happy while I was him. He had kept his word, and hadn’t touched a drop of alcohol while I was there, so I was willing to trust him even more. I gave up my apartment and I moved in with him. He used his connections to help me get an American citizenship so I really did not have to leave. I knew we had to get married in order to make it official, and I was ready. I wanted to give myself to him and be his little girl, and his wife, for as long as I lived. The only thing that ever kept me from taking the next step was his drinking. After we got married, he poured all of it down the drain and never even talked about it again. I knew I loved him, and he gave me everything he promised me and so much more. By entering his realm and becoming his submissive little girl, I found more freedom than I ever thought possible—he freed me from myself.
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