Author's note: I feel good today. Got a good night rest and a feeling of accomplishment as I finally had my diaper day and lived my fantasy!

Here is how it all started...

I was going about my hum drum life, a 5'4' brown hair blue eyes large chested housewife from a little city. I was in the grocery store when this man caught my eye. Drawn to him and not knowing why I found myself staring...My stare following him across the produce aisle and all the way to the baked goods where he disappeared behind loaves of bread. I was walking through the cans trying to shake it off when there he was, suddenly behind me. He made no attempts to hide his gaze. Looming over me as he walked past, I shivered.

We ended up going out the "Out" door together, our carts making loud noises on the concrete, one right next to the other. He said "I know what you need". I was confused. "What I need? I just bought it." After a genial conversation, we had each other's numbers in hand.

I fiddled the number through my hands, contemplating if he was just being a pick-up artist with that line, making some sort of rude joke about his penis, or if he really could read something about me, that maybe even I didn't know about. He seemed so serious. I wanted to call him but felt I had to wait a few days per societal contract.

The phone rang and his voice immediately swept me away. So much so in fact that I was at his house at an impromptu dinner date before I even knew it.

He had music playing in the back ground - I could make out soft noises under the music, but not what they said. Many drinks, a few hits of weed, and a night long conversation had my head in a sad state the next day. Groggy, tired, silly, and almost delirious, I was about to wander out the door...when his hand on my arm gently pulled me back. He again said, "I know what you need" but this time in a gentle and caring tone. I was more than intrigued, and just nodded.

I could feel him slipping something over my head. I thought, "Oh he bought me a necklace!" but it wasn't...It was placed around my head, and locked on tightly like a belt in back and there was just a little soft thing in my mouth. It did feel good. I lifted my hand up to see what it was...There was “plastic, hmm" and a sort of leathery material on the sides. "Is this…” running my fingers over a little loop dangling from it, “a pacifier???"

He expertly cuffed my wrists in front of my body with large steel locking cuffs. "Oh, sex games!" I'd never had a one-night-stand taken this far before! It did excite me.

Things 'started' to get weird. He brought out some plastic wrap from the kitchen, and set it on a nearby table. He placed a hand under one of my breasts and lifted the weight of it a bit. "These are much too big for a little baby. Little babies don't have these. And you want to be a little baby, don't you?"

I nodded in agreement. "Why am I nodding?"

"Good little one."

I melted at the words. I could hear myself thinking in the background, "I love my diaper. I love giving up control." then in the foreground, "Why am I thinking these things?" Struggling with my own thoughts, my thoughts started talking to themselves...subconscious wrestling with conscious..."because you love being a little baby." "No, I've never even tried...well, I was one before, I guess." The subconscious was ruling over the conscious...winning the fight swiftly and without much competition. As a bit of fear struck my heart and was calmed yet again by reasoning coming straight from my subconscious, I gave in.

One thing I told myself was that it's OK...this is just run-of sexual play from last night... especially since I could feel him inserting vibrating eggs into my pussy. He had put two of them in a condom and they were clunking against each other, making a racket inside of me. It felt delightful. Plus, how considerate of him to have first wiped my private areas off gently and thoroughly with a wet wipe first! I was glad that he wasn't going to be down there touching all over last night's sweat, sleep, and sex.

Next was a butt plug. It was hard, and immediately felt heavy. I tried to turn to watch him put it in, and howled a bit at the stretching feeling. I felt all warm and gooey inside. I loved this attention. A part of me had always been intrigued by bdsm. Watching kink.com videos, but knowing I could never go so far as to try any of the crazy upside down sort of painful antics that they get into. What was happening now felt good to me. It felt light, and loving.

The plastic wrap from off of the table was then held in his hands. He expertly swirled it around my breasts. I felt like Cinderella getting wrapped by all of the fairy Godmothers before the ball. He left the nipples out and proceeded to finish up by wrapping duct-tape over the plastic wrap. The sharp “WHIRRR” of the duct tape becoming un-raveled put me on edge. I started to second guess the whole operation once again, but the feel of his hand gentle on my shoulder and the whisper of "Good little one" sent me right back to the relaxed, compliant, obedient and empty headspace I was in previously. My nipples were squeezed tightly by the edges of wrap and tape. I looked down at them, a thought of "I must look ridiculous" was instantly cured by the thought of "but this is what he wants, and I love to obey him, and I am such a good little one, and I love to be a good little one..."

Thus, on came the inevitable diaper. Then another. Then another. Then another. I was still standing in the middle of the living room like I had been this whole time, but with just a tiny tap on the inside of my thigh, I spread my legs a bit, and felt the plastic and cushion being placed between my legs. I was scared...embarrassed...I thought "This! This!!!! Oh no!!! This.... is what I've always really wanted. How did he know?" My mind again reasoned with itself, "OK, he must like this diaper play stuff, since he's the one doing it, so it shouldn't be too embarrassing!" "But...but...what if he embarrasses me in front of others!" My head was in a wrestling match with itself that no "Good little one" could ever contend with, yet I still stood still. I thought, "Am I shock? A deer in the headlights?"

A hood soon curbed my fears. This way I was able to stay "Phew...if he does try to let anyone else see me, they will have no clue who I am." I was even more comforted by the fact that it locked on as this meant he didn't have plans of "outing me" anytime soon!

I could still see through the holes in the hood, but the tightness of it pushed the pacifier snug into my mouth. That wasn't coming off anytime soon either. I explored the pacifier with my hand and found I was able to get it just a little out of my mouth. "Good. I can still talk and breathe" I took a hard deep breath, making me realize how shallow my breathing had been ever since my chest had been tightened with duct tape. A few deep breaths and a few "Good little one" trigger words, and I was in hypnosis heaven. I almost fell back as my mind drained into such a delightful and peaceful resting state.

I moved my hands down and felt my diapers. The proudness made me feel so good. These were MY diapers. I am SUCH a GOOD LITTLE GIRL. They felt hard to the touch, in both front and back. They were snug as a bug in a rug. They kept my legs gapped open and I knew any walking I did would be in a toddler fashion. I hadn't realized then, that my chest bound in such a way along with my legs gapped open in diaper form, and the plugs in my ass and vagina would surely make any walking or movement very awkward. I was instantly turned on by the diapers being so expertly and snuggly on me. I didn't know anything about them..."Will they leak? When will they come off?"

I was now un-cuffed and dressed. The shirt was a tight T-Shirt that said "I heart Daddy" in colorful crayon lettering. The skirt was a layered and frilly yellow one that reached just above my diaper. I had socks placed on my feet. They were rainbow in coloring. He showed them to me and I was instantly in love with them, and so excited! 😃 Blue, padded mitts were placed on my hands and then the cuffs were put back on. I knew it was over now...any control I had of the situation was now gone. The most I could do to get away would be to kick him, or scream... "OK...I still have SOME control" I reasoned. But I felt soooo good.

"What is going to be next?" by now I just wanted him to keep going and going... placing more strange new and wonderful items on me. They felt like presents on Christmas. But no, he took me gentlemanly by the elbow and led me waddling through a door in his large home. I hadn't explored his home when I originally got to it. I saw his living room for drinks, and of course, his lavish bedroom with the high sheet count, comfy bed, and beautifully placed candles.

The room we walked into...I knew it was mine the second I saw a crack in the door. Fear and happiness twirled around inside of me. It was a pink and purple princess collection decorated room. How did he know of my almost secret enjoyment of Disney princess movies? I kept the love of those videos almost as hidden as my love of BDSM videos. There were elaborately framed disney characters on the wall. I really felt this room was made new, and especially for me when I saw the newest Princesses Tiana, Rapunzel, and Merida. In large wooden glittery letters I read "My Princess".

It was beautiful; however...there was no bed. None. Everything seemed to be floor based. There were coloring books, large crayons, big pink and white soft plastic building blocks. There were a few large soft knit white and pink blankets on the floor and a pink and purple what looked like homemade quilt on top of a chair. One especially striking feature was that the floor wasn't carpeted...What was that?! I knew immediately upon stepping on it. "This is a tarp!" Held down in each corner was a floor covering tarp. No wonder that even the floor was barren. Don't want to have to do too much pickup if you're replacing the tarp. "Does this mean that for sure I'm going to be wetting myself? Ohh noooo." I was about to pass out when placed gently on the floor. "Relax my good little one." My new Master, Sir, Daddy? told me. I did just so. My head sunk into a nice pile of pillows and he gently placed the blanket over me. He started playing music. Lullaby type of music. There was much louder wording behind it this time. The words matched the thoughts in my head. They ran together like a song. I fell asleep.

When I got up, I had no idea what time it was. I went to call for my new Sir, but found I could only squirm and make grunting, moaning, complaining garble noises with my mouth. I gave out a big "UGH!" complaining sound as I tried to push myself to stand up. The music had gotten annoying by this point. "How long was I asleep?" I had to go to the restroom also, but I just wasn't sure if I felt right about using the diapers that had been placed on me.

He soon came in. He had heard me over a baby monitor speaker in the wall. He walked up to the music and turned it off.

"Is my baby girl hungry? Wants Daddy to feed her?" he asked, in a silly pouty patronizing way. I pouted, and nodded. As he placed a bib that said "I'M CUTE!" on it around my neck, I tried to talk to him. I wanted more info on this whole situation. Words did come out of my mouth. They strung together in a nice sentence stream like usual, but they weren't right. I was talking, but I just couldn't do it right any longer. "Dadda I hungie. Whatcha gonna feed me? I want candies peeeeze" I tried to shake it off. I was better left not talking at all. Extremely embarrassed, I shied and looked away, staring at the floor.

"It's OK baby girl. I'll take care of you." Daddy said. Then I heard "Vroom!" and saw a small spoon full of something coming toward my mouth. It was mashed up and tasted sweet. I knew it was fruit, but not what kind. Turns out my first meal in my new home was mashed prunes. After I was full I got a nice hug and pat on the back, and was laid down with my head resting in daddy's lap. Wow. This felt so good. He spent a lot of tender time with me, letting me drink cranberry juice and water out of a bottle. He seemed to want to tend to my every need. He held me securely in his arms while rubbing and patting my back. I let out a few good belches and chuckled to myself "I'm already in diapers...why be embarrassed about that?"

I was swept away. That day he spent long, good hours with me. He was on his knees for me, on the floor, playing with toys and making noises. He spoke to me as a mix between a toddler and an adult. Sometimes asking me serious questions, to which I could only nod or answer in baby talk words. Sometimes just being goofy, making me really feel like a playful kid inside. He looked at me with such love and tenderness. It was around the time in which my adult words started to come back that he seamlessly changed things from playtime, to naptime once again. I felt loved, cherished, and somehow totally in control, as though I finally knew what was right for me, as I drifted off to sleep to the same tingling instrumental music as before.

Daddy is now one of the few words I can speak out loud. I know I have the exact amount of words at my disposal that any average toddler has, such as "Daddy, Dadda, BaBa, Paci, Blankie." Sometimes Daddy puts me in a full trance-like state, in which I can't think at all and am only a helpless, thoughtless baby with nothing but comfort or discomfort to deal with, but Daddy knows I whole heartedly embrace and love my new position in life, and wouldn't leave for an instant!

That is why I am permitted sometimes, such as now, writing this story, to use my full adult brain. Don't let that confuse you... I have been completely trained to be the good little girl that I love to be.

I am writing this in my new place in life. Exactly where I need to be. I am owned; at all times a toddler or baby to my loving Dadda. Along with other types of baby and toddler foods I get fed mashed prunes, prune juice, cranberry juice and water on a daily basis to keep my system working correctly and my diapers regularly full and I wouldn't want life any other way.