Chapter 6

Chapter Six

Emily

Lord Adrian's fingers continued to explore my private places, doing terribly grown up things in the region from which he had only removed my diaper a few moments ago. I stood frozen at the sink, the wet fabric forgotten in my hands. I could feel his hot breath on my neck, his body pressed firmly against my back.

"Bend over the sink," he commanded softly. "I want to see that pretty little pussy of yours."

My legs trembled as I complied, leaning forward until my elbows rested on the cool porcelain. The position left me completely exposed to his gaze. I felt his hands on my bottom, spreading me open.

"Beautiful," he murmured appreciatively. "So pink and wet for Daddy."

I bit my lip hard, mortified by my body's response to his touch. How could I be aroused by this humiliating situation?

"Please," I whimpered.

"Shh," Lord Adrian soothed. "Just relax and let Daddy take care of you."

I heard the sound of a zipper being lowered and my heart began to race. Was he really going to…?

"Look in the mirror, Emily," he instructed. "I want you to watch as Daddy fucks his naughty little girl."

Reluctantly, I raised my eyes to meet his gaze in the bathroom mirror. His blue eyes were dark with lust as he positioned himself behind me. I felt the blunt head of his cock pressing against the entrance to my aching sheath.

"Daddy Victor?" he asked suddenly, turning his head to where my Training Daddy loomed in the background, a calm air of supervision on his face. "Is this included in the fee I paid?"

"Yes, my lord," Daddy Victor replied calmly. "As Emily's potential sponsor, you have full access to use her body as you see fit during this evaluation period. She received her daily contraceptive in the soft drink she had at lunch."

Lord Adrian nodded, seemingly satisfied with this answer. He turned his attention back to me, his eyes locking with mine in the mirror. The unexpected news about what had been in the slightly-off-tasting soda had brought a deep furrow to my forehead, and the thought that his lordship would take it for arousal brought even more heat to my cheeks.

Because…, a voice whispered in my head, explaining the true source of my blush. Because it is arousal. Because you have a real Daddy, now. A Daddy who knows how to take care of a bad girl like you.

"Watch, young lady," he commanded softly. "Watch as Daddy claims what belongs to him."

With that, he pushed forward, entering me in one smooth thrust. I gasped at the sudden intrusion, my body stretching to accommodate his impressive size. Lord Adrian groaned in pleasure.

"So tight," he murmured. "Such a good little girl for Daddy's cock."

He began to move, setting a steady rhythm. I whimpered with each thrust, torn between shame and unwanted pleasure. My eyes remained fixed on the mirror, unable to look away from the obscene tableau we created — my small form bent over the sink, Lord Adrian's larger frame looming behind me as he took his pleasure.

"That's it," he encouraged, his voice husky with arousal. "Watch yourself being fucked like the naughty little girl you are."

I bit my lip hard, trying to stifle the moans that threatened to escape. But as Lord Adrian's pace increased, I found it harder and harder to stay quiet. To my horror, I felt a familiar tension building low in my belly — I was going to climax from this degrading act.

"Please," I whimpered, unable as always to figure out what I meant to beg for.

"Please what, young lady?" Lord Adrian asked, his voice low and husky. "Tell Daddy what you need."

I shook my head frantically, unable to voice the shameful desire building within me. Lord Adrian's thrusts grew harder, more insistent. One of his large hands snaked around to rub circles on my clit.

"Such a naughty little girl," he murmured. "Getting so wet and excited while Daddy fucks you. I think you need to come for me, don't you?"

A strangled moan escaped my lips as the tension inside me built to an unbearable level. Lord Adrian's fingers worked my sensitive bud mercilessly as he pounded into me from behind.

"That's it," he commanded. "Let go for Daddy. Come like the dirty little girl you are."

With a cry of mingled shame and ecstasy, I felt myself go over the edge of my orgasm. Waves of pleasure crashed over me at the sensation of my inner walls clenching around Lord Adrian's thick cock. He groaned in response, his thrusts becoming erratic.

"Good girl," he panted. "Such a good little girl for Daddy."

With a final, powerful thrust, Lord Adrian buried himself deep inside me. I felt the wet heat of his release, marking me as his in the most primal way. We stayed frozen for a moment, both panting heavily.

Lord Adrian's breathing gradually slowed as he remained buried inside me. I felt his chest press against my back as he leaned forward, his lips brushing the nape of my neck. A shiver ran through me at the tender gesture, so at odds with the rough claiming that had just occurred.

He placed a series of soft kisses along my hairline, then nuzzled the sensitive spot behind my ear. His beard tickled my skin, sending little sparks of sensation through my overwrought nerves. I felt myself melting back against him, my body relaxing despite my mental turmoil.

"Such a good girl," he murmured, his breath warm against my ear. "So sweet and responsive for Daddy." His praise washed over me, soothing something deep inside that I hadn't realized needed soothing. "You took your punishment from Daddy Victor, and you wet your diaper and washed it out, and then you let Daddy make you feel good. That's exactly what good little girls do."

His words made me squirm, a confusing mix of shame and pride flooding through me. I shouldn't want his approval, shouldn't crave his praise. And yet…

Lord Adrian's body suddenly tensed against mine. The tender moment shattered as he abruptly pulled out of me, leaving me feeling strangely bereft. I heard the rustle of fabric as he adjusted his clothing.

"Thank you, Hargrove," he said, his voice suddenly cool and businesslike. "Your assistance has been most helpful."

I remained frozen in place, bent over the sink, unsure what to do. My mind reeled, trying to process the abrupt shift in his demeanor. Just moments ago, he had been praising me, calling me his good girl. Now, he sounded distant, almost clinical.

"Emily," Daddy Victor's stern voice cut through my confusion. "Stand up and face us."

Shakily, I pushed myself up from the sink and turned around. Lord Adrian was already by the door, his suit impeccably straightened. Only the slight flush on his cheeks and the darkness of his eyes hinted at what had just transpired between us.

"I'll be in touch regarding my decision," Lord Adrian said to Daddy Victor, not even glancing in my direction. With that, he strode out of the bathroom, his polished shoes clicking sharply on the tile floor.

I stood there, naked save for my thin camisole, feeling utterly lost and confused. Lord Adrian's seed trickled down my inner thighs, a visceral reminder of what had just happened. The harsh fluorescent lighting seemed to highlight every goosebump on my exposed skin.

Daddy Victor brought me back to my cell and left me there, the same way he had done the previous two days, after spanking me in the punishment room. "Think about what you've done, Emily," he instructed — the same words he had used yesterday and the day before, as if the degrading, confusing, terribly satisfying session with Lord Adrian hadn't happened.

When Daddy Victor brought me supper, though, things changed.

"Lord Adrian has decided to sponsor you," he announced, after setting the tray down on the tiny desk. "After you eat, I'm going to take you to your new apartment."

I felt my forehead crease in confusion. "What?" I asked. "But he…"

The way his lordship had departed had seemed to suggest that he had enjoyed himself, and thought humiliating me and fucking me worth whatever he had paid — but that he had no intention of becoming attached to me in any way.

Daddy Victor took a phone from his pocket and showed it to me.

"This is yours from now on."

I stared at the device in my Training Daddy's hand, my mind struggling to process this new development. Sponsor you? Like, the thing Sarah Pierce had said about a Sponsor Daddy ?

"Take it," Daddy Victor instructed firmly.

With trembling hands, I reached out and grasped the sleek rectangle. As soon as my fingers closed around it, the screen lit up.

Selecta Arrangements for Emily Carter, Bad Girl. It shouldn't have turned my face red, after how many times I'd already been called bad girl , but it did. Seeing it there on the screen of the handheld seemed like a sort of brand.

"This is a dedicated device for your Selecta Arrangements app," Daddy Victor explained. "It will allow Lord Adrian to monitor your activities and communicate his expectations. You are to keep it with you at all times."

I nodded mutely, still too overwhelmed to form words. Daddy Victor continued his explanation, walking me through the various features of the app - a GPS tracker, a messaging system, and a section labeled Home Permissions.

"This grants your sponsor access to the surveillance and security features of your apartment," Daddy Victor told me.

I saw that the app gave toggles for each of the items: Front Door, Living Room Camera, Bedroom Camera, Bathroom Camera. My eyes went wide when I noticed that the toggles had all been grayed out.

"As a Bad Girl," Daddy Victor explained, "you don't have the option to refuse your permissions to your sponsor. Lord Adrian will have all the access he needs to take care of you and to enjoy your body as he likes."

I swallowed hard, my eyes going from the screen to Daddy Victor and back as I tried to process the information, alarm and unwelcome excitement seeming to take turns in my mind and my body.

"Now then," Daddy Victor said, his tone brusque. "Finish your meal. We leave in 30 minutes. I'll bring your going away outfit when I come to get you."

As I mechanically spooned bland mush into my mouth, my mind raced. What would life be like as Lord Adrian's "little girl"? What was my going away outfit ? Would he expect me to stay in diapers? To submit to his sexual whims at any moment? The thought sent an unwelcome shiver of excitement through me, which I quickly tried to suppress.

True to his word, Daddy Victor returned exactly thirty minutes later. In his arms, he carried a bundle of pastel fabric and what was unmistakably another thick cloth diaper. My cheeks flushed hot at the sight.

"Stand up, Emily," he instructed. "It's time to get you dressed for your new life as a well-behaved young lady."

On shaky legs, I rose from the narrow bed. Daddy Victor set the items down on the small desk, then turned to me with the diaper in his hands.

"Arms up," he commanded.

I hesitated for just a moment before complying, raising my arms above my head. Daddy Victor deftly pulled the thin camisole off, leaving me completely naked. I fought the urge to cover myself, knowing it would only lead to punishment.

"Lie down on the bed," he said, his voice matter-of-fact.

Biting my lip, I did as I was told. The scratchy blanket felt rough against my bare skin. Daddy Victor approached with the diaper, and I felt my face burn even hotter.

"Lift your bottom," he instructed.

Closing my eyes in mortification, I raised my hips off the bed, just as I had for Lord Adrian. The idea that I might get used to this terrible degradation occurred to me, but every fiber of my being rejected it immediately: how could I possibly get used to being forcibly infantilized?

I felt the thick cloth slide beneath me, followed by the now-familiar sensation of cool cream being applied to my pussy and my bottom crack. The baby powder scent filled my nostrils as Daddy Victor dusted it over my skin. With efficient movements, he fastened the diaper snugly around my hips.

"There we are," he said, patting my padded bottom. "Now for the rest of your outfit."

I watched as he unfolded a pale pink dress with puffed sleeves and a Peter Pan collar. It looked like something a very young girl might wear to church. Daddy Victor helped me into it, buttoning it up the back. The hem fell just above my knees, doing little to hide the obvious bulk of the diaper beneath.

"Stand up and look in the mirror," he instructed.

On wobbly legs, I rose and turned to face the small mirror mounted on the wall. My reflection shocked me. In the childish dress, with the clear outline of a diaper visible, I looked for all the world like an overgrown toddler. Tears pricked at my eyes.

"This is what you are now, Emily," Daddy Victor said firmly. "Lord Adrian's little girl. You'd do well to accept it."

He handed me a pair of white ankle socks with lace trim and patent leather Mary Jane shoes. As I slipped them on, the infantile ensemble was complete.

"Come along," Daddy Victor said, taking my hand. "The van is waiting."

An hour or so later my Training Daddy ushered me, to my astonishment, into an opulent penthouse apartment, located in the heart of bustling London. The sleek black marble floors and floor-to-ceiling windows gave it a modern and luxurious feel. As I entered, my eyes were immediately drawn to the plush velvet couch and designer coffee table in the spacious living room. The state-of-the-art kitchen boasted top-of-the-line appliances and a marble countertop. I followed Daddy Victor down the grand hallway, passing by a stylish guest bedroom before reaching my own lavish en-suite bathroom and king-sized bed in the master suite. This was not just an ordinary apartment - it was a luxurious oasis fit for a queen. I could hardly believe my eyes.

A queen in diapers.

"This will be your home for the duration of your rehabilitation," Daddy Victor explained. "Lord Adrian has provided the basic necessities, but you'll be expected to maintain it properly."

I nodded mutely, still overwhelmed by the rapid changes. Just days ago, I had been an independent young woman with a job and my own place. Now, I was essentially a kept woman — worse than that, the "little girl" of a man I barely knew.

"Your clothes are in the bedroom closet," Daddy Victor continued. "Lord Adrian has asked us to select an appropriate wardrobe for you. You'll find that most items reinforce your new status."

My cheeks burned at the implication. What kind of clothes had Lord Adrian chosen for me? Were they all like the mortifying dress I had on?

"Now then," Daddy Victor said, his tone growing stern. "Get your new phone and open up the app. There's a new section there, called Rules. "