Daddy's Home (Part 1)

This is a series of shorts I was commissioned to write by a patron. 

Knock knock knock. 

Bill walked to the door, uncertain who it could be. “Honey? Are you expecting someone?” 

His wife called down from upstairs. “No, but maybe it’s the postman?” 

He opened the door. It wasn’t the postman. 

Instead, a tall man was standing there, carrying a large duffel, dressed in a leather jacket over casual, but neat, attire. His expression was disconcertingly confident, but more disconcerting was that he held the lead to a leash, clipped to a collar, worn by another man who was crouched on all fours, wearing pants but no shirt. 

“I… can I help you?” Bill asked. 

The man tugged on the leash, walked past Bill, and stepped into the house like he owned the place, the leashed man crawling in behind him. He set down the bag by the door, facing Bill. “You’re not quite as tall in person as you looked in your pictures.” 

“I-” Stepping back, he looked down at the man wearing the collar, who was sniffing at him. “Sir, this is my home. What are you doing-” 

“Just a moment.” The man reached into his jacket, pulled out a handful of glossy picture prints, and passed them over in a stack. 

Bill took one look at the first image and felt a chill go down his back. 

The pictures showed him on the ground, in the midst of rubbing himself through a thick, sodden diaper. His face was clear in some of them, as was the pacifier between his lips.

He’d taken those photos himself. They were supposed to be anonymous. Sure, they showed his face, but… “How’d you get these?” 

The man chuckled. “They were on the internet, baby. It took me about ten seconds to download them. Did you mean to ask how I found you?” 

Bill’s eyes were locked on the humiliating photos. “Erm… yes.” 

Reaching out, he took one of the snapshots from the stack, raising it for emphasis. A letter was just barely visible in the background, sitting on the floor, one side in frame. It was blurry, but a partial address could be made out. “With your photo, and a fairly limited number of addresses that could possibly be listed on this envelope, it wasn’t hard.” Clearing his throat, he added, “I could easily send these to your employer. Your family. Your colleagues.” 

Looking up at him in horror, Bill asked, “What do you want?” 

“Call down your wife.” 

Swallowing, Bill turned, shouting up the staircase. “Honey? Can you come down here for a moment?” 

“Sure!” 

A few moments passed in tense silence as she came down, a pleasant ‘We’ve-got-company’ smile on her face that changed to uncertainty when she saw the man and his… companion. 

“Take a look at these,” the man said, gesturing to the photographs. 

She leaned in, glancing at the pictures. Uncertainty gave way to confusion. “What… Bill, what are these photos?” 

“It’s a long story,” Bill admitted. She was never supposed to see those. “I’m sorry.” 

Her confusion morphed to concern as she put it all together. “Honey…” 

“He’s threatening to show these to everyone,” Bill confirmed. “Unless I do what he says.” 

“Unless you both do what I say,” he corrected. “Sweetie, if you love your husband, you’ll protect him by showing me obedience.” 

She swallowed, looking between him and the photographs. “O-okay.” 

“Now,” he said, bending to unclip the leash from the collar. “Your first instruction is that you will refer to me solely as ‘Daddy’. If you refer to me in any other way, you will be punished.” 

The couple shared a glance, quietly afraid. 

“Will you do this?” Daddy prompted. 

“Erm… yes, Daddy,” Bill mumbled. 

After another pause, his wife added quickly, “Okay, daddy.”

“Good.” He knelt, scratching the collared man under the chin. “Pup, why don’t you go get the run of the house?” 

The Pup nodded enthusiastically, crawling off towards the stairs. 

Standing, Daddy continued, facing Bill. “You will respond to ‘Baby’. You will refer to yourself as such, and if anyone calls you Baby, you’ll do whatever they ask. Do you understand, Baby?” 

He nodded, blushing. “I… okay, Daddy.” 

“Good. Now, Baby, take off all your clothes.” 

Flushing bright red, Baby started to obey, starting with his shoes and working his way up. Socks, pants, and shirt, saving his boxers for last, as though that’d save him any dignity. 

Smirking, Daddy turned to face Baby’s wife. “I’m going to call you the Maid. I want you to open my bag, Maid.” 

The Maid nodded, bending to unzip the duffel. 

“Take out the diaper changing supplies, and the pink box,” Daddy instructed. She obeyed, retrieving a large, fluffy diaper and a tube of baby powder. Facing the Baby, Daddy said, “Lie down on the ground so that the Maid can change you. Maid, put what’s in the pink box on him first, and then the diaper.” 

The Baby obeyed, lying down on the floor, but the Maid hesitated.

“I’ve never…” she started to say. “I haven’t worked with babies.” 

“Well, then, you’d better figure it out.” 

The Maid bent over her husband, apologetic, and opened the pink box. Inside was a steel chastity cage, accompanied by a padlock, but no key. 

“I’m sorry,” she said quietly, pressing the Baby’s legs aside so she could slide the cage on, locking it into place. 

Next came a coat of powder to make sure everything was dry. She applied too much, and a pale cloud made her cough as it billowed in the air, but Daddy didn’t seem to mind as she moved on to the next step. 

The Baby started to get hard as she put the crinkly padding beneath him, but the cage kept him from growing to a full erection. She had to turn the diaper around once to get the tapes on the right end, but once she did, it was easy to wrap him up in the diaper and snugly secure it in place. 

Sitting back, the Maid looked up at Daddy. “Is that okay?” 

“Very good,” Daddy said, smiling. “Now, I want you to get dressed in the clothes labeled ‘Maid’. Baby, you’re allowed to sit up if you would like to.” 

She moved back to the bag, taking out a parcel of clothes with a paper tag on them. Pulling away the tag, she let the bundle unfurl, examining the black-and-white maid’s uniform. The apron was too small to be anything other than decoration, and though it was made primarily out of frills and lace, the skirt couldn’t have come down more than six inches past the waistline. Matching lace panties came with it, and a pair of thigh-high stockings and black high-heels to cover her feet. 

Blushing, the Maid began to undress. She could feel Daddy’s watchful eye as she took off all her clothes, revealing her curves and naked skin, and he didn’t need to say anything to convey his approval. 

She began with the panties and bra, as though they bought her a little modesty, then started pulling up the stockings, using the garter to keep them tight and in place. Next came the shoes, which were simple slip-ons, and finally, the centerpiece of the outfit, the frilly dress. As she’d been afraid of, it barely came down past her butt, leaving almost nothing to the imagination.  

“Good.” Daddy smiled, looking between her and the Baby. “Now, I want to make a few things clear to the two of you. Firstly, that I won’t be here forever. Just until you learn your places. If you’re good, and obedient, then you might get your normal life back very soon. If you’re both naughty, though...” He smirked. “Who knows.” 

Baby whimpered in concern, looking up at the Maid in the hopes that she might know a way out of this, but she was just as clueless. 

“Now Baby, from now on, your only potty will be your diapers. You will use them for everything. You won’t try and hold it, or avoid having accidents in embarrassing situations. Maid, you will change him only when his diapers are full. If I discover that you’ve changed him out of a diaper that could hold more, you will both be punished. If he leaks, you will both be punished. Do you understand?” 

She nodded, looking down at her new, uncomfortable shoes. 

“There will be other rules as well, but those are the ones for a start. You will do everything I say, without hesitation, or you will both be punished. There will be no exceptions.” Standing straight, he looked towards the stairs as the Pup returned, crawling back to Daddy’s side. 

Crouching slightly, Daddy ruffled his hair. “Now, we need to start on some… renovations. The Baby is going to need his nursery, and of course my Pup needs a place to sleep. If you don’t have anything else to say, I think it’s time that we get to work.”