A Woman's Place - Part 3

Sammy frowned to herself. That hadn’t come out right. Didn’t she want to be taken to the potty? Or for that matter, why did she need to ask Daddy at all? Couldn’t she just go? She knew how, after all. Didn’t she?

But then Daddy was hurrying into the living room, and Sammy saw what he was carrying in his hand. It was a large, plastic training potty.

“Nooo…” she whined, still squirming on the spot. “Daddy, no! I want the toilet.”

“We don’t have time for that, little one,” he said, placing the bright green potty on the floor of the living room. “You’re just a silly little girl who can barely control herself. We don’t want you to have a pee-pee accident on the carpet.”

Sammy whined again. This wasn’t right! But Daddy was already brushing her hands away from her crotch and tugging down her skirt. Suddenly, she felt her bladder twinge, and a spurt of wee-wee entered her training pants.

“Hurry, Daddy!” she squealed, her reservations quickly forgotten. She didn’t want to tinkle in her pull-ups! “Gonna haf an accident!” She felt herself wetting her pull-ups a little more, and her face turned scarlet.

But then Daddy had positioned her over the potty, tugged her slightly soggy pull-ups down to her knees, and lowered her plump bare bottom onto the ridiculous thing. She closed her eyes and let out a soft, cooing sigh immediately, feeling her bladder release. There was a faint tinkling sound as she peed in her potty, and she could feel Daddy stroking her hair while she did her business.

“Good girl,” he cooed, and Sammy felt a pleasant tingling in her head and her no-no spot. “That’s my good girl!”

When she was done, Daddy took a pack of baby wipes and wiped her clean between her legs. “You clean the house,” he said, kissing her on the forehead, “but Daddy cleans you.”

Sammy giggled. The wipes felt good on her princess parts. She liked it when Daddy took care of her.

“We don’t really need to bother wiping you since you’re going right back into these icky pull-ups,” Daddy continued, his eyes glinting, “but it’s important to get into good habits. Maybe next time you’ll even stay dry!” He laughed, and she giggled along with him, although she didn’t really get the joke.

Once Daddy had wiped her, he slid her damp pull-up back up her legs, and Sammy wrinkled her nose as she felt the slightly soggy padding squelch against her. Pee-pee pants, she thought. Stupid little girl can’t stay dry.

Daddy smiled at her, and she grinned back at him. She loved him so much. She carried her potty into the bathroom to empty it into the toilet at his instruction, and a part of her wondered why she couldn’t just use the toilet in the first place if she was just going to empty her potty into it anyway. But then Daddy patted her bum-bum and Sammy stopped worrying about that. She was just a silly girl. Thinking was for grown-ups like Daddy. Thinking was for men.

Daddy took her back into the living room, and Sammy had gone to pick up her feather duster to do some more cleaning when he stopped her.

“No, no, Sammy. That’s enough cleaning for now. Good girls have other duties to attend to.” And before she could open her mouth to ask demurely what those duties were, he had forced her to her knees in front of him, and began unzipping his trousers.

Sammy felt a sudden anxiety in the back of her mind. This was a blowjob. She didn’t like blowjobs. She didn’t want to do something so degrading… But wasn’t that silly? Wasn’t that just the silliest thing? She was just a girl! What did it matter how degraded she felt? An image flashed in her mind, a whore on her knees, bobbing up and down eagerly on a man’s shaft. In her rightful place.

At once, Sammy’s anxiety cleared. She supported sex work, after all. She had a feeling that was true. And what was this, if not sex work? She was a career woman, and this was a blow job. Or was she a career woman? Sammy tried to think, but she couldn’t remember what she did for a career. Maybe it was this. Maybe it was sucking. Sammy the cocksucker.

When Daddy pulled out his already hardened cock, she wrapped her lips around it at once and began to glide up and down his length, reaching up to cup and fondle his balls in her hand. She heard Daddy let out a deep moan, and she quickened her pace, sliding her wet lips up and down his cock, making sure to drool heavily. Another imagine flashed across her mind – a woman drooling down her chin onto a plastic bib. Drooly baby. She would always be wet, Sammy knew, whether it was from the pee-pee in her pull-ups, the wetness of her pussy, or the drool on her chin. Wet little girl.

She sucked faster and faster, and she didn’t whine or try to move away when Daddy grabbed her by the hair and forced himself down her throat, as deeply as he could go. She was just an object. Daddy’s fleshlight. She could feel his penis throbbing, and a moment later felt him cum in her mouth. She sucked greedily, making sure to swallow every drop like a good girl. Good girls swallowed, she knew. And when he pulled her off and dropped her to the ground, she gasped for air and looking up at him with a sweet smile. She loved her Dada.

“That’s a good girl, Sammy,” he praised, a little breathlessly, and Sammy felt a rush of happiness course through her body. “Now let’s get you changed out of your maid’s uniform, sweetheart, and into your… regular clothes. Dan and Liz are coming over to visit this afternoon. Won’t that be fun?”

Sammy thought for a moment, her lips twisted in a pout, her brow furrowed. She didn’t like Dan. But she did like Liz! Liz was her best friend! She grinned at Daddy and nodded.

He laughed and patted her bottom. “Come on then, soggy pants,” he said, leading her back over to where the shopping bags were. “I’ve got lots of pretty new clothes for you. Aren’t you a lucky girl?”

“Uh-hu! I wanna be pwetty!”

“You already are pretty, sweet girl, but why don’t we see if we can make you even prettier?”

“Yeah!”

Sammy watched as Daddy went over to the shopping bags and pulled out another outfit, but this one was very different from her maid’s uniform. It was a puffy white tutu, as well as a pair of fairy wings, and a pale pink baby bonnet.

“You’re going to be Daddy’s pretty little fairy princess, okay darling?” Daddy cooed.

For a moment, Sammy thought she was going to say something, that she might even try to say no, to insist that the outfit was…. what? Too immature? That was stupid. At once, a number of images flashed before her eyes. A woman in a frilly pink frock, a woman in a pair of childish overalls, a woman in nothing but a heavy, sagging nappy. This was fine. This was normal. Sammy was a silly girl, and there was nothing wrong with her wearing a ridiculous, little-girly outfit like this. She nodded and smiled at Daddy.

“Good baby!” he crooned, and Sammy’s mind was flooded with pleasant tingles once again. Her smile widened, and she allowed herself to be stripped of her maid’s uniform and dressed instead in the absurd, oversized little girl’s outfit. Her regular clothes.

Sammy looked down at herself when she was dressed, blushing a little. The fairy wings she was wearing had two straps that went over her shoulders, leaving her chest bare. The bonnet restricted her vision, so that the frilly pink edges seemed to surround her. Her tutu covered her pull-ups, just about, but they were still incredibly childish. She hoped Dan and Liz didn’t laugh at her when they arrived.

No sooner had she thought it, the doorbell rang.

“Just in time!” said Daddy, and he left the room to head down the hallway to answer the door.

Sammy stood there nervously. She didn’t want to be away from Dada, but she didn’t want Liz to see her dressed like this. Liz always dressed so smartly. They both did. No… that couldn’t be right. Sammy didn’t dress smartly, did she? It must just be Liz.

But when Daddy returned, with Daniel at his side and Liz following behind them, Sammy noticed that Liz wasn’t dressed smartly at all.

Her formerly sleek, dark hair had been bleached blonde and tied up in pigtails, her braless breasts jostled in a skimpy tank-top, and her ass was squeezed into a pair of incredibly short shorts. Bimbo, Sammy thought. Stupid slut.

“Sweetheart,” Daddy called, “come over here, pumpkin.”

Sammy hurried over at once, her tits sloshing about freely on her chest.

“Sam’s, like, got her tits out!” said Liz. Her voice was breathy and high-pitched, not at all like the voice Sammy remembered. “Can I, like, get my titties out too?” she asked her boyfriend.

Dan laughed. “In a bit, sweetie,” he said, patting his girlfriend on her bottom. “You can do a little strip show for us later, okay? I’m sure you’d love to show off your little whore body for me and James.”

Liz nodded eagerly. “I’m, like, such a skank!” she said, so harshly that she almost spat out the final word. “Women are whores!”

Sammy frowned a little.

“That’s right, honey,” Dan agreed. “Except for little Sammy here… Well, I think Sammy’s a bit of a whore as well – but she’s also a baby, so make sure you’re gentle with her, okay Lizzy?”

Liz nodded.

“Why don’t you go to the drink’s cabinet over there and get us a couple of whiskeys?” Daddy suggested to Liz, and she hastened to obey. And as she bent over the drinks cabinet, Sammy noticed a tattoo on her ass cheek, bold black letters that were clearly visible thanks to her friend’s obscenely short shorts. BUTTSLUT.

Something stirred in Sammy’s mind. Sam’s mind. This wasn’t right at all. This wasn’t what Liz was like. She knew her best friend. Liz hated anal. She hated tattoos! And she’d certainly never let herself be ordered around like this, or refer to herself as a skank! Sam looked down at her ridiculous toddler outfit, and thought about how she’d been behaving ever since she’d got home. Ever since she’d watched something. A video! The DVD!

Sam’s eyes widened in horror as the realisation of what she’d been doing hit her. She felt sick. James. He must have done something to her when he’d made her watch that video. The same thing Dan had done to Liz. They were trying to turn the two of them into a pair of ridiculous sexual fantasies! Some freakish pervert’s idea of what a woman should be!

She turned to her boyfriend in fear and fury, but he had already stepped forward, his phone raised in his hand. “It looks like somebody’s had a little bounce-back,” he said pleasantly. “But that’s okay. Dan said it took a couple of sessions for it to become permanent for Liz.”

Sam just had time to shriek, “You can’t do this!” before the images were flashing on the screen in front of her once again.

“Hush now, sweet girl,” Daddy said softly. “There’s no need to get upset. You’re just being a bit fussy. Just a bit cranky, that’s all. Throwing one of your little toddler tantrums.”

Sammy whined quietly. No, that wasn’t right! She wasn’t throwing a tantrum! Her life was being stolen away!

“Just look at the pretty videos, Sammy,” Daddy said.

The clips were flashing before her on the screen, women being reduced to servants and prostitutes and silly little girls, their careers gone, their dignity stripped away, even their adulthood lost.

Sammy tried to fight it, but it was no good. Daddy was whispering in her ear. His breath was tickling her skin. She wanted to giggle. She was a giggly girl. A happy baby. Yes. There was nothing wrong. She was just being cranky. Just throwing a silly temper tantrum like the stupid, overgrown toddler she was. Liz was just a skank. She was just a nasty whore who liked to take it up the ass, just like she’d always been. And she, Sammy, was just a silly little girl who needed her Daddy. His little plaything, to use however he liked. His maid and his housewife and his whore.

“You don’t know what’s best for yourself, Sammy,” Daddy said gently, moving forward to hold his girlfriend in his arms, kissing her gently on the cheek. “But I do.” Another kiss. “Daddy does. And Daddy’s going to take such good care of his little girl. I know you’re probably sad to say goodbye to things like dignity and independence and respect, but I promise you’ll be much happier this way. Just be a good girl and watch your pretty pictures…”

The pretty lights and the tinkling music filled Sammy’s brain once again, and slowly, a wide, dim-witted, innocent smile spread over her face. She nodded. She knew where she belonged. She knew her place. Right here with her Daddy, forever and ever.