[#205] Drained

I looked up at Daddy with shame-filled eyes and burning red cheeks.  I had been wearing the same diaper all morning, and I desperately had to pee.  But he unbuckled his jeans with such poise, such simplicity... I knew what was coming.  His cock sprung to life as he unzipped the zipper, pointing straight at me.  Demanding my attention.

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A draining for a draining. Daddy had such an unsexy way with words sometimes, so...utilitarian, so brutally to the point and direct. And for some reason his complete lack of grace just made everything burn inside my chest. I nodded my head and took the pacifier out of my mouth, showing him my parted lips. His place. I'd swallow his love and then I'd get to relieve my painful bladder cramping.

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"That's a good girl," he whispered to me, as I fell to my knees.  He had full control of me.  I couldn't even piss a diaper without his permission!  But wasn't it sexy?  To be entirely helpless... I took his cock between my lips with a kiss and slid it to the back of my throat.  Oh, I'd forgotten how wonderful it was to have him inside me.  My mouth.  My bottom.  Between my legs.  Anywhere.  But a twinge of my bladder reminded me that I couldn't take my time.

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Surrender was about restraint, it was about trust and love too, but it was so much about giving up everything. I wanted to suck Daddy's cock, I loved it between my lips. I wanted to wet myself, too, I wanted to go so badly that this diaper leaked all over my heels. But none of what I wanted mattered - because Daddy's wants were all I needed. I doubled my efforts. For him.

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I felt his body shiver against the bed.  I heard his breathing quicken.  I knew what would come next.  He would fill my mouth.  Just thinking about it... I slid my hand down between my legs and rubbed the front of my diaper.  Daddy shivered and groaned, and the moment I felt his cum on my tongue, I released my bladder.  The diaper grew heavy and soggy against my hand.

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Not everybody would understand our dynamic, the special and precious way that we exchanged love and power, and I didn't expect them to. I didn't expect anybody to get it, really, and that was only ever gonna be their loss. Not everyone could understand why this felt so good, and I pitied the ones that couldn't. But that just meant more Daddy for me, right?