Sugar International

Prague.  Paris.  Venice.  Bath.  Barcelona.  Honolulu.  Rome.  Seven cities, eight weeks.  A tour around the world.  I looked at the itinerary and up at Miles.  We weren't dating, not really.  But he liked me, enough to buy me fancy dinners and pay my bills.  But this... a trip like this was so much more than I ever expected. 

"Are you sure about this?  I mean, this must have cost a fortune..."

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"Mmm, it didn't cost so much to worry about. More than you can count to, but that doesn't mean very much."

More than you can count to. She was still getting used to that, I could see the processing in her head. This trip, this vacation? It wasn't without its conditions. Last night, over dinner, I'd laid it out to her in black and white the things I expected of her if I booked this, if I took her away from the rigors of the life she didn't much care for anyway. The outfits would be just one part of the complete package I expected of her. My little girl to be.

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I puffed out my cheeks in mock embarrassment.  He always loved when I acted embarrassed!  But what we talked about last night... that actually WAS embarrassing.  I didn't know how to handle it, really.  But how often does a girl like me get a chance like this? 

"Just clarifying," I said plainly, "no sex, right?" 

I would do a lot of things for him, but I'd set that hard limit early in our relationship.

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I laughed a little bit, not quite a chuckle, but more than a scoff, and shook my head.

"Heavens no."

Not that she was unattractive, my little sugar baby, oh no no - quite the contrary. But sexual appetite the way she was describing was so passé, so primal. I preferred my gratification through much more refined means, more developed tastes.

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I let out a sigh of resignation and nodded my head. 

"Okay.  I'm in." 

The rules were simple: I would wear diapers for eight weeks.  The toilet was completely off limits, even for... I shuddered.  And Miles was my Daddy.  I bit my lip shyly and looked at my feet. 

"Thank you, Daddy... I love my gift."

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"I know that you do, Lulu. I wouldn't have an ungrateful little girl along with me for our trip."

I looked at my watch, an ornate silver timepiece, and clicked my tongue. 

"Come on now, let's get you changed before we head to the airport - your life is about to change forever, my dearie girl, and time waits for no-one, not even precocious little girls." 

I was paying a lot for this trip, and by the end of it? She wasn't going to want to be let out, she wasn't going to want to go back. She was puffy and delightfully hesitant now, but all that would change like the passing of the wind.