Strawberries

Her lips tasted like strawberries.  She smelled like strawberries.  Her breath, the powder he used, everything.  Strawberries, as sweet as she was.  If this had been under normal circumstances, I would have been tempted - even though I had never kissed a girl before I ended up here.  She held my chin, guilding, helping, leading the way through my second shoot.  The vibrator buzzed in my hands, even as the taste of my own salty tears invaded my tongue, chasing away her strawberries.  This was the price of a diaper change.  Pictures for his followers, his fans... her admirers.  I was so thankful for her, so thankful for the fresh diaper, soft and clean and sweet smelling.

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I licked the vanilla gloss off her lips, tinted with salt from her tears.  A shiver ran up my spine.  My legs wrapped around hers and I kissed her harder, until she toppled backwards onto the soft puzzle-piece floor tiles.  I couldn't help myself.  I was lost in the moment, as I climbed on top of her and slid the vibrating wand between her legs, against the soft crinkling plastic of her diaper.  Daddy snapped his fingers and I came back to reality, sitting upright and blushing at the man behind the camera.  I had gotten carried away... she was just so damn cute, dressed like a helpless little girl.

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The snap drew a flinch from me, a gasp.  A snap meant I had misbehaved, a warning that if I didn't fix my behavior immediately, I would hurt.  But it wasn't me for a change, it was Strawberry.  I stared up at her, shocked.  Sweet Strawberry was surprisingly forceful - and I knew Daddy didn't give her the medicine any more.  Not like me.  He made Peaches and Melon watch each morning as he administered mine, an injection in the back of the thigh.  Melon had just gotten off the medicine, Peaches was supposed to soon.  But not me.  As the vibrations traveled through the diaper, the head of the wand pressing the padding to my most sensitive places, I felt it kick in.  In the throes of the drug, my back arched and a sharp moan escaped me.  Lust overcame me, my knuckles white around the vibrator in my hands.  I wanted nothing more than to plunge it between my legs, against me, against her, until we both cried out.

But he wouldn't want us to go so quickly.  I stared up at her.  Breathless.  Waiting.

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"Try again," Daddy ordered, and I nodded my head with confidence.  I looked over at Vanilla and took her by the chin once more, kissing her softly.  I let my fingers run down her cheek, her neck, to the soft collar of her shirt, along her bib, to her bare thigh, and played with the plastic gathers of her diaper.  This time, I didn't climb on top of her; I curled up to her, with her legs spread wide, so the camera could see.  Everything was for Daddy and his website.  But this... this felt like it was for me.

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I wanted her so badly.  I wanted her more than anything I had ever wanted in my entire life.  This wasn't anything like the first shoot.  The medicine hadn't responded to Peaches this way, not like this at all.  Sweet Strawberry had set my blood on fire, a yearning, a burning ached inside my diaper.  I wanted her inside me... but that didn't make any sense.  Her tender kisses were maddening.

"Please... "  I begged for her, the vibrator dropping from my hands, going to her arms as she held my chin.  I was putty, I was melted...

Until the snap.  Two snaps.  My blood went cold, the fire extinguished and fresh tears sprung anew.  Strawberry placed her vibe in my hands and leaned forward, the tip of her tongue stealing the tears from my face.  She picked up my fallen wand before planting another sweet kiss, my heart aching for her in a new way, a loving way.

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She was new.  She couldn't be expected to know anything yet.  But she'd learn.  We all learned.  I picked up the wand from the floor, where she had dropped it, and passed her my own.  With guiding hands, I helped her find the diaper between my legs with the vibrating toy.  Then, with another kiss - soft and elegant, the way Daddy liked - I touched mine to the front of her diaper.  I could taste more than vanilla on her tongue - I could taste every plea, every begging word, to help her along.  To fill her diaper with sticky love for me.  And I wasn't going to let her down.