Sweet as Sugar

"Like this...?" 

I looked up at Daddy with a pout and pulled down the clear plastic panties, showing off the pristine white diaper beneath my flowing pink nightie.  Daddy had dressed me like this, with matching booties and bonnet.  I looked every bit a baby girl.  Ugh, this was so embarrassing...

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"Exactly like that, hold that pose little one." 

Click. There was a satisfying physicality to the click of an old-world camera, one where you didn't even know what the pictures would look like until you were done taking them all. It was important to frame things perfectly, and Jennie was a perfectly pliant model.

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"Daddy, I--" 

"Put this in your mouth." 

He handed me a pacifier with a large bulb and I looked at him incredulously.  When he offered to be my sugar daddy, I never thought this is what would happen.  But he'd already paid my rent for the next six months.  I bit my lip and popped the pacifier in my mouth.

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"Oh there we go." 

Complete sugaring, anything she wanted? She got. But anything I wanted of her, I got too. She was my little project, my regressed little doll, and by the time our contracted agreement period was over and done with? Well, she wouldn't be able to think of leaving. Click. Snap. More pictures.

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I took the pacifier from my mouth nervously and looked shyly at the sheets. 

"Daddy, could I--" 

"One last thing.  You're wearing a diaper, so I want you to use it." 

I blinked, like I misheard him.  Did he say...? 

"I'm not gonna do that," I said sharply.  But Daddy reached into his pocket and held up a folded clip of bills.  My eyes were glued to it.

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Money was a strong motivator for a weakened mind, and Jennie was... as pliable as she was cute, and she was VERY damn cute. What could this be? A new Macbook? A cute car? College debt? Oh the possibilities danced through her head and behind her eyes. Eyes that locked with mine even while she wet herself. Dignity, it turned out, was very easily for sale.