Chapter three

Kendra POV

I am not sure what I should do. He is cradling me in his arms. I look up at him, and he is smiling. He is patting my bottom as he rocks me. Drinking from the bottle is not too awfully bad. I will comply for now at some point; I will find a way out of here.

I finish the bottle for him.

“What a good princess you are for daddy,” he says.

He pulls me closer to him. He pats me on the back. He is still rocking me, and now he is singing.

“Are you going to be good, or do I need to give you another shot?” he asks.

I pull back and look at him.

“I promise to be good. You just need to tell me what the rules are,” I say.

He pulls me in close to him. He keeps rocking me and patting me as he rocks me.

“Kendra, my little princess, I am into a lifestyle known as DDLG. That is where I will be your daddy. I will take care of all of your needs. I will bathe you, change you, feed you, and make sure you have everything you need. You will stay with me until you want to leave. I only ask that you try it for at least two weeks. At the end of the two weeks, if you want to leave, I will take you home,” he says.

“Two weeks. Do you expect me to sleep with you?” I ask.

“Only if you want to, I am not going to rape you. I want to be your caretaker,” he says.

“Then why did you kidnap me. You could have just asked,” I say.

“Would you have come with me?” he asks.

“I don’t know. Maybe?” I say.

“I do fun things with you too. I have friends that have littles, and we can make play dates with them,” he says.

“LIttles, what is that?” I ask.

“That is what you are. You are my little,” he says.

“Okay, so what is your name? I do not even know who you are,” I say.

“My name is Tobias. But I want you to call me daddy,” he says.

“Okay, daddy, why did you spank my leg?” I ask.

“Well, you needed it. There will be no bad language or acting out. If you misbehave, I will spank you,” he says.

“I see,” I say.

Okay, two weeks. I play along for two weeks. I try to behave, and then I tell him I want to go home. I can do this. He does not want sex, so I can play his stupid game and get out of this alive.

I lay my head back on him. He smells so good. I might want to sleep with him.

“If I decided I wanted to have sex with you, would you let me be a woman, or would I have to be your little?” I ask.

“That is up to you,” he says.

Hmmm. It has been a long time since I had sex. This might get interesting. Let me just see where this goes. I do not have to decide today; I have two weeks. Maybe I will before I leave.

I snuggle back into him. I feel myself falling back asleep. He kisses my forehead.

I awake in my bed. He must have brought me up here after I fell asleep. He has the top on it, so I cannot get out of the bed. I wonder what else is in place to keep me here. There is a monitor in here. I can see myself in it. He is watching me sleep. I bet the entire house has security cameras. I scan the room, looking to see what else is in here. I see a table to change me on. There are pull-ups and diapers. Can he not just let me wear panties? Maybe I will ask him.

“You are awake; how was your nap?” he asks.

He removes the lock from the top of my bed and pushed it back. He reaches in to pull me out. I grab onto him. Man, he is strong. I do not fight him. I have to be good, so he will not spank me.

“I am exhausted,” I say.

He takes me over to the table and lays me down on it. He pulls the diaper off and washes me. Oh man, that feels so good. I moan. He grabs a pull-up instead of a diaper.

“You can wear this so you can go to the bathroom on your own, but at night you have to wear a diaper,” he says.

“Okay,” I say in agreement.

I lay and let him finish pampering me. He pulls me up. I start to jump down off the table. He swats my leg.

“No, You could get hurt. Do not do that,” he says.

“Sorry,” I say.

He picks me up off the table and carries me downstairs.

“Are you hungry?” he asks.

“Yes, daddy, I am starving,” I say.

He carries me to the kitchen and gets another bottle. He takes me back to the rocker and begins rocking me. He puts the bottle in my mouth. I suck the bottle with no fuss.

“Tonight, daddy is making you a very special super. I hope you like pizza,” he says.

Thank goodness. Real food. I cannot live off these bottles he is giving me. Maybe this is just something he enjoys. I will provide him with this pleasure.

I finish the bottle and snuggle into him. He picks me up and carries me to the couch, and turns on the TV. We lay together and watch TV snuggled up to one another.

“Daddy, I have to go pee,” I say.

He picks me up off the couch and carries me to the bathroom. He sets me down in front of the toilet and pulls down my pull-up. He sets me on the toilet and waits. Seriously. I guess I will have to let him watch. When I finish, he cleans me up.

“Can we have pizza now?” I ask.

“Sure,” he says.

He takes me back to the kitchen, sets me in a chair, and fastens a strap around my waist. He puts a bib around my neck.

He cooks the pizza for us. He puts mine on a plate and cuts it into tiny pieces. He gets a fork from the drawer. He blows on my pizza. He sits down beside me and feeds me my pizza one little bite at a time.

“You will need a bath now, my sweet angel,” he says.

Tobias unfastens me from the chair and picks me up. He carries me to the tub. He set me down while he runs bathwater.

“Can I take a shower?” I ask.

“It would be dangerous for you to get in the shower alone,” he says.

“Well, I guess you would just have to get in the shower with me,” I suggest.

Tobias smiles.

“Okay, I guess I will,” he says.