Being Patrick's Baby: Age Play Submission Dominant Billionaire Bottle Feeding Pacifier ABDL Diaper Fetish

Aspiring actress Carrie gets a call from her agent about a mysterious "role" that she's landed without even auditioning! All she knows is that bigshot billionaire Patrick Manning has cast her for a one-night performance on the basis of her diminutive height and her youthful looks.

When she gets to Mr. Manning's luxury penthouse apartment, all is revealed: he wants her to play the role of his baby girl for a night full of quirky, kooky and crazy kinks!


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"Are you wet?" he asked.

I gazed up at him with teary eyes--yes, I can cry on command, thank you very much--and I nodded.

"Oh, you poor baby," he said with such sympathy in his eyes.

He placed one hand on either side of my ribcage and lifted me up. It never failed to amaze me how strong he was, and I felt weightless as he hoisted me up in the air and brought me down mere centimeters away from his face.

"You certainly are wet," he said as he sniffed my pussy.

WOW.

I have no idea why the vision of Patrick Manning sniffing my urine-soaked diaper was such a turn on, but there you go.

With me still in his arms, he got up off the floor easily and carried me over to the changing table. He quickly undid the adhesive fasteners and pulled the diaper out from underneath me.

What a relief!

He folded it up and dropped it into a trash bin next to the changing table. As I lay there naked, feeling deliciously kinky, he rummaged through the cabinet down below and emerged with a bag of wet wipes.

"Legs up," he said, again grasping both my ankles in one hand and hoisting me up in the air.

But this time he reached for a wet wipe and swiped it all over my ass cheeks, coating them with a cold, moist layer. He discarded that wet wipe and reached for another, swiping it from the end of my ass crack, past my asshole to my pussy.

After gently lowering me back down to the table, he reached for another wet wipe and proceeded to swipe my pussy with the cold wet towelette.

I watched his movements--slow, sensual and deliberate--and I knew we'd reached a new level of this twisted game. Sex was definitely on the menu now.

My nipples were like hard pink pebbles, but there was nothing I could do about that. I concentrated really hard on keeping my physical arousal under wraps because I knew it's what Mr. Manning would want. Of course, the wetness in my pussy was also beyond my control. The more he wiped me clean, the wetter I got.

The amount of energy it required to not cry out was ridiculous. I wanted Mr. Manning's dick in me. Like now.

"Well, I don't know what to do, baby. You're still so wet," he said, softly.

I didn't know how to reply.

Mr. Manning reached down to that cabinet under the table and pulled out a plastic pacifier. And before I knew what was happening, he gently slipped it right into my pussy.

Oh no, he didn't!

I fought the urge to start cracking up with laughter. How sick and twisted did I feel with a baby's pacifier plugging up my pussy? How ridiculous was this? But shit, it felt so good... I gently contracted my muscles around the little plastic nub.

"How do you feel, little Carrie?" he asked.

"I feel great, Daddy," I said.

He reached down to grab the end of the pacifier, and my heart sank. Was he going to just pull it out and be done with that?!

Nope. He slowly pulled it out, and he pushed it back in. And he pulled it out, and he pushed it back in. Obviously it was nothing like having a dildo inside of me since that thing was so tiny, but since my "Daddy" who was standing above me, still fully clothed in his expensive suit, was gazing down at me with an adoring smile on his face, I felt so, so, so, so good.