Tatum Millar (goes by Tate) is a 27 year old successful business man. He owns a club in Connecticut, but not just any type of party club, a BDSM club. Hosting shows and teaching.
When a little girl wanders in with a group of friends, he couldn't he...
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I was sleeping in daddy's arms when I heard a knock on the door. I heard it but daddy didn't. Should I get the door? Am I allowed? I don't want to get in trouble. But what if it's an emergency?!
I wiggled my way out of his arms and slid off the bed. Daddy was just wearing his boxers and sweatpants. I think he looked very yummy.
I looked down at my legs. I'm only wearing a shirt of his and a diaper. What do I do?!
There was another knock on the door. Uh oh. I better go now.
So, I grabbed Skittles and walked quietly out of the room. Dukey picked his head up off the ground to look at me but didn't follow me.
I went to the front door, fiddled with the lock, then opened it, seeing a woman standing in front of me. She was taller than me- obviously. Everyone is taller than me. She had brown hair that was wavy and had some white strands mixed in. She looked really nice.
"Hi there." She said with a big smile.
"Hi." I said back.
"You must be Sofia."
"That's me!"
She cooed at me, but clasped her hands together in front of her. "Is that your stuffed animal there?"
"Yep, her name is Skittles."
"Well that's just adorable."
My cheeks went red as I looked down at my feet.
"Sofia?! Oh thank god." I heard daddy say. I spun around and looked up at him, smiling. I love seeing daddy when he just wakes up. He looks pretty. "What are you doing by the door little girl?"
I pointed at the woman standing next to me. Once daddy got all the way up to me, he saw the woman too.
"Mom, what are you doing here?" Daddy asked. That's his mom?! Maybe that's why she's so pretty. Just like my daddy.
"I missed you too Tatum."
Tatum. Tate. Tater tots. Daddy. Lots of names.
He stepped forward and hugged his mom, then stepped back. "Come in."
Now she stepped inside and I took a step back, but I wasn't scared. Daddy picked me up, setting me on his hip as he started talking with his mom. I focused on making my diaper puffy.
What? It's the morning. Everyone has to go in the morning.
I whined when I felt my hips get wet, and a little bit of my thighs. Uh oh. This is a pull up. Not a diaper. I'm leaking!
Daddy felt it against his skin and hoisted me up a little. "Do you want some tea or coffee?" He asked his mom. I wiggled my hips in discomfort and she noticed.
"I've been in this kitchen before. I'll make it." She smiled, "would you like some coffee?"
"That'd be great. I'll be right back." Daddy said and she nodded.
