Gratification Three:
Surrender and Submission
Zorro Daddy
Copyright 2012 Zorro Daddy
Published by Zorro Daddy at Smashwords
Who is She?
I don’t know how many times someone has sent me an email asking that question. What they are asking is who the ABDL Girl is in the stories I write.
Some are asking for a literal answer. Others want the figurative.
Whether I give her the name of Lily, Mia, Gina, Keira or whoever … she is based on real people.
So, at her core, she is more real than fantasy.
But to describe the nature of who she is:
She is perfect yet flawed. And because she makes mistakes, you can relate to her. No one is perfect, but people like her have perfect intentions all the time. (And there is nothing flawed about having such intentions.)
She is complicated yet simple. There are so many levels to her personality that getting to know her is a lifetime pursuit, and one that you can’t help but love. And she’ll often realize that she is searching for a solution to a problem which doesn’t exist. That’s when she goes “simple” again.
She is fun-loving yet serious. A giggle, a bounce and a smile can not only make her moment and her day, but yours as well. And all those around her benefit from her cheery outlook on everything. It is her personal mission in life to make the world around her as happy of a place as possible. But when the time comes to be serious, she can answer that calling because she realizes that the world is a great, big place and she will have a lot of work ahead of her to change it. Until then, she recognizes when she needs to be serious.
She is affectionate. And she shows how she feels, longing to be touched and held and loved back with the same passion she has given. Touch is very important to her. From the forehead to the neck to the lips to the tummy to the bottom to the legs to her toes. Her skin is a receptor and the closer she can be to a beating heart, the more affectionate she becomes. Sure, she’ll wander off, but that’s only because she wants him to take her by the hand.
She is impulsive and spontaneous. And she does what comes to mind and heart without always weighing the outcome of her actions. It is her nature to listen to her first instinct, believing that it is the best one to follow because it was the first one.
She is adaptable. And she hates the fact that she ever needs to act differently or become someone else for a short time when the situation calls for it, but she does it, just like everyone has to. She has a free spirit and an open heart. And it is because of her innocent nature that she believes everyone should be able to be exactly who they are all the time (which is also part of her mission to increase the happiness of the world.)
She is sweet. And everyone around her sees how pure her heart is. She’s got the nature to be happy and to paint rainbows in the clouds when the rain finally breaks, to see the opportunities that present themselves only by candlelight when a storm knocks the electricity out, to see long lines at a Wal-Mart as a chance to say the things you meant to earlier, to relive a kiss over and over in her mind until she receives the next one, to hug someone with the intention of giving her love to them, to wipe away someone’s tears before they stain the cheeks but not before they served their purpose, to think of what others need while she thinks of what she wants, to ask a question without fear of ridicule or judgment, to listen to the advice of others while also deciding what is best for her and to possess a motherly love in the mind of a BabyGirl.
What intrigues me about the typical ABDL Girl from my stories is that she’s real and that’s why I keep writing about her.
She is a character born from reality, nurtured through the events of storylines, and brought to life through imaginations.
She is a dream, but one that is tangible and unforgettable. And when you meet her, you’ll know who she is.
- Zorro Daddy
Gratification Three:
Surrender and Submission
An Unlikely Chance at a Happiness She Had Never Known
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Introduction:
Thank you for buying this book. I hope you enjoy it. It’s the third book in the Gratification Series.
And it is another collection of erotic age play short stories designed to grip you up, break you down, reassemble your thoughts … and then do it all again.
In these stories, each BabyGirl is looking for answers or at least reassurance that the answers she has come up with are the right ones. Readjustments are necessary some of the time as she learns that when two people give, then no one has to take. And instead of looking for solutions to problems which exist only in her mind, she learns that true peace of mind comes from her surrender and submission to a way of life she was destined to find.
As always, the gratification stories are designed to be read as you … well, as you do whatever your little heart desires.
Sometimes she’s Big. Sometimes she’s little. But she’s always a BabyGirl.
Happy reading!
Zorro Daddy
An Unlikely Chance at a Happiness She Had Never Known
Elena heaved air into her chest as she tried to regain her composure. She lay on his bed in the same position that he left her just moments before. Moonlight from the midnight sky cascaded through the bedroom window and down onto her body.
She closed her eyes, reveling in the aftermath of a slew of orgasms that had rocked her body. The muscles within her center still hadn’t released from her convulsions and the sex she had just experienced was still coursing through her frame. Her skin, now sensitive to the touch was feeling the effects of the light breeze that drifted in from the window.
She attempted to sit up, but then realized she couldn’t since her wrists were still bound to the bed with silk scarves. All she could do was lay there and allow her heart beat to return to normal while waiting for Allejandro to return.
As she eased herself back down onto the bed, she could smell the scent of sex that filled the room around her. A smile broke out on her face as she thought of her lover and how they wound up right here and now.
Elena and Allejandro were students at the same University. She was an undergrad who had just received her bachelor’s degree in journalism the semester prior. Allejandro was a graduate student who had just received his master’s degree in engineering the semester prior.
They now lived together in a house at the edge of the main campus and had remained there through the summer as Allejandro took up a brief bit of employment for the campus. They would shortly move somewhere else and they decided that they would stay together.
But my, oh my, what an amazing tale they could tell all ready about their short relationship. From the day they met to the night they discovered their fetishes to the sex to the submission to the love, they had quickly grown from a mere couple into an inseparable duo, able to complete the other’s needs in many different ways.
Elena was a member of the Epsilon Sigma Phi sorority which was the sister sorority to Sigma Phi Epsilon, which Allejandro was a member of. That was how they met, but it wasn’t that simple.
About a year ago, she had spent a drunken night making a lot of confessions to one of her sorority sisters named Gina. Unbeknownst to Elena at the time, Gina was also quite submissive and as they talked into the early hours of the morning, Gina introduced the idea of infantilism.
Gina had met a college boy at a Sigma Phi Epsilon party and confessed that she had a secret desire to be treated like a baby, but ravaged like a nymphomaniac. ABDL was her kink.
Elena learned that it was the ultimate submissive experience and if done right, skipped over a lot of the pain that came from BDSM encounters. It was role playing, where she assumed the role of a baby and her lover assumed the role of her caregiver.
As Gina continued to explain infantilism, Elena became more and more interested in trying it. And once Gina explained the plethora of emotions that came along with being an Adult Baby, Elena became hooked on the idea to the point of obsession.
As Elena lay on the bed, she could feel how badly she wanted to rub the lips of her swollen peach. There were still so many tiny orgasms within her that she could be pleasuring herself with, if only her hands were untied. But being a submissive, she resisted the urges to touch herself, knowing that her obedience to Allejandro would be rewarded upon his return.
She arched her back up in an attempt to stretch her center, hoping he would return soon to give her the continued pleasure she ached for. She tossed her head to the side and glanced over at his jeans which lay bundled up on a chair next to the dresser. As the growing ache became a need, déjà vu entered her thoughts and her mind drifted back to the night she first approached Allejandro.
Elena’s first task was to find a soul to fall in love with who could play the role of her caregiver. She knew that Allejandro had a dominant personality and she hoped he was as dominant as he seemed.
A little alcohol and some playful flirting led their conversation to fetishes. At first, all she could tell him was that she was very, very submissive. Her nervousness had prevented her from revealing her new-found curiosity of role playing and infantilism, but she wanted so desperately to tell him.
She took particular time in explaining to him her fevered craving to be dominated and having her limits of comfort pushed right to the edge. The very thought of it made her breathy and her skin became flushed with color. It was partly embarrassing that she had made the confession and partly an erotic thrill which then gave her fear.
But his reaction turned out to be everything she had dreamed it would be along with a few things she never dreamt of. On that night, he seized her in his arms and made her world come alive.
Her thoughts snapped back to the moment as she heard the bedroom door slowly opening. Her eyes became fixed on the silhouetted figure who slowly walked in and sat on the bed next her. Her heartbeat began racing and her breath became heavy. She knew the second round of pleasure she was about to receive and knowing this impassioned her yearning for what was to come. At the same time, she cowered at his very presence, knowing that she would have no control of the events to follow. She still had knee-jerk impulses of independence, but had learned to defeat these feelings and to never, ever show them.
She lay there, bound to the bed and caught up in a whirlwind of emotions that tormented her thoughts and gave rise to her submission, for when driven by submission, she didn’t have to contemplate anything but what she was told to do. And it was the fact that she invited that tantalizing whisper of thought which now encompassed everything she was.
Her swollen peach, which still sought recovery from his previous visit, now prepared for more. He touched his hand to her pink outer lips and parted them, exposing a labia that had been almost made raw with his actions. He inserted a finger inside her and she arched her back, trying ever-so-desperately to make his finger go deeper. Her warmth inside was scorching and matched only by her wetness within. This was what Allejandro wanted to feel, for now he knew her hunger for him was fervent, a most desired state for her to be in as he began once again.
He hands caressed her skin as he drew them up and down her body, across her chest and over her breasts. Rolling her nipples in his fingertips, gently at first, he gazed down at her. A pair of watery eyes beamed back up at him that spoke volumes about the arousal within her, the ecstasy she had all ready begun envisioning, the inamorata she would soon assume and the orgasm she would’ve begged for at that moment if she hadn’t been biting her lip in an obedient act of silence.
Allejandro had her in his control and it was that absolute sense of domination that he craved. It was at the center of his lust, his passion and his nature.
He parted her legs and positioned himself between them. He crossed her bound wrist on the bed above her head and pinned them down with a great force from his hand. This restriction caused a shiver to travel up her spine. And the tip of his rock-hard erection, now gently parting her peach, drew her attention to his eyes once more. She was mesmerized by the control he had over her and the temptation to struggle consumed her mind, to fight back and try to break free. For knowing fully that she would lose the battle of strength only made it that much more appealing. But resisting her impulses to battle him gave way quickly because he had all ready begun.
Slowly pushing himself inside her, she cringed at the feeling of being filled with his shaft and then silently gasped to herself at his length and size. Reaching her full penetration, Allejandro pressed his pelvic bone against her, trying to go even deeper.
Closing her eyes, Elena tried desperately to consume him within. It was never a feeling that she got used to and every time he made love to her, it always began with this, a most overwhelming feeling of being parted, widely and deeply.
Even more slowly, Allejandro withdrew himself from her, watching her enjoy the relief, even though she knew it would be short-lived. Elena constricted her canal as he withdrew, thus increasing the sensation for her resoundingly and giving him that tightness he loved.
He continued dragging himself out of her and then returned in, beginning a rhythm of motion that would lead them both to a level of enjoyment they had yet to experience. He rocked his hips with great intention of finding a deeper resting point with every stroke and as his speed began picking up, her sensor spots had come alive once more.
And he kept exploring her, in search of that one special place, that one spot that would send her into a state of frenzy and make her lose control of herself further. Her reactions told him everything he needed to know. And then he found it.
Elena heaved her body up as he hit the mark he was looking for. As if she had just given up the greatest secret of her soul, she arched her frame up towards him, offering herself for his taking. He positioned his free hand on her lower back and bent her upward even further. She quivered at his actions and as he began pounding himself inside her, she gave up her personal vow of silence and whimpered out her satisfaction.
He penetrated her again and again, know moving very fast. Her modesty faded and her tiny whimpers grew big. She felt his shaft thicken, an indication that his orgasm was developing. She shuddered as her peach began to get wet all over again.