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Waiting for the Rabbit Hole
From the book: "Passion & Purity" (ABDL BedTime Stories), here is a piece of the passion in a story about delving into the unknown and following your heart:
Waiting for the Rabbit Hole
She stepped back from the bathroom mirror, taking in her whole image. Her hair was straightened perfectly and laid lightly on her shoulders. Her make-up was exactly as he liked, light and giving a touch of pink to her cheeks. Her fingernails and toenails were polished with the shade of light blue he told her to put on them.
Tonight was all about the details. That’s all she knew because that’s all he told her. She wasn’t just waiting for the details. She was waiting for the rabbit hole. It was a moment of decision, after which it became a point of no return. She was delving into a new world, into something unknown. And she couldn’t have been more excited.
He called to her from the front room and she obediently left the bathroom, but not before checking her appearance one last time. The hallway leading to him was dark and she could feel the chill that the shadows had made. Her naked frame shivered, but her mind was focused on getting to him.
She could see him sitting in his chair, extinguishing his cigarette. His eyes became fixated on her as her silhouette approached him, stepping from the shadows of the hallway into the sunlight pouring in through the windows of the front room.
The instant warmth chased her goose bumps away, but his presence made her tingle. She walked over to his side, following the silent directions of his summoning finger. She felt vulnerable more than naked and it was a delicious torture for which she had grown accustomed, now to the point of craving it.
He owned her and controlled her, yet he never laid a hand on her to do so – not to punish her or discipline her or spank her.
Instead, he mixed up her thoughts, jumbling them and then melting them. His words could do more than his physical force. And that was the greatest indication to her of what true power could look like, how it could make her feel.
He laid his palm flat, and summoned her to step forward with all four fingers. She obediently stepped into his hand until it cupped her peach.
This was a daily check he made of her. It was her duty to never allow a single stubble of hair to reach the surface of the skin between her legs. And she pursued this task with a passion, never once grazing herself or disturbing the smoothness he was caressing.
He drew his fingers up, passing each one of them between the lips of her labia and across the opening of her canal. She closed her eyes, concentrating on keeping her composure as he touched her.
“Beautiful, Alice,” he said with a low, steady tone. “Perfect.”
His praise of her work and use of the word Perfect meant more to her than any other comfort in life. He was her Daddy and the only constant that she needed.
“I bought you something, Princess,” he said, pointing to the box sitting on the floor in front of the TV.
She walked over to the box, kneeling and opening its top flaps. Inside was the light blue dress from Alice in Wonderland. She stared at it for a moment and then picked it up. It wasn’t a cheap Halloween version of the dress. It was the real thing.
This may not have meant much to a lot of people, but she was obsessed with the story of Alice in Wonderland. She often went into great detail about the storyline and how Alice went on a journey into the unknown, changing her life forever.
Suddenly, she put it all together. His statement that tonight was about the details and how he wanted her perfect, from hair to make-up to nail polish, the dress in her hands and the pending unknown journey he was about to take her on – made clear to her that she would no longer be dreaming of the day her life changed forever. It had arrived. Her journey was tonight and it began now. She would no longer be Waiting for the Rabbit Hole. He was about to help her step into it.
He eased her down onto her back on the floor. The rug beneath her was soft. The sunlight cascading down on her was warming. Her entire body tingled.
He lifted each of her legs and slid the white stocking that came with the dress up her legs. They were thigh high and had little blue bows on the top hem.
He snapped his fingers and held out his flat palm again. She obediently sat up, placing the bottom of her chin on his fingertips. He took her white lacy bra from the coffee table and slid her arms under the shoulder straps, fastening it at her back before lifting her arms straight up and walking behind her.
She closed her eyes, imagining what he was about to do behind her. For her, part of the fantasy of being a submissive was not knowing what was to come, but rather, trusting she would be directed and kept safe.
He slid the dress down over her arms and onto her body. It fit her perfectly, almost as if it had been tailor-made for her frame. He reached under her hair and gently pulled her blonde locks out from inside the dress and then he attached the blue ribbon to her hair that Alice wore in Wonderland, tying the ends into a bow on the top of her head.
He helped her to her feet and planted her back to his chest and his lips came down on the side of her neck. She breathed evenly as he kissed her skin. She had many places on her body that were sensitive to the touch and he knew them all like the back of his hand.
Wrapping his left arm around her front and pinning her arms to her sides, he reached into his right pocket and took out a small bottle of KY Intense jelly, opening it and pouring a few drops onto the fingertips of his left hand.
“Your wonderland awaits, Alice,” her Daddy said with a soft whisper as he spread the jelly out across all four fingertips with his thumb. “And you’ll see that a wonderland is really a place in one’s mind. How you get there will be the journey.”
He lifted the front of the dress with his right hand and reached down with his left hand, touching the top of her hood and caressing the KY Intense jelly down the length of her labia. He could feel her already-developing arousal in the swelling tissues between her legs. Soon, she would be wet and dripping, just as she always did when turned on by his treatment.
“We’re going to go find that wonderland in your thoughts,” he continued to whisper while also continuing to caress the jelly into her swell. “You’ll be so delirious that you’ll feel lost, though you’ll know exactly where you are. You’ll feel so small, yet the world around you will seem to shrink with you.”
The KY jelly had already begun to work on her and she kept her eyes closed, trying to continue to maintain her composure, but honestly was simply allowing it to build to its inevitable explosion.
“You’ll feel each and every emotion and sensation, though you’ll feel them all at once,” he whispered, removing his left hand, lowering the front of her dress and putting her feet together to allow her closed thighs to do the rest of the teasing. “And you’ll be overwhelmed, BabyGirl – helplessly, defenselessly and hopelessly.”
The truth of the matter was that she never got overwhelmed. She simply had no ability to control herself.
•She didn’t moan through orgasms. She screamed through them.
•She didn’t obey his dominance. She cowered before him.
•She didn’t rush into decisions. She blindly shot from the hip.
This journey would be no different and when the impulses of devastation arrived – whether through arousal or humiliation or a creation of her own thoughts – she would implode and he would be there to catch her fall.
He took her by the hand and headed towards the front door. She gasped at the twinges of sensation that shot out from her center with each step. He had made her a “time bomb” and she could feel the clock ticking down.
Opening the front door, he suddenly turned back to her and had her lie down on her back on the kitchen table. He lifted the front of her skirt up and slid out one of the kitchen chairs.
On that chair were her pink vibrator and a diaper.
He picked up the pink toy and touched the tip of it to the opening of her canal, holding it there for a moment until they locked eyes. Then he inserted the toy inside her fully.
The feeling of being opened up forced a tiny whimper out of her. It was the first of many vocal releases she would be making before long. He slid the diaper underneath her bottom, folding the front up between her legs and into place, fastening the tapes tightly at her hips.
He stood her back up to her feet and they left. Her graceful steps became waddled and the intensity of the toy inside her, the KY jelly on her surface, the diaper pressing it all together and her submissive nature were driving her thoughts forward faster than she could move.
There was no time lift to fantasize and dream. The point of no return lie before her and the Rabbit Hole was a place in her mind she was about to be taken to.
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