Perverts 'R' Us

Princess Takes Charge

By Daddy's Psychotic, Demented Princess ( Scat, Enema, Fm, ageplay, hum )

A soft shake woke her. Rolling over she opened her eyes and saw his smiling face. Crouched down by the bed, he was rubbing up and down her back softly. Stretching a bit, she sat up and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes with both fists then yawned and dangled her feet over the edge of the bed. Sliding between her legs he wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her softly.

"Good morning, Princess." he said after he broke off the kiss, running his fingers through her sleep-tousled hair.

Wrapping her arms around his waist, she rested her head on his shoulder. "Good morning, Daddy." she replied then gave a bone-cracking yawn.

Gently, he held her tighter then picked her up and carried her into the bathroom. Setting her on the bathroom counter, he knelt down and turned on the water in the tub. After testing it to make sure it wasn't too hot and wasn't too cold he put the plug in and let the tub start to fill. Standing up, he stepped back over to her and started to undress her, dropping her nightclothes into the hamper. When she was nude he stepped back and shucked his own clothes, tossing them into the hamper as well.

Then, picking her up again he stepped into the tub and sat down, submerging them both in the warm water. Sitting between his legs, she leaned back against his chest and slid down until she was submerged up to her neck in the warm water, shutting her eyes. Holding her closely, he kissed her on the top of the head and just lay there for a while, letting the warm water relax them.

Despite what they called each other they weren't father and daughter; actually he was only two years older than her. They had met several years before, introduced by a mutual friend. At the time both of them had been involved with someone else but a great friendship had sprung up between them. Gradually the relationships they were in had ended and they found themselves in one another's company more and more. It was then that something else began to form. First, it was nothing more than a casual fuck between them once in a while. Neither of them had any illusions that is all it was.

But as things went on something else had begun to happen and they found themselves becoming closer and closer. One night while just sitting around at her place, shooting the shit and having a couple drinks together, they decided what the fuck; why not give a relationship a shot? It went fairly smoothly at the start, a few rough spots here and there as they got used to each other, nothing they couldn't work out though. But soon they had become almost inseparable, spending all the time they weren't working together. It was a natural progression to living together.

Both had quite a few friends, ones that would call themselves close, but truly they didn't know all they thought they did about the pair. Both of them kept a lot of things about themselves hidden from those that thought they knew them, especially when it came to their sexuality. In the beginning, even with each other, they kept a lot of things to themselves. Sure, from the very start each knew the other was into D/s, more to the point they were both submissives. Despite what most people thought both of them came to a compromise about it, one that worked well for them.

Some days one would be in charge and some days the other would be, depending on their moods and what the other wanted. For most in this situation it would not have worked, but the two of them managed because both had a very strong personality. They were very dominate in other areas so translating that to their sexuality was easy. As a matter of fact, both of them found that they enjoyed the roles quite a lot, the dominant one.

He had always been a lot easier with his sexuality and what he liked than she was. From the beginning he had been able to tell her what he liked and how he liked things done. He also had no problem in admitting to wanting to try new things, no matter how odd they might be. She, on the other hand, was different in that aspect, not as easy with it or, in some ways, not as easy going about her own sexuality and some of the things she liked. It took a long time for her to be able to open up to him and admit, for the most part and with a few exceptions, that she liked almost the same things he did.

It was her idea actually, to call him Daddy. For the longest time she had loved Daddy/daughter role play. That was something he hadn't done before but he rose to the occasion and found out that indeed he did like it. That is where the names they called themselves came from, nothing more, nothing less. With his encouragement she became a lot more comfortable with what she liked and was able to explore it with him since, because of his likes, he was non-judgmental about it.

As the warm water lapped around her she once again started to doze off. Grabbing the washcloth and soap, he gently washed her while she dozed. When he finished with himself he gently woke her with a soft shake.

"Princess, we need to get ready to go."

She roused herself but it took a bit of an effort. She crawled out of the tub and wrapped a big, fluffy towel around herself. Quickly he followed suit, wrapping a towel around his middle. After tossing their clothes on the bed and drying off she got a twinkle in her eyes and looked at him, grinning.

"Just a sec!" She then dashed into the bathroom and he could hear her rummaging around under the sink. Thinking nothing of it he dried off and sat on the bed to pull his socks on. Walking back in, grinning, she held up one of his diapers, the disposable kind they used during some of their 'games'. Looking at it, he started to shiver and got an instantaneous throbbing hard-on.

Grinning a bit bigger, she adopted that little girl's voice she always did when they played, "I fink Daddy should wear his diaper while we go out shopping today."

Gulping loudly, his cock throbbing madly, he nodded. "Yes, Princess." Lying back on the bed he waited for her, breathing heavily, cock pointing straight up towards the ceiling.

Moving over to the bed she had him lift his hips and she slid the diaper underneath him. Before taping it shut she slid a large suppository into his ass. Almost instantly, as it slid into him, a burning sensation started. Hissing, he clenched his ass around it as she did the diaper up and smiled angelically down at him.

"I finks Daddy should have dat in his bottom while we walk around so it reminds him how naughty he is."

On shaking legs, he stood and finished dressing. While the ginger suppository burned, yes he knew what it was they has used it many times before during their 'games', it was just as much of a turn on. The heat from it seemed to radiate all throughout his rectum, not a heat that really burnt and caused pain but a heat that was just uncomfortable. But on the other hand, it was also a huge turn on. Walking around people that didn't know and having to conceal it was a huge turn on, making him feel like the ultimate bad boy.

The drive into town was uncomfortable as the suppository melted. But walking around was worse, as the heat radiated and it made him quite uncomfortable to walk around and act like nothing was wrong. Not only that, he was worried that as he walked the rustling of the diaper would be heard by someone else and they would guess what it was. But the biggest problem wasn't either of those. It was the fact that he had a raging hard-on that wouldn't go down from the game they were playing. It was the fact that HE knew what he was wearing and what was up his bottom that excited him the most. There was a bit of a vicarious thrill in knowing someone might find out about it, and that excited him to no end. It always had.

Today was the day that they did all their grocery shopping and other things that had to get done, so it was a long day in town for them. Around about lunch time they went to a restaurant and ate a quick lunch. After they had finished she tugged him back to the bathrooms. It was a small, family style restaurant that only had one bathroom that both females and males had to use. After they had both finished going and while he had the diaper still down, she had him bend over the toilet and she pulled out a small, disposable enema from her purse. Slowly she administered it to him, then had him pull the diaper back up, giving him an angelic smile.

Shaking, he tugged everything back into place and adjusted it, looking at her. "What if Daddy can't hold it until we get home?"

Giving him another one of her innocent, angelic smiles she said in that same little girl's voice that she always used when they played, she told him, "Den Daddy is gonna mess his diaper and have to stay that way until we get home."

Shivering, he clenched his asshole tighter. "Yes, Princess." he replied in a soft, meek voice. Beyond a shadow of a doubt he KNEW he couldn't hold it until they got home. The thought of walking around in a messy diaper, though humiliating, was also a huge turn on.

Rushing around to get the rest of the shopping done, he tried desperately to get it all over with before the inevitable happened. By the time they got it done he had managed to hold most of it, though he had leaked a little bit. But before they got out of town on the drive home he couldn't hold it anymore and he let loose a drippy, stinking mess in his diaper. From the passenger side she had both heard and smelled it but said nothing, just sitting there smiling a little bit.

The whole way home after that he sat in his own mess, color high in his cheeks, embarrassed and turned on at the same time. When they got home they put the groceries on the back porch but she wouldn't allow him to go inside as messy as he was.

Leading him out to the fence by the horse pasture she had him undress. Color standing out brightly in his cheeks, he quickly stripped off his clothes, knowing full well that if anyone chose to pull into their driveway at that moment they would see everything. When he was nude, his whole crotch caked with feces, she had him lean over the fence a bit and she picked up the messy diaper.

Stepping up beside him, she grinned a bit. "You are such a naughty, dirty Daddy, messing yourself like that!"

Shivering a bit he looked at her and nodded, "Yes Princess, I am a naughty, dirty Daddy." Knowing her the way he did he knew she was up to something and more than likely he was going to like it.

Taking the sodden mess of a diaper she smeared it all over his chest and face, then into his hair, covering him in a thin layer of brown feces all over. Draping it over the fence railing she stepped back and smiled angelically again. "Naughty, dirty Daddy." She giggled a bit.

Standing there, covered in his own shit, he shook slightly. His cock stood out in front of him hard as an iron spike, throbbing and dripping pre-cum like mad. They had been together for quite some time now and she knew exactly what he liked; dirty, messy play with a fair amount of humiliation involved. From some of their past adventures outside he knew she was plotting something more than just making him stand there nude.

Stepping back, she slowly started to take her own clothes off, tossing them onto the hood of the car where they wouldn't get messy. Then she got up onto the railing of the fence in front of him and bent over, her ass sticking out, looking back over her shoulder at him, winking.

In a soft, husky voice she said, "Fuck me, Daddy!"

Not needing to be told twice he stood up and positioned himself behind her, taking his shit covered cock in his hand and rubbing it up and down over her already spread and dripping pussy before sliding it in. Groaning loudly, she pushed back on him, trying to get him all the way inside her. Grasping her small hips, he started to piston himself in and out of her, moaning softly.

Although both of them had the same lanky, thin build, he was much taller at 6'3" and about 175 lbs. than her diminutive, 5'0" 110 lbs. frame. Normally fucking standing up was quite awkward, but with her standing on the railing it made her the perfect height for a rough fucking. Slamming himself in and out of her still-tight twat, he reached up and grabbed a handful of her honey-blonde hair in his shit covered fist and pulled her back onto him. It wasn't long before her white, clean skin was getting covered with the brown of his shit as he thrust roughly into her.

Putting one arm around her middle he pulled her back against his chest. Leaning forward he kissed her roughly on the mouth, his tongue thrusting inside it, the shit on his face smearing on hers. His fingers digging roughly into her hip as he held on, he trust harder, almost animalistically into her tight pussy. As turned on as he was from the days 'foreplay' it didn't take him long to cum, flooding her insides with his load. Putting a finger on her clit he rubbed it, his deflating cock still inside her dripping cunt, until she came, her pussy clenching around his spent member.

When they were done she untangled herself from him and got down off the fence. Grabbing the hose that was nearby she washed herself off a bit, then him. With an evil grin on her face, she stepped behind him and roughly thrust the end of it up his ass, the cold water spraying up into his rectum. Hissing as the cold seemed to permeate throughout his body, he clenched his ass a bit but held still. While the water flowed into his bowels she pushed more and more of the hose up his ass, getting it deeper into his bowels.

Then he was begging her to quit, saying that he couldn't hold anymore. His stomach stuck out in front of him like he was pregnant. She crimped the hose, shutting off the water, and pulled it out. Standing back, she ordered him down onto all fours like a dog and had him crawl to the house. Walking behind him she watched as his ass swayed a bit and his tight bottom hole, as she called it, was clenched tightly.

About midway between the barnyard and the house she let him stop and empty the overfilled content of his bowels in the yard while she watched. Cheeks red with humiliation he let the water squirt out behind him as she watched. When he was done, they went inside and put away the stuff they had bought, then took another long bath, soaking.

Holding her tightly to his chest, he grinned and whispered into her ear, "Next time it's Princess' turn."

Authors Note: For Daddy ShitBeast, from Princess with love.