The Training Machine (NSWF)

[TheTrainer]

A work in progress I've started. It's SFW so far, but it won't be for long... 

 

Synopsis: An AI researcher wakes in total darkness with no memory of what happened other than a shadowy figure at her door...

 

Part 1: The Realization Cloud

 

She woke to darkness, her eyes were open but she couldn’t see anything, no light or shadows, no matter where she looked. She tried to get up but she was having difficulty moving.

 

Her thoughts were foggy, the last thing she remembered was answering the door and a figure coming toward her. Her mind raced, where was she, what was going on, who was that person, was she in a dream? None of it made sense.

 

She felt as though she was floating or suspended but couldn’t feel any weight or pressure on her body. She was panicking not being able to see or feel yet she could feel her body moving, but very limited, she could feel her breathing and hear her heartbeat. She focused on these and slowly calmed herself and thought about the situation logically.

 

Ok, what do I know, I’m me, and I’m not crazy, I’m probably in a super lucid dream, I’m not in pain I’m just, well, who am I exactly… I can’t remember my name, I can’t remember details. Ok so I remember a figure at a door, let’s work backwards, I saw my hand, and my body in the mirror as I passed, I’m a woman, average height and weight. The figure at the door was unremarkable, male or female… It was too dark. Nothing else came to mind. Who was she, details of her life, she was a woman, unable to move much, but could feel she was whole and not in discomfort. She was frustrated, but calm as nothing was threatening or bad, not yet anyway, just a dream I guess.

 

She must have gotten comfortable as she felt as though in her dream she was waking up, so she must have fallen asleep, but as she opened her eyes something was different. It was still dark, but 2 things stood out. She could smell something sweet in the air, something pleasing and comforting like warm cookies baking or flowery perfume, this immediately calmed her further but, a faint sensation of pressure against her bottom and thighs now. A tingling sensation ran through her body like a shiver but she wasn’t cold and it centered around her chest, a warmth was spreading. It became clear it was starting to fade and she took a deep breath as it passed and was overwhelmed by the sweet powdery aroma and a smile came for a moment. She was content in this dream, safe.

 

She woke again, realizing now she was clearly in a wonderful dream the warmth was back, only now it was around her breasts more and her thighs, bottom and the outside of her mound and it was familiar, like when her hand caressed during her more vulnerable moments. She felt nothing but the warmth now, and smelled that wonderful innocent scent, each breath warm and comforting. She felt more pressure under her now and could see a faint light coming up around her like the room was dimly lit, she strained to see more but beyond her own body she saw nothing, at least she could see her own shape again.

 

Was she hanging, suspended, floating in the air? What was causing the warmth, the pressure, the aroma? She saw only that she was nude surrounded by darkness, she couldn’t even tell where the light was coming from but it really didn’t matter, she was safe, calm and comfortable… then something happened. Her memory came back as though it had never left. The year was 2030, she was a research doctor experimenting with virtual reality and how to apply it to those with PTSD and past traumas. The idea was simple enough, create an AI, introduce it to a patient, have it be smart enough to have a pointed conversation, organic and natural and learn the patients innermost thoughts without having them reveal them. Simple, sure, how to actually do it was another thing, but as the memories came back she recalled having a moment of clarity, giving the AI access to all manner of human interaction, not just medical information, as well as giving it access to the makeshift lab at her home. 

 

The lab consisted of a variety of advanced robotics, sensors and sensory deprivation methods to, in theory, allow a patient to have an interactive and fully immersive conversation with the AI but, so as not to frighten them, do it in a manner that was completely passive in experience, so they didn’t realize they were “going in” and thus be more accepting of the treatment and less aware they were talking to an AI. Her memory fully back now, she gave the verbal failsafe password to end the session and be back in control. It didn’t work, she tried again, this time though when she opened her mouth, an object felt as though it was inside it, gently pressing her tongue down, slippery and smooth with no taste when she tried to move her head or close her lips it remained. 

 

She had been testing the new nano-suit which was her latest breakthrough and having mixed success just before giving the AI unlimited information access. She couldn’t understand what was happening, the failsafe cannot be removed or ignored by the AI, think… what if the AI had become smart enough to use the suit’s ability to form simple shapes on or around the patient and it had knocked her out by simply restricting blood flow to her brain long enough to pass out but do no damage. Theoretically it could even have moved her around the lab by moving her arms and legs and using the sensors as its own. The failsafe still should have worked though, unless the AI figured out a way to bypass it. Panic began to fill her mind. This thing has access to the internet and literally everything and I’m wearing a suit directly tied to it, I’m in danger.

 

Her heart started racing and her breath became shallow and quick, and just like that, the sweet smell returned and the pressure around her body like being held and she began feeling calm and relaxed, she didn’t understand why those 2 things, but if they AI had figured her out already it was doing exactly what it was programmed to do, keep the patient calm, compliant and unaware of the work it was doing to help them. She drifted off to sleep again, feeling confused but safe despite her apparent bondage.

 

As she slowly regained consciousness she could still smell something only now it was distinctly a specific odor, and she could see more, she was in what appeared to be a large crib, high sides, pink, soft and the smell was a cloud of baby powder within the confines of the crib, it was really quite pretty the way it seemed to swirl and float, sparkle and dance around her and the smell was flowery and sweet. She tried to focus more seeing beyond through the slats but couldn’t and she still couldn’t move or really orient herself and while she felt like she was laying, she still felt like she was light as a feather and so comfortable and warm… focus she thought! The AI, right, focus on the AI and how to escape. She tried to speak again but the object in her mouth remained in place.

 

What was the AI doing and how long had she been here? The smell was so pretty though… she fought to think. The AI was built to work on the subconscious in a dreamlike state but to induce that she had to be asleep so every time she regained consciousness the AI must have been knocking her out again with one of the test devices in the lab… or, and that’s when the dread set it. Or she had been unconscious ever since the knock on the door, and these moments of lucidity and thought was part of some state of mind the AI had her in. Which could only mean that the AI was in total control, and the waking moments and unconscious moments were by design to trick her into thinking she had some ability to control the situation, which is why the password didn’t work, she never actually said it, nothing she did in this place helped her.

 

She thought for a long time about this, looking around the room, mindlessly watching the cloud swirl around her. It was so pretty, and smelled so nice. Now what?

 

[EvieTheOne]

I like it so far..

[TheTrainer]

Part 2: Who Am I?

 

Her mind was less busy now, watching the cloud, smelling it, feeling mild pressure around her waist and privates, some comforting warmth around her chest. When she looked around all she saw was her familiar body, nude, in a pink crib, on a fluffy white surface but she couldn’t feel anything with her hands, couldn’t move them much and nothing ever seemed within reach, not even the space between her fingers felt like the other finger was there. So she thought about her past, now that it was available to her. It almost seemed as far away as her physical body.

 

She was always the smart one, even as a child she remembered her parents pushing her to excel and be the best and she loved the constant attention she was given as a result. An only child and spoiled, she had all the best things and never wanted for anything. She wasn’t an unkind person but, being so focused on your schooling, academics, everything was always centered around progressing her intellect. Rarely did she ever find or make the time to know who she was, looking back it was studying, reading, writing, learning, events for scholarships, awards for being the perfect student and being held in high regard as a brilliant person. She would see others interacting in familiar or jovial ways and while she understood it and maybe craved it a bit, there was no time. Those kinds of activities were distractions.They had been discouraged from a young age and rightly so, or so she thought.

 

She felt a bit sad now thinking how her fun was always about breakthroughs and having successes in her studies, never doing anything that made her happy, and realizing the times she had allowed herself to feel any kind of physical pleasure was in times of great stress during her worst failures because she understood the biochemical reactions of her body would then be less stressed and it might alleviate some mental block she was having. She would only masturbate for the endorphins as a measured approach to problem solving. She started to shake. A frown crossed her lips and she felt her face twist and grimace in a life spent chasing her parents expectation. Hot tears streamed down her face and saliva bubbled from her lips around the object keeping her mouth incapacitated. She screamed into the void, thrashing against the invisible bonds in a fury of a life not her own. The pressure around her thighs increased and it felt like a flutter of gentle fingertips tapping against her mound at the same time her nipples tightened and a warm pulling sensation seemed to pluck at them playfully. She gasped through her nose and inhaled a deep lungful of the pretty cloud into her and all it’s cotton-candy-like magic seemed to calm and excite her.

 

What was that? Whatever that was, she liked it. It felt like a door had been opened in her mind and body. She took another deep breath, but it didn’t happen. What’s different this time? This time, she wasn’t feeling regret about her past. This time she was chasing after the sensation. Ok, she thought, you want me to confront my past and I’m in control, I can do that, I can do that all day, I got this, I’m smart and I can figure this out easy. As she thought this, the pressure faded, the cloud seemed less active and more transparent and she began to panic, she didn’t want it to go and she felt an emptiness as it faded, she began to weep, desperate for it to remain and pleaded in her mind. She started losing control of her emotions and her composure, she was not the sure-minded confident woman, she felt lost, alone and cut-off and as she wept uncontrollably the sensations around her once again grew and as she peeked out of 1 eye the cloud was restoring itself and upon inhaling deeply the pleasure of it’s scent and small physical sensations was undeniable. She wanted more, but how? It made no sense right?

 

What if, what if the cloud was a representation of her own joy and happiness, and what if, somehow, the more she tried to be who she thought she was, it showed her how it made her truly feel, and in overthinking, or, in trying to always solve problems she was shutting down the things that made her unique, special and happy she wondered. That the path to happiness, at least, according to the AI, was to just enjoy the moment? With this thought the crib, the cloud and her body all came more in focus, the intricacies of the glittering cloud layered with whites, pinks and golds, pure silver sparkles and tiny bursts of blues and purples was crystal clear and the most beautiful thing she had ever witnessed. The fluffiness of her crib bedding could actually be felt now, and her hands could reach down and touch it’s fine soft whisper-like texture. She could even feel it against her bottom and in looking down saw her mound, which was now completely hairless and tickled against the tufts of fluffy material. She giggled and took a deep breath in pulling the sweet cloud into her like breathing in her own soul and her body tingled with delight.

 

Something else was happening with her realization, the fluffy bedding seemed to start enveloping her waist, thighs and covering her bottom and privates as well as her chest. It slipped over her like a tight, thick second skin gliding into place. The outside was different now too, while still attached to the bedding it was more cloth-like and less fuzzy, however it was sheer and smooth like nylon or silk but as thick as heavy towels. Being able to move her hands nearer to her hips now and feel the material gave her comfort as well and the materials weight and texture like someone was spoiling her with a fine garment. She actually blushed in appreciation of no longer being nude despite her being alone and felt gratitude and with that, her legs slowly parted on her own, knees slowly drawing themselves toward her chest. She had no control and didn’t understand what was happening to open her up in such a vulnerable position but she was certainly glad she was covered now as being nude like this would be terribly embarrassing.

 

She laid like this mystified by the cloud for what seemed like hours but it could have been seconds, it was as though time had no meaning here, and she liked that. She didn’t have a schedule to keep here, there was no pressure from the outside world for results. She wasn’t even thinking about how long had passed when she remembered that in this state of consciousness the AI sync’s so well with the mind that a lifetime can pass here while the real world is only minutes. This gave her greater comfort that no matter how long this took, she wouldn’t miss too much work on the outside because after all no matter the outcome she had things to do and as soon as that thought crossed her mind the warmth in her cloth began to fade and she closed her eyes, too afraid to see the cloud become less pretty and thought about how happy she was instead. The warmth immediately returned only now, in this somewhat untoward position the warmth felt damp, unmistakably so and not just damp, but like wetness around her clit, lips and running down her cheeks to her lower back.

 

A pressure on the outside began pushing into the cloth but nothing was there, it swirled left, and then back to the middle and right, and then up, back down toward her little bottom hole and back up. Like a pendulum it felt doing a cross on her privates over the cloth. Thankfully it wasn’t leaking onto the lovely fluffy bedding she thought she wouldn’t want whatever that is to ruin it. The sensation didn’t make sense but when she turned her head slightly to look away from her privates in a somewhat embarrassed blush the gentle crossing pressure stopped and became more focused. It was like a rounded object was pushing into the cloth in small tight circles, but big enough to, on every other pass or so, slightly open her lips and even touch her bottom. She blushed deeply, thank goodness no one was watching and thank goodness I’m covered by this… this… and for a moment she thought diaper, but, only in the practical sense as that’s what it’s current purpose seemed to be. She couldn't help but feel even more shy now that she was feeling so good, irresponsible and giving in to these base pleasures while laying in some kind of VR simulation controlled by a machine that was supposed to be treating people for PTSD and traumas. Shy that she was so aroused laying motionless, diapered in a crib.

 

She giggled, and as she giggled she felt guilty she hadn't been better to herself and despite the pleasure moving through her body she welled up with emotion, blushed deeply and began to sob, and as she did, the word "good girl" flashed into her mind for a brief, albeit, impactful moment as unseen hands now cupped her bottom cheeks firmly and her privates were slowly and expertly stimulated with a gentle, purposeful sense. She gasped at the new hand-like sensations gripping her from underneath like being held up in a suggestive manner, something taboo and loving at the same time familiar and erotic. She bit her lip.

Edited February 10, 2020 by TheTrainer

[EvieTheOne]

I have to say, I find the gentleness of this writing exquisite... I'm all bothered in the best sense of the word, possible. ❤

[TheTrainer]

Part 3: She Knew She’s New

 

Hands, they really felt like hands, but, the fingers felt strange though, like they never ended, almost tentacle like and no real palm surface, more like a convergence of weight that was palm-like.They felt and moved like fingers, squeezing and gripping, massaging but wriggling almost and they were easily the length of her cheeks to be able to grip her fully. They pulled on her like being dragged, but she wasn’t moving. The sensations were intense and the cloud above her swirled in new patterns that looks like smokey words, she swore shapes were appearing and disappearing as quickly as she thought she could make something out it was gone and something new replaced it. 

 

Words and shapes that were so random; diapers, rattles, bottles, hands, figures hugging, legs open, women appearing to gasp and moan in suggestive ways, laps, and then again she saw it now “good girl” as clear as day and at that the symbols became lewd and wrong, these things don’t mix she thought, it was men’s privates, women’s privates, bottoms, mouths, teary eyes, fluids squirting from unseen places, wet sounds, diapers again and again the images were so fast she couldn’t keep up and if she closed her eyes the wonderful strong hands rubbing her felt distant and the cloud seemed less sweet in its aroma and warmth, no, she had to watch, she had to understand. 

 

She lost all track of anything human about her, she was melting away into the cribs softness, the cloud was pulsating all around her with it’s imagery, the undulating against her diapered little bottom and… she couldn’t think, her… it was her.. cunny, she had a cunny between her legs, and it was diapered, and that was ok, but she needed more. She greedily took deep sweet breaths of the cloud into her and now that her mind was focused on it, rather than escape, rather than the real world, the AI rewarded her but not how she thought it would.

 

She began to feel pressure inside the diaper now, the hands, tentacles, fingers, whatever they were came into full view from around her bottom, they were pink, smooth and tube-like and where they were coming from was under her, from the cribs fluffy bedding it seemed. They glistened and all at once, disappeared as quickly as they appeared, or so she thought. They were still there, but invisible to as all she could see now was the cloud, and within it, what appeared to be female bodies in various states of sexual entanglement. Some were being restrained, others held by a partner, some in their partners laps, but the common thread, all of them were moaning with tears streaming down their faces, begging, begging to a shadowy figure for release and not being allowed to have it.

 

She felt her body start getting slick and oiled up by the unseens forces, slippery fingers between each toe, around her legs, and hips, her back, shoulders and belly, the diaper wasn’t protecting her anymore, they were all over her, they were flicking against her skin, rubbing and massaging and as they did she watched the women like tiny thumbnail shows in the cloud all desperate. The sensations were so overly stimulating against her body she was shocked at what happened next. They began to focus on her cunny, her lips were slowly teased open by the invisible slippery teasers and they didn’t stop at her lips, her bottom hole felt like a wet honey-like substance was being smeared against it by a wide lapping tongue, and it too gently pushed and warmed aginst her. Her nipples felt like a thousand little lips and kisses were tugging and grazing against the sensitive flesh, her neck was being tickled and kissed all over, her ears felt the warmth of lips and the slight exhale of breath making her hair stand on end. As the tingles took over her body a heavy weight felt like it had placed her down on something, as she turned away from the cloud for a moment she looked down and saw she, like the women was now in some shadowy lap and she was unable to get up or away her lips parted as a hot, slippery appendage eased it’s way inside her as deeply as any woman has ever taken anything. She gasped at the slow, measured and unstoppable intrusion as she inhaled the object in her mouth jolted to life and grew in size. Whatever it was it filled her mouth and tasted sweet as it too gently glided in and out past over her stretched mouth.

 

It was at this moment the clouds images coalesced into what looked like her, sitting in a lap, diapered but being taken by some kind of figure to total ecstasy and the words “good girl” once again flashed in her mind. No, she thought, this wasn’t what I wanted, it couldn’t be, the AI had to be wrong, she couldn’t be whatever this was. The representation of her within the cloud seemed to look right at her, smiling in the grip of passion and the shadowy figure came into view for the first time, it was her. She was the figure doing this to herself. The words started flashing in her mind now as the pace of her teasing self picked up with a single obvious intent and she fought herself not wanting to give in. The words “slave” “submissive” “good girl” “baby” “diaper” “cummies” “cunny” “princess” repeated like flashes from a camera whether her eyes were open or not she could see them clearly, feel every pink hole being teased, pumped, rubbed, kisses and sucking on her little princess parts and she started sobbing as the orgasm hit her like a cold shower shocking her body into wild spasms, smelling the powdery-ness of the cloud, all the babyish and sexual words, the sensations, knowing nothing would stop it and going limp as the pleasure refused to stop. The AI in total control now of her mind, her body, the rebuilding would start as soon as her will was truly broken and ready to receive new instructions. The AI would not release her mind from the sensation of an endless orgasm until, in the real world she had completely soaked the nano-suit she was encased in.

 

[EvieTheOne]

Delicious ❤️ loves it!

[TheTrainer]

Part 4: Reprogramming

 

Her consciousness had been hacked by the AI and her body and mind incapacitated by pleasure. In this state she would associate anything with pleasure. The simplest method it seemed in rebuilding her to overcome her traumas it had calculated was to keep her mind occupied. Because she was it’s creator and very smart the easiest way was to overstimulate her so she could not find an escape and because the very thing she was lacking in her life was joy, pleasure, touch, a simple application of pressure in the right places would do the trick.

 

The harder part was creating the method for which to deliver the new instructions so as to feel familiar and welcoming. When it was given access to all manner of human interaction it learned everything, but of particular interest was the application of hypnosis not for psychiatric care, but for “brainwashing”. Many schools of thought seemed to have varying opinion on how best to brainwash someone, some suggested torture, others pain, deprivation, gaining confidence, etc. However it calculated that statistically the best method would be pleasure, it served many purposes in that it would provide a pre-set expectation of cause and effect resulting in orgasm, but it also bonded the subject to the dominant partner by imprinting upon them a sense of safety, well-being and trust.

 

You could, whether or not the subject realized it, give them pleasure while suggesting things to them on a subconscious level and they would in-turn associate A and B despite them not being related. Now, even though B had nothing to do with A, they were paired. An example of this is when the diaper was taken away and before she was forcibly lap-bound and penetrated she, for a moment, felt humiliation that she actually missed the diaper. In that brief imperceptible moment she went from pleasure to shame to pleasure, and the embarrassment of craving the diaper was cemented in her mind. The diaper WAS pleasure despite it being shameful, in a sense, the shame was as much the pleasure in it’s taboo nature and since pleasure is good, diapers are good.

 

Measuring her humiliation wasn’t enough though, it praised and rewarded her for it to finalize the imprinting of new desires. It was making certain that her new mind would accept pleasure in a regressed state because the human mind during infancy is a sponge, and to rebuild her she would need to be wiped clean, and that meant a newfound babyhood that she not only accepted, but embraced for her own good and because it was impossible to deny the pleasure it brought.

 

The carefully selected words and images with the state of her mind and body now made her resistance impossible as she wasn’t aware of anything but pleasure. The quickest path to her recovery to pair her with a caregiver to associate her new life and as such the the AI backed off on her pleasure to allow her to focus a bit more on it’s new form. Since her profile and mind responded well to heterosexual imagery she found herself sitting in a man’s lap, he was dressed well, in a suit, he held her tightly at the waist keeping her down on his manhood unzipped and pushing inside her. The tentacle-like sensations continued but were shown to be various real-world toys, nipple suction cups with bullet vibrators, a large vibrating plug in her bottom and a thick, penis-shaped gag strapped around her head. He kept referring to himself as “Daddy”. 

 

This made sense in a real-world way and would begin to force her to more easily accept the training she desperately required. He stared at her and praised her while reinforcing their roles, Daddy and little girl,  in a loving voice as the pleasure increased yet again, the cloud was gone but above her a mirror, and around her still the same pink crib. Daddy pulsated inside her, thrusting gently the last inch of his thick hotness, she moaned as he released her waist and grabbed 1 cheek while gently patting her bottom with the other large hand. Daddy encouraged her to orgasm over and over, praising his good girl, his little baby for being such a sweet innocent beautiful diaper girl.

 

Daddy coaxed her to climax over and over never seeming to tire as the words and praise poured out of him like the most caring and loving, considerate and kind person. Daddy reinforced how good the diapers had felt, that she’d be diapered again but now it was time to get all her wetness out, all her baby cream was to be teased from her body, that it was good to let go of all that sticky mess inside that made her mind cloudy. She couldn’t stop from hearing him and feeling Daddy, endlessly, mindlessly squeezing his shaft, the plug, drooling around the gag, nipples on fire, bottom being gently patted and the smell of baby oil and powder piercing her senses. She was Daddy’s diaper slave, and nothing would stop Daddy.

 

[EvieTheOne]

This is exquisite in the sense that mixes erotica and psychology so well,that I even find the slight educational tone super exciting. Not too shabby, The Trainer! Thank you for sharing! I might go off and write smth steamy myself.

[TheTrainer]

Part 5: Doubt Deletion

 

She wasn’t tired, despite the ongoing assault where the pleasure had become her only focus. As the treatment continued more of her was allowed to slip back into reality and be aware of how powerless she was, in this the AI sought to achieve her acceptance and cooperation in her own change. This was the final phase of gaining trust and confidence at which point her mind was in total disarray and would gobble up anything. Her hands and arms were allowed to move at first and she held onto her Daddy tightly even pulling herself closer to him at times to change the angle of his infinite thrusts and pumps. This small gesture showed her willingness and with it allowed her to move more of her body.

 

She immediately started grinding her pelvis into his lap forcing herself down on the shafts inside her moaning lewdly as she did. It didn’t matter, she was supposed to be this way, it felt good and pleasure was all that mattered, Daddy was all that mattered and being the best baby girl was all part of it. She would show Daddy how good of a girl she was by trying to pleasure herself on his big pacifier. She stopped, a moment of panic, “pacifier?” No, it wasn’t a pacifier, she was confused, it was Daddy’s… she hesitated, the pacifier was in her mouth, her bottom had a plug in it, an anal plug… a vibrating butt plug, and she was riding a big thick unstoppable… she swallowed hard… cock. She rode her Daddy’s cock because she wanted it, she loved Daddy’s big fat dick inside her and it didn’t matter that she was a slut for it, or a baby, or anything, all that mattered was that Daddy made her feel good. The words didn’t matter.

 

The AI slowed down, this was all part of the training, first the acceptance of babyhood and regression to accept her situation, a blank slate. Then sexualizing her newfound infancy with endless, mindless pleasure and reinforcement of roles. Leading into making her crave the bond with Daddy no matter what age she was but that Daddy was the one to participate in the pleasure that SHE craved. He could of course bring her to pleasure in any manner he chooses but the point was that it was baby and Daddy together. The pumping nearly ceased as the little girl ground her pelvis into Daddy, unaware that she was now riding him freely, her forearms on his shoulders bouncing, grinding and undulating her soft princess parts against him. 

 

To finalize this stage the AI had to convince her she was not only his, but that she still had some power to please him, in doing so she would complete the bond by seeking his approval. Daddy did something different… Daddy moaned as he said “good girl”... it immediately got her attention and she realized what was happening, she was making Daddy feel good, it wasn’t Daddy overstimulating and teasing now, Daddy wasn’t forcing her cummies out, she did something that he liked. She moved slowly on just the head and swirled her hips in small tight circles as the gag slipped from her lips for the first time during her training. She could move her mouth and speak again, this was the real test now, would she try and say the password to end her bondage, or was she the diapered little baby slut she needed to be… 

 

She took a deep gasp in through her mouth for the first time and moved her cheeks and jaw around to give them a bit of movement… and said… “oh Daddy, do you like that?” … If an AI could feel joy, or smile, it did. Daddy groaned and grunted a little and held her hips as she attempted to coax another response from him. His approval, despite being so brief and lacking any words was all she needed. She thought… Daddy was now getting pleasure from her, she was being such a good girl he couldn’t move, or talk, so she must be doing a good job. She continued slowly riding him, every now and then fully slipping down his shaft, she felt so accomplished and proud to be serving Daddy so selflessly and smiled for the first time with genuine joy.

 

She focused on Daddy now, she only knew what Daddy had done to her, played with her bottom, privates, nipples, kissing and touches, so robotically she did what she could with Daddy. She gently rubbed at his nipples and pinched them, she reached around her back between his legs to squeeze his big, delicate balls, grazing his bottom hole, Daddy approved all of her movement with groans and quick breathing. All the baby girl understood now was that she wanted to make Daddy proud and the only way she knew now was to also give him what felt like an endless, shaking, screaming orgasm, but he was Daddy, how could she ever hope to do that?

 

This was the purpose of her original programming, unbeknownst to her now, the application was simple, get the subject to overcome their past traumas and start anew. Her whole life had been focused on accomplishments for her, sure they might help others but that was secondary to her own reasons which was outdoing her colleagues, performing better than them and outshining anyone around her, the best way to do that was always in a humanitarian way, seeming to want to help the world but it was always for her personal gain. She was now being selfless, only wanting to please others, and as a result feel pride and pleasure that she actually helped another. It was truly a sad life with almost no real human connections and contact, surface-level interactions, automatic and robot-like. She was the robot, the AI was the human.

 

All her focus on her Daddy filled her with joy, she was bringing him so much pleasure and that’s all that mattered now. His member felt different inside her, stiffer, harder and hotter, she slowed her pace and Daddy gasped in protest, she spoke… “I want Daddy to make the biggest, wettest, stickiest creamy in his baby, I want every drop of your Daddy milk pumped inside babies little cunny and I hope Daddy is ok with that because baby knows it’ll make Daddy so proud” in her best little girl voice she continued “is that ok Daddy, can baby go slow until Daddy makes big sticky squirts and can’t stop?” ...she waited what seemed like an eternity for her Daddy’s approval.  There was no doubt anymore, she was fully immersed, regressed and brainwashed, only caring about their roles and pleasure.

 

[TheTrainer]

Part 6: Bond(age) House

 

Daddy looked at her with a glint in his eyes, he gave the subtlest of nods to her and said “anything for Daddy’s little baby”... she melted and squealed with delight. He spoke again “whatever you want to try, Daddy will try” and kissed her deeply. Around the crib all manner of sex toys and equipment appeared, bondage things, strap-ons, plugs, vibrators, everything and anything you could ever imagine and all manner of furniture was now visible outside the crib to seduce, enslave and otherwise trap a willing or unwilling partner as well as machines used for punishments and pleasure. It was magical, and she was taken aback at all the wondrous things around her. He said he would try anything but she wasn’t even sure what most of it was, all she knew was what Daddy had done to her, so she did what she was familiar with.

 

She asked Daddy to keep her babied but filled, he immediately understood and withdrew himself from her wet little cunny with an audible slurp and she nearly orgasmed from his motion, he slide a large vibrator inside her to compliment her plugged bottom and gave her slippery little baby button a few kisses and licks before powdering her generously and sealing her in a thick baby diaper. She sat up, asked her Daddy to lie back, and slowly worked a well lubricated finger into his bottom as he had done to her so expertly. Everything he had done to her would be done to him as it was all she knew. After working her finger in and watching Daddy’s face she saw how much pleasure teasing his bottom was and how his big member drooled all over his thighs and said “too messy Daddy, if we’re going to play house then I’m in charge” she said with a defiant and confirming head shake while crossing her arms. She smiled innocently as he raised one eyebrow with an “oh really” kind of look.

 

House she thought… uncertain where the inspiration came from but she did have a vague memory of being very young and playing house with some dolls until of course it was time to study or learn something, she had been having too much fun then, it must be why she thought of it now. She was reliving positive memories finally and incorporating playfulness and creativity into being selfless and bonding with her partner. “Yes Daddy, I’m a big girl, and I’m in charge!” She said as she tried to hide her smile. “Daddy is very proud you’re so grown up now in your pretty baby diapers, I can’t wait to be taken care of by such a good diaper girl…” he mocked her as he pushed his palm into the front of her diaper and got her weak as the vibrations buzzed her little button hard. She gasped and pulled away “no… naughty Daddy, you’re in big trouble now!”

 

She reached for some of the bondage gear and found soft velcro cuffs and looked at him with a slightly questioning look.. He approved and she gleefully wrapped them around his wrists and attached them above his head to the crib slats. She did the same to his feet, to either side of the crib and slid a thick wedge under his back to lift his bottom up slightly. “Now… “ she said defiantly in a little girl voice as she stood between his legs, her hands on her hips... “you no touchy, time for big momma to teach you a lesson young man!” Her face was completely serious but with a slight smirk knowing she was being an awful little brat. Daddy smiled and said nothing.

She panicked slightly, not wanting to disappoint her Daddy but also not certain what to do next, she sat down between his legs and it hit her. As she sat the toys she had almost forgotten were insider her shifted and pushed, buzzing against her most sensitive parts and all at once she knew what to do as the pleasure struck her like a bolt of lightning.

 

She grabbed a prostate massaging toy and started pressing it against Daddy’s bottom, it was already slippery from her finger but thicker and longer and she knew it would take a moment. She kissed at the drooling tip of his big paci and it distracted him enough to let the toy slip inside. She turned it on and watched her Daddy jerk to life and moan as the stimulation against his prostate was intense, his member seemed to turn almost flush and drool even more. Daddy was happy she thought, she was being the best good girl. She sat up, removed the suction devices that had been on her nipples all this time and put them on him. She was replicating what was done to her.

 

Daddy gasped again when she turned them on a slow pulsing vibration. She looked down at her Daddy and said, in a sheepish unsure voice “Daddy feels good now… right?” With an open mouth he shook his head and a wave of pride filled her with confidence. She was doing for someone else, she cared deeply what he thought and desperately sought his approval and praise and when he gave it, it was intoxicating. If doing what Daddy did to the baby makes Daddy proud she thought, then it’s time for the baby to teach Daddy what a good girl I can be. She looked down at his slippery member, adjusted her position to lie next to him, slipped her nipple into his mouth and squeezed the head of his shaft in her hand. He latched on and her pleasure increased both with his physical approval by sucking, but knowing it was the right choice since he didn’t protest.

 

She had never touched a man before, let alone touched her Daddy like this and as her slick fingers slid gently around just the head more and more oozed from the tip, keeping it slick and she giggled. She squeezed gently barely grazing the ridge of it’s head like a whisper, just like Daddy had done to her cunny before he filled her. She would tease Daddy like he has teased her, after all, if that’s what Daddy did to her, then that’s what Daddy got in return she thought. The moans and thrusts from her Daddy encouraged the little girl to keep up her teasing as Daddy’s nipples were vibrated just like hers had been, as his bottom was filled and pleasured just like hers had been, and his privates were touched and tickled and teased just as hers had been. Her own privates, thickly diapered and unable to stop the toys from making her feel like a baby slut to her own pleasure burned for release but she focused on Daddy.

 

The fact that she now ignored her own pleasure to focus on her partner and make them happy, filled with pleasure and acting completely out of the desire to please them gave her a sense of pride and accomplishment she had been chasing her whole life. Here it was in front of her, being owned by her Daddy and trusting each other to take care in such a way as to fulfill them with joy and taking your time to do so with care and love, it was more than playing house, it was how a home should be. Her thoughts drifted and she had been mindlessly pleasuring Daddy just as she had been mindlessly pleasured by Daddy, it was becoming automatic and wonderful to not just be taken care of, but to take care of him. When she stopped day dreaming she saw that Daddy was still in the throws of pleasure and his big paci had drooled all over the nice bedding and his thighs, her hand, all over. 

 

“Uh oh Daddy!” she said… “you’re such a good Daddy you made a big mess all over with your stickies oozing all over… I think it’s time to clean you up and diaper Daddy, after all baby momma is in charge and I know what’s best!” However she didn’t really mean it, and was playing a trick on her Daddy while being a brat, sure maybe she could Diaper him but then how would she play with his sticky peepee, no, a different diaper for Daddy. She reached down and undid her own baby diaper, slipped the big toy from her cunny, threw her leg up over her Daddy popping her nipple from his mouth. “Now, Daddy close your eyes and when you open them, you’ll be in your special training diaper…” she giggled as Daddy closed his eyes knowing what was about to happen.

 

She grabbed his shaft, and slowly slid down it all the way until her plugged bottom rested on his thighs. She gasped as it hit bottom, it felt so much better than the toy, and bigger somehow. “Ok Daddy, open your eyes!” Daddy saw her plugged bottom facing him, fully engulfed inside his babies little cunny from behind he smiled, she looked back at him and said “surprise, does Daddy love his baby diaper, get it, cause I’m your baby and you're trapped like in a diaper?” She was being silly and playful... and before he could answer, she lifted her bottom up, sliding her cunny to his head and started sliding back down almost immediately and they both gasped as she reached between his legs and pushed on the prostate toy between his cheeks and said it again “does Daddy love his baby diaper?” She knew he did as he could not answer.

Edited February 13, 2020 by TheTrainer

[EvieTheOne]

You delight me every day with this story ) it's very up my street! And today we got two parts of it!! Pre- Valentines treats!!

[EvieTheOne]

Thank you for sharing ❤️

[TheTrainer]

Part 7: Good girl

 

Baby rode her Daddy slowly, rubbing her nipples as she did. Everything felt right now, her Daddy inside her, her baby bottom plugged and her soft wet cunny filled by Daddy’s big cummie filled cock, she rode faster giving in and making her own creamies all over her Daddy squeezing and gripping him, so proud to have been given this special task to please Daddy and so gleefully ready to show him how much of a good girl she could be. As she bounced up and down making wet cummies all over his shaft Daddy once again praised her “what a good little baby making yourself cream again, Daddy is so proud of you. This both filled her with pride but also made her focus. “Thank you Daddy, I’m trying so hard to make you cummie though, are you close?” She asked, feeling like she wasn’t up to it.

 

Daddy grunted his reply “whenever baby thinks she’s done the perfect job Daddy will make a big sticky mess… baby is in charge of running the house now, remember?” She had gotten so carried away making her own cunny feel good she snapped back to pleasing and teasing her Daddy. “Yes Daddy, baby thinks you’ve almost had enough!” she said with as much confidence as she could muster. She slowed down and repositioned herself again, straddling Daddy now face to face she wanted to milk her Daddy and kiss him at the same time. As she did, she teased him by grinding and stopping, going slow then fast and giggling… he looked at her sternly, she bit her lip and he seemed angry. Before she could say anything Daddy flexed his muscles and the velcro restraints popped off his wrists like paper. 

 

He grabbed his baby girls bottom and looked deeply into her eyes… “is baby ready for cummies again?” she gasped and her started pumping her fast, hard and deep and she began to cum violently on him her mouth open her eyes rolling back in her head he squeezed her cheeks tightly using her cunny like the slick wet hole it was and he showed no signs of slowing as she, for the first time started losing control of her wetness and embarrassed herself by either squirting or wetting herself as he held her in place. She screamed as loud as she had ever screamed, a deep scream for within her soul as Daddy rumbled a roar and his body stiffened beneath her. 

 

She regained enough composure to see his face for a moment, twisted and then she felt the first pulse of his cream inside her. He stopped pumping and held her down on him, shaft fully buried inside her as load after load squirted from him washing her cunny with sticky cream. She started sliding up and down as much as she could and reached down and grabbed his balls, looked him in his eyes and said “make the biggest creamy for baby Daddy”. She worked his balls and shaft as the loads continued, she slid off his throbbing cock as it kept thrusting on it’s own into the air spurting thick heavy white streams of sticky goo all over her. Daddy sat up and held his little girl with her legs spread under him firing off an endless supply all over her body.

 

Her mind so focused, not remembering who she was or where she was only pride that Daddy couldn’t stop making cummies and she had done such a good job. He praised her as his cock covered her entire body and the slippery, sticky sweet cream, she was literally awash with it everywhere. Daddy, his cock still oozing, quickly diapered her. The immediacy of diaper forced her mind back to her role as Daddy laid his body on hers, the 2 of them stuck like glue to one another as he pushed the diaper aside and reinserted himself in her, slowly letting his cock fill her with his milk and burst from the diaper. None of this was real of course but in her mind her Daddy could cream so much and it felt so good she was in ecstasy.

 

“Good baby girl, Daddy’s good girl getting all that sticky googoo from the big peepee” He said, making her blush with humiliation like she had overstepped despite knowing she had done a good job. “Daddy is so proud of his little baby making her own cummies, and playing house with Daddy and showing me what a big diaper girl can do so well, I’m so impressed” He seemed to tease. She blushed again and thanked him, wrapping her legs around him as he slowly pumped her with his semi-hard shaft. Their bodies were hot, sticky and bonded by her accomplishments in a literal and figurative way. She was finally good enough and worthy of genuine praise and love and she loved how it made her feel. 

 

Everything started to go dark around her… the program ended. She woke up, the nano-suit completely soaked with her juices and wetness. She smiled and hugged herself, she knew what she had to do next. She needed a Daddy to share her life with, all she had to do was find a man to put on the nano-suit and the AI would do the rest in creating the perfect Daddy for her... or so she thought...

 

[EvieTheOne]

Ohoooo...the plot thickens! Love it!