Full Submission, Chapter One

“Here you go, cutie,” Jeff said, handing his long-time girlfriend Charlotte her glass of wine. He flopped down next to her on the blow-up air mattress, then draped an arm over her shoulders, idly playing with the tips of her long brown hair between his fingers. He’d just cracked open their second bottle of wine and they were already feeling the effects of the wine quite strongly. “We’ve got a long day ahead of us tomorrow.” He held up his glass, then tapped it against Charlotte’s. “To our brand new house, to us, and to our beautiful relationship.”

“Heh, yeah!” she said. They both took a few small sips, then Charlotte started fidgeting as she swirled the contents of her glass around. “Honey… since we’re about to start a new chapter in our life, there’s something I want to talk to you about, something… personal.”

“Oh?” Jeff cocked an eyebrow as he snuck a glance at her. Gone was her lovely smile, replaced by a look of hesitation. “You know you can tell me anything, so what’s got you all nervous?” he asked, playfully nudging her with his shoulder.

“It’s, um…” Charlotte blushed furiously, unable to look him in the face. With their lives moving forward, she had thought long and hard about revealing her deepest, darkest fetish in recent days. She feared losing the love of her life, but she’d kept her fetish hidden away from him for so long that her desires to be diapered and treated like a princess were nearly bursting at the seams. And now, with a brand new empty house just waiting to be furnished, she’d dreamed of turning one of the rooms into a nursery and living a life in diapers.

Her dreams could never come to fruition until she told him, so she figured that now was her only chance to admit her truest desires. Her eyes eventually settled on her glass of liquid courage, so without a second thought, she drained her glass and held it up for him. “Can you pour me another glass, please? I think we’re gonna need it.”

“Yeah, sure…” Jeff shot her an odd look as he drained his glass as well. He grabbed hers and pushed himself up off of the air mattress and disappeared into the kitchen.

“Actually, bring the bottle!” Charlotte yelled after him, followed by a nervous giggle. “We’re gonna need it!”

“Okay!” Jeff yelled back from the kitchen. He walked back into the living room, holding their glasses one in each hand with the half-empty bottle pinned to his chest with his left arm. “Can you grab the bottle?” he asked, leaning down just far enough for her to grab it. He placed their glasses on the ground next to them, sat down next to her, then grabbed the glasses again.

Charlotte gratefully accepted hers and took a small sip. “We should drink the good stuff more often,” she idly said, saying whatever she could to delay the inevitable. 

“Well, since I sold my tech company, we can actually fit the good stuff into the budget; within reason, of course. I could definitely get used to this,” he said, swirling his wine around in the glass before taking another sip. “So tell me… what’s on your mind?” he softly asked.

“Well… you know how we were talking about our naughty fantasies and fetishes the last time we got drunk?” Charlotte asked. “There’s something I held back; it’s… it’s something I’ve wanted to do for so, so long.”

“Oh?” Jeff laughed as he let his head come to rest on top of hers. “There’s something I didn’t tell you as well.”

Charlotte’s breath caught in her throat. “R-Really? You go first; I’m still really nervous about what you’d think of me. I wanna see if we share the same fetish.” 

“Haha, nah; you brought it up, so you go first.”

Charlotte rolled her eyes. “Fine… you promise not to judge me? I’m…” She glanced away, her shoulders slumping as she feared the worst: losing her love over a fetish. 

“Hey…” Jeff draped his arm over her shoulders again and held her tightly, feeling her body twitch from her nervousness. He laid a gentle kiss on her head and said, “Nothing you could ever say would make me leave you if that’s what you’re worried about, so let’s be perfectly honest and open with each other.” He grabbed the bottle of wine and refilled Charlotte’s glass, then his own. “Deal?” he asked, holding up his glass.

Charlotte stared at her glass, then clinked it against Jeff’s. “Deal.” She stayed silent for several seconds, wondering how she could admit her deepest fantasy to him, though her thoughts were interrupted when he cleared his throat.

“Want me to start? You gotta promise me that you’ll tell me what you’re secretly into afterwards, though,” Jeff offered.

“S-Sure, go ahead,” she said, wondering what he had in store for her.

“Well… I’ve always found it hot when someone gives up complete control to their lover. I’ve always been into BDSM, but I guess I never really found the right moment to bring it up in bed. I don’t mean this as an insult, but you’re kinda vanilla and I think it would be really cool if we could experiment with some things.” Jeff took a deep, shuddering breath and let it out slowly. “So… yeah,” he lamely said as he shrugged. “I just really like the idea of being dominant over someone, and then caring for them after the session is over. I’ve heard that the aftercare part of the night is such a bonding experience for couples, too. It basically means that I tend to your every need for an hour or so. Snuggles, drinks, blankets; anything you want, I’d do for you.”

Oh wow… she thought, her heart beating faster in her chest. “You know, I’m really not as vanilla as you might think,” Charlotte murmured. “And to be honest, I always had a hunch you were into that kind of stuff. You always tend to take the lead in bed, after all.”

“Yeah…” Jeff scratched the back of his neck, then took a small sip. “So… about your little secret?”

Charlotte froze. She had made a deal with him after all, and since he had placed all his cards on the table, it was now her turn. She took a few deep breaths to calm her nerves, squeezed her eyes shut, then uttered the words that would permanently change her life, for better or for worse. “I love wearing diapers!” she squeaked out. Charlotte squeezed her eyes shut and listened intently, afraid to look up and see his reaction. She heard nothing after several seconds; no laughs, giggles or scoffs, though her worries grew in her heart.

“That’s it? That’s what’s got you so worked up?” he softly asked. 

“...Mhm.” Charlotte slowly nodded.

“Okay. Why do you like wearing diapers? Do you use them, too?” When she stayed silent, he gently placed his hand on her chin and guided her to look up into his eyes. “I love you, Charlotte, I really do,” he said earnestly with an honest, loving smile. “I’m not disgusted by your fetish; in fact, I’m rather curious to know more.” He let his hand come to rest on top of hers, then felt her tightly squeeze his hand.

Charlotte’s heart beat faster than ever before. She nodded twice, then drained her glass in two big gulps; she’d spent ages working on a speech explaining her feelings and desires, but all of her well-laid plans fell to the wayside as she gazed into his reassuring eyes. “Um…” She giggled, a mixture of her worries being wiped away combined with the alcohol giving her the confidence she desperately needed to expose her heart’s desires to him.

“What, do you need more wine?” he coyly asked, rocking the bottle back and forth between them.

“Heck yes.” Charlotte drained the last few drops from her glass, then let him fill it back up for her. “So… yeah. Diapers… I can’t keep my mind off of them, and the longer I go without them, the harder it is to resist the urge to buy more. Whenever you go on work trips, I’d have a pack of diapers shipped here by the next day, and I’d wear them the entire time that you’re gone. I love how they fit, how they feel, and how they make me feel, too. And sometimes I…” She took a big gulp from her glass. “And sometimes I imagine you being my Daddy and just… ya know, taking care of me, I guess? I’ve read so many stories online about other couples doing this, and it just feels right. I already love us and our relationship, but…”

“You think it could be better if we integrated diapers into our naughty time?” he asked, finishing her sentence.

“Exactly!” she said, getting rather excited. 

“Do you have any diapers here? I'll do my best to put you in one, though I’m sure I’ll get better with practice.”

“No…” Her shoulders slumped as her smile faltered. “I was hoping that we could make it a long-term thing. The idea of actually needing diapers gets me really worked up, and since you aren’t totally disgusted by my fetish… do you think we could give it a try?” she hopefully asked.

“Yeah, I think we can. So you say it really turns you on?” he asked, cocking an eyebrow.

Charlotte giggled. “You have no idea…” she murmured, taking his hand in hers. She pulled it under her skirt and pulled aside her panties for him, then pressed his fingers against her slit. “And now you do.”

“Geez, you’re soaking wet! Maybe you do need diapers if you get this horny; you definitely need to change out of those panties,” he said, shooting a sly grin at her as he slipped a single finger past her folds. He gently worked his finger back and forth, his smile deepening as she started to buck her hips against his hand, though he withdrew his finger after a few seconds.

“W-Why’d you stop?” she demanded. 

“Because we need to order you some diapers, cutie pie,” he said as he pulled out his phone. “Would you like that?” He licked his finger clean of her juices, his eyes never leaving hers. “You said you don’t have any, and with the state of your panties, I think you’re gonna need them.”

Her eyes went as wide as dinner plates. “I’d love that…” she breathlessly said.

“I do have a condition, though. If I buy you lots of diapers, you’re going to have to give up your panties and let me destroy them. Can’t have you having second thoughts if I’m going to spend a lot of money, after all.”

“Deal!” she blurted out.

“Excellent… so what diapers do you like the most?”

Charlotte rattled off as many premium diaper brands that she could think of, watching as the love of her life added two cases of each into the shopping cart, though before he hit the purchase button, he set his phone to the side and sipped on his wine.

“Before I spend almost a thousand dollars on diapers, I think we need to come to a little arrangement. I’m more than willing to indulge in your fetish if you will indulge in mine, though I think I already know your answer.”

Charlotte nodded and squirmed in place, feeling heat radiate from her core. “Okay! How about we mix our two fetishes together and make it our new lifestyle? We are going to have a big house alone to ourselves, so we should go all out. If you want, I can be your little girl and you can be my daddy; you’d be in control of everything. I wouldn’t be allowed to change my diaper, pick my outfit for the day, and a whole lot more,” she said, her eyes growing wide with excitement at the thought of finally being able to live out her fetish. “You’d be in charge of that.”

“That sounds lovely, but let’s take it up a notch. You said you get really turned on by the idea of needing diapers? Like being unable to control your bladder?” Charlotte nodded vehemently. “Then let’s make it happen. I can call our doctor tomorrow and get some recommendations on who to contact to make you lose control of your bladder. I’ll change all your diapers and make sure that you are fully taken care of; you’ll be my little girl in every sense of the word.” Jeff took a deep breath, then grinned as he drank some more wine. “And in return, I’ll bestow upon you pleasures that you cannot imagine.” 

“That sounds awesome!” Charlotte exclaimed as she threw her arms around his neck, spilling her wine all over the place. She squeezed as hard as she could, then pulled back just enough to plant a sloppy kiss on his lips. Unable to keep herself from moaning softly, she let her right hand come to rest on his crotch. She felt him pause, so she pulled back, a small string of saliva connecting their lips before it snapped. “What’s up?” she cautiously asked, her hand still resting on his crotch.

Jeff grabbed his phone and held it up in front of her. “Press the button if you wish to commit,” he said.

Charlotte shivered upon hearing his words. His tone was deep and commanding, though while it was gentle, she knew she only had one option, one chance to make her dreams real. She looked up into his eyes, looked back down at the phone, then pressed the button.

“Good girl,” he purred, his smile deepening as she started rubbing his crotch.

She undid his button and pulled the zipper down, then once his length was free from his underwear, she wrapped her fingers around his cock. “I think you deserve a little reward, Daddy…” she murmured, feeling his cock twitch and grow harder at her words as she slowly stroked him up and down. She set her wine glass down and bent over, her hot breath teasing his cock. “And your naughty little girl knows just the way to make you happy…”