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A grisskink member emailed me to ask if I would post this story. I was happy to do so.
Title: Baby Me
Author: Anonymous
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Gil Grissom/Sara Sidle
Kink(s): Infantilism, possible elimination play.
Challenge (if applicable): N/A
Summary: Sara Sidle has a new idea for something fun to do in the bedroom with Grissom. It involves diapers, and a weird Daddy thing.
Author's Note/Warnings: Not light reading. Must have the time, and a love of the kink.
Disclaimer: Do not own CSI anything, Lolita, or anything else mentioned.
Sara leaned her head back into the bathwater, as she shut her eyes. Her hair fanned out in the water, and she held her breath as she stayed under the water for a moment, thinking. Eventually, she required air, and sat up.
I almost became worried that you were going to drown,” said Grissom.
She smiled over at him from the tub. “I was just relaxing.”
He pulled his boxers down and slid into the tub with her. She turned and leaned her back against his chest, lying against him.
She turned her head to look back at him, and he smiled at her before he leaned forward, kissing her lips lightly. Her body was warm and damp against his. He pushed a few wet strands, seemingly darker from the water, out of from around her face.
You appeared to be deep in thought,” he said quietly.
“I was,” she admitted.
“About?” he questioned.
“Sex.”
He licked his lips. What about it?”
Grissom liked when Sara thought of such things. It was nearly always a good thing. Her ideas were always exciting or fulfilling, whether it was sex on his desk, secret blowjobs while someone else was in his office, in the car, or any other assorted play. She now had Gil Grissom’s full attention.
She flushed. “It’s peculiar.”
If you think it will be fun, we’ll give it a try,” he said, kissing her cheek softly. “You indulged me in some of my oddities.”
This is weirder than tying you down and having my way with you though,” she said quietly. She was embarrassed.
He gave her a comforting hug. “I’m willing to try anything with you.”
Her cheeks burned as she looked down into the bathwater. Do you remember the Eiger case?”
"Bruce Eiger?” Grissom asked startled.
Sara nodded.
“What about it?” he questioned, wondering where this was going. He knew exactly what case it was and was a little unsure about this.
Sara was quiet for a moment, debating on whether to let this go, or continue.
“I don’t know how sexually appealing seeing me in diapers would be,” he told her bluntly.
Sara shook her head. “Not you.”
That shook him up. He was used to them being equals in the relationship, or her taking the more assertive role, even though they had switched things up a few times.
She kept still waiting for his reaction.
Just diapers, or what exactly do you want honey?” he questioned, curious.
“You’re thinking about it?” she asked surprised.
“If it seems like something you’d like, of course I am.”
Sara glanced at him, and then looked back at the water, finding it easier to avoid seeing his reactions right away. I’d like you to play daddy. Not a full time thing,” she clarified, “just… I want to be in the role of a little girl for a while.”
Grissom shifted uncomfortably. "This would be sexual?”
"Yeah.”
He sighed. "I don’t know if I can do that. I realize it’s only play, and that you’re an adult, but there’s something wrong in sexualizing children.”
"It wouldn’t be sexualizing children. It would be me dressed as an… an infant. It’s not like you would be hurting anyone,” she told him.
Grissom mulled that over. He still had his doubts over whether he would be comfortable with it. He also wondered exactly where Sara was coming from with this.
“This isn’t a response to your own childhood is it?” he questioned.
“It doesn’t matter if it is or not.”
"Sara, it does matter. Is this a way of coping? I don’t want you putting me in the same place as your father.”
It wouldn’t be the same place,” she objected. “It would be pleasant.”
Grissom thought about it. Sara was sitting on edge as he did.
"So?”
"I’ll give it a try, but if at any point it gets uncomfortable for me, or hits too close to home for you, we have to stop immediately,” said Grissom firmly.
Sara grinned and turned in his arms, kissing him on the lips.
“A baby though?” questioned Grissom, wondering if he could see her as anything sexual like that.
“Maybe four years old,” she said softly.
“Four year olds don’t wear diapers,” said Grissom.
Sara frowned. “I want to have the ability to communicate with you while staying in the role.”
Then you’re a very spoiled four year old that was smart enough to persuade me to let you wear diapers.”
Sara smirked.
"We’d have to go shopping I think, for it to be authentic.”
"I love that you get into everything that you do, and take it so seriously,” said Sara with a smile.
“We even know the perfect store too,” said Grissom
“Are we really going to do this?” Sara asked in a hushed whisper.
Instead of responding directly, Grissom pulled her out of the water, and set her down before wrapping a towel around her. “We’ll go right now if you like.”
Sara blushed. "I’m a little nervous about it actually. I don’t know how to act when buying those sorts of things.”
"The woman there seemed very nice. If you wanted you could dress the part. I don’t think they would mind there, and I could purchase what’s needed.”
Sara thought for a moment. "I don’t think I have any clothes that would work.”
Grissom started drying off. "I think I may have a few ideas. If you’d like to dry off, I’ll figure out something.”
Sara nodded, and started drying as he left the room. She was curious as to what he had in mind. She picked up the blow-dryer, and started on her hair. Before she had finished it, Grissom came back into the room.
Sara looked over to see his outfit choice. It was something she wouldn’t have picked to wear out. A spaghetti strap shirt she knew made her breasts look nearly non-existent, as well as a skirt that came to mid thigh, and had a very bohemian look about it. Both were of a darker green shade. She noticed he had a pair of her lacy panties, but…
"No bra?” she questioned, concerned.
“Four year olds don’t wear bras,” he told her. He was already dressed, in attire he usually reserved for work.
Sara chewed on her lip before taking the clothes from him, and getting dressed. When done, she turned for him.
“Cute,” he said simply, as he looked her over. “Sit down for a moment.”
Sara put the seat down and sat on the toilet.
Grissom grabbed her hairbrush and a set of ponytail holders. "I think high pigtails would be too much.”
He parted her hair and put the pigtails low. He then admired his handiwork.
Sara smiled, and got up to look in the mirror. She bit her lip and blushed. "I like it.”
"You are cute,” he said.
“I don’t look too silly?” she questioned.
“Not at all,” said Grissom.
She smiled and slid on her flip flops. “Let’s go.”
Grissom nodded, and took her hand. They walked to his car before getting in, Grissom taking the driver’s seat. Sara hummed along to the radio while Grissom drove with a smile on his face.
It wasn’t long before they were pulled up at the parking lot of Forever Baby. Grissom sat there for a moment, and looked over at Sara.
“I’m nervous,” she admitted.
“It’ll be fine,” he assured her. He turned the engine off and climbed out of the car. Sara followed suit.
He opened the door, somehow oddly relieved to see the same woman was working.
“Oh, hello there,” she said. “I hope there’s not something bad that’s happened to a customer again.”
"No, this is a pleasant visit,” he said with a smile.
She spotted Sara who was standing slightly behind Grissom and smiled. “And who is this?”
I’m Sara,” she said, smiling.
“Cute. Is this your Daddy?” the woman questioned.
Sara nodded, feeling more than a little awkward about it.
The woman smiled. “What do you two need?”
Grissom thought it over. "Adult diapers. Do you have any in Sara’s size?”
The woman looked her over. "We have some. It’s not often we get little girls. We have a few girly ones though.”
Sara flushed, and looked down feeling more timid than she usually would.
"What kind do you have?” asked Grissom.
“My Little Pony is a popular choice,” said the woman.
Grissom looked at Sara.
“I want Barbie… Daddy,” she told him. She could feel her cheeks burn. My Little Pony wasn’t around when she was little, and she didn’t want to deviate too far from what she was used to.
“Barbie it is, Princess,” he said with a smile. “Do you have Barbie?”
Y"es. How much do you need?”
Just one bag for now,” said Grissom.
The woman retrieved the diapers. “Do you want anything else?”
"I want a bottle Daddy, and a binky,” said Sara quickly.
“Aren’t you too old for your binky, Princess?” Grissom questioned, not sure he could take her seriously with a pacifier in her mouth.
“Please Daddy?” she said, managing a pout.
“Okay honey,” said Grissom. The woman was already retrieving specified items.
“Will that be all?”
"For now,” said Grissom.
“Seventy-five ninety-nine is your total,” she told him.
Sara’s jaw dropped but Grissom didn’t even blink, writing the check.
“Gil, that’s a lot,” she said.
“It’s a specialty store honey,” he said, showing the woman identification and handing her the check.
Sara nodded, still surprised.
“Such a good Daddy. Have fun,” said the woman.
Grissom nodded smiling as he took Sara’s hand and they walked back to the car. Sara sat down and he sat the bag in her lap.
They drove back to the house, and this time Sara spent much of the time looking at their purchases. She opened the package containing the pacifier, and examined it.
“I don’t know how sexy I’m going to find you with that in your mouth,” Grissom commented, glancing over at her.
The next time he glanced over she winked as she licked the tip of her pacifier.
Grissom nearly choked. He hadn’t planned on finding that exciting, but the movements of her tongue intentionally mimicked the same movement she used on his cock. She took the pacifier into her mouth, and sucked on it, eyes wide in mock innocence.
At that point, Grissom kept his eyes firmly on the road.
It wasn’t long before they reached home. Grissom took the bag from her, and they made their way to the bedroom.
“Is it okay that I called you daddy?” she questioned, holding her pacifier.
“Only if it’s all right that I called you princess,” he told her.
Sara beamed. “I’m glad.”
Grissom looked at the diaper and bottle. "How do you want to do this?”
"I need a diaper on, Daddy,” she said. “I don’t want to make a mess of my big girl panties.”
She looked down embarrassed. "Are you okay with this?”
"Anything you want is fine, Sara,” he told her honestly. “Want me to change you?”
She nodded.
"Lay down on the bed then,” he told her.
She did as she was told, lying back, very nervous and excited.
Grissom opened the bag of diapers and pulled out one of them. He slid off her panties. Her hairlessness was no longer just a personal preference, but an enhancement. He was aroused, but not sure that was a good thing.
He opened up the diaper and lifted her hips up, sliding it underneath before doing it up. “There.”
She sat up, and smiled at him, crossing her legs, as if not aware how much the skirt exposed her. Careless, but deliberately so.
"I thirsty Daddy,” she told him, grabbing up her bottle.
Grissom took it from her, and headed to the kitchen, Sara following close behind. He could hear the sound of her diaper crinkling.
“What do you want, Princess?” he asked her.
“Milk,” she said as if that were obvious.
Grissom filled the bottle up and handed it to her.
“Fank yous!” she said.
Grissom winced. “I don’t know if I can do baby talk.”
Sara smiled. "All right Daddy. I’ll talk like a big girl.”
She took the nipple of the bottle into her mouth and suckled on it.
The way her mouth worked intently was oddly arousing to Grissom. He watched her as she drank.
She looked up at him, and moved the bottle away from her lips. I can do anything I want?”
Yes honey,” he told her, not sure why she was asking.
“Goody,” she said with a smile. She continued with her bottle.
Grissom watched her, wondering when she was going to make this elaborate play sexual. His cock had already stirred from watching her mouth.
She finished her milk and dropped the bottle.
“Read me a story Daddy!” she said with a smile.
“All right, go lay down in the bed, and I’ll find one.”
Sara hurried to the bed, adding a little skip to her step. She lay down on her stomach, facing the door, and kicking her feet. One flip flop went flying as she did.
Grissom entered after a moment.
What book?” asked Sara.
“Lolita,” he told her with a smile.
Sara slid her other flip flop off. “What’s it about Daddy?”
A man that loves his little girl very very much,” he told her.
“Oh. Do you love me more than he loves her?” asked Sara, tilting her head to the side.
“I do,” he told her. “But this man touches his little girl special.”
Sara smiled, and wrapped her arms around him. I’m special.”
Very special,” he agreed. “Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta.”
Sara chuckled. “It’s like a tongue twister Daddy. ‘The tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down tip..tap… trap.”
Grissom smiled. "Too grown up a book for you?”
"If Daddy likes it, I like it,” she said, and childishly situating herself in his lap, her rear brushing over his growing erection.
He couldn’t help it. Grissom groaned.
“Daddy okay? You’ve got a bump. Does it hurt?” asked Sara, her eyes wide.
“I’m fine Princess,” he said, struggling to keep his voice level. He wondered briefly if he should’ve told her that it did hurt. If she would offer to kiss it and make it better.
“What is it Daddy?” she questioned, the tone in her voice innocent.
“It’s nothing baby. Daddy just has a bit of a problem,” he told her, his voice shaky.
“There?” asked Sara, running her finger over his jeans.
“Yes, there.”
What is it?” she asked, feeling over it.
“Umm,” he said unsure of what to tell her.
She started to undo his pants, and Grissom could only watch.
“I want to see!” She tugged at his pants.
Grissom pulled them and his boxers down, his cock now exposed.
“It’s different from me,” said Sara looking appreciatively, and unconsciously licking her lips.
“It’s very nice though,” he told her.
“Can I touch it?” she asked curiously.
“If you want to, Princess.”
Sara reached one hand out, and lightly gripped it.
Grissom growled.
"Feel good Daddy? What else feels good?”
"Your mouth,” he murmured.
“My mouth Daddy? What do you want me to do with it?” she questioned. “Kiss it?” She kissed the tip.
“Lick it, suck on it,” he groaned.
“How Daddy?”
Grissom sought to find something a four year old could relate to. "Lick like a doggy does. Or like you do ice cream, or how you suck on a sucker.”
"Lollipop,” she said brightly. “I’ll lick Daddy’s lollipop.”
Grissom moaned. Yess,” he hissed.
Sara licked it from base to tip, before swirling her tongue around the tip. “Salty lollipop.”
"More Princess,” he told her.
Sara smiled. “I make Daddy feel good.”
Grissom felt like a wave of ice washed over him at that statement. "Sara, stop.”
She sat up. "What’s wrong?”
"As amazing as this feels, and how strangely it is I’m getting off on it… That statement stopped me short. It’s too close to the cases we work. This is wrong.”
"Gil, I’m in my 30s. This isn’t wrong,” she told him.
Grissom wanted to let it drop, wanted her mouth back on him. Instead he gritted his teeth. “I don’t want you saying things to me that you could’ve said to your father.”
Sara sighed. "Gil, I’m willing. There’s a difference. Let me, please.”
Grissom nodded slowly.
"Goody!” she said with a smile. She took his tip into her mouth and sucked, brushing her tongue over it.
Grissom struggled not to move. He pressed his lips together, breathing hard.
Sara slid the rest of him into her mouth, bobbing her head up and down. When Grissom started to thrust she pulled back a little, tonguing the head, while wrapping her hand around him and pumping.
“Sara,” he called out, and spilled into her mouth.
She pulled back as if surprised.
Grissom lay back on the bed, and slowly caught his breath. He opened his eyes and looked at her.
He chuckled at the comical expression on her face. She looked surprised, confused, and her face was splattered.
“Messy girl,” he teased.
“Daddy’s mess,” she insisted.
He smiled. “That it is. Going to clean it up anyway, honey?”
Sara licked her lips, and then her hand clean.
Grissom tugged at the sheet and wiped the rest of her face clean with it.
She smiled at him.
"Does my Princess want to feel good too?” he questioned.
Sara looked thoughtful. “I don’t got one of those,” she said simply. She wrapped her arms around him. “Daddy, hold me.”
He lifted her up into his lap, not questioning her. He held her closely.
"I good girl, so I can do anything, right?” she questioned slowly.
“I’ve made this clear Princess. Yes, you can. What is it that you want to do?”
She hugged him tightly.
You don’t have to be embarrassed. I’ve done everything else you’ve wanted,” he told her.
“I know,” she said quietly.
“Then why won’t you tell me?”
"Because,” she said flushing.
He sighed. “All right.”
"You’ll see,” she told him, voice quavering.
“You’re nervous about it,” he stated. It wasn’t a question.
She nodded.
“Don’t be nervous. Just act on it.”
Working on it,” she told him timidly.
He looked at her perplexed.
“Let’s play!” she said enthusiastically.
Grissom nodded. He’d let her work at it on her own. “What do you want to play?”
Can I have a piggy back ride?” she asked.
Grissom nodded, and helped her up. Her laughter made him smile as he walked her around the house.
Their dog just looked at them as they walked past.
“Fun,” she told him.
He smiled. “I’m glad. Hard work on me.”
"Back to bed then,” she said.
Grissom nodded, and took her back to the bed, setting her down.
She smiled and wrapped her arms around him.
He lay down and pulled her so that she was lying on top of him. He smiled at her.
She grinned. Then frowned. “Uh ohs.”
"What’s wrong?” he asked worriedly.
She flushed. “Oopsie, Daddy.”
He became aware that his lower stomach was becoming warmer. He blinked startled.
"You just wet yourself.”
Sara smiled sheepishly. "Still am.”
His jaw dropped and he looked at her flabbergasted.
"You said I could Daddy,” she said, a little worried now.
“I did,” he admitted, though he didn’t know this was what he was agreeing to at the time.
“Daddy mad?” she questioned.
“No. I’d just think it would be uncomfortable for you.”
Sara flushed and shook her head. "It’s warm. Feels nice.”
"Does it feel very nice Princess?” he asked, wondering if she were wet in more ways than one.
She nodded vigorously and rubbed herself against his stomach. “Makes my peepee feel good.”
Grissom licked his lips. He hadn’t expected Sara to wet herself and then grind against him. Although, he hadn’t expected her to willingly don a diaper either. “Want Daddy to make your peepee feel even better?
Sara nodded.
He lifted her off of him, and laid her on the bed. He slid off her shirt, and skirt. “Don’t want your pretty clothes messy, now do we?”
"Nopey.”
Grissom let his hands wander up to her breasts and started fondling them.
"No, Daddy. My peepee,” she told him, with all of the authority of a four year old. She didn’t need foreplay. She was already aroused.
“All right Princess.” He undid her diaper and took in the sight. Her ‘peepee’ as she had called it, as glistening from the wetness. He slid the diaper out from under her and tossed it in the trashcan.
Sara squirmed beneath him, eager to be touched.
Grissom looked down at her for a moment, before reaching a decision. He licked her, from opening to clit.
She moaned softly, hands reaching down to rest in his hair.
Grissom licked each of her lower lips once and paused to admire her pussy. He swallowed hard, before licking around her clit. She wrapped her legs around him, breathing heavily.
He pressed his tongue against her clit, and moved over it, and then in circles. Sara bit her lip, but gasped when he took her clit between his lips and sucked softly.
She cried out when he added his tongue to the mixture, sweeping over as he sucked. Her legs tightened around him as she moaned feeling her climax take hold as he kept brushing his tongue over her clit. She tucked her hips back a bit when she became too sensitive, and he licked around her clit and down, tasting her.
She let her legs fall to the side and she breathed heavy trying to catch her breathe.
“Did you like that, Princess?” he questioned, hands rubbing over her thighs.
“Yes Daddy,” she said breathlessly.
He rested back on the pillows, and pulled her to him, holding her.
“I liked that too,” he said, referring to the whole experience.
She smiled. “I’m glad.”
"I don’t know if it’s the healthiest way to deal with some of your issues, but it is fun,” he remarked.
She smiled and curled up in his arms. “I don’t know how you put up with some of my strange wants.”
"I could say the same to you,” he said with a chuckle.
“I may punish you for that comment later,” she teased.
“You won’t, or I’ll spank you. You’re Daddy’s girl at the moment,” he teased back.
She smiled and sighed softly, shutting her eyes. “I love you.”
Title: Baby Me
Author: Anonymous
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Gil Grissom/Sara Sidle
Kink(s): Infantilism, possible elimination play.
Challenge (if applicable): N/A
Summary: Sara Sidle has a new idea for something fun to do in the bedroom with Grissom. It involves diapers, and a weird Daddy thing.
Author's Note/Warnings: Not light reading. Must have the time, and a love of the kink.
Disclaimer: Do not own CSI anything, Lolita, or anything else mentioned.
Sara leaned her head back into the bathwater, as she shut her eyes. Her hair fanned out in the water, and she held her breath as she stayed under the water for a moment, thinking. Eventually, she required air, and sat up.
I almost became worried that you were going to drown,” said Grissom.
She smiled over at him from the tub. “I was just relaxing.”
He pulled his boxers down and slid into the tub with her. She turned and leaned her back against his chest, lying against him.
She turned her head to look back at him, and he smiled at her before he leaned forward, kissing her lips lightly. Her body was warm and damp against his. He pushed a few wet strands, seemingly darker from the water, out of from around her face.
You appeared to be deep in thought,” he said quietly.
“I was,” she admitted.
“About?” he questioned.
“Sex.”
He licked his lips. What about it?”
Grissom liked when Sara thought of such things. It was nearly always a good thing. Her ideas were always exciting or fulfilling, whether it was sex on his desk, secret blowjobs while someone else was in his office, in the car, or any other assorted play. She now had Gil Grissom’s full attention.
She flushed. “It’s peculiar.”
If you think it will be fun, we’ll give it a try,” he said, kissing her cheek softly. “You indulged me in some of my oddities.”
This is weirder than tying you down and having my way with you though,” she said quietly. She was embarrassed.
He gave her a comforting hug. “I’m willing to try anything with you.”
Her cheeks burned as she looked down into the bathwater. Do you remember the Eiger case?”
"Bruce Eiger?” Grissom asked startled.
Sara nodded.
“What about it?” he questioned, wondering where this was going. He knew exactly what case it was and was a little unsure about this.
Sara was quiet for a moment, debating on whether to let this go, or continue.
“I don’t know how sexually appealing seeing me in diapers would be,” he told her bluntly.
Sara shook her head. “Not you.”
That shook him up. He was used to them being equals in the relationship, or her taking the more assertive role, even though they had switched things up a few times.
She kept still waiting for his reaction.
Just diapers, or what exactly do you want honey?” he questioned, curious.
“You’re thinking about it?” she asked surprised.
“If it seems like something you’d like, of course I am.”
Sara glanced at him, and then looked back at the water, finding it easier to avoid seeing his reactions right away. I’d like you to play daddy. Not a full time thing,” she clarified, “just… I want to be in the role of a little girl for a while.”
Grissom shifted uncomfortably. "This would be sexual?”
"Yeah.”
He sighed. "I don’t know if I can do that. I realize it’s only play, and that you’re an adult, but there’s something wrong in sexualizing children.”
"It wouldn’t be sexualizing children. It would be me dressed as an… an infant. It’s not like you would be hurting anyone,” she told him.
Grissom mulled that over. He still had his doubts over whether he would be comfortable with it. He also wondered exactly where Sara was coming from with this.
“This isn’t a response to your own childhood is it?” he questioned.
“It doesn’t matter if it is or not.”
"Sara, it does matter. Is this a way of coping? I don’t want you putting me in the same place as your father.”
It wouldn’t be the same place,” she objected. “It would be pleasant.”
Grissom thought about it. Sara was sitting on edge as he did.
"So?”
"I’ll give it a try, but if at any point it gets uncomfortable for me, or hits too close to home for you, we have to stop immediately,” said Grissom firmly.
Sara grinned and turned in his arms, kissing him on the lips.
“A baby though?” questioned Grissom, wondering if he could see her as anything sexual like that.
“Maybe four years old,” she said softly.
“Four year olds don’t wear diapers,” said Grissom.
Sara frowned. “I want to have the ability to communicate with you while staying in the role.”
Then you’re a very spoiled four year old that was smart enough to persuade me to let you wear diapers.”
Sara smirked.
"We’d have to go shopping I think, for it to be authentic.”
"I love that you get into everything that you do, and take it so seriously,” said Sara with a smile.
“We even know the perfect store too,” said Grissom
“Are we really going to do this?” Sara asked in a hushed whisper.
Instead of responding directly, Grissom pulled her out of the water, and set her down before wrapping a towel around her. “We’ll go right now if you like.”
Sara blushed. "I’m a little nervous about it actually. I don’t know how to act when buying those sorts of things.”
"The woman there seemed very nice. If you wanted you could dress the part. I don’t think they would mind there, and I could purchase what’s needed.”
Sara thought for a moment. "I don’t think I have any clothes that would work.”
Grissom started drying off. "I think I may have a few ideas. If you’d like to dry off, I’ll figure out something.”
Sara nodded, and started drying as he left the room. She was curious as to what he had in mind. She picked up the blow-dryer, and started on her hair. Before she had finished it, Grissom came back into the room.
Sara looked over to see his outfit choice. It was something she wouldn’t have picked to wear out. A spaghetti strap shirt she knew made her breasts look nearly non-existent, as well as a skirt that came to mid thigh, and had a very bohemian look about it. Both were of a darker green shade. She noticed he had a pair of her lacy panties, but…
"No bra?” she questioned, concerned.
“Four year olds don’t wear bras,” he told her. He was already dressed, in attire he usually reserved for work.
Sara chewed on her lip before taking the clothes from him, and getting dressed. When done, she turned for him.
“Cute,” he said simply, as he looked her over. “Sit down for a moment.”
Sara put the seat down and sat on the toilet.
Grissom grabbed her hairbrush and a set of ponytail holders. "I think high pigtails would be too much.”
He parted her hair and put the pigtails low. He then admired his handiwork.
Sara smiled, and got up to look in the mirror. She bit her lip and blushed. "I like it.”
"You are cute,” he said.
“I don’t look too silly?” she questioned.
“Not at all,” said Grissom.
She smiled and slid on her flip flops. “Let’s go.”
Grissom nodded, and took her hand. They walked to his car before getting in, Grissom taking the driver’s seat. Sara hummed along to the radio while Grissom drove with a smile on his face.
It wasn’t long before they were pulled up at the parking lot of Forever Baby. Grissom sat there for a moment, and looked over at Sara.
“I’m nervous,” she admitted.
“It’ll be fine,” he assured her. He turned the engine off and climbed out of the car. Sara followed suit.
He opened the door, somehow oddly relieved to see the same woman was working.
“Oh, hello there,” she said. “I hope there’s not something bad that’s happened to a customer again.”
"No, this is a pleasant visit,” he said with a smile.
She spotted Sara who was standing slightly behind Grissom and smiled. “And who is this?”
I’m Sara,” she said, smiling.
“Cute. Is this your Daddy?” the woman questioned.
Sara nodded, feeling more than a little awkward about it.
The woman smiled. “What do you two need?”
Grissom thought it over. "Adult diapers. Do you have any in Sara’s size?”
The woman looked her over. "We have some. It’s not often we get little girls. We have a few girly ones though.”
Sara flushed, and looked down feeling more timid than she usually would.
"What kind do you have?” asked Grissom.
“My Little Pony is a popular choice,” said the woman.
Grissom looked at Sara.
“I want Barbie… Daddy,” she told him. She could feel her cheeks burn. My Little Pony wasn’t around when she was little, and she didn’t want to deviate too far from what she was used to.
“Barbie it is, Princess,” he said with a smile. “Do you have Barbie?”
Y"es. How much do you need?”
Just one bag for now,” said Grissom.
The woman retrieved the diapers. “Do you want anything else?”
"I want a bottle Daddy, and a binky,” said Sara quickly.
“Aren’t you too old for your binky, Princess?” Grissom questioned, not sure he could take her seriously with a pacifier in her mouth.
“Please Daddy?” she said, managing a pout.
“Okay honey,” said Grissom. The woman was already retrieving specified items.
“Will that be all?”
"For now,” said Grissom.
“Seventy-five ninety-nine is your total,” she told him.
Sara’s jaw dropped but Grissom didn’t even blink, writing the check.
“Gil, that’s a lot,” she said.
“It’s a specialty store honey,” he said, showing the woman identification and handing her the check.
Sara nodded, still surprised.
“Such a good Daddy. Have fun,” said the woman.
Grissom nodded smiling as he took Sara’s hand and they walked back to the car. Sara sat down and he sat the bag in her lap.
They drove back to the house, and this time Sara spent much of the time looking at their purchases. She opened the package containing the pacifier, and examined it.
“I don’t know how sexy I’m going to find you with that in your mouth,” Grissom commented, glancing over at her.
The next time he glanced over she winked as she licked the tip of her pacifier.
Grissom nearly choked. He hadn’t planned on finding that exciting, but the movements of her tongue intentionally mimicked the same movement she used on his cock. She took the pacifier into her mouth, and sucked on it, eyes wide in mock innocence.
At that point, Grissom kept his eyes firmly on the road.
It wasn’t long before they reached home. Grissom took the bag from her, and they made their way to the bedroom.
“Is it okay that I called you daddy?” she questioned, holding her pacifier.
“Only if it’s all right that I called you princess,” he told her.
Sara beamed. “I’m glad.”
Grissom looked at the diaper and bottle. "How do you want to do this?”
"I need a diaper on, Daddy,” she said. “I don’t want to make a mess of my big girl panties.”
She looked down embarrassed. "Are you okay with this?”
"Anything you want is fine, Sara,” he told her honestly. “Want me to change you?”
She nodded.
"Lay down on the bed then,” he told her.
She did as she was told, lying back, very nervous and excited.
Grissom opened the bag of diapers and pulled out one of them. He slid off her panties. Her hairlessness was no longer just a personal preference, but an enhancement. He was aroused, but not sure that was a good thing.
He opened up the diaper and lifted her hips up, sliding it underneath before doing it up. “There.”
She sat up, and smiled at him, crossing her legs, as if not aware how much the skirt exposed her. Careless, but deliberately so.
"I thirsty Daddy,” she told him, grabbing up her bottle.
Grissom took it from her, and headed to the kitchen, Sara following close behind. He could hear the sound of her diaper crinkling.
“What do you want, Princess?” he asked her.
“Milk,” she said as if that were obvious.
Grissom filled the bottle up and handed it to her.
“Fank yous!” she said.
Grissom winced. “I don’t know if I can do baby talk.”
Sara smiled. "All right Daddy. I’ll talk like a big girl.”
She took the nipple of the bottle into her mouth and suckled on it.
The way her mouth worked intently was oddly arousing to Grissom. He watched her as she drank.
She looked up at him, and moved the bottle away from her lips. I can do anything I want?”
Yes honey,” he told her, not sure why she was asking.
“Goody,” she said with a smile. She continued with her bottle.
Grissom watched her, wondering when she was going to make this elaborate play sexual. His cock had already stirred from watching her mouth.
She finished her milk and dropped the bottle.
“Read me a story Daddy!” she said with a smile.
“All right, go lay down in the bed, and I’ll find one.”
Sara hurried to the bed, adding a little skip to her step. She lay down on her stomach, facing the door, and kicking her feet. One flip flop went flying as she did.
Grissom entered after a moment.
What book?” asked Sara.
“Lolita,” he told her with a smile.
Sara slid her other flip flop off. “What’s it about Daddy?”
A man that loves his little girl very very much,” he told her.
“Oh. Do you love me more than he loves her?” asked Sara, tilting her head to the side.
“I do,” he told her. “But this man touches his little girl special.”
Sara smiled, and wrapped her arms around him. I’m special.”
Very special,” he agreed. “Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta.”
Sara chuckled. “It’s like a tongue twister Daddy. ‘The tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down tip..tap… trap.”
Grissom smiled. "Too grown up a book for you?”
"If Daddy likes it, I like it,” she said, and childishly situating herself in his lap, her rear brushing over his growing erection.
He couldn’t help it. Grissom groaned.
“Daddy okay? You’ve got a bump. Does it hurt?” asked Sara, her eyes wide.
“I’m fine Princess,” he said, struggling to keep his voice level. He wondered briefly if he should’ve told her that it did hurt. If she would offer to kiss it and make it better.
“What is it Daddy?” she questioned, the tone in her voice innocent.
“It’s nothing baby. Daddy just has a bit of a problem,” he told her, his voice shaky.
“There?” asked Sara, running her finger over his jeans.
“Yes, there.”
What is it?” she asked, feeling over it.
“Umm,” he said unsure of what to tell her.
She started to undo his pants, and Grissom could only watch.
“I want to see!” She tugged at his pants.
Grissom pulled them and his boxers down, his cock now exposed.
“It’s different from me,” said Sara looking appreciatively, and unconsciously licking her lips.
“It’s very nice though,” he told her.
“Can I touch it?” she asked curiously.
“If you want to, Princess.”
Sara reached one hand out, and lightly gripped it.
Grissom growled.
"Feel good Daddy? What else feels good?”
"Your mouth,” he murmured.
“My mouth Daddy? What do you want me to do with it?” she questioned. “Kiss it?” She kissed the tip.
“Lick it, suck on it,” he groaned.
“How Daddy?”
Grissom sought to find something a four year old could relate to. "Lick like a doggy does. Or like you do ice cream, or how you suck on a sucker.”
"Lollipop,” she said brightly. “I’ll lick Daddy’s lollipop.”
Grissom moaned. Yess,” he hissed.
Sara licked it from base to tip, before swirling her tongue around the tip. “Salty lollipop.”
"More Princess,” he told her.
Sara smiled. “I make Daddy feel good.”
Grissom felt like a wave of ice washed over him at that statement. "Sara, stop.”
She sat up. "What’s wrong?”
"As amazing as this feels, and how strangely it is I’m getting off on it… That statement stopped me short. It’s too close to the cases we work. This is wrong.”
"Gil, I’m in my 30s. This isn’t wrong,” she told him.
Grissom wanted to let it drop, wanted her mouth back on him. Instead he gritted his teeth. “I don’t want you saying things to me that you could’ve said to your father.”
Sara sighed. "Gil, I’m willing. There’s a difference. Let me, please.”
Grissom nodded slowly.
"Goody!” she said with a smile. She took his tip into her mouth and sucked, brushing her tongue over it.
Grissom struggled not to move. He pressed his lips together, breathing hard.
Sara slid the rest of him into her mouth, bobbing her head up and down. When Grissom started to thrust she pulled back a little, tonguing the head, while wrapping her hand around him and pumping.
“Sara,” he called out, and spilled into her mouth.
She pulled back as if surprised.
Grissom lay back on the bed, and slowly caught his breath. He opened his eyes and looked at her.
He chuckled at the comical expression on her face. She looked surprised, confused, and her face was splattered.
“Messy girl,” he teased.
“Daddy’s mess,” she insisted.
He smiled. “That it is. Going to clean it up anyway, honey?”
Sara licked her lips, and then her hand clean.
Grissom tugged at the sheet and wiped the rest of her face clean with it.
She smiled at him.
"Does my Princess want to feel good too?” he questioned.
Sara looked thoughtful. “I don’t got one of those,” she said simply. She wrapped her arms around him. “Daddy, hold me.”
He lifted her up into his lap, not questioning her. He held her closely.
"I good girl, so I can do anything, right?” she questioned slowly.
“I’ve made this clear Princess. Yes, you can. What is it that you want to do?”
She hugged him tightly.
You don’t have to be embarrassed. I’ve done everything else you’ve wanted,” he told her.
“I know,” she said quietly.
“Then why won’t you tell me?”
"Because,” she said flushing.
He sighed. “All right.”
"You’ll see,” she told him, voice quavering.
“You’re nervous about it,” he stated. It wasn’t a question.
She nodded.
“Don’t be nervous. Just act on it.”
Working on it,” she told him timidly.
He looked at her perplexed.
“Let’s play!” she said enthusiastically.
Grissom nodded. He’d let her work at it on her own. “What do you want to play?”
Can I have a piggy back ride?” she asked.
Grissom nodded, and helped her up. Her laughter made him smile as he walked her around the house.
Their dog just looked at them as they walked past.
“Fun,” she told him.
He smiled. “I’m glad. Hard work on me.”
"Back to bed then,” she said.
Grissom nodded, and took her back to the bed, setting her down.
She smiled and wrapped her arms around him.
He lay down and pulled her so that she was lying on top of him. He smiled at her.
She grinned. Then frowned. “Uh ohs.”
"What’s wrong?” he asked worriedly.
She flushed. “Oopsie, Daddy.”
He became aware that his lower stomach was becoming warmer. He blinked startled.
"You just wet yourself.”
Sara smiled sheepishly. "Still am.”
His jaw dropped and he looked at her flabbergasted.
"You said I could Daddy,” she said, a little worried now.
“I did,” he admitted, though he didn’t know this was what he was agreeing to at the time.
“Daddy mad?” she questioned.
“No. I’d just think it would be uncomfortable for you.”
Sara flushed and shook her head. "It’s warm. Feels nice.”
"Does it feel very nice Princess?” he asked, wondering if she were wet in more ways than one.
She nodded vigorously and rubbed herself against his stomach. “Makes my peepee feel good.”
Grissom licked his lips. He hadn’t expected Sara to wet herself and then grind against him. Although, he hadn’t expected her to willingly don a diaper either. “Want Daddy to make your peepee feel even better?
Sara nodded.
He lifted her off of him, and laid her on the bed. He slid off her shirt, and skirt. “Don’t want your pretty clothes messy, now do we?”
"Nopey.”
Grissom let his hands wander up to her breasts and started fondling them.
"No, Daddy. My peepee,” she told him, with all of the authority of a four year old. She didn’t need foreplay. She was already aroused.
“All right Princess.” He undid her diaper and took in the sight. Her ‘peepee’ as she had called it, as glistening from the wetness. He slid the diaper out from under her and tossed it in the trashcan.
Sara squirmed beneath him, eager to be touched.
Grissom looked down at her for a moment, before reaching a decision. He licked her, from opening to clit.
She moaned softly, hands reaching down to rest in his hair.
Grissom licked each of her lower lips once and paused to admire her pussy. He swallowed hard, before licking around her clit. She wrapped her legs around him, breathing heavily.
He pressed his tongue against her clit, and moved over it, and then in circles. Sara bit her lip, but gasped when he took her clit between his lips and sucked softly.
She cried out when he added his tongue to the mixture, sweeping over as he sucked. Her legs tightened around him as she moaned feeling her climax take hold as he kept brushing his tongue over her clit. She tucked her hips back a bit when she became too sensitive, and he licked around her clit and down, tasting her.
She let her legs fall to the side and she breathed heavy trying to catch her breathe.
“Did you like that, Princess?” he questioned, hands rubbing over her thighs.
“Yes Daddy,” she said breathlessly.
He rested back on the pillows, and pulled her to him, holding her.
“I liked that too,” he said, referring to the whole experience.
She smiled. “I’m glad.”
"I don’t know if it’s the healthiest way to deal with some of your issues, but it is fun,” he remarked.
She smiled and curled up in his arms. “I don’t know how you put up with some of my strange wants.”
"I could say the same to you,” he said with a chuckle.
“I may punish you for that comment later,” she teased.
“You won’t, or I’ll spank you. You’re Daddy’s girl at the moment,” he teased back.
She smiled and sighed softly, shutting her eyes. “I love you.”