Author’s note: although this story is published under BDSM, it describes a DD/lg roleplay with heavy infantilization and mere undertones of D/s. This is my first story, I hope you enjoy.

Emma peeled herself from Steven’s body and turned to stare at him, unsure of what to make of his question. He paused their movie just as the male lead pushed his female counterpart into a wall. The actors had been kissing feverishly, pressing their bodies into each other and moaning, and the now stilled screen denied an insistent hand from finding its destination between a pair of long, spread legs.

“Do you need me to repeat the question, Emma?” he asked her in a soft voice that she wasn’t sure she’d heard before.

He tucked a strand of fallen hair behind her ear and followed her jawline with the backs of his curled fingers. Her eyes were boring into his, trying to read his mind, searching for a script.

“I asked how this part of the movie is making you feel.”

So she had heard him correctly, but it seemed like a stupid, cheap question if he was trying to be sexy. It was a run-of-the-mill sex scene, nothing she hadn’t seen a thousand times. Her brows furrowed in wondered before she smiled dubiously at him. “Um… I’m not–“

Steven cut her off. “It’s okay, you know. It’s okay if you’re having feelings you don’t understand. It’s normal to feel aroused when you watch two people touch each other like that. Do you know what I mean by ‘aroused’, Emma?”

All at once she understood his play and flushed a deep shade of red. Her ears felt hot and her heartbeat was suddenly very set on making itself known, visibly and audibly, throughout each part of her body.

“You don’t have to be embarrassed,” he continued with that same strange, patient voice. “You can just nod your head yes or no for now. Do you know what ‘aroused’ means?”

Emma hesitated. She was at a loss for an answer; she felt silly and yes, a little aroused from shock, but she was not aroused enough to play along. The suspension of disbelief was too much. She opened her mouth to speak and closed it again, and then erupted into nervous laughter.

“I– come on.” She pleaded with a droop in her shoulders, letting herself fall back down defeatedly. She was now lying in a prone position, her chin resting on his lap and eyes looking up into his.

Steven didn’t laugh as he looked down at her and stroked her hair. “If you can’t be a big girl and talk about big girl feelings, then you’re not enough of a big girl to watch this movie. And that’s okay, but I can’t let you watch it unless we have a discussion about it. Would you rather wash up and go to bed?”

He stared at her expectantly, unsmiling, and she pulled herself back up and stared back. Searching his face, she realized he was serious. A standoff. Very slightly she shook her head no.

“You want to stay and talk like a big girl so we can finish the movie?”

A nod yes.

“Do you know daddy cares about you, Emma?”

A sharp inhale. Another nod yes.

“Do you know we’re having an adult discussion now and you’re going to have to hear daddy say some adult things that you have to take seriously?”

Emma stared at the floor and nodded yes again. The mood changed; it somehow didn’t seem funny or ludicrous anymore. Steven’s words pulled at a dark, forbidden place in her psyche that was vying for release, and winning formidably over the initial embarrassment.

“Good. Now look at the screen.” Steven instructed her. He unpaused the movie, and they both watched as the man’s hand continued its journey into the woman’s underwear and pushed upward as she gasped into his mouth.

Pause.

“Do you know where he’s touching her, baby?”

Emma bit her cheeks, trying to jog her brain into gear so she could make a choice. After a beat she nodded, and pointed almost obtusely between her own legs.

“That’s right, baby.” Steven smiled encouragingly. “He’s touching her private parts. Her girl parts. Her vagina.”

Emma flushed again and her eyes glazed over with excitement, looking wild. He chuckled a little. He knew he had her then. Funny what a little clinical talk could do.

“Since we’re having a big girl discussion we’re going to use big girl words. Has anyone ever touched your vagina, baby?”

Another beat and another choice. Emma shook her head no.

Steven sighed warmly and smiled at her malleability. “You’re a good girl, of course no one has touched you there. But you’re becoming a big girl, so you are going to start to feel urges. You’re going to start having strong, tender feelings in your abdomen and private parts when you watch things like this, or when someone touches you a certain way.” He used his thumb to stroke her cheek tenderly, then deftly drew a delicate, tickling line from her jaw down to her right nipple. He gave it a gentle squeeze, eliciting a small whimper.

“When you have those feelings, you’re ‘aroused’, and it’s completely normal. It’s completely normal to feel like you want to be touched like a big girl. But if that ever happens, it’s very important it’s with a person you trust. Does that make any sense, Emma?”

She shrugged, her breathing shallow. “Maybe. Yes.”

She steadied herself. “Like sometimes I feel really sore between my legs and I rub my pillow on my privates to make it feel better. I guess then I would want to be touched. But I don’t like the mess it makes in my panties when it happens.”

“That’s called masturbation, Emma. You masturbate with your pillow. You rub your little clitoris on your pillow until your vagina is lubricated, is that right? I’m going to tell you all about it. Tell you how normal it is.” Emma mirrored the adumbration of hungry lust that bloomed on Steven’s face as he spoke. “Do you think you can show daddy where your clitoris is, or do you need him to help you?”

With a breathy exhale that might have been a moan, Emma slowly parted her knees and revealed the damped crotch of her underwear, a royal purple inkblot amidst lavender cotton. The wetness formed the material to her, creating a vulgar, puffy contour of her pussy, and she pointed at the raised little mound between the outlines of her labia. “There.” She whispered as she looked down at her panties. “That’s what I rub on the pillow. My clitoris. But I’m already messy and I haven’t rubbed it.”

As if to make up for it, Emma brushed her clit over the cloth and let out a feeble whine of pleasure.

Steven laughed, almost mockingly. “That’s right, baby. That’s your clitoris. I can tell how sensitive it is right now. And there are other ways of making it feel good without molesting your pillow, but let’s talk about your messy panties first.” He so badly wanted to free his throbbing cock and stroke it, but he didn’t want to break the illusion. Not yet. He groaned and adjusted himself.

Emma was staring at herself between her legs with her tee shirt pulled up. She had begun rocking back and forth, trying to build friction between her covered clit and the couch. Steven unpaused the movie yet again and gestured at the screen. When she didn’t look up from her desperate undulation, he slapped her inner thigh.

“You can be aroused without being a frenzied slut.” He told her firmly. “Look at the movie so daddy can teach you, or get the fuck up off the couch and go to bed.”

Muttering a bewildered apology, Emma immediately let her shirt fall over her legs again. Flustered and agonized, she turned her attention to the screen.

The man was finger fucking the woman against the wall while she clawed at his back, but with a few swift movements his pants were down (covered tastefully by his dress shirt) and her dress had been hiked up. He was fucking her hard, holding her ass with one hand and shoving the fingers of the other hand down her throat while she moaned exaggeratedly. Emma had let her legs fall open then closed them again, and she repeated this motion like some obscene butterfly, half flapping, half humping at nothing as her hips jerked.

Steven’s voice was thick and low as he watched her fruitless movements. “That’s why you have to make a big mess, baby.” He pointed at woman being mercilessly fucked on the screen. “Because when the time comes, a man is going to put his penis inside of you and you’re going to want lubrication for that. It’s your body helping you. That’s why you need to wet your panties.”

Emma’s face was almost unrecognizable as she lost herself in wanton anguish and rolled her pelvis, grabbing at her little mound. “Daddy can I… I feel… I want to–“

“Shh…” Steven cooed, gently removing her hands from between her legs and smiling as she groaned in frustration. “I know you’re needy, babygirl. Daddy knows you need relief. He just has a few more things to show you, and then he’ll give you a special reward for listening like such a good girl, okay?”

She nodded dutifully, but her poor face was sweaty and red.

Steven adjusted his cock so that it tented his pajama pants. “This is what happens when daddy gets excited. Just like your girl parts get swollen and wet, daddy’s man part– his penis — gets hard and stiff, so it can go inside a vagina. They help each other out, see? They make each other feel really good.” Steven finally freed his cock, feeling as if he might explode if he didn’t. He stroked it a few times, letting her watch hungrily as he spread his precum over the tip.

“Let daddy see your pussy, baby. Take off your panties.” She did, swiftly and desperately. Then laid back with her legs wide open. Her puffy labia spread, showing off her erect clit and her ready, open hole. His cock jumped.

“This isn’t going to be like humping your pillow, baby. Daddy is going to touch you now. Daddy’s going to show you how to play with your pussy and make yourself feel really good. Are you ready for that?”

Emma nodded frantically. “Please, please show me how, daddy.”

“Show you how to what, baby? Use your words better.”

“How to play with my clit, daddy. My pussy. My vagina. How to make myself feel good. How to get ready for a penis.” The words tumbled out like she couldn’t say them fast enough, and she was clawing at her shirt.

Steven moved over her like a predator over its prey, positioning himself between her legs.