eating two bites of carrot. Gross. I still don’t like them.
He leads me to the same armchair in the living room after we load the dishwasher, and I’m glad he pulls me into his lap again. I love sitting on his lap. I love it when he has his arms around me.
“More questions, sweet girl?” he prompts. “I could see the wheels turning during dinner.”
“How many people do you know who live as Daddies and littles?”
“There are dozens who are members of Surrender. Some of them I’m fairly well acquainted with. If I had my own little, I would know them better.” He smiles.
“Oh.” He means me. If I were his then we would have a social circle that included other people in this lifestyle.
He runs his hand up and down my thigh and I squirm on his lap. “So, it’s not weird that I get…um…horny when I’m submitting to you like this?”
He shakes his head. “Not at all. I’m glad to hear it.” His hand runs up over my butt, teasing the edge of my panties.
I suck in a breath, wetness instantly leaking out of me. “You’re teasing me.”
“Mm-hmm. Sit still, sweetie.”
I try, but it’s hard. “That makes it worse.”
He winks. “Now, you’re catching on.”
I squeeze my thighs together and draw my arms in close to my chest. “Do other little girls dress like this? Is that why you bought me these dresses?”
“There are so many kinds of littles. Some prefer younger ages and some prefer older ages. Usually, girls that enjoy the ages of twelve to sixteen are called middles. So, to answer your question, they dress in all ages of clothing. Some even like to be infants. They might take a bottle and wear diapers.”
I squish up my face. “I wouldn’t like that.”
“Neither would I.” He smiles.
“Do they live like this all the time?”
“Again, preferences. Daddies and littles have to talk things out and reevaluate often. Make sure both their needs are being met. Some littles remain that way twenty-four-seven. Others have designated hours when they play. Some have regular jobs and leave the house as adults. Others do not.”
“What kind of little was Collette?” I ask, hoping he doesn’t mind talking about her. He hasn’t indicated that it bothers him.
He takes a breath and seems to be thinking about how much he wants to tell me. “She was a full-time little at first. When she moved in with me, she rarely broke from the lifestyle. But over time, we started to clash. Eventually, we were always fighting, and then I got this job in Seattle. She stayed behind because she didn’t want to work things out.”
I swallow. “So, you want your little girl to be full-time?” The idea makes me nervous. I’m enjoying this, but could I do it forever? It’s hard to imagine. It sounds like Collette didn’t want to be his full-time little girl.
He leans his forehead against mine and holds my gaze. “Yes, sweetie. I really would like to have a full-time little. I’m flexible about her having a job outside of the home, but I want to find a little girl who craves the lifestyle as much as I do and is willing to consider our entire home her little space.”
His expression is so serious. He’s watching me closely.
I lick my lips but can’t think of how to respond.
“I’m not so rigid that I expect my submissive to leave the house dressed outwardly as a little. I get that it can be very private. If she wants to work or needs to go to the store or something, I would grant her permission to dress in appropriate attire, but I would expect her to change her clothes and her mindset as soon as she gets back home. Does that make sense?”
“I think so,” I murmur.
“Most Doms have some sort of relationship in which their submissive spends an agreed-upon amount of time turning their choices over to the Dom. That looks like different things for every couple. Some submissives have a strong domestic role, for example. They might take care of the household and have tasks they need to complete each day. There are many types of dynamics. It just so happens that what I crave is taking care of someone.”
“Like a child though.” I’m trying to understand.
He shakes his head. “It’s not that I think of you as a child. You’re a grown woman. I’m super clear on that.” He winks and pats my butt. “It’s that I want you to have