“Blah.” She makes a scrunched-up face and shivers. “Gross.”
“You don’t like milk?”
“Nope. Hate it.” She takes a bite of her sandwich and chews it quickly before swallowing it. “Daddy says I have to drink it because it’s good for me, so I endure it, but I don’t like it.”
I nod. The dynamic she has with Master Roman is beyond fascinating. I notice that she alternates between referring to him by his name with his title and calling him Daddy.
My heart is racing. This entire afternoon is going to be surreal. I’m not going to pull Lucy out of her little space, though. I agreed to this odd experiment, and I intend to stick with it. Immersing myself in Lucy’s lifestyle is the best form of research.
In the past month, I’ve learned a lot from Abby and her Doms and the various other members of their community whom I’ve met either at the club or at Abby’s house, but I’ve found myself most intrigued by Lucy.
The first time I met Lucy was at Abby’s house. She came over for dinner with Master Roman, and it was nearly impossible not to stare at her. Besides the fact that she behaved like a young girl, she also dressed like one. She arrived in a dress suitable for someone about ten years old. It barely covered her butt, and I caught a glimpse of her underwear several times. I’m fairly certain they were pink with some sort of print on them.
After she left, I asked Abby a hundred questions about Lucy. I’m not completely ignorant about the fetish community, but knowing there are actual people who live as littles, and meeting such a person, are two different things.
I’ve since learned that Lucy has been with Master Roman for five years. They’re married. She has a business degree and works a regular job as a grown adult. When she comes home, she changes clothes and spends the rest of her time as Master Roman’s little.
I’ve also come to realize that Lucy’s age hops a bit. Some days she’s younger than others. Apparently, Master Roman makes this decision for her. In fact, he makes all her decisions for her.
I have visited Lucy in her home three times now. In every instance, Master Roman has permitted her to meet with me alone in the library. My curiosity concerning her lifestyle has grown. Granted, I also really like Lucy. We’re becoming friends. But I can’t deny I have a strange fascination with her lifestyle choice that borders on an obsession.
When I’m alone at night, I’ve started fantasizing about what it would be like to live in Lucy’s shoes. I’ve masturbated a dozen times to a mental image of living as someone’s little girl. I find myself hot and bothered when I watch her with Master Roman. The way he takes care of her. Dotes on her. Adores her.
I can’t quite imagine putting my fantasy into actual practice, but the more time I’m with her, the more aroused I get. I’d be concerned about my mental health if it weren’t for the fact that I’ve stepped into a universe where it’s perfectly acceptable to live as a little with a Daddy.
Today, we’re doing something different. Master Roman suggested it and spoke to Abby’s three Doms, and here I am. I’ve arrived to experience Lucy’s real world. She’s in her little space today, not wavering.
And apparently, we’re going to play Monopoly.
I’m starting to understand the fascination. Lucy doesn’t have to worry about anything. Not a single thing. Master Roman is very strict with her. Overprotective, I would say. No matter what age she’s in, she seems to abide by a similar set of rules. Many are for her safety as if she were a young child.
It’s odd, to say the least, but I’m intrigued. I love how carefree Lucy is. She leaves the real world at the door every day when she gets home from work. It’s like she blocks it out. Her only concern is obeying, and when she doesn’t, she’s disciplined. I haven’t witnessed this firsthand yet, nor do I find it likely that she often does anything to warrant punishment, but according to Abby, it does happen.
We finish our lunch, and Lucy jumps down from her chair. “Let’s take our plates to the sink, and then we can go to my playroom.”
I follow her, carrying my dishes behind her and depositing them carefully in the bottom of the sink. Lucy has to lift up on her tiptoes. I’m only five-two, but I’m a few inches taller than her.
“I like your dress,” I tell her as I follow her out of the kitchen into a dark wood hallway.
“Thank you.” She twirls around, making it flare out. It’s a pale green with small puffy sleeves and smocking across the front. I’m pretty sure she isn’t wearing a bra, nor does she really need one. The dress is short, and I definitely catch a glimpse of white underwear. She also has on white socks that are folded down with a ruffle at the ankle. Black Mary Janes round out the outfit.
Her hair is long. I imagine it would reach almost to her butt if it were pulled straight. It’s even curlier than mine, so I can’t be positive how long it would be, but every time I’ve seen her it was either in two braids or pigtails. Today it’s in braids.
I follow Lucy silently down the hallway. Until today, I’ve only been to the library at the front of the mansion. I’m not sure where she’s leading me, but I’m surprised when we enter an open door into a large office. I’m also shocked to find not only Master Roman but another man inside.
They both stand.
Master Roman motions us farther into the room. He’s beaming at Lucy and holding out an arm toward her. A spark
