“I didn’t consider how many similarities there probably are between your choice and this odd experiment of mine. You kind of submit in the same fashion, really.”
“Absolutely. I don’t choose what I wear any more than you do. Nor do I pick out much of anything. There are hundreds of similarities. And I’ve known Lucy for two years and met several other littles from the club. There are a lot of Daddy Doms at Surrender. I think most of the local Doms who identify as Daddies belong to that particular club simply because they all practice the same kink.”
I nod. I did see several every time I went to the club.
Abby points at my dress. “That dress is adorable. You have no reason to be embarrassed.” She points at her. “I’m like sex on display.” She giggles.
“Do you often dress that sexy around Randle and Meredith?” I ask, referring to the butler and the cook.
“Nope. Usually, I’m naked.” She chuckles. “They’ve been with Julius’s family for years. They’ve seen everything. There’s no judgement. It was hard to get used to at first, but I’m over it now. I don’t usually panic like I did tonight. Only when someone comes to the house who isn’t used to the lifestyle.”
“Like me.”
“Exactly.”
I shudder. “I’m glad Master Kellen doesn’t have a cook or anyone else working in the house. I’m not sure I could deal with that added pressure right now.”
“He usually does have one person who comes during the day. Her name is Josie. She’s his personal assistant. He gave her two weeks off so you could train with him without the added concern.”
I gasp. Master Kellen hasn’t mentioned Josie. But then again, why would he? I appreciate his decision. I don’t think I could be exploring this fetish in his home if someone else were there. “How did you get used to having Randle and Meredith around?”
Abby smooths her hands over her lap. “It was hard at first, but I already knew them. I was here for a week before I stumbled on that recording and realized my Masters were Doms. They eased me into this lifestyle. Eventually, I stopped worrying about what other people think.”
“What about outsiders? People who come to the house who don’t know about your arrangement?”
“That never happens. My Masters are very careful to ensure I’m not exposed to people who wouldn’t understand. They rarely ever have anyone in the house who isn’t part of this world. If they need to do business that involves their mainstream studio, they do it at the office.”
I’m slowly loosening up. Talking to Abby is helping calm me. She has an answer for everything. “I have to say, I love that slip you’re wearing.” I grin at her. “It’s sexy. I’m pretty sure nothing like that is ever going to be offered to me by Master Kellen.”
Abby plays with the hem while looking at me. “Your dress doesn’t seem that out of the ordinary. It’s kind of short, but not too young.”
“Yeah. I chose drawer number twelve today.”
“What’s that mean?” She cocks her head to one side.
“Master Kellen has ages on the drawers. I’ve done six, ten, and now twelve.”
She laughs. “I love it. That’s perfect. Which did you like best?”
“I’m not sure. Jury’s still out. Ask me next week. There are aspects of each one that I’ve enjoyed, but honestly, there’s not a great deal of difference in the way he treats me. Although, there is a booster seat in the rear of his SUV. I saw it on the way over here and almost choked. He says it’s for days we go somewhere when I’ve chosen younger ages.”
Her eyes widen. “Wow, he misses nothing. What’s the youngest drawer?”
“Two.” I shiver. “I’m not remotely prepared to open it. No telling what he has in mind for that age.”
“No kidding. But it might be fun.” She shrugs. “I have to admit, though I don’t have the personality to live as a little full-time, there are parts of the lifestyle that intrigue me sometimes. There’s a certain…freedom, I guess.”
I nod. “That’s true. Lucy tells me that. She enjoys turning control over to Master Roman and letting him make every decision. He even chooses her age every day. And she lived like that almost exclusively for three years before adding a job to her life. The last three days have been so intense that I can’t quite grasp going that long.”
“She did attend college during that time,” Abby reminds me. “Though Master Roman was very strict about it, and I don’t think she interacted much with her peers. Mostly by personal choice.”
I draw in a deep breath and blow it out slowly, my nipples brushing against the loose yellow material of my dress. “I can’t get used to not wearing a bra. It feels weird.”
“I rarely wear one, either. Not at home at least. I’m lucky that my Masters don’t enforce very many rules while I’m at school. We went around and around about my law degree before I started. It’s too stressful for me to also worry about what I’m wearing or not wearing, eating or not eating, reading or not reading. The list is long. I finally put my foot down and told them they had to lighten up while I’m not at home or I would lose my mind.”
“I’m sure. I can’t imagine going to law school while living under the thumbs of three men.” I giggle. “I don’t think Master Kellen would stand for any stomping feet, however, not even metaphorically. I’m pretty sure if I insisted on anything, he would haul me over his lap and spank me.”
“Has he done so very many times?”
I nod, flushing. “Several. I can’t seem to stop myself. I’m not used to behaving. You know me. I’ve never been much of a rule follower.
