I’m forcing myself to remain outwardly calm and in control, seated casually with one leg crossed over the other. I have my elbow on the arm of the chair and I’m rubbing my chin with my pointer and thumb. I’m wearing khakis, loafers, and a light blue button-down. The perfect Daddy figure.
“Your nerves are palpable, little one.” My choice of words is intentional. I want to put her in her place right from the start.
She shifts her weight back and forth, dropping her hands to her sides and tucking her fingers under her thighs. “I’ve never done anything like this. I’m a little freaked out. I’m not sure I’m cut out for this experiment at all.”
“I’m aware of that. If it makes you feel any better, I’ve never done anything like this, either.”
She jerks her gaze from her lap to meet mine. Her eyes are wide.
I smile at her. “I mean, I’ve never trained a new submissive. A new little. Girls come to me already in the lifestyle.”
She swallows. “I’m not even sure I’m submissive or a little.”
I nod. “That’s okay. You’re here to learn. There is no right or wrong. You’ll figure it out as we go along. As will I.”
Her legs swing a bit.
“Sit still, Sabine. Try not to fidget. It will help you focus.”
She stiffens and then crosses her ankles as if that might help her keep from wiggling. She tries to reach the floor but only the tips of her toes touch. It’s not enough to ground her.
“That a girl. Take a deep breath.”
She drags in a breath and releases it too fast. Fucking cute. I can’t be sure yet if she will find her place in the lifestyle of a little, but I’m certainly hoping she does because outwardly she’s perfect. It depends on what kind of mental blocks she puts up.
I shake that thought from my head. I’m not in this to make her mine. I’m in this to help her find herself. I’m not even close to ready to take on a full-time little again. I’m not sure I ever will be. Losing Stacy brought me to my knees. I don’t think I can go through something like that again.
“Why don’t we start with my expectations of you?”
“Okay,” she murmurs.
“First of all, you’ll address me as Sir or Master Kellen. Even though my job is to introduce you to the world of littles, I don’t expect you to call me Daddy. Not at this stage. You’re not ready for something like that.”
She nods. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl. Next, I want you to fully immerse yourself in the life. Be the little. Twenty-four seven. It’s the best way to get in the headspace and find yourself. You’ll be permitted to ask questions, but I want you to stay in your little space.”
She nods again. She’s a bit pale. “What, uh… um… What age am I supposed to be, Sir?”
“We’re going to try out several ages. I’m going to let you decide each day. I’ve arranged a room for you upstairs and I’ll let you pick your age every morning.”
Her eyes widen. “Oh.”
“Some Doms choose for their littles. I’ve done that in the past. But you’re different. You can’t possibly have a clue what age you might enjoy. I want you to try all of them, but at your pace. In your time.”
She purses her lips as she nods.
“I’ll warn you now that I’m very strict. I expect you to obey me in all things. If you don’t, you’ll find yourself over my knee with my palm on your bottom.”
She turns the most delightful shade of red and squirms. “I’m not sure how I feel about that…Sir.”
“You’ll find out, won’t you?”
She sucks in a breath.
I can feel her defiance. She’s going to challenge me. If any other little came into my home and challenged me, I would put a stop to it in two seconds or send them packing. Something about Sabine shakes my foundation a bit though. I find myself eager for her to defy me. My palm is twitching expectantly.
I watch her closely. “My rules aren’t difficult or outrageous. They exist for your safety and to help set boundaries. Adults who find themselves enjoying the life of a little often do so because they like structure and letting someone else take responsibility.”
She licks her lips. “You should know that I didn’t live a very structured childhood the first time around. I’m an only child. My parents spoiled me. They rarely told me no.”
Interesting. I won’t point out to her that she’s just made my job that much easier. No wonder she’s intrigued by Lucy’s life. Sabine may be screaming inside for structure and guidance. “Where are your parents now?”
“Still in Cambridge. My father’s in banking. My mom’s a professor. They were often busy when I was a child, but I didn’t miss out on anything. I had nannies and cooks and tutors. I wanted for nothing.”
I nod, letting her figure things out for herself. “I won’t be that kind of Daddy, Sabine. I have rules, and I enforce them. Did you never get into trouble when you were young?”
She shakes her head and then switches to nodding. “I mean, sure, I got into mischief. I pushed every limit, but my parents never got very angry.”
“And how did that make you feel?” I ask her.
She frowns and then shrugs. “I don’t know. I didn’t care. I thought I was lucky. While my friends were grounded on a Friday night, I was always free to come and go as I pleased.”
She has no idea what she’s revealing. Not a clue that she has told me everything I need to know about how to work with her. She’s begging for boundaries, and she will get them under my roof. I just hope she isn’t bratty.
“You won’t be free to come and go as you please in my home, little one. Not for a
