Master Kellen taps the dresser with his hand on top. “Everything you need while you stay here will be in these drawers. The numbers are ages. Each morning you get to choose which age you want to be that day. You aren’t permitted to look in the other drawers. One at a time. Once you open a drawer, you’re committed for that day.”
I inch closer, feeling shaky. I like his plan, but some of those ages scare me to death. I lift my gaze to his. “Am I supposed to try all of them?”
“Ideally, yes. But there’s no rush. If you find you enjoy a particular age, you’re welcome to open that drawer every day if you’d like. I’ll refill it each day with new clothes for the next time you choose that age. For the sake of your research and to fully get to know yourself, I do hope you eventually try them all.”
I shiver as I consider what might be in the drawer with a two on it. Would I even be potty-trained at that age? I’m certain I’m not supposed to ask. And what about twelve? That’s an age Lucy prefers, chronologically at least. She has a unique arrangement with her Daddy. He chooses what she wears every day, changing the age of her clothing without consulting her. She has explained to me that her attitude and demeanor run toward the age of twelve most of the time, no matter how he dresses her.
Master Kellen wanders over to the rocking chair and sits. He waves me toward him. When I reach him, he sets his hands on my hips and pulls me between his legs. With him sitting and me standing, we’re at eye level. “I know you must have a million questions, and I will answer them as we go along, but let me lay down some ground rules and answer a few of your questions before you ask them.”
“Yes, Sir.” I fold my hands in front of me, finding that I like being this close to him. His large hands feel nice on my hips. It’s amazing how I already feel a bit young and cared for. It unnerves me a little the more I recognize how much I like it. The last few nights at Abby’s, I’ve dreamed of this day, tossing and turning with what can only be described as lust. Even in my sleep I find myself drawn to try out this life as a little.
“The reason I’ve invited you to my home for this trial period is because I’ve watched you enough to believe you’re titillated by the idea of being taken care of. My job is to feed that need. By the end of the day, I intend to have seen every inch of your sweet body and made you writhe with pleasure.”
I shudder, feeling the pink rise over my cheeks. It’s hard to hold his gaze. His blunt words have shocked me. At the same time, I’m aroused. I’ve wondered when or if he might touch me sexually. Apparently, he isn’t planning to waste any time.
“Each day, I expect you to wear everything in the drawer you choose and nothing more. You’ll pull your hair back according to your age. Pigtails or braids through age eight. You may use one ponytail for ages ten and twelve if you’d like. Do you have pubic hair right now, Sabine?”
The flush on my face switches to a full-blown deep red heat. “Yes, Sir. I have removed it in the past, but not recently.”
“You’ll keep your pussy completely bare at all times. There’s a hair-removal cream in your bathroom. It’s gentle for sensitive skin.”
I nod, unable to breathe. This discussion is so clinical. On top of that, my nipples are hard pebbles under my bra.
“I’ve cut back on my hours for the next two weeks so that I can be available to guide you most of the time. There will be times I need to work for a few hours in my office, but I’ll make sure you’re occupied.” My head spins at how he changes the subject abruptly as if switching from coloring books to puzzles instead of the state of my pubic hair to his work hours. “Questions?”
I shake my head. “Not yet, Sir.”
He pats my hips. “Good girl. I’m going to head down to the kitchen and fix you some lunch while you take a bath and then make your selection. I’ll expect you in half an hour. Understood?” He points at a clock on the wall over the bookshelf. It’s eleven-thirty.
“Yes, Sir.”
Master Kellen eases me back a few feet as he rises and then he releases my hips and cups my chin, angling my face up to his. “One more thing before I go. I want you to get everything you need out of this arrangement. During the next two weeks, I want you to focus solely on your personal growth. Though I will frequently explore your body, my clothes will remain on at all times. We won’t be having sex.”
I swallow. I’ve been so preoccupied worrying about this entire experiment that I honestly haven’t thought much about sex, but for some reason, I find myself disappointed. It’s been a while since I last had sex. Over a year, actually. The thought of having Master Kellen between my legs does not turn me off in the least. Too bad he’s just put the kibosh on that idea.
Master Kellen squeezes my chin and then leaves the room, shutting the door quietly behind him.
For long moments I stand rooted to my spot, trying to remember how my legs work and shaking at the overwhelming prospect of choosing one of those drawers to open.
I wonder what would happen if I opened others? The naughty side of me is tempted. How would he ever know? Are they booby-trapped or something? What if
