When we step inside, she shuffles slowly across the room next to me, her gaze on the small white table that has two pink chairs pushed up to it. It’s not as small as a real toddler table would be. It’s specially designed to be just her size. Youthful but adapted for someone of her stature.
I’ve situated it next to my desk where she can sit and work while I do the same. The windows along the back wall lead out to the patio and pool. I’ve worked hard to create a work environment that allows me to sit and stare outside when I need to think. Hopefully, Sabine will enjoy it, too.
“Sit, little one.” I point at the small table and then stride to my desk, open the bottom drawer, and pull out the pink paisley notebook I’ve purchased for her. As I return to her side, I hold it out. “You said you were keeping a journal. I thought it might be nice to have one specifically for this particular experiment as a little.
She takes it from me. “Thank you, Sir.”
“I won’t read it. It’s personal. I fully respect your privacy where your thoughts are concerned, but I do expect you to fill it with several pages a day. Notate your thoughts and experiences for later. It will help you work things out in your mind, and later when you look back you will recognize your growth.”
“Yes, Sir.” She slides the pencil from where I’ve tucked it in the spiral.
“Date each entry. I’ll expect you to show it to me every day, just a glimpse so that I know you’ve written in it. Hard rule. If you don’t complete this task, I’ll give you other assignments that won’t be nearly as fun or pleasant.”
She swallows and fidgets in her seat. I watch as she tries to tuck her dress under her bottom unsuccessfully. It’s not long enough.
“I know it’s hard for little girls to sit still, but I expect you to try. I know you’re aroused too, but you don’t have permission to touch yourself. You won’t be permitted to masturbate while you’re living in my home. Your pleasure will be earned and your orgasms will all come from my touch. Understood?”
She shifts her weight back and forth on her bottom. “Yes, Sir,” she whispers.
“Good. Keep your hands away from your breasts and your pussy. If I catch you attempting to rub yourself with your fingers or get relief against any other surface, I will strap your naked little body down and teach you a lesson you will not forget. Have you heard of edging?”
She shakes her head.
I set my hands on her little table and lean in closer. “Edging is when I tease your little body with my fingers, mouth, and toys, keeping you right on the edge of orgasm for as long as I please without letting you come. You will not like it. It’s very frustrating. Trust me. Your best option is to obey me and do what you’re told. I will enjoy giving you more pleasure than you can imagine when you’re a good girl.”
She nods slowly.
“When you’re naughty, you will spend those days with a sore bottom and minimal interaction from me. You’ll go to bed so needy that it takes you a while to fall asleep.”
“Yes, Sir.” She licks her full pink lips, making me want to cup her face and kiss her senseless. I won’t yet. But damn, I want to.
I point at her notebook. “Get to work.” And then I force myself to leave her at the little table and sit behind my desk. I only need to answer a few emails, but I want her to have time to think about everything she’s been through so far and record it.
When I glance at her out of my peripheral vision, I find her bent over the notebook, writing. She looks so precious that I can’t help but stare.
It’s been so long since I’ve had a little in my life. I need to be careful. This one isn’t permanent. She’s only in Seattle for a few months. She’s so green that she’s going to wear me out training her. She’s also going to test me every step of the way.
I need to keep my head on straight. This time with Sabine is meant to draw me out of my shell. Help me move on. Help her find herself. She’s not mine. She’s not anybody’s. I can’t be sure she’ll decide to live her life as a little when we’re done anyway. Just because she gets off on the roleplaying doesn’t mean she’d enter into a full-time relationship with a Daddy.
She’s way too new to the BDSM scene to be able to make that kind of decision. Most people take years to fully find themselves and then a long time after that to find a partner who can fulfill their particular needs.
I know this better than anyone. I was in the lifestyle for ten years before I found Stacy. We spent six months dabbling and dating before I asked her to commit to me. It was another six months before we got married and she moved in and became my full-time little.
She’s irreplaceable. I’ll never find someone as perfectly suited to me as Stacy was. We had five years together. Five short years before cancer took her from me. Some days, that seems like eons ago. Some days it seems like yesterday.
As I watch Sabine writing, her feet tucked under her chair, her auburn pigtails hanging down to drag across the desk, I feel a pressure in my chest. I know logically Stacy would be furious with me for spending the past three years alone. On the other hand, I feel like
