After a few seconds, he continues. “I know Abby is your best friend, and I want you to be able to talk to her. Work things out. Discuss your feelings and weigh the pros and cons of what you’re experiencing.”
He’s right. I would love that. I’m excited about the idea of seeing Abby tonight. I haven’t spoken to her enough. I feel awkward when I’m talking to her. How can I possibly explain what I’m going through over the phone? It’s surreal. “I’d like that, Sir.”
He holds my gaze and inhales slowly. “You won’t be permitted to break from your little. I’ll expect you to be on your best behavior and obey me at all times. You’ll be respectful and polite.”
I suck in a breath. This hadn’t occurred to me. I don’t know why, but I was picturing an evening as myself. I’m not sure how I feel about Abby seeing this side of me. Am I ready for that? “Oh.”
He slides his hands up my waist and strokes the undersides of my breasts that are bare under my yellow sundress. I’m twelve today. The dress is made of thin cotton and has narrow straps holding it up. It poufs over my chest and then flares out from just below my breasts. Like the other two days, it’s short. Very short.
I try to picture myself at Abby’s house in this dress. If it weren’t for the small ruffle along the top and bottom, it could almost pass for something someone older might wear. My panties are actually yellow this time too, with a small girly bow in front. My sandals are white. I’m wearing braids again today.
Can I go to her house like this and remain in my little space while we’re there? I remind myself that Abby lives as a submissive. Not a little, but she still has three Doms dictating most of her life. It’s not that much different from my chosen experiment.
I wouldn’t even care if Abby saw me naked. She’s my best friend. She’s seen me naked dozens of times over the years. We’ve gotten dressed together on many occasions. Those instances were somehow different, though. Casually changing in front of each other isn’t the same as being stripped by someone and exposed basically without my input.
Would Master Kellen expose me to Abby’s three Masters? Again, I’m not sure why I should care. They’re all in the lifestyle. They’re used to naked submissives.
I am not.
This is new to me. I’m struggling in my mind. I keep remembering how I reacted yesterday in front of Master Roman and Lucy. I’d gotten so aroused while Master Kellen rubbed sunscreen into my skin. Everywhere. He took his time. They watched. I got wet from it. I could have easily come if Master Kellen had touched me between my legs for any length of time.
“You are permitted to say no, baby girl. If you’re not ready, we don’t have to go. No one will think ill of you. Least of all me.”
It actually calms me to know that he’s giving me a choice. It’s a twisted option, though. There’s a catch. Either I agree to spend time with my friend as a little girl or I don’t get to see her at all.
I lift my thumb to my lips and settle my nail between my teeth as I think.
Master Kellen grabs my wrist and tugs my hand down to my side.
I decide to control my nerves and agree. “I’d like to go, Sir.”
He cups my breasts and thumbs my greedy nipples, making me moan. God, how I want this man. So much, it sometimes literally hurts. And yet, he has promised me he won’t have sex with me for the entire two weeks. After only three days, that seems like an unimaginably long time.
“Good girl. I’ll let Master Julius know.”
The drive to Master Julius’s house is only about ten minutes. It’s not enough time for me to fully panic with concern about my decision. I’m sitting in the front passenger seat, but Master Kellen has flipped my world upside down by pointing out that only because I’m twelve today am I permitted to sit in the front. If we leave the house at any age younger than ten, I will sit behind him in the back seat.
When I glanced toward the back of his SUV five minutes ago, I sucked in a sharp breath. There is an adult-sized car seat back there. Master Kellen chuckled when he saw my shock. Before he started the engine, he cupped my face. “Any age under eight requires a car seat, little one. Don’t look so stunned.”
He’s thought of everything. Nothing has been left out. It’s mind-boggling and a bit scary. The thought of that car seat also has me squirming. I’m breathing heavily at the visual. Me sitting there with my legs spread around the raised center with a harness strapping me in tight.
My panties grow wet at the thought of my pussy rubbing against that middle part while Master Kellen drives. Hell, the straps would brush against my nipples and drive me to distraction before we ever arrived.
I squeeze my knees together, trying to avoid thinking about what it would be like to open the drawer marked for a two-year-old. I can’t fathom what other accoutrements might join my life on such a day.
Master Kellen has told me he would like me to eventually try all six ages. Four isn’t too much of a stretch since I’ve done six. But two? I shudder.
We pull into Abby’s circle driveway and Master Kellen rounds the car to let me out. He takes my hand as we approach the front door. I’m a ball of nerves when Randle, Julius’s butler, opens the front door.
As we step inside, I’m reminded that Abby and her three Doms aren’t the only people who live here. Randle and his wife do, too. They’re in their early sixties, and I know them both well
