She giggles. “Will she think I’m weird?”
“Nope. She’s in the lifestyle. She’s seen everything and would never judge.”
“But she’s not a little.” Sabine chews on her bottom lip.
“No, she’s not. Trust me. You have no need to worry. You’ll love Josie.”
Chapter 22
Sabine
I’m a nervous wreck when I wake up on Saturday. I need to be good today. All day. Today is the day Master Kellen has told me he will end his no-sex rule. I’ve had butterflies in my belly since I woke up. I’m both nervous and excited.
Yesterday, I wasn’t permitted to orgasm because I didn’t make it until lunch without misbehaving. Today, I must do better. I will. I’m already awake and thinking about my obedience when Master Kellen comes into my room.
He sits on the edge of my bed and strokes my cheek. “Good morning, little one.”
“Good morning, Sir.”
“Did you sleep well?”
“Not really, Sir.” I glance away, flushing. I could have just said yes.
He chuckles. “Something on your mind, baby girl?”
The heat in my cheeks increases, and I squirm beneath his gaze. He looks so sexy first thing in the morning with his tight T-shirt and flannel sleep pants. His hair is tussled, and he has a shadow of a beard that I want to run my palm over. No, my cheek.
“I want you to do something out of your comfort zone today, Sabine.” His voice is serious.
“What’s that, Sir?”
He nods toward my dresser. “I want you to try the last drawer you haven’t opened. You can’t know for sure how you might react until you’ve stepped in those shoes. These two weeks were originally meant to be an experiment in all ages of littles. You’ve ignored age two.”
I shiver. I’ve skipped age two intentionally every day, too afraid to open it. Too afraid to see what’s inside. Too afraid to face what it might mean if I like it. It’s no lie that I’ve enjoyed the younger ages, but that might have something to do with the fact that I’m so naughty. Master Kellen insists I’m not a true brat, but there’s no denying that I can be bratty, and it’s so much fun when I’m four.
But two? Two isn’t four. Two isn’t a lot of things.
“Yes, Sir,” I murmur as I play with the hem of my nightie under the blankets.
He leans down and kisses my forehead. “Good girl. I’ll meet you downstairs in fifteen minutes.” His hand lands on my thigh as he stands, finally lifting off me when he turns to leave.
I watch him shuffle from the room and then take a deep breath. I don’t have time to dawdle. I won’t be late this morning. Stuffing my fears to the back of my head, I slip from the bed, quickly make it, and then pad to the bathroom. This isn’t my usual routine, but I use the toilet, wash my hands and face, and brush my teeth.
After dropping my nightie in the hamper, leaving myself naked, I turn and inch toward the dresser. It’s ominous every day because the contents are unknown. But today is worse. I’ve seen what four, six, eight, ten, and twelve mean to Master Kellen. I don’t have a clue about two.
What does two mean? It has such a wide range of possibilities. Babies who have just turned two aren’t even potty trained. They could be taking a bottle still. What about pacifiers and baby toys and… God. So many things.
I finally slide the drawer open and reach inside to lift out the pile without looking closely. I turn around and set it all on my bed and then spread it out.
I’m relieved to find no diapers. That part is out of my comfort zone. I lift the panties while inhaling slowly. Padded. Training pants for toddlers. White with little pink bows printed on them. I step into them and pull them up. They feel awkward with too much cotton between my legs, but they’re better than diapers, so I count my blessings.
I pick up the dress next. Solid pink. The top has thin halter straps, and when I pull it over my head, I realize it is flat against my chest, making my nipples incredibly obvious. The skirt begins just below my breasts, flaring out so that it would be full if I twirled. It hangs just below my panties, as all my dresses do.
I sit down on the floor and put on the frilly pink socks and then the pink tennis shoes that light up every time I move them. When I stand, I’m pink from head to toe. There are ribbons, so I grab them and return to the bathroom. Three minutes later, I have two high pigtails tied with the ribbons.
I stare at myself for several minutes. This isn’t too bad. The only real difference is the training pants meant for accidents. Their bulk is awkward.
I glance at the clock on my way toward the hall, glad that I have only taken ten minutes. I’m not late. I rush awkwardly down the stairs and into the living room and kitchen area.
Master Kellen turns to face me in the kitchen when he hears me enter. He reaches for me. “You look so pretty, baby girl.”
“Thank you, Sir.” I wrap my arms around his middle, hugging him close. I love it when he holds me against him. I love inhaling his scent and pressing my body to his. But mostly I love how he spreads his palms on my back and rubs up and down. I feel loved in his arms. Cared for.
“Hungry?” he asks as he dips down and lifts me by the waist. He swings me around and sets me on
