“Don’t get used to this princess treatment, little one,” I tease Sabine while making dinner. She’s sitting in her booster seat at the island keeping me company while I finish cooking. “I’m giving you today and tomorrow to settle in. On Monday, you’ll have chores to do around here.”
“Chores?” She cringes. It’s cute.
“Yes, chores. You know what those are. Jobs around the house that kids do to earn privileges.” I flip the burgers and glance at her.
“I think you’ll be disappointed. I never did chores as a kid.”
“I think you’ll be disappointed then, because starting Monday, you will.”
She squirms.
I love the way her feet dangle and how she’s swinging them around, unable to make purchase with the rung of the stool because it’s six inches from her toes. I also love the shocked look on her face.
The truth is that Sabine is refreshing. I have no doubt she’s going to challenge me every step of the way, but I’ve been in a funk, and I need the pick-me-up.
We’ve had a good day. She wrote several pages in her journal and held it up from across the room for me to see. I was pleased with her. I can only hope she actually wrote introspective paragraphs instead of humoring me with gibberish. I meant what I said. I won’t snoop in her journal.
After turning off the burner, I shuffle toward her, pulling her cell phone out of my pocket. I slide it across the island. “I want you to keep in contact with Abby. It’s important that you have someone to confide in.”
Her eyes widen. “You’re going to let me have my phone?”
I lift my brows. “Not if you don’t address me respectfully.”
“Sorry, Sir.” She tentatively reached for the cell as if it might self-destruct.
“To answer your question, no. You’ll use it only with permission. And you’re only permitted to text and call an approved list of people. How often do you speak to your parents?”
“Once a week usually. On Sundays, Sir.”
“That’s tomorrow. You’ll call them then.”
She nods. “Can I check my social media and stuff, Sir?”
I shake my head. “No. You’ll have to earn that privilege over time. For now, I want you to touch base with Abby after dinner. You may also communicate with Lucy on occasion, but I’ll have to clear those conversations with Roman first. He doesn’t permit Lucy to use a cell phone without supervision.”
“You mean he listens in on her conversations?”
I narrow my gaze.
She catches herself. “Sir. Sorry, Sir. I’m struggling to remember that rule.”
“And no. I’m sure he’ll grant her time alone to speak freely with you, but you should know they’ve been together five years. Lucy has earned her phone privileges.”
“Did she have someone to confide in when they first got together, Sir?”
I nod. “Yes. Claudia. Claudia helped Lucy through some very tough times in the first few years.”
“But I’m only staying a few weeks, Sir,” she points out.
“All the more reason why I want your undivided attention on learning everything about this lifestyle choice. Not playing around on your phone.”
“Yes, Sir.” Her shoulders slump a few inches.
I return to the stove, fill our plates, and then set them on the island.
Sabine smiles, leading me to believe she’s pleased with what I put in front of her.
“I guess you like burgers and fries.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good. Eat. And then you can make your phone call before we go upstairs and get you ready for bed. If there’s time, I’ll let you watch some TV before I tuck you in.”
She picks up her burger with both hands and takes a big bite. When she moans, her eyes rolling back, I can’t keep my gaze off her. She is truly adorable. In one day, she’s wrapped me loosely around her finger. I’m worried I might grow attached to her by the end of two weeks.
Chapter 7
Sabine
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I’m nervous once again as I follow Master Kellen into my room after I speak briefly with Abby, mostly letting her know I’m fine. Master Kellen hasn’t explained to me what my bedtime routine will be, so I feel out-of-sorts. He guides me to the bathroom with a hand on my neck and then leans over to turn on the faucet in the tub.
Is he going to stay while I take a bath? My third time bathing today.
He puts the stopper in when he’s satisfied with the temperature and then turns around and reaches for the hem of my dress. “Arms up, little one.”
I shiver as he drags the dress over my head. Even though I ate lunch almost naked with him, it still feels weird for him to see my breasts and so casually ignore my nudity for the most part.
I set my hands on his shoulders as he squats down to remove my shoes and socks, and then I suck in a breath as he lowers my panties, tapping my ankles for me to step out of them. His face is so close to my pussy that I can feel his breath. My total nudity makes my heart race.
Master Kellen rises and then lifts one of my pigtails to twist it around and tuck it into the band. He does the same on the other side, expertly ensuring that my hair won’t get wet.
I squeal when he lifts me by the waist and sets me in the tub. The water is warm, but goosebumps rise on my chest and arms.
Master Kellen reaches for a washcloth and then the baby soap. He splashes water on my upper body and then begins to bathe me. I honestly can’t remember anyone bathing me before. Obviously, someone must have when I was a small child, but I doubt if I was even supervised in the tub by the age of six.
I try to relax and focus on the way Master Kellen is caressing my arm with the washcloth. When he’s satisfied with my arms, he adds more soap and moves to my shoulders. “Close your eyes, baby girl. Let me wash your face.”
I squeeze my eyes closed tight, holding my breath while he runs the cloth over my face and then uses a cup to rinse the suds away.
“That’s a good girl. Did I get any soap in your eyes?”
“No, Sir.” I glance at the tile wall. “Why isn’t there a shower curtain, Sir?”
“Because you’ll be taking baths in here, little one. Mostly supervised.” He washes my back next and then slides the cloth around to my breasts.
I suck in a sharp breath as he pays close attention to my small boobs. My nipples pucker, and I wish he would never stop. After a moment, he does though, moving down to my feet and then up my legs. Lastly, he reaches between my thighs and washes my pussy.
I moan, unable to stop myself. I’m so aroused that I’m almost dizzy from all this attention. I can’t stop thinking about him bathing me like this every night.
Master Kellen draws a finger through my folds slowly and then removes the cloth. He rinses me off with the cup and then takes my chin in his fingers. “You like me bathing you, don’t you, little one?”
“Yes, Sir.” My voice is breathy.
“It can be very pleasurable. Today, you were naughty, so I won’t permit you to orgasm, but if you can be a good girl all day tomorrow, I’ll show you what it means to be my special little girl.”
Butterflies flutter around in my belly as he holds my gaze. I want to be his good girl. I want him to make me come so badly. I’ve been here just one day and already I’m under his spell. Desperate to please him. Anxious for the promise of pleasure. I’ve never been the kind of girl who follows rules though, and I’m not sure I can do it. But tomorrow, I will try. I certainly don’t want two weeks to go by and I never got to experience the full nirvana of being this man’s little.
Master Kellen rises and lifts me out of the tub. He pats me dry with a towel and then opens a drawer in my vanity and pulls out a pink nightgown covered with white hearts. He must have put it in there during the day. I didn’t notice it earlier.
“Arms up, baby girl.”
I feel so incredibly cared for when he does this. Dresses me and undresses me. As the soft cotton slides over my head and settles
on my body, I glance down at myself. The material is thin with narrow straps and a ruffle at the hem. It barely covers my bottom, and Master Kellen doesn’t give me any panties.
“There.” He glances at his watch as he hangs up my towel. “You have half an hour until bedtime. Would you like to watch TV in my room?”
I nod, excited by the prospect. It’s early. Apparently, I will be sleeping a lot in Master Kellen’s home. I can’t imagine going to bed at this hour. I won’t even be able to sleep. But I don’t argue with him.
He leads me out of my bathroom and through the connecting door to his room. He lifts me up by the waist next to his bed and drops me onto the comforter.
I giggle at the slight bounce, my bare bottom landing on his navy bedding.
“Scoot back and get comfortable. I’ll find us something to watch.”
I scramble up to the head of the bed, pull the comforter back, and slide my legs under. There are several pillows at my back, so I lean against them, trying to tug the nightgown over my butt.
Master Kellen turns around after selecting a Disney movie and climbs up next to me. He has removed his shoes, but otherwise, he’s still fully clothed. He wraps his arm around me and hauls me against his side.
I snuggle into his chest, leaning fully against him, my legs curling up under me.
Master Kellen kisses the top of my head as his hand roams up and down my arm. “How was your first day as a little, Sabine?”
“Challenging, Sir.”
He chuckles. “I suspect you’ll find more of that in the coming days.”
I shudder.
His hand slides to my back and then he strokes my spine absently.
It’s nearly impossible to pay attention to whatever is on the TV. I couldn’t even guess because all my concentration is on his hand roaming over my body.
When he reaches the hem of my nightgown and then teases the skin of my bottom with his fingers, I whimper.
He smiles down at me. “Your skin is so soft, little one.”
I swallow, unable to respond as his fingers continue to dip lower, caressing my entire butt cheek. When he strokes precariously close to my tight rear hole, I clutch my cheeks together.
He chuckles. “Has anyone taken your bottom, baby girl?”
“No, Sir,” I whisper, feeling ridiculously inexperienced all of a sudden.
“But you’re intrigued,” he points out as he taps my crack, dragging the tip of his finger lower.
Arousal is leaking out of my pussy. I’m going to leave a wet spot on his sheets. I have my fingers fisted in his shirt, and I’m pressing my breasts against his chest. I want to rub my nipples against him. I need the friction so badly. But I remember his warning earlier and restrain myself.
Master Kellen’s fingers continue to torment me until I have to purse my lips to keep from begging him to let me come. He doesn’t touch my pussy directly, but he comes very close over and over, parting my lower lips either intentionally or unintentionally. And I doubt anything Master Kellen does is without intention.
My brain is mush by the time he slides his hand away from my private parts and squeezes my waist. “Bedtime, little one.”
I almost groan, barely catching myself as he slides off the side of the bed and then tucks his arms under my knees and shoulders to lift me. He carries me cradled to his body, my nightgown bunched up high on my back, leaving my butt exposed.
When we reach my bed, he sets me down to pull back the covers and then lifts me again to set me on the sheets.
I’m a hot mess of arousal. I’ve never been this horny in my life, and I know he’s going to leave me hanging.
He surprises me by gently lifting my arms over my head and clasping both wrists with one of his hands. His gaze roams down my body as he eases my nightgown up over my breasts. My nipples are sharp points, and I squirm under his gaze.
“Stay still, little one. Let me look at you.”
I suck in a breath as he taps one of my nipples with his finger and then circles it slowly, his finger dragging down my belly.
“So beautiful. Spread your legs for me, little one.”
I moan as I do as I’m told, parting my knees and letting them fall open.
Master Kellen traces the edge of my lower lips, so lightly I can’t be sure I didn’t imagine his touch. But there is no denying when he strokes his finger through my folds, gathering my wetness before flicking over my clit.
I moan loudly and dig my heels into the bed to lift my bottom.
Just as quickly, he’s done. He releases my hands, pulls my nightgown down to my belly, and tucks my covers around me.
“Sir…” I hear the plea in my voice.
He points toward the camera I noticed earlier in the corner of my room. “I know you’re aroused, little one. That’s intentional. It will help you remember to be a good girl tomorrow. Keep your hands away from your nipples and your pussy. If I catch you masturbating, I will make your life very uncomfortable.”
“Yes, Sir,” I whine.
He leans down and kisses my forehead. “Sleep tight, baby girl.”
I watch as he turns a nightlight on against the far wall and then turns off the overhead lights. He silently leaves me alone, entering his own room through the connecting door and closing it behind him.
I realize I’m holding my breath, and I don’t dare move. Every twitch brings my stiff nipples to my attention. I part my thighs slightly, hoping to forget his touch as soon as possible.
It’s difficult though. When I close my eyes, I picture him above me, his fingers stroking my pussy and then thrusting into me. I nearly come from the imagery alone, and then gasp, forcing myself to think of anything but how aroused he has left me.
He’s good. Very good. If this is how he gets his littles to behave, it’s working.
I’m pretty sure I’ve been lying here for more than an hour before I finally close my eyes again and let sleep drag me under.
Chapter 8
Master Kellen
* * *
Roman chuckles in my ear instead of answering the phone with a normal greeting of hello. “Let me guess. You’ve already put her to bed.”
I smile even though he can’t see me. “Of course. She’s six.”
“Even I’m not that strict.”
I roll my eyes. “Don’t even go there. You’re the most demanding Dom I’ve ever met.”
He laughs again. “Maybe, but I let Lucy stay up until ten. Don’t forget Sabine’s not really six. She’ll wake up at two in the morning bored out of her mind if you force her to sleep twelve hours. I’ve always enforced a strict time when Lucy had to be in her room, but I do let her read until lights out.”
“And how often does she actually sleep in that room these days, Roman?”
Another chuckle. “You’ve got me there. She’s my wife. I like her tucked against my side at night. I only put her in her little-girl room when she’s been incredibly disobedient these days. Not often. She doesn’t like it.”
“I hear you. I won’t put her to bed at eight every night, but today was stressful for her. I could tell she was exhausted. She needed time alone, even if it does occur in the early hours of the morning.”
“How much trouble did she get into today?”
“Not much. She pushed my buttons right away, but I nipped it in the bud.”
“I bet you did.” I can hear the smile in Roman’s voice.
“She’s a handful. I’m not used to having so much responsibility. I had forgotten how demanding it was to have a little.”
“You were also spoiled. Don’t forget that part. Stacy was a pleaser. She rarely stepped out of line.”
“True.” I lean back in my desk chair and sigh. My chest was tight all morning while I forced myself not to compare Sabine to Stacy. They aren’t the same woman. My goal is not to replace my wife. “I’m going to need a vacation after I’m done training Sabine. And she’s going to need a firm Dom if she decides to continue down this path.”
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��Do you think she’s a little?”
I nod slowly even though he can’t see me. “Yeah. Kind of hard to deny. Unless she grows bored of it. Sometimes submissives enjoy an aspect of BDSM only until they flush it out of their systems. That’s also possible, but she does get aroused from the roleplay. No denying that.”
“So, did you want to arrange a playdate?” Roman asks.
“Yes. I know Sabine spent quite a bit of time with Lucy in the past month, but it will be different with both of them in their little space. It’s only been a day, but I bet Sabine has questions and she might be more inclined to ask Lucy than bring them up with me.”
“I agree. How about tomorrow afternoon?”
“That would be great. Thanks. I owe you one.”
“You don’t owe me anything. I’m just happy to see you moving on with your life.”
I wince. “Don’t get carried away. This is a two-week experiment. I’m not keeping Sabine. I’m helping her grow.”
Roman’s voice is serious when he speaks again. “Listen, I know that’s what you’ve convinced yourself, Sabine, and all of the rest of us, but I want you to have an open mind. Don’t box yourself in. You might miss a truly amazing opportunity if you refuse to acknowledge what’s right in front of you.”
I draw in a slow breath. Roman might be right, but I’m not ready to consider the possibility yet.
After tossing and turning most of the night, I give up the battle at six o’clock and pad quietly into Sabine’s room. The sun is already seeping through the blinds, giving me enough light to see that she’s awake.
She smiles at me as I sit on the edge of her bed. She looks so fucking cute buried under the fluffy white comforter. Her hair is down and splayed around the pillow. I reach for a lock of it and let it run through my fingers.
“The pigtails were hurting my scalp, Sir. I hope you don’t mind that I took them out.”
“Of course not, little one. I should have thought of that last night.” I cup her cheek, my cock jumping when she tips her face into my palm.
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