Chapter 5
Chapter Five
One week later …
I hope I made the right decision when I turned down the option of spending all or part of my time in a more deeply regressed headspace during my last week on the mainland. The list of things I needed to take care of in seven days was long. I thought it would be confusing to also try to manage my Little space at a deeper level than even I’m used to.
As it is, I feel a bit frazzled as I’m running around my apartment taking care of last-minute details on the morning we’re leaving. Noah will be here any minute to pick me up, and I’m still worrying about bills and whether or not I packed my favorite toys and stuffies.
My boss was a bit shocked last week when I told him I was going to leave town indefinitely, but he likes me, and he said if I ever came back, he would give me a job. That’s a relief. At least I don’t have to worry about returning to the mainland and being unemployed.
I worked a lot of hours this past week to bank up some money, so my account isn’t sitting with a super low balance, for whatever that’s worth.
I’ve packed two large suitcases of toys and books. Several other boxes are stacked against the wall in my playroom. They’re filled with things I would want to have with me if I decided to stay forever.
I’m nervous and fidgeting as I look around, waiting for Noah. It’s early. The sun is barely up. A knock on the door makes me jump in my spot, and I hurry over to open it.
I’ve only seen him twice since we made this decision because two days after he asked me to move with him, he headed for the island to make arrangements to prepare for me to join him. Apparently he has a nursery because all homes have nurseries, but it wasn’t well-stocked, and he wanted it to be perfect for me.
I’m not ordinarily a bashful person—not even my Little—but nerves are making me jumpy and uncertain. I’m biting my lip hard as I open the door.
Noah steps inside, closes the door, and pulls me into his arms. My hair is loose down my back, and he threads his fingers in it and gives a tug so I look up at him. “Are you okay, Baby girl?”
I nod, not releasing my lip. This is the first time he’s called me Baby girl . It’s probably appropriate. Am I ready?
He hasn’t kissed me on the lips yet, but he kisses my forehead. “I missed you.” We chatted on video calls every day at least once. It’s strange because I feel like I suddenly have a boyfriend, but I’m not intimate with him.
I have a question. It won’t change my decision, but his answer will help me pick the right headspace going forward. I blurt it out before I can talk myself out of it. “Are we going to have sex?”
He gives me a slow smile. “I sure hope so, Amelia, eventually. I would never pressure you to do something you’re not ready for, and I know we’re jumping into this totally out of order, but I feel like we have chemistry. I’d love it if we fell in love with each other and added a physical relationship to our dynamic.”
“Okay.”
He chuckles. “Just okay?”
I smile and straighten my shoulders. Lifting my hands, I play with the front of his shirt. “I think about having sex with you,” I admit.
“Good. We’ll take things one step at a time. Moving to the island is a huge adjustment. We’ll add sex when we’re ready.”
“Okay.”
He looks around. “Do you have everything you want to take in these suitcases, Baby girl?”
“Yes, Sir.” Butterflies take flight in my tummy as he calls me that again. It makes me feel cherished. Even though we don’t know each other well, something inside me clenches tight in a good way when he uses that endearment.
I take a step and look down at myself. “Am I dressed okay?”
“You can wear whatever you want until we get to the ferry. I’ll change you before we board.”
He’ll change me … When I play with Daddies at the club—including him—we do prearranged scenes that often involve exposing my bottom for a spanking. I’m not overly modest, but Noah hasn’t seen me entirely naked yet. He will today. I’m sure of it.
“Let’s get on the road. It will take about three hours to get to the ferry. I’d like to be on the mid-morning ferry over to the island. Did you eat or drink anything this morning, Baby girl?”
I shake my head. He told me not to. “No, Sir.”
“Good girl. It will be easier on your system if you take a bottle while we’re in the car. Most of the time I will feed you myself, but I’m going to let you hold the bottle while I drive.”
“Okay.” I’m still worried about the formula. I haven’t tried it yet. What if I don’t like it? Noah offered to send me some so I could start drinking it for the past few days, but I opted to go cold turkey this morning.
“Do you need to go potty before we leave, Amelia?”
“I just went.”
“Okay.” He pulls me close in his arms again. “There will be no more bathrooms for you. That’s the last time you’ll enter one without supervision. Do you think you can make it to the ferry without going pee pee, or would you like to wear a diaper in the car?”
“I can make it,” I murmur.
“If you change your mind, I’ll pull over and diaper you before we get there.”
My cheeks heat. He’s seen my bottom before more times than I can count. He’s spanked me at the club on many occasions. He has not flipped me over and stared at my pussy. Nor has he touched me sexually. Will he do that soon?
I’m glad he’s said he wants to have sex. I’ve been concerned that maybe for him this is a non-sexual age-play arrangement. For me, it’s very sexual. I’ve thought about him for a long time, but this past week, I’ve done so frequently. I’ve also touched myself in bed, pretending it was him. I would have been disappointed if he’d said he didn’t think of me that same way.
I take a deep breath and glance around my apartment one last time while Noah picks up my suitcases. I might never see it again. In a perfect world, I’ll never be back here. Am I being overly optimistic? I’m not sure.
When we get to Noah’s SUV, he puts my suitcases in the back and then opens the passenger door behind the driver’s seat. I’m surprised. I’m even more stunned when he steps back to help me into the car. There’s an adult car seat in the middle of the row.
“Climb into the car seat, Baby girl. I’ll fasten you.”
I’m breathing heavily as I do as I’m told. This is happening.
Noah sets a knee on the seat next to me and reaches over to pull my arms through a five-point harness system. I suddenly regret choosing to wear a dress and panties. It’s one of the Little outfits I often wear to the Dungeon. It’s cute and playful, but it’s also something any young adult female might wear. It wouldn’t cause anyone to do a doubletake or realize I’m Little.
I’m not wearing a bra because I rarely do in my Little headspace anyway, but now I’m not sure it was the wisest idea.
“Spread your knees for me, Baby girl,” Noah says.
I grab the sides of the car seat with both hands, white-knuckling it as I watch him pull a strap up between my naked thighs. I hold my breath because if I don’t, he’ll hear me panting. How is this so sexual?
I flinch at the sound of each piece as Noah snaps it into place over my tummy. My dress is pushed up, exposing my pink panties. I wonder if he can see they are wet.
Sometimes when Daddies spank me at the club I get aroused. I often have when the Daddy doing the spanking was Noah. I’ve also gotten aroused every time I’ve been alone in my bed thinking about him touching me, especially this past week. But this… My goodness. This is the horniest I’ve ever been with him, and all he’s doing is fastening me into the seat.
Everything gets ten times worse when he grabs the sides and cinches the straps tighter around me. The nylon straps are about three inches wide, and the lengths extending over my shoulders are now pressing firmly against my nipples. The piece between my legs is tight against my pussy.
I gasp as he gives one more tug, and then I can’t hold my breath any longer. I’m truly panting.
Noah tucks a finger between the nylon over my pussy and my panties, presumably to check that it’s tight enough. He glances at me, a partial grin on his face. “Your panties are wet, Baby girl. Did you already have an accident?”
My face heats two thousand degrees, and I shake my head.
I get no relief when he removes his finger from my crotch because the next thing he does is reach with both hands to ease his fingers up under the straps at my chest.
I whimper when he strokes over my nipples. I can’t keep from arching my chest forward into his touch.
“I think you’re secure,” he states. He reaches down to the floor, lifts up the bag I didn’t notice before, and sets it on the seat next to me. When he unzips it, I realize it’s a diaper bag. My tummy tightens again. He pulls out a bottle, shakes it up, and hands it to me. “I want you to finish all of this right away, understood?”
I nod and take it from him with shaky fingers. “What if I don’t like it?”
“You will, Baby girl.”
He’s awfully confident. He has no idea how picky I am.
Noah finally backs out of the SUV and climbs into the driver’s seat. And we’re off. He looks at me in the rearview mirror. “Sit still, Baby girl.”
I draw in a deep breath through my nose and glance down at myself. That only makes things worse. I’m a ball of arousal. I’m not even sure why. I’ve never felt so Little in my life, and we haven’t even gotten started yet. I’m still wearing a dress and panties.
“Did you know you liked restraints, Amelia?” he asks as if we’re discussing the weather.
I shake my head. The action makes my nipples rub against the nylon.
He chuckles. “It’s only been fifteen minutes since you asked me if our relationship would be sexual, and now you’re fidgeting in the back seat of my car so badly my cock is hard.”
I gasp. His words shock me. I’m glad, though. At least I’m not the only one aroused.
“You do not have permission to orgasm on the way to the ferry, naughty girl, so make sure you rein it in a bit.”
I tuck my bottle between my thighs and grab the straps below my boobs to pull them away from my chest. They’re too tight to give me the relief I need, though. The only thing I accomplish is to make the section across my pussy press firmer.
“Amelia,” Noah admonishes. “Let go of the straps and drink your bottle. If it’s not gone in twenty minutes, I will pull over and spank you. That will give you a reason to fidget.”
My breath hitches. I’m trembling as I pick up the bottle. The butterflies have had babies inside me. His reprimand makes me even hornier.
I’m scared. What if I hate the formula? Tentatively, I lift it to my lips. I’ve never used a bottle before. Not as an adult anyway. I have sippy cups I use when I’m in my Little space, but not bottles.
I pop the nipple in my mouth and give a teeny tiny suck. A few drops of the white substance trickle onto my tongue. It’s vanilla, and it doesn’t make me gag, so I take a stronger draw of it, surprised that it tastes pretty good. Thank goodness. I’m not sure how things would go if I’d hated it.
“How is it, Baby girl?” he asks, glancing at me.
“It’s okay,” I murmur. I try again.
“You’re going to need to suck harder to finish it on time, Amelia. I meant what I said. You have seventeen minutes left.”
I like it when he spanks me, so I’m not sure why he thinks I would do something to avoid the discipline.
He chuckles. “I can tell by your expression that threatening to spank you is not a deterrent. If anything, you’re probably plotting how to ensure I pull over.”
I flush and then giggle. “I like it when you spank me, Sir.”
He shakes his head. “You’re going to be a handful, aren’t you?” He’s grinning, though.
“I hope so.”
This makes him laugh, and he taps his fingers over his lips as though he’s thinking. “Okay, how do you feel about spending the next few hours riding to the ferry without your dress on?”
Wetness runs out of my pussy, soaking my panties further. “That would make it harder for me to keep from coming, but the windows are tinted. I guess no one would see me.”
He groans. “Oh boy. Are you challenging me?”
I shrug. “I think you’re challenging me , Sir.”
He taps his lips again. “So… You’re not bothered by spanking or nudity. Hmm…”
I lift the bottle and take another drink. I think I like it, and I’m hungry. I could totally obey him and finish it before my time is up, but I’m curious what other methods of discipline he has up his sleeve.
“Hmm. Coloring is pretty important to you. I bet you wouldn’t like it if I grounded you from coloring for a week.”
I gasp. “That’s a silly punishment,” I tell him.
“Not if it works.”
He’s got me. Sighing, I suck harder on the nipple.
“There’s my good girl.”
“It’s too much,” I whine ten minutes later. There’s still a few inches left in the bottle, but I’m worried about needing to pee.
“It’s just the right amount. You need more calories, Amelia. When we get to the doctor, I’m certain he will confirm you are underweight and put you on a strict feeding schedule.”
Doctor ? “When do I have to go to the doctor?”
“As soon as we arrive on the island, Baby girl. All Littles go to the doctor within the first twenty-four hours.”
“But I’m not sick,” I argue.
“You’ll have regular wellness visits, Amelia. Every Little on the island is monitored closely by the doctors and nurses at the clinic. You’ll go every week at first.”
“Every week?” My voice squeaks.
“Yes, Baby girl. More often than that if it seems necessary.”
I’ve read books where the Littles go to the doctor. They are usually examined very thoroughly. Is that what’s going to happen? I’m panting again, and I don’t want Noah to know it, so I lift my bottle and drink more of the formula.
When it’s finally gone, I lift it up and show it to him. “Empty.”
“Good girl. You’ll be on a formula-only diet for a while, Little one.”
I shrug. “That’s okay. I don’t really like to eat many foods anyway.”
“I gathered that. This will work out perfectly for you, then.”