Chapter 7
Chapter Seven
A deep shudder races down my body at that one word. So possessive. I’m not scared. I’m turned on and pleased. To think I worried earlier today that he might not be as into my Little as he expected. Apparently my concerns were unnecessary. He’s into me.
Grabbing my hip with his free hand, he shifts his other lower and turns me so I’m plastered to his side. “Wrap your legs around me, Baby girl.”
I hold on to his neck and do as I’m told, my heart racing as I plaster my pussy to his hip while he carries me out of the bathroom and back through his home until we enter the kitchen.
Eli turns sideways when we reach the kitchen island and sets my bottom on the surface. Releasing me, he plants his hands on either side of my hips and bends forward to meet my gaze. “You’re mine, Grace,” he repeats.
I swallow. “Okay.” I want that. I don’t fully trust it, but I want to be his more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life.
“I’m going to prove it to you, sweet girl. Every single day.”
“Okay.”
He gives me a quick peck on the lips. “Okay, Daddy.”
I whimper, deciding to try it out. “Okay, Daddy.” Relief floods me. The word rolls off my tongue so naturally. I’ve been using it for years. It’s just that no one was ever on the receiving end of my conversations.
I’ve quietly had conversations with an imaginary Daddy every day of my life, though. I’ve perfected every aspect of being Little.
“Daddy… Please can I watch five more minutes of TV?”
“Daddy… I don’t want to get in the bath yet.”
“Will you read me a story, Daddy?”
“The yellow dress, Daddy.”
“Thank you, Daddy.”
“I love you, Daddy.”
Eli is watching my face as all these memories flood my mind. Finally he stands at his full height and takes a step back. For the first time since I opened my front door, he’s not touching me. I feel slightly self-conscious, and I look down and gasp when I see that my dress is up around my waist.
I reach down to pull it over my panties, but Eli stops me. “Leave it, sweet girl.”
I lift my gaze to his to find his eyes smoldering. I swallow. He’s so handsome, and I love the way he looks at me. Any insecurities I have flee the room.
“Can you sit there really still and not fall off the counter if I leave you alone for a minute, Baby girl?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Eli continues to stare at me for long seconds before groaning as he finally turns to hurry from the room.
I watch him disappear into his bedroom, and I don’t take my gaze off that spot until he’s back in my line of sight. All the air leaves my lungs when he returns.
He’s wearing a white lab coat now. When he steps back in front of me, he crosses his arms, rubs his chin with his fingers, and furrows his brow.
I shiver at the scrutiny. I feel oddly naked and exposed. The lab coat makes him look like a doctor. All he needs is a stethoscope.
Eli finally breaks his serious stance, lowers his arms, and smiles. “You have a medical fetish, don’t you, Little one?”
I frown, trying to figure out what he means. Do I? I certainly think he’s sexy in his lab coat.
He sets his palms on either side of me again, not touching me. “Do you think about being examined by a doctor, Grace?”
I hold my breath as I consider his question. I guess I do. “Yes, Sir,” I whisper. There won’t be secrets between us. Why should I bother to lie? He would see right through me.
His smile grows. “I failed to mention a few facts about Regression Island last night.”
My brows furrow.
“All Littles regularly see a doctor on the island. They get a thorough exam when they arrive and then regular checkups. Some Littles visit the clinic weekly if that’s something they crave.”
My breath hitches. “You mean it’s not a real doctor?”
“Oh, all the doctors and nurses at the clinic are real. They take care of sickness, booboos, and anything else that happens on the island. But they also fulfill a particular fetish that’s common among Littles.”
I lick my dry lips. A medical fetish… Tingles race up my spine as I ponder the implications of seeing a doctor under such circumstances. A doctor on this island he’s talking about. Surely it wouldn’t be like what I’ve read in books.
Eli pulls back a few inches, just enough to stand upright and set his hands on my bare thighs.
I flinch at the contact. His palms are huge and warm and so close to my core. For the first time in my life, I feel things I’ve never experienced. I want him to move his hands farther up my legs toward my exposed panties.
My lips part, and I start panting. The lab coat is so distracting.
Thoughts from my books are going through my head.
Visions of him taking off my dress to listen to my heart with the imaginary stethoscope.
His hand on the back of my head, holding me steady while he looks in my nose and ears.
A tongue depressor nearly making me cough in real life.
But he wouldn’t be the doctor, I realize. He would be the Daddy taking me to see the doctor. “How does that work?” I whisper so softly I barely hear myself. “I don’t know the doctor. Would he see me naked?”
Eli’s fingers inch infinitesimally closer to my pussy. “Yes, Little one. I would be right next to you the entire time. One of the doctors and a nurse would come into the exam room and do a full checkup.”
I shiver so violently that there’s no way to conceal my reaction. My mouth is dry. My panties are wet. My nipples are hard, and Eli can see them.
“No reason to be embarrassed, Grace. A good number of people who enjoy age play also enjoy medical play. It’s very common.”
“But you wouldn’t be the doctor.” I stare into his deep blue eyes.
It’s not the fact that I’m titillated by the idea of medical play that embarrasses me.
It’s the fact that strangers would be in the room, and yet I’m still turned on.
Men I do not know would come into the exam room, strip me naked, and examine my body? And this makes me horny?
“Nope. I would be the Daddy, sweet girl. Littles who live on the island eventually know all the doctors and nurses who work at the clinic. But nothing compares to the first visit when you’re expected to submit to two men you’ve never met before.
For Littles, it’s one of the most poignant experiences of their lives. ”
Eli slides his thumbs along the insides of my thighs, heightening my arousal.
“Maybe you’d like to go there sometime, Grace.”
I swallow. “With you?”
He smiles. “Definitely with me. Littles can’t go to the island alone. They have to be with a caregiver or a sponsor.”
“Do you have an apartment there like you have here?”
“I have a cabin. It’s all set up just waiting for me to meet the perfect Little girl and bring her with me.”
“Oh.” I really want to be that Little girl.
I’m scared out of my mind, but I still want to be brave enough to go to Littleworld and the island.
Of course, Eli hasn’t exactly asked me to go with him, but he’s implied his intentions.
And he’s looking at me as though he’d like nothing more than to strip me naked and examine me himself right now. I’m not opposed to the idea.
Eli’s hands move again, smoothing forward until his thumbs graze the elastic edge of my panties and he’s gripping my hips under the hem of my dress. He stares at me for a long time, holding my gaze, searching for something. Whatever it is, I think he finds it.
Finally he gives my hips a squeeze and growls. I love that sound. He did it last night, too. It’s so sexy and filled with frustration. I may be inexperienced, but I recognize lust when I hear it.
“Do you like grilled cheese, sweet girl?”
I nod slowly, startled by the sudden change of subject.
“Tomato soup?”
I nod again.
“I picked up the soup from a local deli. They have the best. But I’m going to make the grilled cheese myself. How does that sound?”
“Delicious.”
Eli lifts me off the counter and slowly lowers me down his body until I’m on my feet. My dress finally falls back into place as he takes a step away from me. He turns me around and guides me toward the kitchen table.
There’s a box on the floor that I didn’t notice before. On the top it says Adult Female Regression Kit. I thread my fingers together in front of me.
Eli pulls out a chair, sits, and backs me up between his legs so I’m facing the box. He wraps his arms around me and sets his palms on my thighs. God, I love it when he touches me there.
His lips come to my ear. “This is a starter kit for people who intend to visit Regression Island for the first time. I thought you might be curious. Why don’t you look through it while I make dinner?”
My heart races. Everything about the last twenty-four hours has been surreal. It never ends. “Okay,” I murmur. In truth, I’m both panicking and excited. I want to see what’s in the box, but what if it’s more than I’m prepared to deal with?
Eli urges me to step forward, and then he stands, releases me, and moves toward the fridge.
I glance at him. I like it better when he’s touching me. I’m shivering now that I’m alone. When I look back at the box, I see that it’s open. All I need to do is part the top and look inside.
“Feel free to explore, Little one. Take things out. Set them on the table. Ask me questions.”
“Yes, Sir,” I mumble. It takes me another minute to build up the courage. Finally I kneel in front of the box and lift the flap. I glance at Eli.
He’s looking at me from the island. “Go ahead, sweet girl. Nothing in there will bite.”
A giggle pops out of me at the suggestion.
I take a deep breath and lean over closer.
The first thing I see is a package of diapers.
I lift it out, relieved. I’m familiar with diapers.
But then I notice another pack and pick them up, too, holding them both in front of me to figure out the difference.
“Nighttime and daytime, Baby girl,” Eli informs me.
Ah. Daytime… I’ve never explored much with wetting myself in the daytime. I like the comfort of wearing them at night, but in the day… That’s another level of Little. I shouldn’t be surprised. After all, Eli said Littles do not use bathrooms on the island.
The next thing I spot is a pack of bottles and nipples. There are cleaning supplies for both. Also familiar. I’m starting to relax as I reach for the pacifiers that look similar to the kind I use. Next, a container of powdered formula.
“What’s this for?” I ask, looking toward the man who is now flipping sandwiches at the stove.
“Littles who are new to the island start off with a formula-only diet. It helps them settle into a fully regressed routine. The reason for the regression kits is that for some Littles it’s helpful to start the process here on the mainland before they ever visit the island so they’re acclimated.”
My fingers tremble as I read the side of the canister. It seems the powder contains all the nutrients and vitamins an adult Little could need for an extended period of time. They certainly take age play very seriously at this place.
I pick up a few more, smaller containers and hold them up. One says it’s a laxative. I know what that’s for. It makes me shudder. The other says glycerin suppositories. I’m pretty sure suppositories are pills that go in your butt. I nearly drop the package.
Eli squats next to me and takes both bottles from me. He holds them out. “This one helps soften stools, and this one helps Little girls empty their bowels into their diapers.”
My face heats. Poop… In a diaper. I cringe and scrunch up my nose. Gross.
“It’s part of life, sweet girl. Caregivers on the island take care of Little girls in every way.”
I glance into the box again. There are still several items, but I don’t recognize or like the looks of any of them.
Eli puts the two bottles of pills back in the box and scoops me off the floor. He kisses my neck as he carries me on his hip over to the island. It’s not until he’s lowering me onto one of the bar stools that I realize it has a booster seat attached to it.
I giggle as he settles me on the seat. I don’t mind this idea. It makes me feel Little. But my breath hitches when he pulls a strap up between my legs and fastens it to two other straps around my waist.
Eli taps my nose. “You don’t have permission to rub your pussy against the nylon, naughty girl. Sit still in your seat.”
All the blood drains from my face at his suggestion. I’m intrigued by the way he mixes adult and Little concepts together. He seems to read my mind and nails my feelings every time. What I’m experiencing must be common.
On the one hand, I’m fully in Little space.
On the other hand, he never hesitates to point out how horny it’s making me.
I’ve spent evenings practicing age play for years.
Yes, I’m aware that the concept can be titillating, especially if I’m reading a naughty book, but living alone and practicing my kink without a Daddy has caused me to miss out on the sexy part of this lifestyle.
Eli sets a plate in front of me. It’s pink plastic with a princess in the center. He has cut up my sandwich in perfect strips which will be easy to dunk in the bowl of soup he adds next. Finally he adds a sippy cup of water.
“Wait a minute for it to cool, sweet girl. It’s too hot.”
“Yes, Sir.” I watch as he fills his own plate and takes a seat next to me. I love how bossy he is. It makes my Little heart beat faster every time he makes one of his demands. They aren’t mean. They’re mostly safety related.
I find myself smiling because I really like Eli. A lot. More than a lot. I hope I’m not setting myself up for a huge hurt.