Chapter 5
Ricky
He was going to show me how to please him…and he was going to kiss me and touch me and do things to me.
Lots of things as long as I liked them.
I really hoped I liked all of them.
“Can we…can we make sure I like them? Is that a thing? I can do it. Emerson likes everything.” He was very open-minded, maybe? “I can like everything too.”
“Emerson might not be human, so we’re not using him as our kink guide post.” Owner’s dramatic sigh made me want to laugh. “You are required to find one thing we do that you don’t like, otherwise I won’t know if you like everything else or not.”
Really?
I glanced down at my body. “My dick will kind of make that clear and you don’t mind touching it to figure that part out…and…I’m not sure that rule is logical.”
He shrugged. “I never said my rules would be logical, just that I would have them for you.”
Okay.
Maybe?
“Them being logical is a good place to start, though, right?” The subs said Doms weren’t always logical but I’d thought they were exaggerating.
“No.” Owner opened the door to my playroom and led me in. “Rules need to either make one of us happy or aroused. They need to serve a purpose even if it’s just to make one of us hard. They need to be something I can easily monitor to know if you need to be punished or not.”
My room was very nice and had lots of pretty colors but he was confusing. “I’m not going to need to be punished. I like the idea of rewards much better.”
Owner chuckled as he picked me up and put me on what seemed to be an oversized padded changing table with some kind of slick plastic covering on the cushion. “Well, I think you’re going to be very cute when you’re stomping around because you’ve been naughty.”
Oh.
“What…what do punishments look like?” Maybe we were thinking of different things? “Is this where you’re going to dress me up?”
He had lots of stuff for me and I could see it all when I was sitting so high.
There were toys and oversized stuffed animals and even a little table where we could have a tea party.
There was even a basket of tea party stuff on a small shelf with books and he even had fun pink chairs that matched the other colors in the room that were somehow not neon pinks and yellows but not pastel ones either.
Hmm.
Did chairs usually have penises coming out of them?
Maybe they did for dolls?
Was there anything weird about the pretty dressing table with all the lights?
“Ian’s a little. He likes playing with toys and stuff like that.” He’d like my playroom. Was I supposed to invite him over to play since I had one now? “Am I going to be little?”
Ian liked it and his friends thought it was great.
“Not unless you want to.” Owner’s neutral expression and shrug made me think he didn’t mind either way. “You’re my doll and I’m going to play with you a lot of different ways. Some will be innocent and some will be naughty.”
So I was his toy…was he the little?
Oh, that meant I still wouldn’t have to do anything to make him happy.
This was getting better and better.
“What do you want to play first?” He needed to see I was going to like this and I needed to like this. “I’m going to be cute. You said so.”
Being slightly undersized was finally going to come in handy…my Owner could pick me up and do thing to me and he was going to think I looked cute when I was dressed up like the subs at Leashes & Lace. “The subs said I’d look cute in panties and stuff like that too.”
I just hadn’t pictured wearing it this way.
“They have lots of opinions.” Owner frowned but didn’t seem to be upset at me.
I wasn’t going to ask just in case I’d accidently done something but he smiled and kissed my forehead.
“I’m frustrated by their lack of boundaries with you.
It feels like they’re not…not being careful with you and I don’t like that. ”
Oh.
He was worried about his doll.
That was even cuter than me in panties.
“Thank you.” Kissing his cheek was an easy decision to make, but I wasn’t sure what to do next. Ha. It wasn’t my decision. “Now what?”
Yes. He was in charge.
“Now I decide how I’m going to play with you.” The obvious heat in his eyes made it clear he liked that plan even if it was a bit vague. “What’s the only thing you need to do?”
I really liked easy quizzes.
“Safeword if there’s a problem.” And he would do the rest. “I like this plan.”
“I thought you would.” Owner looked very pleased with himself, so even though I wasn’t sure why, I really liked it. “I think you’re going to like playing dress-up and getting kisses too.”
“I think so.” I really hoped so. “The men at Leashes & Lace always look pretty and they have fun and they make their Doms happy and they…they…”
They did stuff.
“All you’re going to think about is me.” Owner’s firm tone sent shivers through me but something about the way he was watching me had my dick trying to jump out of my pants. “I want you to think about doing what I tell you and staying hard so I can have fun playing with your body. That’s it.”
He gave the best orders.
“Obey. Stay hard.” Those were both things I knew he liked, so they made perfect sense even if he said stuff like rules didn’t need to be logical. “That’s it.”
“Good boy.” Owner ran his hand over my head and around my ear. “Those needy little wiggles are so cute, but I can’t wait until I’m going to make my pretty boy stay still and quiet for me.”
Emerson said that was really erotic, so I hoped he was right about that too.
“Dolls…dolls don’t wiggle or talk.” Their Owners did everything for them. “I…I’m going to be your good boy.”
Hopefully that was going to be just as good as being his doll was going to be.
“That’s right.” Owner’s fingers teased down my neck sending sparks through me. “But right now all you have to do is obey and stay hard to be my good boy. There will be different rules when you’re my doll, but I’m just playing with my sub tonight.”
Sub now, doll later.
Got it.
“I’m really good on that part. The hard part. And. And I can obey.” He was going to make all the decisions and that meant he couldn’t complain about anything I did. “I’m already really hard.”
I leaned back and tightened my ass to make my bulge more prominent. “See?”
“Let me check that out and see just how good my boy is being.” Owner reached down and spread my legs wider to inspect his sub.
Just the feel of his hands on my thighs and knowing he was going to play with me was amazing, but then he made it even more incredible by spreading me wider and running his hands up the side of my legs.
“These jeans made your ass look sexy but I can’t wait to see what my pretty boy looks like under his clothes. ”
“Emerson…he picked out my clothes so I’d look neutrally manly. He…he said it would make you think about dressing me up.” He was really smart about all kinds of stuff. “I wouldn’t have thought about that.”
Owner sighed and raised one eyebrow as his hands tightened and his fingers dug into me just enough to make me wonder how much trouble I’d get in if I orgasmed. It’d only take a few humps and he already said I could do that tonight.
“Pretty boy, did you let a stranger into your house to pick out your clothes for our date?” He seemed to be asking something he already knew the answer to.
That was usually when people weren’t looking for the answer I thought they were.
“You’re going to keep me safe and help me make good decisions, Master.
” That was a much better plan and I even remembered to kiss his cheek because the subs all agreed how cute that looked.
Other men might not care one way or the other, but Owner liked cute things even when he was probably Master. “Thank you.”
He smiled.
Ha.
It was gone in a flash, but I knew I’d made him happy somehow.
“You’re right. I’m going to keep you safe and we’re going to have firm rules on how we deal with strangers. Especially strangers who’re strange.” Before I could tell him that I didn’t think they were strangers or that weird, his hand cupped my dick and squeezed. “Aren’t we?”
“Yes.” That. He. “Yes, Master.”
“Good boy.” He was pleased but that didn’t mean he was ready to let me go. No. Master knew who I belonged to. “You’re going to obey and stay hard. Focus on that part.”
Obey.
Stay hard.
“I…I’ll be your good boy.” It’d be easy to do if he kept holding me. “A good boy…yes…”
Wow.
He didn’t say I had to be still, so I wasn’t too worried when I rocked my hips, but I hadn’t expected him to keep his grip on me or for it to tug like that.
My eyes rolled back in my head and it was like lightning was firing through me even though I knew I hadn’t come yet. He might not know that, though, so I told him as I rocked and pulled again. “I…I didn’t come yet. You’re…you’re in charge of that.”
Ha.
I was amazing.
I’d remembered the rules and I found something fun.
“That’s right. I’m in charge of orgasms for my pretty little pain slut.” Master seemed very pleased with my new status but I wasn’t sure he knew what being a slut meant. That was okay, though. Emerson said half of being a good sub and ninety percent of being a good doll was playing pretend.
“You like that.” Master did too based on how he tightened his grip when I rocked again. “Such sweet sounds from my needy boy.”
The moan might’ve technically sounded needy but I wasn’t sure how I would’ve described my squeak when I moved too big somehow.
“I…I found the part I might not like. I like…I like little tugs. Yes. Big tugs are…are big.” There was probably a better word but figuring it out was impossible when I was getting more little tugs. “Little ones…little ones are…”
Nice.
Yes.
Very nice.
“You’ve given me so many new ideas about how I can play with you.” Master chuckled when I moaned again and braced my hands on the changing table, but it sounded wicked. “If you like tugs and rocking, I know of a toy I need for my sexy doll.”
Oh.
I.
He.
He kept chasing my words out of my head.
Oh.
That wasn’t nice.
He released my cock.
“Pouts won’t get you what you want, pretty boy.” Master shrugged when I tried to do it better. “Nope.”
Emerson had finally failed me.
“It’s my turn to play.” He sounded serious about that, but once I caught my breath, I knew I could make a good case for both of us having fun playing tug. “And I’m going to play dress-up with my pretty boy before he gets to play tug again.”
That wasn’t a bad plan.
“Do…” He really was going to get me naked and make me pretty. He took off my shirt. “Do you think I could come from playing tug?”
Could we do that?
“Yes.” Master nodded confidently as he turned me and laid me down on the changing table. “It might take us some time to figure out just the right amount of pain for you to orgasm, but I felt how your cock responded to your big tug.”
Master started taking off my shoes and socks as my head cleared enough for me to remember I was supposed to tell him what I was thinking. “It…I think it was too big too soon? I don’t know. It made me squeak but it wasn’t that bad? Maybe?”
Was that enough information?
“Then we’ll start with tugs that big as a yellow on your list.” Master shrugged as he reached for my pants and started to take them off me. “But you’re going to have to remember that part when you play tug.”
“Oh.” That wasn’t going to be easy. “How can we make you in charge of that?”
He laughed.
“We’ll play other games where I’m going to be in charge of giving you lots of good pain, but you were playing tug.” Master would’ve been easier to manipulate into giving me my way if he’d have looked at me, but he was too busy getting me naked. “I think I’m going to enjoy watching you play tug.”
That sounded…
“You’re going to enjoy watching me?” Really? “Like I’m one of the subs at Leashes & Lace?”
Having a Master was going to be fun.