Chapter 7
Ricky
No rushing.
Oh. That was.
Rushing was so nice, though.
No humping.
No moaning.
“What if we shift it just a tiny bit?” Frowning like it was a serious conversation, Master looked like the perfect Owner as he pulled down the front of my panties and tried to gently move it a few degrees up like it was the hand on a clock.
Unfortunately for both of us, it sprang back to the same place, getting a sigh from Master and a barely contained moan from me.
Why was that so sexy? Why wouldn’t my dick behave and stay where he put it?
“Hmm. I might need to get you tighter panties to hold this naughty penis in place…unless I find another alternative.”
Alternative?
I hadn’t even seen anything online to give my brain fantasy material to work with, but somehow the not knowing made it all even more erotic. Like a sexy scary movie where the characters couldn’t decide if they wanted to orgasm or scream and run.
“I’ve never used body tape on a pretty doll before.” Patting my dick, he chuckled as he leaned over and kissed my cheek. “I’m going to have so many firsts with you pretty thing.”
Wow.
He’d.
Would that…
Could he…
“You’ve given me something new to research but let’s see what we’re going to do for the time being.” The mix of cheerful and seriousness in his tone was fucking with my head and making it impossible to categorize the scene. Was it playful and pretend? Was it serious? Was it silly?
“Let’s try the other side.” His one-sided chatter made me feel less real in a weird way but it also got crazy mixed emotions from me.
Not talking back was so hard, but it was so good. I couldn’t respond, but I wasn’t supposed to either, so it meant I couldn’t even tell him what I thought of the scene. I just had to obey and be good. Obey and be good. That meant stay still and quiet and let him play with my cock.
“Such a pretty penis.” He chuckled as he shifted it to the other side and fidgeted with it like he was getting an anatomically correct Ken doll ready to play very dirty games. “Hmm. Not sure that looks right either.”
The panties were so soft, every tiny adjustment he made as he barely touched my cock was like the sweetest form of torture. He had to have known it but he ignored it completely as he made thinking sounds and studied the front of my panties. “Let’s try pointing this cutie down.”
Oh god.
The new, weird tugging sensation had my eyes rolling back in my head but I managed not to moan too loudly and I kept humping to a minimum. He was going to have to give me a wonderful reward later, but for now he had to pretend not to notice how good I was.
Master just kept making thinking sounds and studying me like I really was inanimate. “Oh, that’s cute.”
He thought my cock was cute.
Master really liked cute things, so I knew how good that was to him.
“I’m going to have to get my pretty doll a cage.” The almost silly tone with the matter-of-fact delivery had me almost missing the fact that he was talking about a cock cage. “Oh, and a cock ring. Yes…that’s what we’re missing. Restraints to keep this pretty penis sweet looking.”
Locking up my dick.
We were missing locking up my dick.
“Then it’ll be soft and cute.” He chuckled as he tickled the end of my dick that was tucked between my legs, straining the panties. “This is fun too, though.”
Because there were lots of ways he could play with his doll.
Oops.
Moaned.
Once I could talk again, I was going to make sure he knew it wasn’t my fault. That was basically tickling my dick, so I couldn’t be held responsible for the results.
Ha.
I’d found my first limit so he couldn’t worry.
“This will work for the time being.” He seemed more confident about the whole dick between the legs thing than I thought was reasonable, but I wasn’t supposed to talk and probably wasn’t supposed to question how he was playing with me.
“You’re so cute.” He might’ve thought I was cute but he frowned as he started studying me again. “I need a name for my pretty doll. Just being nameless won’t work in the long run.”
Not if he was going to keep me.
“No worries.” He gave his doll a cheek kiss before stroking my head, but he wasn’t really seeing me me. He was seeing doll me. I wasn’t sure how I knew there was a difference but there was…I also wasn’t sure why it was so sexy but it was.
This was much better than just randomly dating, but I really wished someone would’ve told me a long time ago how nice it would be to have an Owner. Someone to make the decisions and have fun without me having to jump through a thousand hoops was amazing.
And he touched me so much…little kisses and soft strokes…pets and tugs…all while I was completely tied down.
This had to be the best kinky part of BDSM and more people needed to understand it.
Obey and stay hard.
Owner gave the best instructions ever.
They were relaxing and simple and all I had to do was stay still and think about all the wonderful things he might do to me his sub and me his doll.
Tugs and spanks and dress-up games and panties…
they kept rolling round and round in my head until between the wonderful touches he was giving me and all the wonderful things he could do to me, I felt heavy and like my panties were some kind of weighted blanket.
“That’s right. Such a pretty doll.” Even releasing the straps that held me down to the changing table didn’t take the floaty feeling away, but I was going to tell him later how good being safe was. “My sweet doll. So good for your Owner.”
Good dolls got pretty clothes because as Owner sat up his pretty doll, he slipped a swirl of soft pink fabric over my head. The way he moved my arms as he propped me up made it feel like I was watching him from far away.
I’d never felt more relaxed and even the questions that’d been running around in my head slowed until I knew they could wait.
“You’re so pretty.” When my nightgown thing was resting around me, he ran his hand over the front and smiled when he got to the bottom of it, gently stroking his fingers over the front of the panties. “And you’ll be even prettier with a cock ring on so you remember who owns you.”
He was so excited about that…about owning me.
Best kinky thing ever.
Somehow it got even better as he picked up his doll and carried it over to the big chair in the corner and carefully positioned his doll in his lap. “I knew you’d look beautiful dressed up for me the first time I saw you standing there with Emerson. You’re cuddly and kissable, though.”
He proved it by barely brushing his lips against my cheek and slowly gliding us back and forth in the chair. “We’ll play more kissing games later, but now it’s cuddle time.”
Cuddle time involved rocking and kissing and hugs and petting me until I felt heavier. It was almost like the best kind of tired and I’d never felt anything like it. Even the way he was gently stroking over my barely covered cock had the blanket feeling tightening around me.
When the blanket slowly became lighter, I wiggled before I realized what I was doing. “Oops.”
Oh.
Thankfully, Master chuckled and kissed my head. “There’s my pretty boy.”
“Where’d I go? Can I talk now? Where did you say you got my clothes?
Did you know I’d like being tied up? Can I call it tied up when I was buckled onto the changing table to keep me from falling off?
I’m kind of wiggly sometimes, so that was good planning on your part.
” His bark of laughter said he might’ve already figured that part out.
“What was your favorite part of playing so far? We played, right? This isn’t like my dates usually go, so I want to make sure we’re on the same page. ”
It seemed like the right word for it but hobbies always had their own vocabularies and I hadn’t explored this one before. I knew what words to use if he wanted to cross stitch or crochet, but this was new.
That was alright, though.
New wasn’t bad.
It just meant I needed to learn how to do it and I could do that. I was really good at diving into something new and figuring it out.
He just wasn’t a craft.
“Yes, I think saying we were playing was a good way to put it or you could’ve talked about it using the word scene…
think of it like a scene in a play.” Master sat me up a little but kept me tucked close to his body.
“What else? Oh. Yes, you can talk now. I’m very curious to hear what you think, and your mind was starting to clear, so it was a good time to end the scene. ”
I hadn’t fucked it up.
Amazing.
“I think having to stay still and quiet while you were feeling good helped you relax so much you were floating.” He seemed to like how well-behaved I’d been too based on the smile he gave me and the way he was running his hand over my head.
“You stayed very relaxed for me and did a wonderful job, and once your mind started to clear, I knew it was time for us to switch gears.”
Switching gears.
Yes, because we weren’t done yet.
“I get to stay, right?” Oh. Hadn’t meant to ask that one. “This was just the first part?”
“That’s correct.” He kissed my nose that time and the arm that was wrapped around the front of me shifted and came up to start petting my chest. “And a courier showed up right before I left for dinner earlier with a box of goodies from Leashes & Lace. I’m pretty sure it was from Emerson but the man told me it was from the ‘crazy screaming man’ but not to worry because he had all his clothes on this time. ”
Giggling, I collapsed into Master. “Emerson told Eli to send me pretty clothes. Eli is very…boisterous and he’s usually kind of naked. But it’s for work so that’s okay.”
I didn’t know why everyone was surprised at seeing half-naked men wandering around a lingerie and kink business.
Master’s chest jerked but he tried to look serious and raised one eyebrow. “Who decides where you get naked, pretty boy?”
“You.” Because he was my Master and Owner. “I will make sure to call and ask if I can get naked somewhere.”
Master rolled his eyes but nodded once they were focused on me again. “Good boy.”
I was a good boy who got another kiss.
But at some point, I was going to have to ask how we went from cute kisses to more of the dirty kind. I was going to like both, but I was going to need more research to figure out which one would be my favorite. That meant hands-on research since it looked like the online stuff was in the past.
I had a Master.
“I’m going to be a very good boy for you, Master.” Okay, maybe the cute kisses were nice and just fit sometimes because I had to give him one that time. “I’m going to remember the rules and let you know when I’ve been very good so you can reward me.”
Master tried to keep his smile looking wicked, but I could see he wanted to give me big happy laughs too. “I have a feeling you’re going to be very good at making sure I know when you get a reward, so I’ll make sure to have a list to pick from.”
Yay.
Hmm.
Looking down at myself, I did a little wiggle on his lap. “Getting dressed up and getting kisses would be a reward for both of us. I didn’t realize I’d like this so much.”
Master ran his finger along the lace edge at the top of the nightgown, barely skimming the top of my pecs and sending a shiver through me. “Were you just curious about the models and the lingerie or did you want to explore the modeling?”
Oh.
What was the right answer?
“Um, I’m not a stalker.”
Yes. That had to be a good place to start.