Chapter 22 #2
When was the last time he’d gone to the bathroom?
How much coffee had he drunk?
He’d made some kind of offhand comment about not really liking it, which I should’ve questioned more, but I was starting to wonder if he’d bought it for looks or if he’d drunk any of it. If he didn’t like it, we needed to go over other socially acceptable options that he’d like better.
But that would wait until after we’d played in a new way.
Going with the assumption that he’d only sipped on the coffee, I was fairly certain he didn’t need to use the bathroom yet. He seemed to be thinking about it, though, but that might’ve been because I’d already mentioned things like diapers and wetting dolls.
Neither of which he’d questioned too much.
“Now he’s going to be a drinking baby doll.” When I had his bottle ready, I unbuckled him and picked him up, loving the faint squeak that he’d tried to hold back.
Ass binkies seemed to be something he enjoyed, so I made a mental note to order a few more in different styles and colors. “My pretty doll likes his binkies.”
Oh, that brain of his was going a thousand miles an hour, but he was doing his best to be a good doll. All those questions would come out sooner or later, but for the time being they were running around in his brain.
And keeping him very hard and wonderfully distracted.
There was no way he could be bored with that many sexy thoughts whirling around and I was just adding to them every second and with every jostle of the plug.
“We’re going to have cuddle time with your bottle, then I’ll take my baby doll to the potty.
” Cece tensed but it seemed to be more about holding back his reactions than reacting negatively.
I was definitely pushing his limits on how many questions and thoughts he could hold back, and eventually my pretty doll was going to pop like a balloon.
He was doing so well, it was impressive to watch considering how impulsive he was.
“We’re going to have so much fun.” I thought I’d made my feelings on more sensitive kinds of playtime clear, but I did my best to show that I didn’t have any worries about it through my tone and chatter. “I like getting to take care of my pretty baby doll.”
Kissing his head, I put him down by the stairs and turned him to face them. “We’re going to carefully walk up the stairs, pretty baby.”
No hesitation.
He was just as deliberate in his movements as he’d been earlier, but nothing showed he was hesitant about going to the playroom. I could still almost hear the wheels in his head moving faster, but he simply waited for me as we got to the top of the stairs.
Nothing I associated with fear or him discovering a limit was showing as I picked him up again. The closest I got was another ass clench and shiver as he sucked on the plug. “Binkies are so much fun.”
I was expecting thoughts on the binkie once he was my boy again, but for the time being I let him think as I carried him over to the chair and got us settled. When the mouth binkie was back out and the bottle was in, I started gliding us back and forth. “Such a good baby doll.”
Kissing his head again got a soft sound from him, but it could’ve been because he liked being able to relax as I cuddled him. The more he shared about his past, the more I realized he wasn’t just a cuddly sub, he was severely touch starved and didn’t seem to realize it.
I had a feeling Grandma hadn’t been the cuddly type, so I wasn’t sure how long it’d been since anyone had given him even completely innocent hugs.
Asking didn’t seem like a good idea either because I wasn’t sure he realized how unique his upbringing had been.
On some level he realized it’d been unhealthy in a lot of ways, but we still had a lot of ground to cover before I could get the full picture.
Like how long he’d lived with his parents before his grandmother had gotten custody of him and what led her to be just a bit nuts.
“My thirsty baby.” The past could wait, though. He was happy and thriving and getting his questions answered. We’d take the rest one step at a time, and I’d just arrange our life so I could give him as much attention as possible.
At the moment, that meant bottle time and cuddles, and later maybe a massage and kisses, but we’d see where his mind went as we got closer to spankings and orgasms.
His focus seemed to still be on the bottle and potty time, though, because he was barely sucking on his lower binkie as he sucked on his bottle. Most of his twitches seemed to be potty related but nothing said immediate need until he was almost finished and his sucking came to a halt.
“Potty time.” Making sure to sound excited, I set his bottle down on the table by the chair and then reached between his legs and shifted his panties over. “We can do binkie time again later.”
Easing it out was simple but his squeak had me wondering how he would’ve described it. I’d have to figure that out later, though, because talking about the bathroom seemed to make the need to go stronger based on how tense he was.
I pretended to ignore it as I took him into the bathroom, but I was watching for fears or newly discovered limits to occur to him.
Nothing.
I could see questions as he took in the bathroom and I knew his mind was racing as I stood him next to the toilet, but even as I pulled down his panties and got him into place, he didn’t react negatively.
We’d have to see how long that lasted, though, because I was pretty sure we’d hit the point where questions and potty time clearly couldn’t wait.