Chapter 23
Cece
Some Masters really did like to control everything…I’d thought the internet was exaggerating but that was clearly not the case.
Thank goodness.
He was smart enough to know when his doll needed to pee and he even had a pretty pink bathroom for me with a special seat on the toilet. No splashing and it made me feel more like a doll because I’d seen old commercials about dolls that sat down to go potty.
My Owner had thought of everything.
“We need a plan for if I have to poop.”
Oops.
Shoot.
I was supposed to wait to bring that up until after playtime was over.
Thankfully, Master chuckled and kissed my head as he sat down on the edge of the tub next to me. This bathroom was smaller than the big one, but it was perfectly doll-sized. “No pouting. You did a very good job being a wonderful doll.”
Whew.
“I like being a baby doll. My thoughts just couldn’t wait.” It’d been more interesting than I’d expected. “It was relaxing and you had so much fun.”
Both of those were important.
“You liked me being there to keep you company while you worked, right?” He nodded. That was good too because I’d liked watching him. “I have a swing.”
He knew that, but it popped out too.
“What did you think of the swing?” Master ran his hand over my head as I finished, and my thoughts about that couldn’t wait either.
“You put me on the toilet and said it was potty time, so that means you really can’t complain that I had to use the bathroom.
” That seemed logical but people weren’t always logical even if Master was always nice.
“A lot of subs online said their Doms liked to control everything. I think you fall into that category, but I want to make sure we’re on the same page. ”
Because I’d really needed to pee by the time I finished my bottle.
“Yes.” Master stood up and kissed my head again before getting a wipe from the pretty box on the back of the counter. “I fall into the side of being happy to control everything, so you read that right.”
It’d been his idea, so I probably shouldn’t be too proud of myself, but I was still proud of myself.
“That makes sense, but it still seemed important to talk about it.” Master liked communication. “What about doing other things?”
As Master reached down and wiped my cock with the warm cloth that I hadn’t realized would be warm, my brain jumped around again. “I think I found a limit. I don’t want to do that in front of you.”
I wasn’t sure why but it felt like a good limit.
“I think that’s a reasonable one.” As he threw away the wipe, he stood me up and fixed my panties. “It’s one that a lot of people have.”
A lot of people…
“People like littles and dolls?” Who else did this? “Are there other people?”
I hadn’t gotten to the potty part of the internet yet.
“Yes, those are options but some general Doms and subs have rules set up where the sub has to ask to use the bathroom.” When I was all set, Master took my hand and led me out to the chair.
He needed more cuddles, so I petted his head as we sat down, making him smile.
“There are all kinds of different levels to a relationship between a Dominant and a submissive, but there are some where it’s complete submission. ”
“When do I have to decide how I feel about that?” I needed to figure out my limits, but I didn’t know that right off the bat. “How do you feel about that?”
Master winced.
He was so cute.
“I want what makes you happy, pretty boy.”
He was very cute.
“We both can’t just make decisions on how to make each other happy, Master.” Especially when we both knew what he was thinking. “You like the idea of having lots of control.”
It wasn’t a question but he sighed and nodded. “Yes.”
This seemed like one of those situations where someone had tried to make him feel bad for liking what he liked.
“Thank you for making sure I knew that.” He needed a cheek kiss, but I also did my best to look adorable so he wouldn’t worry. “It makes it easier for me to think about what I like too.”
Having a starting place was very helpful.
“You’re going to think about what would make you happy, though.” Master gave me a serious expression but it was so cute I wanted to smile. “This isn’t just about me.”
Well, it was a lot about him because he had all the opinions at the moment.
“This is about both of us.” More cheek kisses were necessary because my Master was frowning again. “But it’s okay for me to use your limits as a starting point until I figure out my own.”
Oh, he was going to be stubborn.
“I don’t have a starting point, Master.” Did he forget that already? “You’re my first everything. I’m not even sure I can call the dates I tried to go on dates because I never got dessert. If they have emergences before dessert, I don’t think I can call it a date.”
He winced.
Okay, maybe we were on the same page with that too.
“I’m going to remind you that I like being your first and I brought you home to give you dessert.” Master gave me a quick peck before snuggling me against him so my head was on his shoulder. “I also kept you last night, so it was obvious I liked you a lot.”
He did.
He also worried a lot.
“But being so new, I either need to be on the everything scares me side or the let’s see what this is like side.
” Master went still, so maybe he didn’t know about the sides?
“All the subs online talk about either being nervous at first and having tiny steps into BDSM or throwing themselves into it. Neither of those sounds like a good idea.”
He’d probably find more to worry about with either of them.
“So I’m going to be smart and use your limits until I figure out what I like. You’re thoughtful and smart and very educated about your limits, so I think that’s the best plan.” Randomly trying to figure them out on my own seemed ridiculous.
“I’m going to have to think about that, pretty boy. My first reaction was to tell you it doesn’t work that way, but I’m having trouble organizing my thoughts enough to explain why.” Master just didn’t want to admit I was right.
Being stubborn about some stuff was okay…especially when he was being stubborn about protecting me.
“You’re confident about what you like because you’ve thought about it a lot. I like that.” One of us being new and confused was more than enough. “I know to tell you when I’ve found a limit, like pooping. That’s a good limit and I found it on my own.”
Master’s chest jerked but he didn’t laugh out loud. “You’re right. You found a limit and you made it clear right away.”
“See?” Petting his chest, I nuzzled against his neck because he seemed to need a distraction. “I found a limit but I’m also finding that I like being owned. So you can’t complain about something we both like. That’s not even reasonable for a Dom who doesn’t think rules need to be reasonable.”
His laugh escaped that time, but he also gave me a kiss. “I’m not sure I like you using what I said against me.”
Ha.
He had a very smart boy even if his boy got confused sometimes.
“I’m glad we have so much in common, but yes, I want you to tell me when you have questions or when something feels like you’ve discovered a limit.
” Master was relaxing more because his hug was turning into pets and cuddles, and the chair was gliding faster.
“Do you think you found any limits with the plug?”
I couldn’t help it…I giggled.
“You called it a binkie.” For my ass. “I was confused at first but I figured it out. I was sucking on it so that made it a binkie.”
His chest jerked again but he nodded and tried to sound serious. “Yes, that was my logic too. What did you think about that?”
That it was funny?
Hmm?
“I think putting it in downstairs was a good decision.” I’d have been distracted otherwise. “Going up the stairs was fine, though, maybe because I was used to it by then? Um, it wasn’t too big or too small. And…and what else do I think?”
I had to have more thoughts.
My brain always had more thoughts.
“I think having my binkie in when I was in my swing was nice because it made it relaxing but not too relaxing. I don’t know the right words for that but I definitely wasn’t bored when you were working.
” He’d also liked it too because he’d kept looking at my lap and smiling.
“I think I’d need a longer one to come? Or maybe a binkie that vibrates? ”
I’d seen those online and the models had talked about them too.
Master’s pleased hum said he liked that idea. “I think that sounds like a good scene for a doll that’s been very good and needs a reward.”
Yay.
“I’m always good.” And we weren’t going to forget that. “I’ve been very good today.”
Even if it’d been kind of weird in some parts.
“I’m going to keep being good for our other plans, though.” No matter what those were. “What are our plans, Master?”
Hmm.
He needed information.
“I’m going to be hungry eventually because Emerson ate half my cookie even though he hates raisins and I’m not sure how long milk will keep me full.” Did he need to know anything else? “If I’m going to have more sleepovers here, I think I need stuff from my other house.”
Hmm.
That was it.
Master made a happy sound as I wiggled on his lap to remind him about what else we were going to do later. “Well, how about we go over to your other house and pick up some of your stuff to have at this house here, and then I’ll take my boy out for a late lunch date?”
“A date?” Sitting up, he stole a kiss before I could ask him about our date. “What kind of date?”
Master pretended to look very thoughtful. “A getting to know my boyfriend and sub date. We had an audience on the restaurant part of our first date and then we got distracted here in the playroom. So I have lots of questions for you still.”
A boyfriend and sub date.
“What kind of questions are you going to ask me?” I needed to prepare. “What should I ask you?”
Oops.
Master’s thinking face turned into an actual thinking face.
“Are there any right or wrong questions for you to ask me?” His expression made the answer clear so I immediately shook my head. “Is there a right or wrong way for us to have a date?”
“No, Master.” At least that question was easy to answer. “I just like…I like making sure I’m doing new things in ways you’re expecting.”
And yes, he’d fed me dessert, but I still wanted our dates to go smoothly.
I was pretty sure that meant mentally preparing but he didn’t seem to see it that way.
“Are there any right or wrong questions for me to ask you?” He was going to be stubborn, but he liked it when I shook my head. “Is there anything date-related that could be right or wrong?”
Ha.
“Yes.” I managed not to laugh but his smile peeked out. “Where we go. I don’t like sticky things and I don’t know if I like sushi or stuff like that.”
Chuckling, Master liked my answer. “My smart boy. Okay, we’ll do something simple this time but we’ll start exploring food that Grandma didn’t like later.”
Yep.
My Master was very smart.
“Then we’ll come home and…and finish our date?” What was the best way to ask when I was going to get to have more sexy time? “There are lots of ways we can have fun.”
Master pressed his lips together as he nodded but it took him a second to get his silly sense of humor under control. “That’s right. I’ve also promised you a spanking and to lose your virginity.”
Yay.
This was definitely going to be considered my first date.