Brea
When we first sit down for lunch, I’m quiet and nervous. Elaine is bustling around making sure we have everything. I’ve gotten used to Daddy serving me my meals, but it still feels like I’m on the wrong side of the deal sometimes, like I should be helping Elaine.
Either Daddy told her what kind of cup and plate to have ready for me or she’s insightful because not only is there a purple sippy cup for me but a purple partitioned plate.
Daddy fills my plate, making sure the different foods don’t touch. The delicious-looking pasta goes in the largest section, garlic cheese bread in one of the smaller ones, and cinnamon apples in the last compartment.
“I heard you like bright colors,” Elaine states as she hands me matching silverware with fat plastic hand grips.
“Yes, ma’am.” I feel incredibly awkward, but Elaine acts like nothing is out of the ordinary.
Elaine holds up the sippy cup next. “What would you like to drink, sweetie? Milk? Water? Apple juice?”
I glance at Daddy. “May I have apple juice?” He’s never offered me that, and my instinct is to defer to him, though I stop just short of adding Sir or Daddy.
“How about half apple juice, half water?” he proposes.
I nod. “Thank you.”
Elaine seems beyond pleased to serve me. As she hands me the cup, she smiles. “I made chocolate chip cookies for dessert.”
I smile. “I love chocolate chip cookies.”
“Great. Enjoy your lunch.” She scurries around putting a few things in the sink and then leaves the room.
“She’s not going to eat with us?” I ask Daddy.
“I’ve told her to sit down and eat with me over a hundred times, but she insists she prefers to eat after everyone else. There’s no arguing with her.”
“Amy eats with the guests at Blossom Ridge,” I point out.
“Yep.”
“I think Elaine should eat with you.”
“I agree, Little one.” He sits next to me and pulls my chair closer to the table. “She’s a busy beaver, much like someone else I know.” He winks at me. “I’m not sure I’ve ever seen her sit and relax.”
“I sit and relax,” I point out.
He chuckles. “Only when I threaten to punish you if you don’t.”
He’s right. Can’t argue that point. I pick up my fat plastic fork and dig into the pasta. The first bite makes me moan. The white sauce is thick and rich and delicious. There are strips of chicken and several vegetables, notably not carrots.
While we eat, Daddy tells me more about this house and how much of it he built himself. He loves this house. It’s his dream home. The thought makes me nervous. It drills into my head that I’m an imposter in his life.
I could never live here full-time. For one thing, I have a job I love. For another thing, I wouldn’t fit in. I keep reminding myself of this, and yet, every time I look at Daddy, he’s smiling at me. He’s happy. I make him happy.
He makes me happy too. But is it enough? We’re from different worlds. Not just from them. We still live in different worlds. Our worlds can collide at Blossom Ridge because it’s a magical place where adults can relax and play a role they might not be able to assume in their everyday lives.
I’ve learned over the past several weeks that some of the guests only get to practice age place sparingly. Some only do so a few hours a week when they’re at a club. Some have told me their trip to the Ridge was the first time they’d ever been able to practice consistent age play for an entire week without breaking from the role.
That makes me sad. I really enjoy the dynamic I’ve fallen into. I still work every day, but even when I’m working, I’m mostly Little. I follow Daddy’s rules and dress in the clothes he chooses. I do grownup work and make adult decisions about the housekeeping, but I’m always Little.
Apparently, most people don’t have that luxury. They have to be adults in the real world—the vanilla world as Daddy calls it. They have to fix their hair, put on makeup, wear heels and dresses. They might be lawyers or accountants during the day. Grownup jobs that require grownup attire and behavior.
When we’re done eating, I carry our plates to the sink to rinse them while Daddy heads to the truck to grab our overnight bags. He’s back before I’m done, and he helps me finish before leading me up the back stairs and into the master bedroom.
“You’re going to have to nap in my bed today, kitten. I’ll try to make sure you’re snuggly so you can rest.”
“Okay.” I stare at the bed. I’m kind of giddy about sleeping in the place he usually sleeps. Will I also sleep here tonight? I like that idea even more. It’s a large bed. We could possibly share it without touching, but I hope that’s not what happens.
I’m glad Daddy shut the bedroom door when he reaches for the hem of my sweater. “Arms up, kitten.”
I let him pull the warm clothing over my head and then hold his shoulders while he removes my shoes, socks, and then black leggings. I shiver for a second in nothing but my white panties and camisole.
Daddy quickly pulls the covers back before scooping me up and depositing me in the middle of the bed. After pulling the covers up and tucking them in all around me, he piles pillows on both sides of me and then produces my doll from the overnight bag.
I reach out for her grinning. “You remembered Violet.”
He chuckles. “Did you finally name her?”
“Yes. Violet since she has purple clothes.”
“Perfect. Are you warm enough?”
I nod as I wiggle Violet down under the covers with me. Napping is still a foreign concept, but I’ve stopped arguing about it. For one thing, he’s right. I always feel better after, even though most days I don’t actually fall asleep until about halfway through my naptime.
“I need to meet the movers now. They’ll be here any minute. I’ll come check on you in a while, okay?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He pulls a book out of my overnight bag next and sets it on the bed a few feet away from me. “If you wake up and I’m not here, you can read for a while. It might take a few hours to get the games loaded onto the moving truck.”
“Okay, Daddy. I’ll be fine.”
He points toward the bathroom. “Be careful climbing out of bed if you need to potty. This mattress is high off the ground.”
“I will.” I watch him as he tries to think of every detail. He’s the best Daddy in the world. So thoughtful and kind and patient and helpful and handsome and smart and funny and strong.
He kisses me and then leaves the room, shutting the door behind him. I’m sure he’s told Elaine that I’ll be sleeping in his room, so I’m not worried about her coming in.
The sheets don’t smell like Daddy. Not surprising. I’m sure they were recently laundered and pressed before being put on the bed. They wouldn’t smell like him until after he’s slept here. It’s kind of disappointing. I wish I could lie here inhaling his scent.
Maybe tonight. There are a lot of maybes about tonight. Regardless of my doubts about our future together, I’d really like him to have sex with me. I know he worries that I’ll be disappointed later in my life if we take that final step together and then split up. He doesn’t say it precisely that way, but I know it’s what he’s thinking.
The truth is I don’t care anymore. I want him. I want him inside me. If anything ever happens to break us apart, I’d be sad to have not experienced sex with him. I would never regret it.
This entire arrangement has made my life richer and fuller. I understand myself better. I have a rosier outlook on life. I’m studying hard so I can get my high school diploma. I’ve even thought about taking college classes.
Two months ago, those ideas would never have entered my mind. But that was the old me, the one who was ignorant about everything. The one who’d been kept in the dark for twenty-four years, making me awkward and uncomfortable in public.
This new me is lighter and freer. She smiles and laughs and enjoys pleasurable things that range from movies and games to sex. My gray life is now colorful.
I curl up on my side, hugging Violet to my chest. My first doll that is all mine. I don’t have to share her. She waits for me exactly where I put her every day and night. She’s soft and comforting. Her permanent smile makes me happy when I look at her. Even when I’m feeling uncertain or down.
I close my eyes intending to go to sleep, but as usual, my brain goes off on a tangent, visualizing Daddy touching me. Part of why I enjoy naptime is because I usually take the time to touch myself when I’m alone in my bed.
Daddy is downstairs helping the moving people. I know Elaine won’t walk in. I’m squirming already as I slide my hand under my shirt and find my nipple. I’ve been more stressed than usual today. I have pent-up anxiety that needs release.
I’ve gotten better at being quiet too. I roll partway onto my tummy, bending my top leg and sliding my knee toward my chest, opening my sex. I slip my hand down under my torso and cup my pussy before stroking myself over my panties.
It’s not enough. It’s just a tease. But I’m aroused already from the last hour of submitting to Daddy at lunch and then back in this room. I wonder if he has any idea how horny I get when he’s bossy and controlling.
When I think back on everything he said in the last five minutes alone, my nipples stiffen. I’m pinching one while I ease my fingers into my panties and find my clit. I’m wet. Not surprising.
My mind wanders to a possible future scenario, one where Daddy is in this bed with me later tonight. First, he slowly strips all of his clothes off while I watch, and then he climbs in beside me completely naked.
I purse my lips as the images rush forward. He reaches for me, pulls me against him. He pushes my nightie off so my breasts flatten against his pecs. His erection nestles between my legs. It’s warm and stiff.
There are holes in my imagination because I don’t actually know what his penis looks like or feels like. I don’t have a clue. But I bet it’s thick and hard and wetness surely leaks from the tip. Semen.
I bite into my bottom lip at the thought of tasting him. He tastes me all the time. I want to return the favor. I must. I really hope tonight will be the night.
I rub my clit faster and then thrust two fingers into my vagina. I groan softly as my tight channel stretches. It doesn’t take long for me to reach that blissful place where everything comes to a complete stop while I hover on the edge of nirvana. And then I’m falling, and it feels so good. The pulses make my entire body tremble.
It’s over too soon, and I’m left panting, sprawled out on my tummy. What I have no doubt of is that I’m ready to have actual sex with Daddy. Now I just need to convince him. I’m persuasive. I bet I can get him to see my way before we go to bed tonight.
I’m grinning as I plot, and I glance toward the bathroom, coming up with an idea.