Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 79941 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79941 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
I’ll only submit if I find a gentle Dom who agrees to nothing more than light hand-spanking, she decided. No hairbrushes or paddles—and definitely no caning!
She knew lots of subs who loved the pain of being beaten—it gave them an endorphin rush like no other, they claimed. But Addison wasn’t a pain slut. For her, it was the act of submission that got her motor running—giving her body to a man she knew she could trust and letting him punish or please her as he wanted.
Too bad it’s so hard to find anyone I can trust, she thought ruefully as she stepped into the club. Or anyone who wants to hang around for aftercare once the scene is finished.
And it was really too bad she couldn’t find someone who wanted to hang around even longer—someone who wanted to take care of her and protect her and make her the little to his Big—the baby girl to his Daddy.
But it seemed she was never going to find that. After all, it was hard enough to find a man who wanted to make a regular, vanilla commitment—let alone one who was willing to let her pretend to be younger than she was and call him “Daddy.” She sighed with longing at the thought.
The Torture Palace had a small lobby with a changing area at the front, for which Addison was grateful. She couldn’t exactly wear her little clothes to work—that would have caused all kinds of questions. She took her garment bag into one of the changing rooms and locked the door behind her.
Unzipping her bag, she considered her choices. Lots of littles played more than one age and Addison had two favorites that she dressed for regularly.
She had one outfit that looked like a little girl’s party dress—something she might have worn when she was nine or ten. It was pale green with lace around the short sleeves and a demurely cut, rounded neckline that didn’t show even a hint of cleavage. The hem came down to her knees and it had lacy white ankle socks and black Mary Jane shoes to go with it. When Addison played this age, she mostly wanted a sweet, kind Daddy to hold her and cuddle her and praise her for being a “good girl.”
The shoes and socks also worked for her other Age Play outfit—the bratty, defiant teenager. It was a slutty schoolgirl uniform with a short, pleated plaid skirt and a see-through white blouse that showed her nipples clearly. When Addison played this age, she was looking for a stern Daddy Dom who would discipline her. It was this outfit she’d been wearing when the CHUDWA Dom had tied her up and caned her so hard.
Addison shivered and chose the pale green party dress. She wasn’t ready for more discipline tonight. She wished she could find a Dom who would want to hold her and cuddle her, but she knew that wasn’t likely. Most people who came to The Torture Palace wanted to play—not snuggle. So she would probably just watch a few scenes and then go home to masturbate. Watching the submission of others wasn’t as satisfying as submitting herself, but it was all she was up for right now.
The dress fit her perfectly and Addison decided to wear it without a bra. She had big breasts and prominent nipples—they stood out under the pale green fabric and made her feel sexy. She liked feeling that way, even though she was dressed as a younger little tonight.
She was usually more up for rough punishment sex when she was being a bratty teen and gentle, tender sex when she played younger. Of course—and this was the point that was so hard to explain to people who weren’t into Age Play or Daddy Play—what she was doing had nothing to do with any kind of pedophilia. It was about Dominance and Submission—about letting herself regress to a time when she’d felt safe and loved and cared for. That feeling of being loved and protected and dominated was what allowed her to open herself sexually.
Not that she’d ever really had a time when she felt all those things, Addison thought ruefully. She’d been raised by a single mother for most of her life with no father in the picture at all. But she could pretend she’d had that time—could let her inner child out to play and try to find what she’d been missing for so many years…if only she could find the right man who would play along with her.
Of course it felt like a total stereotype—a girl with no father in her life has Daddy issues. But it was the truth for Addison. She hadn’t gotten what she needed growing up and so she was looking for it now. That certainly wasn’t the case for all littles, but it was the case for her.