Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 74803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Groaning, Ruslan went back to being delightfully dramatic. “I have to be a good grown-up and tell you what I want.”
It would be painful but it was necessary.
“Unfortunately.”
He didn’t see the irony in my response. “I’m glad you understand, Daddy.”
Drama queen.
“We can go as slow as we need to, though.” I wasn’t going to rush him to open up just because it was what I needed.
“But I want to come tonight. I want you to give me a bath next time I’m little, so I’ve got to tell you that.” He was so wound up in all the drama about talking to me that he didn’t seem to realize he was talking to me. “I’m going to have to tell you how much I like spankings, Daddy. That’s hard.”
He was the most fascinating drama queen I’d ever met…and he didn’t even realize why that last part was funny.
“I know, but we’ll get through it.” Giving him a hug and doing my best not to laugh, I sighed like I knew how terrible it was going to be for him. “What’s the toughest part? What’s going to make you want to pout and stomp your foot?”
He still thought the whole conversation was perfectly reasonable.
“Having to tell you that I like toys. That’s not easy. And then I have to tell you that I’ve got stuff and that Daddies should be in charge of certain things. Ugh. This is going to be painful.” He clearly wasn’t thinking before words came out of his mouth, but I made an executive decision not to point that out.
“But when you’re brave and do a good job suffering for me, I’ll get to reward you.” That had him going very still and I wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not. “Good boys should get rewards and they should get big rewards when being good was really hard.”
The drama queen liked the idea of rewards more than whining.
“I…I like rewards. My…my love language might be orgasms and attention.” He said that so sincerely that I was pretty sure he’d never read that love languages book…hell, he hadn’t even watched a YouTube video on it. “A guy I met online pointed that out.”
He knew the strangest people.
“I’m going to love giving you lots of orgasms and attention.” I was the best Daddy ever for saying that with a straight face. “But you have to work hard first.”
I was guessing that part of the rambling toys and control explanation was his way of talking about some kind of restraints and orgasm restrictions, but I was going to have to poke him to whine more about it before I understood exactly what he’d meant.
Another reason for a good limits discussion.
“I have a good work ethic, Daddy.” Again, he thought that was a perfectly reasonable response, so I couldn’t even smile. “And I like rewards.”
“They’re part of your love language so that makes perfect sense.” In his mind at least. “I’m going to love finding all kinds of fun ways to reward you. Don’t forget, we talked about the trips we could take and activities we could do.”
Our previous conversation about rewards made me think that his attention whore side would be happy to go do things together and we didn’t just have to focus on orgasms, so I wasn’t surprised when he nodded. “That would be fun. I mostly just work and then come play with my toys when I want to relax.”
That sounded lonely.
“Then we’ll have to make some plans of what kind of dates we want to go on and what kind of rewards you want.” I’d mix it up to make sure he didn’t think he had to earn fun activities, but I thought he’d like the reward aspect of it too.
Nodding against me, he let out another breath. “What is the best way to talk about limits? I need to know yours too.”
Very good point.
“Are you in the right headspace to remember that our limits are going to be different and they’ll adjust over time?” I was glad when he took a moment to think about my question before he nodded.
“Yes, I’ll keep that in mind and I’ll work on not being embarrassed about what I want.” His tone was more confident that time and he hadn’t called me Daddy.
It seemed to mean we could move forward, so I gave him another innocent head kiss. “Then you have two options. I would like either one of these, so there’s nothing to worry about. You can either stay curled up on my lap without hiding as much, or you can kneel for me while I talk to you about my limits.”
He was very quiet, but he hadn’t gone stiff and it seemed he was thinking more than worrying. “I like hiding, but…but I want to see your face while we talk.”