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)
“I want you to remember that lying to Daddy isn’t nice.” Daddy ignored my pout and even my confused face. “Do you have to go potty?”
I was Daddy’s good boy.
“I’m a very nice boy, Daddy.” Little. Little. Little. Not big. “Very nice, Daddy.”
“Come on.” Daddy climbed up off the floor and took my hand, pretending I wasn’t pouting. “Spiderman needs to go potty.”
But I didn’t wanna.
“Spiderman goes potty or Spiderman gets a diaper.” Daddy even ignored me flopping to the ground. “Should Daddy pick?”
No.
“Potty, Daddy.” Pouting hadn’t been right…I should have whined. “I hurry.”
Daddy snorted and followed me as I hurried to the potty. “Daddy read your limits list.”
Shoot.
I forgot.
Big me had been very excited but not smart.
“I’m fast, Daddy.” Big me was very naughty.
“Not too fast or you’ll make a mess.” Daddy stood outside the door as I hurried into the bathroom. “Sit. No messes. If you need help, you have to ask.”
Big me was very very not smart.
Daddy closed the door.
Bestest Daddy ever.
“No messes, Daddy.” No messes. Be careful so I don’t have to ask for help. “I’ll be good.”
Shoot.
Scrunching up my face didn’t help.
I saw it.
Shoot.
Big me remembered why I’d wanted it on.
Ugh.
I finished going to the bathroom, but I couldn’t find little me again. He was in the back of my head giggling at the predicament I’d gotten myself into.
“You’re too quiet. Did you fall in?” How he could ask that so seriously I’d never know.
“No, but I lost little me. He got flushed down the toilet and now I’m just embarrassed me.” And feeling sillier by the second.
Daddy coughed but we both knew he was covering his laughter. “Can I come in?”
“Yes.” I was technically covered but wearing my Spiderman outfit and trying to decide if blushing and pouting at the same time was physically possible.
Opening the door, Daddy didn’t look like he thought I was silly. He just kissed my cheek and turned me around to face the sink. “I thought that might happen once you couldn’t ignore it any longer.”
Daddy was a very smart Daddy.
He was also washing my hands and still very happy to be in charge, so I leaned back into him and pretended it wasn’t real. “I’m still ignoring it, Daddy.”
He didn’t bother hiding his laughter that time, but it was mostly a soft snort. “Alright.”
Daddy had agreed way too easily.
“I’m not going to talk about it.” He needed to know that. “I’m going to ignore it.”
“That’s fine.” Daddy kissed my cheek and dried my hands before hanging up the towel. “You don’t have to.”
Why?
“You like talking. That’s why I had to tell you. I didn’t want to surprise you.” I didn’t want him to worry.
“Thank you for making sure I understood where you were mentally.” He was still being very understanding and kissed my cheek again. “I have your limits list and I was prepared for this moment.”
How?
Oh, this wasn’t good.
It was bad…but it also got me a quick grown-up kiss as he took me into my bedroom…so maybe it wasn’t too bad yet.
“Thank you…thank you for preparing, Master.” I wasn’t going to talk about the cage, but I could be polite. “And…and thank you for making me breakfast.”
I hadn’t exactly thought through everything when I’d texted him earlier, but he didn’t seem frustrated that I’d probably woken him up way too early.
“You’re welcome.” Master stopped us at the foot of the bed and brought his lips to mine, no longer keeping his kiss innocent and sweet. No, Master was ready for more grown-up activities and just doing my best not to think about anything like that had me groaning.
He was wicked and chuckled as he released my lips, immediately moving to strip off my T-shirt. He knew what he wanted, but he didn’t tell me what his plans were. “You don’t have to talk about anything you don’t want to, but you need to tell me your safewords so I know you remember them.”
Oh.
It took me a second and the loss of my shorts before I got the words out, but eventually, I did it.
“Good boy.” Master nodded like that was all he needed before he kissed me again. “Are your underwear in the top drawer of your dresser?”
Nodding wasn’t words, so I had to do that.
“Perfect.” He left me standing there in my Spiderman undies and headed over to the dresser. “Once I get you ready, we’ll watch a movie and have lunch.”
Well, he’d said he had a plan.
That was a plan.
“Yes, Master.” Movie. Lunch.
There was nothing to worry about.
There was nothing to be embarrassed about.
Nothing to talk about.
Oh dear…how had I forgotten those?
“Perfect.” Master looked very pleased as he held up a jock that was definitely more like the skimpy ones he’d described in his fantasies than anything I usually wore. “You must be psychic.”
No, I just shouldn’t online shop while horny.