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)
Yes, we were going to work on good associations so he knew asking me for what he wanted led to fun things.
“Oh, you were so good.” Bringing my hands to a stop had his entire body tightening as he sucked in a shocked breath. “You suffered so quietly for me. I’m so proud of you. Five minutes went by so quickly.”
Too quickly judging by his pout.
“I… Thank you, Master.” Ruslan was clearly trying to decide what fresh hell he’d fallen into that had the torment stopping so quickly, but he was desperate to be polite.
Laughing would’ve made me an asshole, but I loved seeing him so frustrated and worked up that he was actually considering asking for what he wanted. “I… Do I get my reward?”
That seemed to be the easiest way to get where he wanted, so I nodded. “Yes, do you remember what I said you could ask for if you won?”
He barely clawed back a whine and settled for a soft huff. “Yes, Master.”
Ruslan clearly didn’t appreciate the strings that had come with his reward…words. “I…I was very good.”
I thought starting with that point was a good way to lead into the conversation. “You were. You were quiet and you were so sexy. I think you were even wondering if I was going to pinch your cock.”
His slightly ragged breath made me smile. “I was. That was…I was…”
Mind-blowing?
“Just imagining that turned you on and scared you at the same time, didn’t it?” I knew the answer, so I wasn’t surprised when he nodded and sagged against me.
“Yes. It was on the list.” His brain couldn’t seem to process what he was thinking and what he wanted to say at the same time, so I took some of that off his plate.
“Yes, it was on the list but it was basically a maybe. That means I’m going to shelve it for the time being until we’re at the place where I know what questions I need to ask to make sure we both enjoy it.” That had Ruslan nodding slowly but his lower lip peeked out.
“Talking.” His dramatic sigh and the way he closed his eyes like I was just fucking with him made me fight back laughter. “I understand.”
His words said he understood, but his actions said he was imagining stomping his foot.
The whole adorable reaction said he wanted something but I didn’t have nearly enough information to guess what it was. The only thing that was coming to mind was that something on his maybe list should’ve gone on the yes side of things…but what?
“If you’re a good boy for me now, I’ll put together another list and you can work on filling it out for me.” Eventually, he’d have to talk, but I was hoping the updated list would give me a better jumping-off point.
“Just…just a new list?” There was hope and worry in his voice but the way he wiggled against me said I should focus on the hope side of things.
“Yes, I’ll work on a new list that’s detailed enough for us to take the next steps without a lot of conversation.” I wasn’t going to promise no conversations, but I’d do the best I could until he got into one of his moods and then spilled the rest of his thoughts on his own.
“Yes…I can…I can do a list.” Giving me an eager nod, he patted my hand without worrying that it was still holding his cock cage. “I did a very good job on my list. I sent it early and filled out every question.”
“That’s right.” Giving him a hug and a quick nipple pinch as a reward, I kissed his cheek as he moaned. “You were very good. I was very proud of you for making sure I knew what you wanted too.”
His cage.
Ruslan shivered looking down at his beautifully trapped cock. “I…I can’t do it by myself.”
Oh, he was very brave today.
“There are just some things you need your Master or Daddy to help you with and there’s nothing wrong with that. Activities like edging and keeping your cage on needs a lot of impulse control to truly enjoy by yourself.” And that was not Ruslan’s strong suit.
He realized that quickly and actually let out a laugh. “Yeah, I’m not good at telling myself no, and when I get frustrated, I get little.”
It seemed the best opportunity I’d get to transition the conversation, so I took it.
“I was browsing through some forums online and a guy was talking about wearing his cage when he’s diapered. There were a lot of comments from people in various parts of the lifestyle talking about it, so at some point, I’m going to give you a more detailed questionnaire about things you might associate with being little.” I thought that was a fairly neutral way to approach the topic of diapers and things like that, but Ruslan took a breath and then seemed to just hold it.