Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 155775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 779(@200wpm)___ 623(@250wpm)___ 519(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 155775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 779(@200wpm)___ 623(@250wpm)___ 519(@300wpm)
She nodded. It sounded kind of ridiculous. She had her own mind, and she could think for herself. Two words didn’t have the power to make her do something.
At least they shouldn’t.
“Addie, it’s all right to like praise,” he said. “And even though it feels like you might do anything to hear those words, I know that you wouldn’t. I know that if someone told you to jump in front of a car and that you were a good girl if you did, that you wouldn’t.”
She was glad that he knew that.
“It can be a heady feeling, falling under someone else’s control, giving away your own. And while some people really do enjoy that full power switch, others prefer something a bit less intense.”
Right. She had read about people who were in a full 24/7 power exchange relationship, where the sub didn’t decide anything, not what she wore, or ate, or did.
And that sort of thing didn’t really appeal to her. She didn’t want anyone telling her all the time what to do. But sometimes it would be nice not to have to make decisions.
Maybe that’s why she relied so much on her sisters, because Dotty would happily make the decisions for everyone around her.
“Sometimes it can be nice to let go and just not worry about anything. Give someone else total control. That doesn’t mean you’d want it all the time. However, you have to be very careful about who you give that power to.”
She nodded. She knew that.
“I’m going to guess you haven’t really been around a Daddy before, or a Dom?”
“No.”
He nodded. “So say you were starved for affection all your life. Nobody touched you. They didn’t hug you, they didn’t kiss you, they didn’t praise you. And then suddenly you’re thrust into a different situation. It’s warm. People are always touching you, always hugging you, and your system can’t handle it. It gets overloaded. It feels so good that you think you’d almost do anything to keep this feeling. But your system just needs to get used to it. Does that make sense?”
It actually did. And it was so similar to how her life was that it actually surprised her for a long moment, before she realized he was just making a generic statement. He didn’t know that for most of her life, she’d been touch starved. That she’d received very little praise, that most of what she’d heard growing up had been negative. Not just about her, but about the world in general.
Yeah, she could have easily become a recluse like her mother, locking herself in her house, too scared to leave for fear of what might happen. If not for her sisters, she was fairly certain that would have happened.
“You can trust me, Addie. I’m not going to hurt you or push you too far. I can give you a little bit of a taste of this, but maybe it’s best if I back off. You’re going home in a few hours, and I don’t want you to drop without me there.”
“Drop?” she asked.
“Have you ever heard of Sub Drop?”
She’d read about it, but she didn’t see how it applied to her. “We’re not playing.”
“There’s all sorts of play, baby.” He set her down on her feet. “Now, would you like to have a look around?”
22
Cash wanted to grab hold of her again. To pick her up and hold her on his hip. But he knew that he needed to take a step back. It wasn’t fair to her if he started to act like her Daddy. They hadn’t agreed to it. There were no terms, no conversation about limits, and she was going home in a few hours.
He was just being selfish. Taking what he wanted, and not thinking about the best outcome for her. Should he have even brought her here to LittleLand?
But watching her face as he showed her the different toys and outfits . . . he knew he couldn’t regret that decision.
“What toys do you like the best?” he asked as she walked next to him.
Every so often, she’d let out a small skip as she walked along. And a soft sigh of pleasure or a wrinkle of her nose would let him know what she thought of whatever they were looking at.
She did not approve of the discipline aisle. Or the room for naughty boys and girls. She also didn’t seem to be into the trucks and other vehicles and machinery aisle. Nor the area with the water guns, bows and arrows, and other outside games.
She definitely gravitated toward soft things. Toys, blankets, chairs and clothes. Anything soft and fluffy, she oohed and aahed over, bringing it up to her cheek to rub.
Finally, they made it to the aisle that Bonnie had told him to go down.
“Oh, good.” She started going through some packages of panties.