Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 33048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
I’m sitting in my favorite beanbag chair, wearing my favorite Little outfit, so I’m feeling vulnerable. I probably should have reached out to him when I was in my adult headspace.
There’s no way I’m going to actually call him. I’ll send a text. That’s the only option. Pushing to sit up taller, I open my phone and boldly type in his number. That’s a first step. It’s more real with his number in my phone. I don’t add his name. Just his number. That’s bold enough for now.
I carefully construct my message.
Hey. This is Amelia.
That’s it. That’s the message. It’s all I say. It puts the ball in his court.
I nearly drop the phone a few seconds later when it rings in my hand. Even though I didn’t add his name to my contacts, I can see it’s the same number I just texted.
I swipe the screen to answer. “Hello?” My voice cracks on that one word. I don’t think I’m prepared to talk to Noah right now. I’m in my Little space. I shouldn’t have called while I was in this room.
For some reason, I didn’t picture him being available the very moment I texted. I imagined him being busy and texting me back later.
“You were supposed to call, naughty girl,” he teases. “That was a text.”
I bite my lip. He’s right. I hadn’t thought of that.
“But I’m glad you texted me.” His voice is lower, kind, slightly humored. “Does this mean you’ll go out with me?”
“I, uh, maybe?”
He chuckles. “Are you free today?”
My heart races. “Today?”
“Yes, Amelia. Are you busy?”
I glance down at my dress. “I’m not busy, but I can’t, uh, I’m not in the right headspace.”
His voice softens. “What headspace are you in, Little one?”
“That one,” I mutter. I can’t easily switch to an adult space and go on a vanilla date. Though I’m sure any date with Noah wouldn’t be exactly vanilla. The man would dominate me at the very least.
“Are you at home, Amelia?”
I nod before realizing he can’t see me. “Yes.”
“Can I come to your place?”
My breath hitches. Come here? That’s a terrible idea. I don’t have people come to my apartment when I’m Little. I don’t even answer the phone when I’m Little.
“I promise my intentions are purely to get to know you, Little one, especially if you’re in Little space today. Even better. I want to know who Little Amelia is when she’s not at the club.”
I glance at my dress. It’s yellow and frilly. I look like a four-year-old ready for a birthday party. I don’t usually dress this fancy at the Dungeon. Also, I’ve never let anyone see my Little outside of the club, and certainly not in my home.
“Amelia?”
“My friends call me Ellie,” I mutter. It’s weird for someone to call me Amelia when I’m not at the club. Running into a club member outside of those safe walls is strange, but being Little with someone outside of the club is beyond my usual bandwidth.
“I believe Ellie is your adult self, while Amelia is your Little,” he responds gently.
He’s right. It’s not just a club name. It’s my real name. It’s a name that makes me feel Little. It’s the name my parents used to reprimand me when I was young. I like the way it sounds when a Daddy admonishes me with a firm, “Amelia.”
“Yes,” I agree.
“Perhaps I could bring lunch to your place.”
“Chicken nuggets?” I blurt out before I can stop myself.
He chuckles. “Definitely. Text me your address. I’ll be there at noon.”
Can I do this? Let a man into my private space where I’m the most vulnerable? I chew on my bottom lip. I know Noah won’t judge me. I’ve known him a while. He’s a firm Daddy, but he’s never given me any indication he would make fun of my Little.
Besides, he lives part time on Regression Island. I’m pretty sure Littles there live an infant lifestyle. There’s no chance a man who embraces the island would have an issue with my Little no matter who she is.
“Okay,” I finally agree.
“Amelia?”
“Yes, Sir?” Somehow I feel like I should be submitting to him, especially if he’s going to call me Amelia.
“Whatever you’re currently doing, I want you to keep doing it. Do not jump up, try to switch headspaces, or alter anything about your personal space to impress me. I want to see how Amelia lives when she’s caught off-guard.”
I giggle. “Okay, but I’ll warn you. Ellie is pretty tidy. Amelia is not.”
He chuckles. “Looking forward to seeing both of their spaces. See you soon.”
Chapter Three
I have some trepidation when I answer the door. It feels like I’m mixing my worlds. I’m only Little in front of people when I’m at the Dungeon. This is my apartment.
Noah holds up a brown paper bag. “Chicken nuggets, as requested.” He grins.