Page 31 of Controlling Natasha

“Enjoy your breakfast,” Albert says before he and Edith leave the room.

Mr.Hoffman has nothing but coffee in front of him.

“Did you already eat?”I ask.

“Yes, but I’m going to sit with you.While you have your breakfast, I’ll lay down some new rules.”

“New just for today?Or new forever?”

“We’ll see how today goes, Little one.See how it makes you feel.”He lifts a hand and hesitates.“Do you mind if I touch your face or hands?”

I shake my head.“No, Sir.”I’d love it if he would touch me.I crave contact with him far more than the sustenance of the scrambled eggs in front of me.

He smiles as he strokes my cheek.“You look adorable.How do you feel?”

“Naughty.”

“Perfect.That’s the goal.Did you have any problems with the hair remover?”

“No, Sir,” I whisper, shuddering.

“Now you know why I asked you to do that.Your pussy feels extremely naked in your panties, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, Sir.”I can’t believe we’re discussing my pussy at the breakfast table.I glance down at my chest.“You didn’t give me a bra,” I murmur.

“I’ll never give you a bra when you’re Little.If you want to experiment with a slightly older age, like twelve, we can see about getting training bras.”

I can’t breathe.He’s so intense.His gaze never wavers.He’s pinning me to the chair with his rules and his dominance.“I can’t go to school like this, Sir.”I gasp.

“I’ll make different clothing choices when you have to leave the house, but if you decide to submit to me as my Little all the time, when you come home after classes, you’ll change into outfits that make you feel Little.It’ll help guide you into a certain mindset that’s called Little space.You won’t notice much difference because you already exist with one foot in Little space as it is.You just didn’t know it.I’m confident you’ll feel more comfortable in your own skin if you follow my guidance.”

“I feel so strange,” I admit, “especially without a bra.”

“That’s normal.It will get easier in time.Wearing a bra distracts you from the total effect.”He strokes his fingers down one of my pigtails.“You did a good job with these.I’ll do them myself when you make the decision to be mine.”

The thought of him fixing my hair makes me moan inside.At least, I hope it’s inside my head.

“Eat, Little one.I want you to have a glass of milk with breakfast and dinner.”He points at it.

“Okay, Sir.”I think I stand a better chance of swallowing if I start with the milk.

When I reach for the cup, Mr.Hoffman stops me with a hand around mine.“Two hands, Little one.”

And just like that, I’m doubting my ability to swallow liquid.I’m shaking as I lift the cup with both hands and take a drink.“Good girl.”

I set the cup back down.

“I’ve told Edith to moderate your portions, so you have an amount of food you can manage.Let me or Edith know if it’s too much or too little.I’d like you to clean your plate.I can always get you more if you’re still hungry, but I want you to learn to eat what’s provided.”

I’m gripping the legs of the chair so hard my ankles are already hurting.

Mr.Hoffman lifts my chin with one finger.“How are you feeling?”

“Are you going to ask me that every five minutes, Sir?”

“Yes.”He’s searching my gaze.“Tell me about your physical reactions.”

“I’m shaking, my tummy is flipping, my breasts feel heavy, and my panties are wet.Is that what you wanted to hear?”

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