Page 15 of Ted's Temerity
“Well, you also said that you’ve only ever really done the odd scene with Daddies in clubs, right?” He nods and I continue. “It’s different when you’re in a full-time Daddy/little relationship. Sometimes behavior needs actual correction. Take the cussing, for instance. I’d make you write lines and neither one of us would actually enjoy that. But it would be to make a point.”
He thinks this over some more, drumming his fingers on the tabletop. “But safe words still apply?”
I reach for his hand and squeeze it in reassurance. “Always, little one. You safe word atanytime and we stop and talk about it.”
“Okay,” he exhales, then straightens his shoulders and smiles warmly at me. “So…are we going to play tonight?”
I push my chair back and hold my hand out to him. “There’s nothing I’d prefer to do.”
Chapter Six – Zephyr
“What should I call you?” I ask Ted as we make our way back upstairs to the playroom. His large hand envelops mine with warmth and I’m struck by how natural it feels to be doing any of this with him.
“What are you comfortable with?” he asks in return.
“Well, I really like the idea of going straight to ‘Daddy’, but if that’s something you’d prefer to wait on, just in case this doesn’t work out…” I trail off, saddened by the thought that there’s still that possibility.
Ted stops us just outside the playroom, turning me until we’re facing each other. He gently lifts my chin with his index finger, looking me in the eye. “Darling, you can call me whatever your heart desires, okay? Whatever feels right. Go with it.” He drops a kiss to the tip of my nose. “And, for the record, I suspect that this is going to work out just fine.”
God, I hope so.
I’m now painfully aware of the fact that I like him far too much for this to be just a one-night trial thing.
Guiding me inside the room with a hand on the small of my back, Ted starts talking again. “Now, usually I would help you get dressed, but given that tonight is about easing you into everything, I don’t-”
“I want the full Daddy experience,” I blurt, cutting him off. “We’re doing this properly.”
I know I’ve made the right decision when his eyes light up and his smile goes all sweet and doting. “Alright, then.” He scoops my bag up from the floor and moves over to the bed, sitting on the side and rummaging through my things. With care, he pulls out the frilly purple gown I packed myself: my favorite of all my dresses. With it, he also gets out the matching panties with the lacy scalloped edges. He fingers the material of the dress lovingly. “I bet this looks absolutely gorgeous on you.”
I feel my own smile turn shy and I shrug. “It’s…it’s been a long time since I wore any of my femme stuff,” I confess quietly. “Like…before my injury.”
His eyes snap up to meet mine, understanding painted on his face. “Well, that’s going to make tonight even more special, then, isn’t it?”
I hope so, I think again. I’m still worried that the magic is gone. That I won’t feel the way I used to. That everything working up to this point will have been for naught. That I’m not the person I thought I was. That my injury took even this away from me.
“Alright, tiny dancer,” Ted’s voice is low and lulling, “you’re thinking too hard. Time to let go and relax.”
He reaches for my hands and tugs me forward so he can help me undress. I close my eyes, breathe deeply, and reach for my littler side. It’s been so long since I’ve really gone for it that I almost feel silly. But Ted continues to murmur encouragements and soft praise, carefully pulling my shirt over my head and my jeans and underwear down my legs. By the time I’m completely naked, I’m strangely relaxed.
Ted gently taps my left thigh, silently helping me step into one leg hole of my pretty panties, then the other. He pulls them up, runs his fingers under the elastic bands until they’re sitting properly, then holds up my dress. “Arms up, darling.”
I comply and he steps into my space again, carefully easing the mess of satin and tulle over my head. My hands slip through the delicate cap sleeves and he helps ease the whole thing down over my body. Then he turns me and pulls the zip up at the back. When I turn back around to face him, the material of the skirt swooshing over the middle of my thighs just as I remembered it would, he steps back to get a good look at me.
“Perfect,” he declares.
“Thank you,” I curtsy, leaving off the title we’ve discussed using. I’m not quite little enough yet, still getting used to being back in my old gown. But I’m close to it, and he’s not pushing me. That settles me a little bit further.
He laughs, and the sound is rich and warm and full of affection. Then he reaches for my hand, asking, “Should we break in the dollhouse, tiny dancer?”
I don’t need to be asked twice. I nod excitedly and together we walk the couple of steps over to the shelves and lift the large item up, carrying it to the middle of the room. We place it on the floor carefully, and I undo the latch that keeps the two halves together. Ted helps me open the house up wide.
The inside is just as beautiful as I imagined it would be. It’s decorated in creamy colored tones, with white accents and lace embellishments. There are exquisite bedroom scenes, a ballroom, a library, decadent sitting rooms, bathrooms and a large kitchen.
Shaking me from my visual exploration, Ted sets a large box in front of me. I hadn’t even noticed him wandering away to get it. “Now, this is just a start,” he says, gesturing for me to lift the lid.
When I comply, I find gorgeous pieces of miniature furniture, all in matching stained dark timber. There are also a couple of small dolls for me to play with as well, and I find that they are just the right size to fit on the furniture.
“They’re so pretty,” I tell him in awe, carefully lifting each piece out to inspect them individually. I start placing them in appropriate rooms inside the dollhouse as I do. Even though the box is large, I can see what he meant by this collection being ‘just a start’, because it barely fills a third of the house. But that doesn’t bother me at all. I can use my imagination to fill in the rest.
