Page 34 of Chance's Choice
“I was taken by surprise,” I correct him gently. “But a good friend recently-”
“Youtoldsomeone?” He sits back, panic splashed over his features.
“She’s a Little,” I try to justify, thinking that I should ignore accidentally clueing London in as well. “She’s a Little, and all I said was-”
“Oh, God, your friends are going to think I’m-”
“What, Kade? Kinky like them? Because my friends are all in the lifestyle, too.”
I know it doesn’t exactly justify telling anyone about his interest in puppy play, but it was something I desperately needed to get off my chest. And, if Katie hadn’t given me her perspective, I’d still be confused and stuck in my own head about it. Besides, everyone confides in their closest friends about their relationships, don’t they?
Kade shakes his head, a few locks of his blonde hair flopping down over his forehead and into his eyes. “It’s just really personal information, Chance.”
“I know,” I try to assure him, feeling guilty but still justified in talking to Kate. “I wasn’t giving out sordid details or anything. I was just…in need of a bit of guidance.”
He sighs. “You should have asked me first.”
“Yeah,” I concede, “I probably should have. But…I didn’t know I was going to say anything until after I did, and by then it was done.” I hang my head. “I’m sorry. Maybe I should have looked online, or gone to The Center for help, but I had no idea where to start. I just…I really wanted to be able to give you what you wanted and I didn’t know howIfelt about it, and Katie’s like…well, she’s got this magical power that makes it so easy to just talk to her, y’know?”
Snorting, Kade repeats, “Magical power, huh?”
“I swear, she casts a spell or something.”
It’s a relief to watch his lips twitch with amusement. “I thought you were immune to women’s charms?”
“Katie’s all sorts of awesome,” I shrug. “You’ll love her.”
His eyes widen all over again. “You really want me to meet your friends?”
I’m confused now. How can he possibly have thought otherwise? “Uh, yeah? I mean, I love you. You’re a big part of my life. They are also a big part of my life. At some point, I’d like to be able to wrap it all up with a nice big bow.” I grin to myself, imagining him in his little headspace, playing with the other Littles and being doted on by my Daddy and Mommy friends. I can also picture him big, debating pop culture with Zephyr and Josh, or discussing gaming with Matt and London, or books with Tony and Spence. “The whole group is gonna love you, I’m sure of it.”
He bites his lip. “Even if I’m a Pup and not a Little?”
My heart thumps almost painfully in my chest. I reach for his hands and hold them tight. “Baby, you could be into anything -ornothing- and they’ll still love you for you.” Then I cock my head and smile, giving his hands a little shake. “And who’s to say you can’t be both a Pup and a Little? There aren’t any rules here. You’re not giving up one for the other. Hell, if you wanna be a baby pup, you can. Or a Little who barks. You get to decide what you’re comfortable with.”
He practically flings himself off his stool, wrapping his arms around me, tucking his face into the crook of my neck. “You’re too good to me,” he mumbles and it somehow both breaks my heart and makes it soar all at the same time.
“There’s no such thing,” I insist, kissing the top of his head. Then, after another moment or two has passed, I ask, “So…can we talk about the puppy play now?”
* * *
In the end, I don’t know which of us was more anxious to try the new role play. We talked about the things Katie had mentioned: the parallels she saw between Littles and Pups. We discussed all the ‘beginner’ scenes I’ve researched online, and the other accessories I bought just in case he still wanted to play. We went back over safe words and how he felt comfortable communicating and even moving around as a Pup.
We even talked about what Kade would like to wear as a Pup, and he shyly informed me that he wants to wear a body suit or a leotard -something soft and breathable, that covered his arms and legs- with the wearable tail and ears, as well as a set of paws. He drew the line at a masked hood, not liking the idea of covering his face, but said that he’d love to be gifted a collar if our first few scenes turn out to be as enjoyable as he hopes.
I even confirmed that he didn’t want me to get any pee pads or do any housetraining scenes, which made him blush bright red and shake his head vehemently. Kade was equally against gags, which is just as well. He also refused to let me rename him something ridiculous like ‘Fido’. Just as when he’s little, he’s still Kade.
In turn, I expressed that I don’t want to call myself ‘Master’. I’m still Daddy, even when he’s my Pup and not my boy, and that’s how I’ll refer to myself (even if he can’t, because he doesn’t want to use words when he’s in Pup space). I also told him that while I’m okay with sexual exploration during little play, I’m still not sold on the idea of sex during puppy play. It’s not wholly off the table because who knows how we’ll both feel once we’re more comfortable doing scenes together, but…I don’t think it’s my thing.
And that all led us to this moment: with Kade wearing sweatpants, a long-sleeved cotton t-shirt, and the soft, floppy ears and matching tail I bought him, kneeling in front of the couch with his head cocked to the side – the picture of a curious pup. In my hand, I hold a soft yellow stress ball.
We’re starting off easy. A light scene including some ball play, pets, and -if he follows my commands- treats. For now, those treats are little gummies shaped like dog bones (one of the other items I found at the adult store in the little section dedicated to pet play), but if Kade enjoys this as much as I suspect he will, I’m going to bake cookies in the shape of dog bones for a more immersive experience.
“Okay, boy,” I tell him, holding the ball up so he can see it properly. His tongue lolls out and he starts waggling his butt, despite being seated. It’s adorable. “Let’s see how good you are at fetch.”
I gently toss the ball across my living room, with barely enough force to send it past the rug’s edges. It would be better to do this outside in the yard, but without the proper pads for Kade’s hands and feet -and with the rain setting in today- we have to make do with inside for now.
Kade doesn’t seem to mind the limited area, though. He scrambles after the ball on all fours, yipping and whining excitedly. His fluffy tail swings with his movement and, when he pounces on the ball and grips it between his teeth, his ears flop about wildly when he gives his prize a shake.
