“Hurry up, baby girl. We have to get going.” He smiles at me and leans over to kiss my forehead as he leaves the room.
I watch him go, trepidation seeping in. When I look around the room, I see he’s placed two suitcases next to the front door. We must be leaving town. A moment later, he comes back carrying two computer bags. One of them is mine. Oh my.
A few minutes later, it gets even more suspicious when he walks through the room with two large boxes. They must be heavy because he’s showing signs of strain on his face.
Without a word, he opens the front door and starts carting everything out to the SUV.
I finish my breakfast, somehow, and carry my plate to the dishwasher. I’m not the tidiest person, most of the time, but this morning I feel like I should do all the things he often admonishes me for.
I slowly approach him as he finishes loading the SUV. “Where are we going, Daddy?”
“You’ll see.” He grins and pats my head. “Time to get in the car. We have about a three-hour drive ahead of us so use the potty first.”
I turn and head back to the bathroom, my curiosity growing. Part of me is excited. We haven’t gone on a vacation in a long time. Part of me is nervous though, because Daddy said things were going to change starting today. I’m not sure how that correlates to a vacation.
As soon as we are in the SUV, me seated behind Daddy because he says it’s safer, I start to get antsier. I watch out the window, noticing we are headed in the direction of the coast. Maybe we’re going to the beach?
I smooth my dress over my thighs several times, a bit concerned about my Little being exposed to the public. Surely Daddy wouldn’t take me to a public beach resort in this dress.
Although our relationship is very defined in that when I’m in the house I’m expected to be Daddy’s Little, we don’t take it out in public. The only times I’ve ever left the house dressed as a Little have been times we went to a fetish club or another home where age play is also the norm.
Today doesn’t feel like either of those is going to be the case.
As we drive, I close my eyes. After all, it’s too early. If we’re going to be in the car a while, I’m going to nap. I have my favorite stuffed animal, a monkey named Charles that Daddy has rescued from the black trash bag, and I use him as a pillow against the window. I’m grateful Daddy hasn’t left Charles in theblack bag. I have no idea when I might see the rest of my toys, but Charles would be a tough loss.
I jolt awake as the car stops, and when I open my eyes, it’s bright outside. We’re in a parking lot, and when Daddy opens my door, I can smell the ocean.
I glance up at him, nervous about my dress.
He recognizes my apprehension and strokes my cheek. “Don’t worry, Little one. Where we’re going, you’re overdressed.”
Trusting his judgment, I climb out of the SUV and watch as Daddy secures a large luggage cart and loads our belongings onto it. So much stuff. Where the heck are we going? I clutch Charles to my chest.
As I follow Daddy, I spot a boat of some sort in front of us, and my gazes moves to the sign next to it.Ferry. I glance up at Daddy, still confused. “We’re going on a ferry?”
“Yep.” He winks at me. “You haven’t figured it out yet, Little one?”
I shake my head.
He chuckles as we reach the dock. “Stay right here a moment, baby girl.”
I don’t move an inch while he heads to the ticket booth and speaks to a woman inside. He points at our luggage, and she nods. A few moments later, Daddy returns to me and another man takes our cart away.
Daddy takes my hand. “Let’s go,” he says cheerfully.
We step onto the ferry. I’m a bit excited. I’ve never been on a ferry before. Also, I love the ocean. Wherever we’re going, I assume it will be warm. I also relax a bit as I look around and notice everyone on the ferry is also either Little or a Mommy or Daddy.
Suddenly it hits me, and I lift my gaze to Daddy. “Are we going to Littleworld?”
His grin widens. “Yep. The island at least. You’ll have to earn the privilege of going to the parks themselves with good behavior.”
I follow Daddy up some stairs to the top level of the ferry, where it’s open air, and we can see all around. I let Daddy lead me to some open seats, and he brings me between his legs and lifts me to sit on his lap. He hugs me close and kisses my nose. “Excited?”
I’m not sure that’s the word I’d use. I’m nervous. “I don’t know,” I whisper.
He chuckles. “How much do you know about Regression Island?”
I swallow. I know some things, enough to be concerned. “I know that’s where Anabel moved with her Daddy a few months ago.”
