He sat down on the chair that Sam had vacated at some point. Oh, he was getting his makeup done on the other side of the table, grinning and chattering and looking so cute it made me smile.
“And now even more beautiful,” Daddy said, grinning at me when I blinked at him.
Oh, he meant the smile.
I ducked my head, sucking in my lip and holding the compliment inside like a treasure.
Daddy gathered me into his arms.
“Unh,” I grunted, wincing as the discomfort of joints stretching and blood rushing back into my limbs took me by surprise.
“Baby?” he asked, instantly loosening his hold.
I never wanted him to do that. Except, okay. Right now, I did.
After so much deliberate stillness, I justhadto stretch. I pushed against him, wriggling against Daddy’s body.
He frowned. “How are you feeling, sweetheart?”he asked, looking concerned.
I didn’t want to tell him about how achy I was, because if I did, he might not want me to be his dollbaby again.
“I’m… happy?” I told him, since that was true, too. A slow, syrupy kind of happy, not the bouncy, loud kind that Sam was always spreading around.
Daddy smiled. “And what else?”
Oh.
He knew.
My face got hot, but I kind of liked that he’d been able to tell that I hadn’t told the whole truth. “A little bit sore,” I admitted. I stretched bigger, now that I’d told him. “But I’m sure it will go away,” I added quickly when my answer made him frown. “Ipromise.”
I was almost begging, but I didn’t want him to decide he didn’t want me to be his doll anymore. I loved that he was taking care of me, but it… it was better than being a Little. Better for me. It felt like everything I’d wanted when I’d read all those blogs, except without the hard parts. It was perfect.
But Daddy was still frowning.
“Please?” I whispered. “I want to keep being your doll.”
Even though it was just through the weekend, I didn’t want to give it up.
Finally, Daddy smiled. “Of course you’ll keep being my doll, sweetheart. You’re mypreciousdollbaby. It’s just that now I know I’ll have to take much better care of you next time.”
“You take thebestcare of me,” I said, my heart soaring because that meant… that meant therewouldbe a next time.
“I’ll have to remember to move your limbs more often,” he said, rubbing them gently. “And pose you… comfortably. Were you sore after the last time?”
His eyes went hot, and my parts reacted. Thelasttime had been… different. I liked them both. Being his doll to use, and being his doll to simply relax.
I shook my head. “I wasn’t sore,” I answered honestly, but then, feeling a little shy about it in case he thought it sounded weird, I added, “And it doesn’t have to be a comfortable pose, Daddy. That’s not… it’s not important.”
Or maybe it was, but in the opposite way.
I wasn’t sure there was any way to explain to him howgoodit had felt when that mild soreness had set in. When my muscles started to fatigue and my joints went tight. How that part had been all wrapped up, part of thereason, I’d been able to go to the sweet, floaty place with my mind.
Daddy did that thing where he looked at me until I felt like every word written on my soul must be burned into his, too. He made me feelseen, understood, cherished. And finally, he smiled. “Okay, dollbaby. Not too comfortable.” He winked. Then, “Do you want to see what you look like, all made up like this?”
Oh. I’d forgotten.
“Here,” he said, not waiting for me to answer. He picked up a wide, hand-held mirror and held it up to me.
