The answer was that I couldn’t. All I had left in there was a couple more pairs of shorts and one clean T-shirt, none of which looked all that much different than what I was already wearing.
I’d forgotten about the swag bag Sam had given me when I’d checked in… but Daddy hadn’t.
I had no idea what all was in there, but he’d riffled through it, tucked one thing in his pocket, and then pulled out a few more and used them to make my lips shiny and my hair even shinier.
Nothing like the makeup I’d had on earlier, but all the more special because Daddy was the one making me pretty this time.
“You have the prettiest mouth, dollbaby,” he said as he smoothed the slippery stuff over my lips, his eyes growing hot. “Do you know what I’d like to do with it?”
I hoped I did, and Daddy’s wicked smile made me think I might be right.
“Oh, look what else we’ve got in here,” he said, going back to the bag and then pulling out a…
T-shirt.
Plain, white, and boring.
Daddy held it up, then turned it to face me, and a little thrill shot through me. It had the Cuffd logo in the center, and below that, it had big, bold, black letters that said “Daddy’s Boy.”
“I swear,” Daddy said, going back to the bag and coming out with a purple Sharpie, the same color as the outside of the hotel. “The contents of this bag are a kink education all on their own.”
I was one part curious and a whole lot of parts turned on, but even though I was still too antsy to feel like I was the silent doll I wanted to be for him yet, I didn’t ask. Knowing he would pick whatever he needed and then decide how to use it was good enough for me.
He laid the T-shirt out flat on the counter and crossed out the word “boy” with the purple Sharpie, then wrote in the word “doll” right over it.
Daddy’s Doll.
“Oh,” I said, my eyes going wide as my heart started to race.
He wasn’t just going to take me down to the demonstration and let mebehis doll, he was going to make sure everyoneknewI was.
It was exactly what I wanted… I just didn’t know why I wanted it.
But that was okay. I didn’t have to know, I just had to let Daddy decide how he wanted to play with me.
“That’s right, beautiful,” he said, lifting my arms, then pulling my shirt off and replacing it with the new one. “All mine.”
I would never get tired of hearing that. Ofbeingthat. But even though I’d started to feel that delicious quietness in my head again while he’d been prettying me up in front of the bathroom mirror, by the time we left the room and walked all the way down to where the demonstration was being held, my stomach had started jumping with nerves again.
I was holding on to Daddy’s hand so tightly that I couldn’t believe he didn’t complain, and by the time he paused—just before we walked into the room—I could barely concentrate on anything other than all the worries tumbling through my head.
Was this really okay?
Would Daddy get mad if whatever I saw made me excited?
And if I did get excited, did I actually want a bunch of people to see me that way?
“Do you remember your safewords, baby?”
I was on my tiptoes, peering over his shoulder, and had already seen Sam and what looked like twice as many people as the hotel should have been able to hold.
Sam was seated between two huge, tattooed Daddies, both of whom had their arms around the back of his chair, and he was wildly waving at me with an ear-to-ear smile on his face.
I hoped I smiled back, but I was too overwhelmed by taking it all in to be sure I had.
The chairs in the room formed a half circle around a raised platform that reminded me of a small stage. Someone who looked too young to be a Daddy, but who in some indefinable way most definitely was, was standing next to a sweet-faced boy who kneeled at his feet and looked up at him like he’d hung the moon.
For some reason, seeing those two strangers calmed me down a little.
