They were on astage. They were going to be doing private things on that stage. And the boy wasn’t wearing much at all. So it couldn’t be wrong to like the idea of people watching me if everyone was going to be watching them, too, right?
And ifthatwas okay, then it must also be okay that the idea of Daddy showing me off like that… excited my parts.
And they were definitely getting excited, even though I still felt like a ball of jumpy nerves, too.
Daddy’s strong hand tipped my chin up, turning my head to face him, and I flushed with embarrassment.
He’d asked me a question, hadn’t he? And I’d been ignoring him.
“Sorry. Um, what?”
He smiled, eyes just for me even though the room behind him was filled with such a heady, busy energy that I didn’t know how he could resist looking. The air itself felt like it was brimming over with a parts-tingling kind of anticipation that made it hard to even catch my breath, even though nothing was actually happening in there yet.
I couldn’t believe Daddy’s attention wasn’t riveted to all the bustle behind him, just like mine had been.
But it wasn’t. He was focused solely on me.
“I asked you if you remembered your safeword, sweetheart,” he said. “You know I’ll always take care of you, but I can only do that if I can count on you to let me know if you need something to stop.”
“I don’t want it to stop,” I said. I wanted it tostart, and I wanted Daddy to be the one who started it, because there was no way I had the courage to ever start something like… likethison my own.
Did hereallywant other people to watch me?
I had always been someone who tried to fade into the background, and the idea of so many eyes on me in any other situation would have turned me into a trembling, nervous mess. But as Daddy’s doll, I wanted it. I wanted them all to know I was his. My parts werethrobbingwith how much I wanted it, even though none of the strangers were looking at me and nothing had actually happened yet.
And the best part of all was that Daddy didn’t make me feel ashamed of wanting something like that, not at all. He didn’t act like he was ashamed ofme, even though I wasn’t rich like Blair had been, or cute like Sam was, or confident like the boys I read about in all those blogs.
Daddy called me beautiful, and he wanted to show me off, and I could never be ashamed of how excited it made me to be something he was proud of.
“Rene,” he said, his voice getting firm. “Tell me your safeword.”
My head was too full and busy, all the quietness from before replaced by the buzz of the excitement and anticipation in the room behind him.
I couldn’t think.
But I also couldn’t bear to disappoint him, so I tried.
“Pl-Platypus,” I finally blurted, stumbling over the word even though I knew it wasn’t actually the real one.
But Daddy just smiled. “Good boy,” he murmured, petting my head the way he liked to. “And if you want to use the stoplight colors, you know I will always recognize those as well.”
I nodded. Maybe. I wasn’t sure what I did, only that Daddy was pulling me into the room after handing his phone over to someone at the door who was collecting them from everyone, talking with a few people along the way, and then we were right in front of the stage.
There were two empty seats, directly across from where Sam was still grinning at me and right where everyone would be able to see it if… if the demonstration excited me.
Suddenly, I couldn’t catch my breath. Tingling heat raced down my spine as my eyes darted between the calm boy on the stage and Sam squirming between the two tattooed Daddies and all the people already seated around us. Some were sitting on each other’s laps. Some were wearing even less clothes than the boy on stage. One was sucking a binky, and one was sucking… sucking on something else.
My eyes widened. The boy was clearly a Little, and he looked like he was nursing… on his knees, between his Daddy’s legs, with his head rested on his Daddy’s thigh, and—
I jerked my eyes away, then looked back, then looked away again, locking eyes with Sam as my own parts tried to break right through my zipper.
Sam’s eyes dipped down to my shirt and he leaned forward, whispering, “You’re such a pretty doll, Rene!”
Except he wasSam, so of course he whispered it so loudly that half the room turned to look at me… including the Daddy being nursed on and the one who was waiting on the stage with his boy. That Daddy smiled, and his eyes turned hot in a way that made all my parts tingle even more, even though I’d never want him to actually touch me.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a boy in a tiara, the one who’d done my makeup at the tea party, lean forward, staring right at my crotch.
“I remember that pretty dolly,” he breathed out, then looked up at the bearded man next to him and shyly asked. “Daddy, can I please play with him again?”
