“Of course, sweetheart.” In the past few days, that term had dropped more than I could count.
I liked it.
I liked the way the word rolled off his tongue and how it wrapped around me like a hug.
“Tomorrow, we’ll go shopping for food. Make sure you put what you want on the list.”
“Yes, Sir.” I could do that. Maybe,
Speaking up for what I wanted was getting easier, depending on what I was. Food was no problem. But other things, like clothes or books would still be a challenge for quite some time, I was afraid.
“We are going to do something new this afternoon.” Vincent waited until I nodded, my eyes on his face. He hadn’t shaved for a couple of days, so he had a light dusting of facial hair coming in along his chin.
“Earlier today, I laid out three different instruments for us to try together. The items were marked yellow on the lists.” Most play items had been. “I’m happy to go over the purpose of each one again if need be. But you are to pick the one you’d like to give a try with today. Remember, it’s okay to switch toredon any of them, even before trying.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“I’ll give you a few minutes alone before I come up,” Vincent said, voice steady but gentle. “Take your time. Touch everything. Feel the weight. Explore however you need to.”
“’ Kay, Sir.”
His eyes softened, catching something in me I hadn’t noticed yet. “Go on,” he said. “Five minutes. I’ll finish up in the kitchen.”
Nerves fired through my body. The good kind that made me thrilled to get a say in what was to happen next.
I pushed myself to my feet and made my way upstairs, slow and quiet.
The bedroom I’d been using sat open as I passed. The bed was perfectly made, untouched. Not a wrinkle out of place.
Vincent’s door was open too.
Inside, at the edge of his bed, lay the three items he’d mentioned. His blankets were pulled up, neat butnot precise. Not like mine. The corners weren’t tucked in sharply.
It was clean. Comfortable. But not trained. And somehow, that made it feel more real.
The items were neatly placed, the packaging left above them as though Vincent had just bought them this week.
Walking closer, I let my eyes trail over each one, taking in every detail. A dark yellow feather, long and thick, caught my eye first. I let my fingers run along the softness, taking in the way it felt against my skin.
The next item was a blindfold. That I remember was a high yellow, almost red. I didn’t bother to touch it. It was silk, and I already knew that that felt like what clients had wanted me to wear.
The next item was small and black, shaped in a way that tugged at an old memory, like the frog cages we used in school.
I picked it up, letting the weight settle in my hands. It was rubbery to the touch, smooth but not sticky like I’d expected. I don’t know why I’d imagined something metal—like a birdcage, cold and rigid.
This was different.
Softer.
Contained, but not cruel.
Cock cage. The word bounced around in my head as an invisible weight settled on the place where it would rest.
Wouldn’t the rubber be uncomfortable? I didn’t think this was a great fit for full-time use, like Vincent had described.
I heard the Alpha’s steps before he appeared behind me. I turned just enough to peek at him before placing the item back on the bed, nearly in the same spot it had been in before I picked it up.
“Do you have any questions so far?”
