“I can’t wait to explore lots of safety with you.” He must’ve heard how honest I was being with him because his laughter got naughtier as he settled back in his booster seat. “Can you think of anything about safety that you want to explore?”
“Hmm.” His exaggerated thinking sounds had me trying not to smile. “No. Owners pick. Emerson said that’s a really good rule.”
Because my cute little doll didn’t have the faintest clue about where to start.
“It might surprise you, but I like that rule too.” My nonchalant attitude had him snickering. “What else do you think is a good rule?”
“The subs at Leashes & Lace have lots of good rules. Some of them are tracked because they’re so important their Owners and Doms need to know where they are all the time. Some have rules about food and when they have to go to bed. One of the pups has a rule that says he has to sleep in his kennel on nights when he does a shoot because his Handler is jealous and so he does lots of shoots because he likes his Handler being a little bit nuts.”
Good grief.
My boy’s frown said he realized there was something odd about that one. “I don’t think I need that kind of rule but you can track me if you keep me…and…and you can give me a bedtime, but I’m a pretty good grown-up with that kind of stuff.”
Just not with other things like making decisions about stalking.
“Thank you for explaining your thoughts on that. If you let me keep you, I think tracking you is a very reasonable next step.”And he did too based on the agreeing hum he let out. “We might set up rules for when I put my doll to bed versus when I put my boy to bed, but I’m going to play that by ear.”
Oh, that caught his attention.
“I don’t think Emerson has his own doll bedroom.” His tone was thoughtful but I could hear him wiggling to test the seat belt restraint again. “He hasn’t talked about that online or in the coffee shop.”
How much had he watched those guys?
My boy kept going before I could decide how to ask that question without sounding like an asshole.
“But that’s probably because he’s a fantasy dress-up kind of doll and not an everyday play with kind of doll.” It was my turn to make an agreeing sound, but I was hoping he’d keep going so I could get a feel for what he was thinking…and thankfully, he shifted right into chatter mode. “If you wanted to put me in wings and make me a fairy princess that would be fine, but you made it sound like you wanted a doll you could play with all the time not one you put on the shelf to look pretty. Both are good but everybody’s different.”
Smart boy.
“I don’t have the patience to have a doll I just look at.” I was more hands-on about everything in life. “I want to be able to dress you up and play with you and get you very dirty sometimes.”
He filled in the vague idea about being dirty with something that made him giggle again. “Then you’d have to get your doll all clean.”
“That’s right. Sometimes dolls get cleaned up with a washcloth. Sometimes dolls get bubble baths. Sometimes they get showers with their owners.” Based on the happy sounds he was making, those all sounded like good options to him too. “But I’ll do those things with my sub too.”
“Because sometimes we’ll play as Owner and doll and sometimes we’ll play as…as Master and sub?” He was trying to act casual about the question, but I could hear something off in his voice.
Thankfully, we pulled up to my house before I had to answer and he got distracted looking out the window. “Oh, you’ve got space for a playroom. That’s great. Emerson is going to be very jealous because he’s basically moved into his Owner’s place but that’s attached to his business.”
I wasn’t sure if laughing would be rude or not but the commentary was funny. “We’ll take some pictures of the playroom then and you can tell him all about it.”
As I pulled into the garage, he giggled again and I could see him planning chaos that from what I’d heard would help him fit right in with the other subs. With the car off and the garage door going down behind us, I gave him a stern look before I opened my door. “Wait right there.”
“Yes, Owner.” He found that funny too but that was fine with me, and he was still giggling by the time I’d gone around and opened his door. “Am I going to be a doll in the pictures?”
“That’s a good question and one we’ll have to set some limits on.” Giving him another quick peck, I released the seat belt and teased over his lap again. “What do you think about that?”
Making exaggerated thinking sounds, he immediately slid out of his booster and into my arms. “I think you’d like having pictures of me.”
“Yes.” Lying about that would be ridiculous and counterproductive. “But?”
Wiggling against me, he aimed wide eyes up at me. “But I have to figure out my limits. See? I knew the answer, so do I get another reward?”
The answer to that was clearly a yes, so I wrapped my arms around him and ran my hands down his back, stopping right before his ass. “Yes, my boy gets a reward. But first, is there anywhere on your body you don’t want me to touch?”
His shrug wasn’t helpful at all. “I don’t have much to go on with that limit. The subs like being touched everywhere, though, so I’ll probably like it too.”
Oh.
