“Emerson might not be human, so we’re not using him as our kink guide post.” Owner’s dramatic sigh made me want to laugh. “You are required to find one thing we do that you don’t like, otherwise I won’t know if you like everything else or not.”
Really?
I glanced down at my body. “My dick will kind of make that clear and you don’t mind touching it to figure that part out…and…I’m not sure that rule is logical.”
He shrugged. “I never said my rules would be logical, just that I would have them for you.”
Okay.
Maybe?
“Them being logical is a good place to start, though, right?” The subs said Doms weren’t always logical but I’d thought they were exaggerating.
“No.” Owner opened the door to my playroom and led me in. “Rules need to either make one of us happy or aroused. They need to serve a purpose even if it’s just to make one of us hard. They need to be something I can easily monitor to know if you need to be punished or not.”
My room was very nice and had lots of pretty colors but he was confusing. “I’m not going to need to be punished. I like the idea of rewards much better.”
Owner chuckled as he picked me up and put me on what seemed to be an oversized padded changing table with some kind of slick plastic covering on the cushion. “Well, I think you’re going to be very cute when you’re stomping around because you’ve been naughty.”
Oh.
“What…what do punishments look like?” Maybe we were thinking of different things? “Is this where you’re going to dress me up?”
He had lots of stuff for me and I could see it all when I was sitting so high.
There were toys and oversized stuffed animals and even a little table where we could have a tea party. There was even a basket of tea party stuff on a small shelf with books and he even had fun pink chairs that matched the other colors in the room that were somehow not neon pinks and yellows but not pastel ones either.
Hmm.
Did chairs usually have penises coming out of them?
Maybe they did for dolls?
Was there anything weird about the pretty dressing table with all the lights?
“Ian’s a little. He likes playing with toys and stuff like that.” He’d like my playroom. Was I supposed to invite him over to play since I had one now? “Am I going to be little?”
Ian liked it and his friends thought it was great.
“Not unless you want to.” Owner’s neutral expression and shrug made me think he didn’t mind either way. “You’re my doll and I’m going to play with you a lot of different ways. Some will be innocent and some will be naughty.”
So I was his toy…was he the little?
Oh, that meant I still wouldn’t have to do anything to make him happy.
This was getting better and better.
“What do you want to play first?” He needed to see I was going to like this and I needed to like this. “I’m going to be cute. You said so.”
Being slightly undersized was finally going to come in handy…my Owner could pick me up and do thing to me and he was going to think I looked cute when I was dressed up like the subs at Leashes & Lace. “The subs said I’d look cute in panties and stuff like that too.”
I just hadn’t pictured wearing it this way.
“They have lots of opinions.” Owner frowned but didn’t seem to be upset at me. I wasn’t going to ask just in case I’d accidently done something but he smiled and kissed my forehead. “I’mfrustrated by their lack of boundaries with you. It feels like they’re not…not being careful with you and I don’t like that.”
Oh.
He was worried about his doll.
