Yep.
He knew how smart I was too.
“Should we start by talking about tea parties?” He did pretty good acting innocent too, but I was the best because as he stepped back, I took his hand and started swinging it like Ian would. Everybody knew littles were cute so that had to be perfect too.
“That’s a great idea.” Praise. Kiss. I was so good at being a sub. “I’m very curious about what you like, Master, but I promise to communicate and use my safewords.”
I was so smart.
Safewords were very important to Master.
I just wasn’t going to need them over tea party seats and whatever the bears were getting up to because I was open-minded and knew my Master only loved cute things.
Some would just be kind of cuteandsexy.
“That’s very good, pretty boy.” Master squeezed my hand and swung it with me. “So tea party first.”
We did a slow circle around the table so I could get a good look at the chair with the dildo. It was definitely some kind of a dildo and a very realistic-looking one at that, but there were also a plug and a wide flat-looking thing that I didn’t recognize…but I knew where it would go.
Right under my balls.
That was definitely going to do something like vibrate, but after seeing some of the stuff Eli posted about, I wasn’t sure I was ready to ask about that one yet. The plain seat was easier to ask about. “That’s yours?”
He nodded and tried to look like it was a good question, but I had a feeling he wanted to giggle or rub his hands together like a cartoon villain. My Master looked reasonable and serious, but he was very naughty.
Whew.
Eli said those were the best kinds for a beginner sub, so I was glad Emerson had found me the right type.
“And you don’t have to worry, the furniture has all been modified to support even my weight.” Master reached down and rocked the regular seat back and forth. “I could even tie you to the table on your hands and knees before fucking you hard and it would still be perfectly safe.”
That was good to know.
“I don’t like splinters, so thank you.” I showed him my finger where I could still see the spot where I’d been damaged. “I got one here last year and it was scary…and it hurt…and I might’ve gotten just a tiny bit dramatic over it.”
Master leaned down and kissed my finger. “I’ll remember that. Thank you for letting me know about splinter problems.”
He wasn’t going to tell me not to be ridiculous?
“Those are for Owners or Masters to fix, though, so you won’t have to handle anything that stressful on your own any longer.” Cupping my hand in his, he ran the pad of his thumb over my finger. “I’m going to take good care of you.”
Even splinters?
Having an Owner just kept getting better and better.
Chapter 10
Leonardo
Spankings and tug games…no problem.
Splinters…huge problem.
And clearly a lot more drama than he was admitting to, but he’d been mostly honest about it, so I wasn’t going to call him out.
I’d been trying to make sure he knew we wouldn’t break it, but if he was worried about splinters, we could handle that. “The wood has been thoroughly prepped and protected, so your skin won’t have any issues.”
Nodding, he looked relieved as he turned back to the chairs and leaned down to study them. “People don’t realize how traumatic stuff like that can be.”
