I didn’t have to do it by myself.
“Thank you.” Cheek kiss time because he was the best. “Now…about my teddy bears.”
He looked like he wanted to giggle like a kid who’d found the best prank ever but instead Master tried to shrug and look confused. “What could be interesting about teddy bears? Besides, all dolls need something to cuddle with or to have an innocent tea party with.”
“Technically yes.” That was a reasonable start to an answer. “But what else can we do with teddy bears that’s not innocent?”
I had no idea what else it could be, but the delight Master found in my confusion didn’t bother me. He was just having fun being silly and it was cute. I might be pretty but we were both very cute depending on the situation. “You’re being a silly Master.”
Yep.
“Me?” He was barely holding back laughter. “Would I be silly with my pretty boy?”
“Yes.” But something made me wonder if he’d usually be serious with his doll. He’d been silly-playful when he’d been getting me ready but he’d also been careful and sweet. “But you want to tease your pretty boy, so you’re going to want to tell him how naughty the bears are.”
And he laughed.
Ha.
I won.
“You’re right.” Master wrapped his arm around me and led me over to the bed where most of the bears were sitting together down the wall the bed was tucked up against. “Now, do we have to play naughty with the bears?”
“No.” I knew that one. “There’s always something else we can do and limits change over time.”
“Good boy.” Master kissed my head. “So we might start by playing with them and then you might change your mind or we might put it off for a while to give you time to think about it.”
What wasit, though?
We weren’t just talking about having innocent tea parties or cuddle time.
“Yes, Master.” He looked like he needed another cheek kiss and I made sure to cuddle closer. “Let’s sit down together and you can tell me about it.”
Master was nervous.
I was going to have to figure out a way to lecture him about communicating about his mental health, but based on what the guys had said, he might not know he was nervous. It seemed to be a common problem in Doms that they didn’t always know when they were uncomfortable.
Hmm.
“Sure.” Master climbed over the don’t-fall-out-of-the-bed thing on the side of the mattress and sat down at the head of thebed. He looked cute against all the pillows but I wasn’t sure I could tell him that. “Come here, pretty boy.”
That was an order I loved.
He even patted his lap so I knew I could sit on it.
“I get more lap cuddles.” Oh, that was nice. “This is even better than the chair. I didn’t think about cuddles being this nice.”
“Let me guess, Grandma didn’t like cuddles?” Master didn’t seem surprised when I shook my head. “Mine neither.”
Maybe grandmas were always kind of odd but mine had gotten a double dose of it?
“We’ll make up for it now. I do that a lot, so it’s okay.” Laps were very nice. “I’m glad you’re really big.”
Master laughed and gave me a big hug. “Me too.”
Since he was happy and kind of trapped, it seemed like a good point to lecture him. “Master? You know that Doms have safewords but do you know it’s okay for them to be nervous about stuff?”
And that was why they needed safewords.
