I got kidnapped and he was going to play with me to make sure I was safe and happy.
“I also can’t wait to get you out of your regular everyday clothes.” Master frowned like they were naughty. “You look very nice for going out in public but not for being at home.”
Oh, that was fun.
“What kind of clothes does your pretty boy wear at home?” Master had big thoughts on everything, so I wasn’t surprised when his frown turned thinky and adorable. “What kind of doll am I going to be today?”
“I need to think about regular everyday kind of clothes for you, but these will only work in public or when we have company.” Master sighed when he started taking off my socks. “You’re going to look very handsome dressed up as my regular everyday partner, though. We need to get a tux made for you for some work events I have coming up.”
“I’ve never been someone’s everyday partner. You get to take that virginity too.” It sounded interesting and boring all at the same time. “How do we do that?”
Master shrugged as he reached for my pants. “We’ll tell people about your job—whatever that turns out to be—and how you help keep me on track with projects. People at those kinds of events like hearing how much you support my art even if it’s bullshit, so we’ll practice how to make it sound believable.”
My laughing made him smile as he unbuttoned my jeans. “I can do that. I’ll be a good supportive everyday partner.”
We just wouldn’t tell them it was the other way around because he needed someone special to take care of.
“You’re amazing at doing things for me.” Master leaned over and gave me a quick kiss. “Just right now you’re helping me to calm down because I let you get kidnapped.”
Well, yes.
“But you rescued me and I didn’t have to be rude.” So it hadn’t been that bad. “And you made sure to track my phone before I left this morning.”
He’d been very smart.
“I’m going to work on having other ways to track your body. I should’ve thought about what we’d do if you were separated from your phone.” Master sighed as he looked at the practical underwear I’d put on before running my errands.
Rules stated I had to go out in clean clothes, but I only had boring ones at my other house.
“I don’t lose it, so I didn’t think that would be an issue on your first day of tracking me, Master.” I was very careful with things like my phone and my wallet. “You did a very good job with the options you had available. You even gave me that one button thing so I could quickly call you.”
Oh, he did his big exhale.
He believed me.
“You took good care of your toy even though it had to leave your sight for a little while.” I thought he’d done a good job but he was still making grumbly sounds as he sat me up and pulled off my T-shirt. “I’m very proud of you for how you handled something stressful.”
Oh, Master wanted to be proud about that too but he had to keep being serious. “I’ll do better next time, but I really think it was you that did a wonderful job.”
He was so proud of me I got another kiss. “Thank you, Master.”
Being kidnapped had been stressful but it turned out that I was good under pressure.
“You’re welcome, but to make us both feel better, we’re going to have quality time together in the workshop.” Master’s eyes got a faraway look that made me think he was planning something very creative for his doll. “Yes…relaxing and fun too.”
Yay.
“I’m glad.” Being a real-world person had been a fun game for a little while but I was ready to belong to Master again. “And I’m glad to be home where you can take care of me.”
It was probably good to know that I could do things on my own, but I really didn’t want to have to do that very often.
“I’ll protect you better, pretty boy.” Master smiled as he laid me down again and reached for my underwear. “I’ve already started planning out our options.”
That was good because I hadn’t started learning about ways to track subs yet. I knew a few based on the FBI and cop shows I’d watched, but I wasn’t sure those would be helpful in our situation. “Thank you, Master.”
It was like a very strange weight had lifted off my shoulders and I could finally relax. Part of that feeling might’ve been because I was naked and on my changing table, though. It’d already started to feel like some kind of transitional space.
There was a word for it…I’d heard it somewhere online but I couldn’t remember it. That didn’t matter, though. It was my space where I was going from something else to being Master’s doll where I didn’t have to worry about anything.
