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It isn't. It's brilliant. Because then I don't have to face Brennan and Kaz. I don't have to school my reactions, and I can get everything I want out without needing to say it. But it's not my idea, so I'm going to be a twat about it.

"Why?" Edie can always see straight through my BS.

"Because..." I pause, trying to think of a plausible reason to call the best idea ever stupid. “Because! Because how do I know they're not just writing stuff I like because they saw it on my list?" I crow triumphantly.Andit's actually a pretty good reason.

As always, Edie already has a comeback ready for me. It sucks having a best friend that doesn't double up as a Little. "Then you make them write the list before you give them yours. Exchange it at the same time. No shenanigans. No hocus-pocus. Easy peasy, lemon squeezy."

"It sucks when you're this clever, Edie."

"I know. Even for me, it sucks. It's tough being this universally envied and hated." She lets out a dramatic sigh that has giggles bubbling out of me all over again.

"I love you, Edie."

"I love you too, babe. Now stop being a pussy and write that list. Then, when your men come home, you make them do the same thing."

After quick agreement, I say goodbye and grab some paper to sit down and pen down the list of things they need to know about me.Intimately.

Ageplay. Obviously. A girl needs her Daddies. And she needs her playtime. I know it's not technically sex-related, because I've never regressed in the bedroom, so I guess that kind of makes it a limit, right?

Next up. I do not mind a firm, naked hand on my ass, but anything more than that is scary. Maybe it's just because I've never met the kind of Daddy that knows how to use a paddle correctly.

My hard limits are easy. They've always been the same, and I don't see that changing any time soon. Anything that goes in a potty should stay there. Andallmy blood should remain inside me, thank you very much. Never ever, ever think about bringing a cane or whip close to me, and ignoring my super awesome self is a big no-no.

There. Done. Kind of.

It's always easier to put down the things you don't like. But opening yourself up and sharing the secrets of what you do like is so much more complicated. What if they don't understand that I need to be praised and valued? Some Doms, especially the ones that don't lean towards the Daddy kind, aren't always so keen on being overly affectionate and verbal in their attentions.

My hand hovers over the paper as I think about writing the next thing. It falls very firmly under ageplay. It's not so mucha kink, and probably not really a requirement. But something I very much want to do, andneedto be accepted for.

Will they look at me like I'm some kind of freak? Or will I be too Little for them?

Dammit. I really hope not. I kind of really like them. More than I care to admit.

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Pacis and Cuddles

Brennan

She's been up tosomething.

She looks... not quite guilty? But something. And I honestly can't wait for the day I know her well enough to decipher her expressions.

Kaz is still at work, but a quick look at the clock confirms he won't be much longer, and Zelda? Well, she's sitting on the floor in the lounge, a rainbow-coloured stuffed bear wrapped in her arms and a pacifier in her mouth. The folded piece of paper on the floor in front of her looks ominous, and a severe sense of foreboding washes over me.

What the hell could be on that piece of paper? Obviously, it's something bad enough that she's clutching at all her comfort items in front of me.

Wait.

What?

She's sucking a pacifier in front of me.

Looks like I can be just as much of an idiot when it comes to being oblivious to the elephant in the room.

Joy rushes through me at the realisation she's feeling comfortable enough to show me her Little side.

"Hello, pumpkin. Did you have a good day?" I ask, testing the waters.

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