Page 95 of Learning to Change

They were very smart.

“You’re welcome.” Daddy chuckled and tucked a pillow under my head so I could cuddle better. “There we go.”

Much better.

The pillow helped me wrap myself around them like a bent spoon and I could cuddle them both. “Someone needs to rub my bottom. It’s cute and feels nice.”

“Of course, how could we forget that.” Master Tate sounded like he was going to tease me, but he was wonderful and squeezed my bottom and gave it good rubs. “Pretty bottoms need lots of attention.”

They really did.

I was going to tell them that but Daddy distracted me. “Did you like that better than with your cage on?”

Oh.

“I don’t know.” That was a hard question. “We’ll have to try again.”

Master Tate chuckled but his squeeze said he liked that plan. “You need to double-check that, huh?”

Closing my eyes as I tucked myself even closer to them, I nodded. “Yes. They’re both really nice.”

“Is that why you want to share with Dean?” Master Tate nearly giggled as Daddy groaned, but he leaned over and kissed my shoulder too. “You want him to feel good too?”

“Everyone should feel good.” I wiggled my arm and managed to pet them both, but it wasn’t working enough to hug them. “And I…I was thinking and we…I was…”

Shoot.

“Words are hard.” Floating was better but I didn’t want to forget. “I was thinking that I’m kind of loud excited and Daddy’s quiet excited, and I’m like the loud people on the internet who get all the attention.”

Yes, I’d found the words.

They couldn’t hide from me.

“We keep forgetting to give Daddy attention. He needs spankings and tails and…and stuff…” Yes, wait. “What’s his stuff? It’s hard to remember.”

We needed to make Daddy more loud excited…as long as he kept taking care of me.

“Taking care of me is his stuff too…I just forgot the other parts.” Yes, we couldn’t forget how important I was. “Master? What’s his stuff? What kind of tail does Daddy want?”

I needed a nap before we looked at more tails, though.

“I think…wait…I don’t think…he was…he said no mouse tails. So…so that probably means no piggy ones either.” They were kind of cute, though. “Do you…do you think he’s monsterful or magical? Daddy might be a dragon.”

He’d be a cute dragon.

He was making dragony growly kinds of breathing sounds already.

“He might need more time to figure out what kind of sub he is.” Master Tate was still sounding very Master even though I could hear his smile. “I think he’s a…let’s call it a quieter kind of sub. I’m not sure he’s a run around and chase his tail kind of sub.”

“Quiet is special too.” Chasing tails was better, but I could help Daddy with that later. I was good at explaining things as long as it didn’t involve other people asking me out on dates. “Daddy takes care of me and you and everybody. But he forgets to take care of himself.”

Silly Daddy.

I was going to tell him how silly he was…later…yes…later.

“No naps.” Daddy’s finger trailed down my face cheek when I yawned. “It’s too late in the day for that.”

It was never too late for a nap…and my eyelids were so heavy.

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