Page 4 of Daddy's Little Dreamer

He smiled, jotted down a few notes, then tore the sheet from the pad and handed it to me. “This website will explain everything. While male lactation is rare, it does occur in some and there is nothing wrong with you, nor will this affect your ability to have children.”

“Wait, I can get pregnant?”

This time he full on laughed. “No, you can’t. Don’t get the two mixed up. Could you nurse a baby? Absolutely, and some in the Lactin community do. They’re called male wet nurses, and from what I understand, the job pays very well. Again, I refer you to the the Lactin Brotherhood website. Information as well as opportunities for assistance, so to speak, can be found there.”

“Do you lactate?” My curiosity piqued, I wondered just how many men I knew did in fact have this gene? Hell, if my old man did he never said anything. But then again, he had very few kind words for me as it was and I sure as hell wasn’t telling him about this.

“No, I don’t, but I can assure you this is normal and nothing is wrong with you.”

“What triggered this, I mean, it never happened before?” Frantically, I searched for the right words or at least ones that made sense. How did he see this as normal? This wasn’t freaking normal.

“Jayger, you’ll find a way to make this work for you. Now, I have other patients to tend to. Listen to the doctor,” he tapped the paper again. “Go to the website. Your path to discovery begins there.”

Dumbfounded. Dazed and confused. All of the above with a side of irritation.

I drove back to school on autopilot. Operating a motor vehicle probably wasn’t wise given my current state of mind, but once I was in my dorm room, straight to the internet I went.

The website the doc gave me was packed with a plethora of information. Everything from wet nursing to clothing and binding agents that assisted with managing leakage to some really off the wall shit. But what caught my eye was an ad on their site for a lifestyle club searching for any gender wet nurses for thelittlesin their club.

Littles as in children?

I wasn’t comfortable with that but to each their own. Given the fact I’d rarely heard children labeled as littles, that led me to believe the word described something else entirely since this was an eighteen and older website.

I clicked on the link for the club and scoured the tabs and there it was.

The Littles Room.

And down the wormhole I went, directly into a very enlightening educational overview of a BDSM lifestyle. Who knew it wasn’t all whips and chains?

Littles and their Mommies, Daddies, or Bigs are a unique relationship dynamic within the BDSM community known as age play that is built on trust. Middles, Littles and Mommies, Daddies, or Bigs come in all age ranges and types. In this unique exchange, rules are established by each couple entering into it beforehand. While some relationships do include elements of BDSM, others do not but a firm contract with limits set in place should be enacted before engaging in any form of play.

Age play is when one of the partners digresses into a headspace that’s a younger version of themselves knowing that their Dom/Domme—Mommy, Daddy, or Big, will assume the role of caregiver and therefore they are free to trust and let go. For some, being a little/middle is full-time, trusting their caregivers to care for all aspects of their needs from feeding and nurturing to controlling the finances, while others are part-time relationships and the littles/middles have jobs and handle their own finances, etc.

Again, the dynamic is determined by those involved, but age regression is a form of therapy for many. A way to let go and be carefree knowing their partner will be there for them while they seek the desired comfort and solitude they need.

Many of these relationships are sexual in nature though not all are, especially while in their desired headspace. Others are merely playtime, scheduled playdates where each party leaves once the session is over. There is no right or wrong way to live this lifestyle as long as the partners involved consent beforehand.

As with any relationship, open communication and determining what works for those involved will be the key to its success.

So, they wanted me to nurse an adult in an age play relationship even if they had a partner?

Whoa, I had so much to learn.

Why did this prospect excite me?

But, given the fact my scholarships only covered a portion of my fees, and my savings had run dry, it was an occupation, so to speak, to consider while I finished school.

I filled out the endless forms and applications on their site and agreed to provide urine and blood samples. Shortly after submission, was emailed the paperwork with the location to go to for the um, donations. From there, it was a waiting game. Unsure what they tested for, I not so patiently waited while they got the results back because this had turned into a bit of an obsession for me.

“Good evening, Jayger. I’m Headmistress Sage, welcome to our club.” A striking woman with a no-nonsense aura about her met me in the lobby after I’d signed in. I had the overwhelming urge to drop and give her twenty pushups.

“Thank you, Headmistress. I’m a bit, nervous.” I wiped my sweaty palms on the best pair of pants I had. Not easy to find as a broke-ass college student but thrift stores had become my friend.

“No need to be, Jayger. As long as you abide by the rules, we’ll get along just fine. They were established to protect all our patrons and consent is everything. Follow me.”

That much I knew. It’d been reiterated throughout the documents I read.

I followed her through an elaborate set of double doors and into what I could only describe as a bar type area. Tables and chairs were spread throughout, and along the perimeter were high back benches and tables. Furnishings that were most likely chosen to give an air of privacy to those utilizing them.

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