Page 8 of Daddy's Thirsty Little Doll
Toward the end of the movie, my baby started wiggling his hips, but this time it was different. “Do you need to potty, Emery?”
He let out a whine of frustration, and his wiggles grew in intensity. “But I don't wanna move. I’m comfy and don't want to miss the end.”
I paused the movie and rubbed soothing circles on his lower back. “I paused the movie so you won't miss it. You can't enjoy it if you're concentrating on not making a mess. Go potty, baby doll.”
He sighed in defeat and jumped off my lap. “I'll be right back… We can still cuddle when I get back, right?”
My heart nearly broke. My sweet boy was touch-starved, but I’d gladly hold him anytime for as long as he needed. “Of course, baby doll… Go potty.”
After several minutes, I decided to put the rest of the cookies away. I felt antsy as I made my way back to the living room. It’d been at least fifteen minutes since Emery left to go to the bathroom, and I was starting to worry. Unable to turn off my Daddy instincts, I headed down the hallway. It was like all the air left my body as I froze in the doorway of the open playroom.
Panic almost overtook me until I calmed down enough to process what I saw. Emery was sitting on the fluffy pink rug holding an equally fluffy pink teddy bear. His eyes were full of wonder and curiosity as they bounced around the room. It was time to tell my baby doll everything.
7
EMERY
It was beautiful. I’d been headed for the bathroom when I stumbled upon that room. I wasn't sure what it was for, but the giant changing table and full-sized bed made me pretty confident it wasn’t for a child, or at least a normal-sized one. Even the small table and chairs were taller and bigger than normal.
I was a guest and didn't want to snoop, but the room was like a magnet drawing me in, and I couldn't bring myself to look away. Fairy lights lined the ceiling, projecting a soft, peaceful glow. Every item was a shade of purple and pink. The table held various fluffy stuffed animals, and my fingers practically itched with need as I picked up the pink teddy bear.
Feeling overwhelmed, I hugged him tightly to my chest and sat down on the fluffy rug in the center of the room. I should’ve gone to the bathroom or back to Michael, but I couldn't bring myself to leave. The idea of leaving this room before I figured out why I felt this way made my chest hurt.
A startled yelp escaped me, and I whipped my head around when I felt a familiar warm hand land on my shoulder. “Sorry, baby doll, I didn't mean to scare you.”
Panic seized my chest once again. Michael had caught me, and he was going to be mad that I was snooping and kick me out. “I-I-I’m so?—”
His hand traveled down my back and rubbed soft circles down my spine. “Shh, none of that. It’s a very pretty room, isn't it?”
Tears prickled at my eyelids as I nodded. “It’s very soft and makes me feel like I’m being hugged. I didn't wanna leave… I—Sorry.”
His smile made my tummy flip, and I finally relaxed into his touch. “I'm so glad you like it. I was worried you’d freak out if you found it.”
My mind burned with a thousand questions, but I asked the one I was pretty sure I already knew the answer to. “It’s not a child’s room… is it?”
His warm chuckle filled the room. “No, baby doll. It’s not. Would you like me to tell you about it?”
“Yes, please… I’m not sure why, but it feels like I’ve found a missing piece, even if I don't know what it is yet.”
“I know exactly what you mean, and I’d love to tell you everything. Why don't we go over to that big rocking chair, and you can sit in my lap while I explain. Does that sound good?”
I squeezed the teddy closer to my chest and wiggled in excitement. “That sounds perfect. Can I bring him too?”
“Of course! We wouldn’t want him feeling left out.”
Michael made his way over to the big padded rocking chair and patted his thigh. My body felt warm and floaty, but it also felt heavy, and I didn't want to stand. The chair wasn't very far from where I was sitting, so I crawled over to him. I sat up on my knees once I was between Michael's legs and looked up at him. His silver hair was messy and fell in front of his face, and the way he looked at me made my tummy feel all swoopy again.
“Come up here, precious.” He leaned forward, grabbed me underneath my armpits, and hauled me into his lap. I wasn’t sure what was happening, but I knew I’d never felt so small and adored in my entire life.
“This is my playroom. I’m a Daddy Dom. I want to be the Daddy for a Little inside and out of the bedroom. Most Daddies dress their boys and follow their lead, but I want full control of my boy. Outside the bedroom, I want a little doll who will let me pick his pretty outfits and do his hair and makeup. Then I’ll take care of him while he plays with these toys and allows all of his adult responsibilities to slip away. Inside the bedroom, I want my baby doll under my full control. All he has to worry about is being my good little doll and let Daddy spoil his pretty pussy.”
My brain and cock felt like they were going to explode. Michael's words seeped into me and made me feel alive like never before. I’d always loved stuffed animals and having tea parties, and even though I was an adult, I never truly stopped wanting those things. But I’d let society dictate what I enjoyed and forced myself to leave those things behind. Was Michael really saying it was okay to want those things and that he was someone who would give me those things and more?
Then there was that word… pussy. I’d never liked women. I always knew I was gay, and while I loved feminine clothes, I didn't want to be a woman. But the idea of lying underneathMichael as he called me his baby doll and told me how much he loved being inside my pussy made my cock hard as iron. Tears once again threatened to spill. The barrage of emotions was overwhelming, but I felt as if I had finally found what I wanted… what I needed. I knew I wouldn't know for sure until I tried, but oh, how I wanted to try.
“I don’t know much about Littles and Doms… but I do know that everything you just said sounds like everything I’ve ever wanted. I don't want to be a woman… but I love feminine clothes and being called pretty.”
Looking down at the pink teddy, I squeezed him tighter. “I’ve always loved more girly toys, and I cried for weeks after I gave away the rest of my toys. I thought it was wrong that I still wanted—no,neededthose things, but… is it okay?”
