I’m loving the way Olivia is bashfully hiding her face as if she might be able to disappear. It must be a thing among human females since Sophie is also hiding from embarrassment.
Ekert has a twinkle in his eye. He’s going to milk this. I’m all in favor of it. “All of these are made out of kretium. It’s safe on the skin of Little bottoms. You can leave these plugs in as long as you’d like without worrying about sensitivities. This type is also easier to adorn with jewels.”
I lean over the tray.
He points to the front row. “I lined all the red ones up in front. I can also get you glass plugs, but they don’t have jewels. They’re a bit heavier too. I usually recommend glass for Little girls who have worn a plug for a while and have graduated to a larger size. How much experience does Olivia have with anal play?”
Olivia gasps and burrows into me deeper if that’s possible.
I grin, trying not to laugh. She’s so very precious when she’s embarrassed, but I don’t want to hurt her feelings. I stroke a hand down her back. “I don’t think Olivia has ever worn a plug, but I’ve been stretching her rectum a bit more every day. She should be able to accept a mid-sized plug.”
She whimpers. Her bottom clenches on my lap.
“Let me make a suggestion,” Ekert adds after watching me ponder my options. “Why don’t you try a starter kit first. I have several in the back room. They’re made out of a less valuable material and come in a set of gradually increasing sizes. That way you can work her up to whatever size you decide is a good fit and let me know. Meanwhile, I’ll find a few gems to match the other ones you’ve chosen and make you a custom plug in the size you decide on.”
I smile at him. “Perfect,” I say as I rise to standing, holding Olivia under her bottom while rubbing her back with my other hand. “I think I’ve worn my Little girl out. She needs to go down for a nap soon.”
“This Little one does too,” Ekert states, patting Sophie between her breasts.
Sophie makes a little sound, a whimper of protest.
Ekert chuckles. “After I warm up her bottom apparently.” He points over his shoulder. “Let me grab those plugs for you.”
He’s back a minute later, and the two of them walk with us to the door.
I pry Olivia back from my chest. “Can you say goodbye, Baby girl?”
“Bye,” she whispers. “Thanks for having me.” At least she adds that last part. Sometimes she gets in her head and struggles to be polite, but she’s getting better.
She’s quiet on the walk home and remains that way while I feed her. When I settle her in her crib, I kiss her forehead and meet her gaze.
She’s totally in her head. Sometimes I can read her, but this time, I’m struggling. I don’t know if she’s retreating or just absorbing everything that happened this morning.
I leave her to nap, feeling heavy again.
Olivia is a challenge at every turn. I just want her to be happy, and I feel confident I’m not doing anything to sabotage her happiness. She does that all on her own.
I know she was aroused the entire time we were talking about nipple piercing and bottom plugs. I can easily read the signs and smell her pheromones. Even though she’d been embarrassed, part of her mortification actually increases her arousal.
The problem is she’s struggling to come to terms with those truths. And until she does, there isn’t much I can do but be patient and wait.