Page 40 of Accepting Love

“I didn’t forget anything. Little girls don’t need bras. I told you that last night. Do you need one to play? I assume not since you said you often play in the middle of the night.”

I slowly shake my head. “No, but I feel weird,” I say as he lowers the shirt over my head.

He’s on his knees now, and he hauls me into his arms. His head is a few inches below mine. He kisses my neck. “Being without a bra will help you feel like you’re in your Little space. It will help you distinguish. When you’re submitting to me as my Little girl, you won’t wear a bra. When we leave the house or have guests that require you to be in your adult space, I’ll put a bra on you. It will help you remember and differentiate.”

I smooth my hands over his shoulders. “I’ll try,” I whisper.

He grips my hips and slides his hands up the sides of my body until his thumbs rub over my globes and eventually flick my nipples.

I rise up on my toes and whimper. “But if you’re going to do that…”

He chuckles and stands. Cupping my face, he kisses me gently before lifting me up and sitting me on the counter. He puts my shoes and socks on me, resets me on my feet, and reaches for my brush.

“You’re even going to fix my hair?”

“Yep.”

I watch him closely as he carefully brushes it out without pulling it too hard a single time. He then parts it down the center. “Pigtails or braids?”

“Ummm. I don’t know.”

“That will help you compartmentalize your two selves also. When you’re Little, I’ll give you pigtails. When you’re not, I’ll leave it down or you can put it up in a clip like last night.”

“Okay.” I consider his words. It might work.

He gathers one side and puts it in a high pigtail that makes me giggle. “I look silly.”

He smiles at my reflection. “You don’t. You look perfectly adorable.”

After fixing the other side, he opens a drawer and then another. “Do you have any ribbons, Little one?”

“I don’t think so.”

“I’ll get you some.”

I stare at my reflection. I’m incredibly Little. Even though when I’m home I usually waver in a strange gray area, today I’m definitively Little.

He stands behind me and sets his palms on my shoulders. “You bring me to my knees,” he informs me.

I gasp and look up at his reflection.

“I’m the luckiest Daddy alive. What if you’re not real?”

At least I’m not the only one of us worried I’m living in a dream. “Then you’re not real either. We’ll both be sad and disappointed if we wake up from this amazing dream.”

He slides a hand up my front, tips my chin way back, and kisses my forehead from above. “Go on downstairs. I’m going to take a quick shower and get dressed. I’ll join you in a few minutes.”

“Okay.” I take a step toward the door when he pats my butt, but I turn back at the entrance and look at him. “Are you going to touch yourself as soon as I leave this room? Because that doesn’t seem fair.” My pulse picks up. I’m not usually this bold.

He chuckles. “I’m definitely going to relieve the pressure in my cock while I stand in your shower. And life isn’t fair. Daddy’s in charge.”

I pout. “Can I watch?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Ever?”

He comes toward me, gently pushes me out of the bathroom, and pulls the door almost closed. When only a few inches are left, he smiles at me. “You may watch sometime in the future, Little one. Now go eat breakfast.” He shuts the door and locks it.

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