Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33327 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 167(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33327 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 167(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Mindy nodded as Tricia put a few inches between them and lifted Mindy’s pumpkin shirt over her head. “Is orange your favorite color?”
Mindy pulled her thumb out to answer. “Sometimes. It’s a happy color.”
“It sure is, Baby girl.” Tricia unhooked her bra next. “No more bras at home. Got it?”
Mindy shuddered as her breasts were freed, feeling self-conscious. “Yes, Ma’am,” she murmured before popping her thumb back into her mouth.
“I know some Little girls struggle with the feeling of not wearing a bra, but if you take this step to start a new life, you won’t ever wear a bra again. Baby girls don’t wear bras.”
Mindy’s cheeks heated. It made sense, but she always felt weird when her nipples weren’t covered.
She tried to picture a Daddy taking care of her and seeing her naked all the time. She couldn’t quite picture it, but she supposed she would eventually feel comfortable with the idea.
Tricia pulled her leggings and panties down next before rising and turning the two of them so she could lift Mindy onto the bed. She guided her onto her back next.
Mindy was grateful to be permitted to suck her thumb because the exposure was stressful.
Tricia set her hands on either side of Mindy’s head and leaned over her. “Look at me, Baby girl.”
Mindy obeyed.
“You are a very pretty Little girl, inside and out. Any caregiver will be lucky to add you to their family.”
Mindy blinked, not responding. It was hard to believe that was true.
Tricia smiled. “Can you bend your knees and spread them open wide for me, Baby girl?”
Mindy slowly did as she was told, grateful that Tricia held her gaze the entire time.
Tricia finally pushed to standing, set a finger at the base of Mindy’s neck, and trailed the fingertip down the center of her body to her belly button. She didn’t touch anywhere erotic, but Mindy felt her arousal climb anyway.
“I know that orgasm I gave you the other night was your first. Did you play with your little titties and pussy since then, Baby girl?”
Mindy shook her head and sucked her thumb harder. She’d thought about it, but the concept was too new to her, and the idea had made her feel naughty somehow.
“Good girl. I know you experience pleasure from age play. That’s normal. Many Little girls are titillated by the lifestyle. I don’t want you to think you’re somehow naughty for the feelings you’re experiencing. There’s nothing wrong with accepting the fact that your titties get hard and needy when they’re exposed. It’s also not weird for your pussy to feel swollen and moisture to leak out of you. Okay?”
Mindy nodded subtly. No matter what Tricia said, she was embarrassed. There was no way to conceal her tight nipples or the wetness leaking from her sex.
“Hard rule though.” Tricia tapped a finger on Mindy’s nipple, causing her to arch her chest and moan before she could stop herself. “I want you to keep your naughty little fingers away from these sweet buds and your greedy pussy, understood?”
Mindy’s eyes were wide. She didn’t even blink. She was too shocked by Tricia’s words.
Tricia eased Mindy’s thumb out of her mouth. “What’s my rule, Baby girl?”
Mindy swallowed hard before clearing her throat. “I won’t touch myself, Ma’am.”
“Touch yourself where, Baby girl?”
Mindy’s already heated face grew hot enough to catch on fire as Tricia stared at her intently. “I won’t touch my titties or my pussy,” she murmured, feeling so very naughty just for speaking those words out loud.
“Good girl. I know you might feel aroused from the deeper age play, but keep your fingers to yourself. The only time your hands should be between your legs will be to wipe your skin clean. Do not linger. Do not push your fingers into your tight little cunt or your bottom. Understood?”
Mindy could hardly move a muscle even to nod. Besides her shock, she was growing more aroused by the moment from the discussion. It confused her.
Tricia lifted a brow, waiting for a verbal response?
“Yes, Ma’am,” Mindy managed to squeak out.
“Good girl.” She reached up to tap both nipples at the same time, followed immediately by pinching them between her fingers and thumbs and tweaking them.
Mindy whimpered and squirmed.
“If you get desperate and need to come, you may call me and ask me to relieve you.”
“Yes, Ma’am,” Mindy whispered barely loud enough to be heard. The memory of Tricia bringing her to orgasm the last time she saw her came flooding to the front. It had been the singular best moment of Mindy’s life. She wanted to experience it again, but there was no way she would have the balls to ask for it.
Mindy wondered if that was the sort of thing Tricia did for all the Littles in the daycare or even at The Center. Was it something caregivers did? Bring Littles to orgasm? Did all Littles get aroused by the thought of being touched like that?