do it again. Sometimes, they just want to experience it once to see what it’s like. I myself, don’t share unless you, the sub, want the encounter.”
That seems fairly logical.
“So at no stage will you just say, ‘Ryan I’m lending you out’?”
“Not unless you tell me you want that. And if you do, then it’s my responsibility to find you a male or female Dominant that best suits your needs. I won’t be careless, and I won’t leave you alone in the care of another Dominant or Dominatrix, I’ll be present too. They’ll be able to play with you and scene with you, but you belong to me. And I take very good care of my possessions.”
“I’m your possession?” I think I best do more in depth research into this lifestyle. I’ve only just touched on it, and with what Stella’s saying, she’s confusing me.
“Yes, Ryan. When you’re in sub mode, I own you. I own every part of you. Your mind can let go and just be free, knowing that I’ll take care of your needs. And your body will learn to abandon the stress that resonates so deep within your soul.”
How can she see straight through me like this? It’s unnerving, yet exhilarating that I don’t have to put on my mask in front of her.
Chapter 13
I hear Lucy pad down the hallway, and see Mason and Stella move away from each other.
Lucy comes and curls herself up on my lap, and I give her a kiss on the forehead. She’s still a little warm to touch, but not too bad.
“How are you feeling?” Stella asks as she stands and goes to her medical bag.
“I’m okay, thank you,” Lucy says as she lets out a yawn.
“I’m just going to check your temperature.”
“Okay.”
Lucy sits still on my lap as Stella brings the digital thermometer to her forehead.
“She’s got a slight fever, but I’d let her body fight it. You hungry, Lucy Lui?” Stella asks.
“She’s one of my favorite actresses,” she squeals.
“She’s one of mine, too. I loved her in Charlie’s Angels.”
“Me too!” Lucy almost shouts.
“So, are you hungry?” Stella asks again.
“I am, but I want soup and dad sucks at making that. It’s always so…” Lucy pokes her tongue out indicating that my soup tastes disgusting. She’s not wrong of course, it does. I chuckle to myself and shake my head.
“Well, I’m really good at making soup. I’m sort of known as the soup queen back at home. I make the best tomato soup, ever.” Stella takes Lucy’s hand and leads her toward the kitchen.
“That’s my favorite one, but dad makes it with no taste. I like it tasty so I can dunk my grilled cheese in it.”
“Lucy, I think you and I are definitely going to be awesome friends. You wanna know my little secret?”
“Dad said I’m never allowed to have secrets and I have to tell him if anyone says I have to keep one,” I hear Lucy tell Stella.
Stella’s eyes snap up to find mine and I look away from her, not wanting her to see the black I’m hiding.
“Well, your dad’s very right. No one should have secrets from the ones we love, especially beautiful ten year old girls from their mom and dad.”
“You mean me, right?”
“Of course, unless Uncle Mason’s a ten year old girl.”
“I’ve not been a ten year old girl for lots of years,” Mason shouts out to the two lovely women in my life.
“You really are a dork, Uncle Mason.”
“C’mon Lucy, I’ll teach you how to make my tomato soup and you can make it for yourself and your dad so you don’t have to eat his yuck soup.”
I hear the glorious sound of the two beautiful creatures giggling from the kitchen.
Mason gets up and goes toward the back of the house.
I sit in my arm chair and watch them work in the kitchen together, just letting my mind fast forward and accept a happy future.
“Ry,” Mason calls from the down the back of the house.
I get up and go looking for him. He’s in the guest room he’s been in when he’s here and not at Stella’s.
“Hey,” I say from the bedroom
That seems fairly logical.
“So at no stage will you just say, ‘Ryan I’m lending you out’?”
“Not unless you tell me you want that. And if you do, then it’s my responsibility to find you a male or female Dominant that best suits your needs. I won’t be careless, and I won’t leave you alone in the care of another Dominant or Dominatrix, I’ll be present too. They’ll be able to play with you and scene with you, but you belong to me. And I take very good care of my possessions.”
“I’m your possession?” I think I best do more in depth research into this lifestyle. I’ve only just touched on it, and with what Stella’s saying, she’s confusing me.
“Yes, Ryan. When you’re in sub mode, I own you. I own every part of you. Your mind can let go and just be free, knowing that I’ll take care of your needs. And your body will learn to abandon the stress that resonates so deep within your soul.”
How can she see straight through me like this? It’s unnerving, yet exhilarating that I don’t have to put on my mask in front of her.
Chapter 13
I hear Lucy pad down the hallway, and see Mason and Stella move away from each other.
Lucy comes and curls herself up on my lap, and I give her a kiss on the forehead. She’s still a little warm to touch, but not too bad.
“How are you feeling?” Stella asks as she stands and goes to her medical bag.
“I’m okay, thank you,” Lucy says as she lets out a yawn.
“I’m just going to check your temperature.”
“Okay.”
Lucy sits still on my lap as Stella brings the digital thermometer to her forehead.
“She’s got a slight fever, but I’d let her body fight it. You hungry, Lucy Lui?” Stella asks.
“She’s one of my favorite actresses,” she squeals.
“She’s one of mine, too. I loved her in Charlie’s Angels.”
“Me too!” Lucy almost shouts.
“So, are you hungry?” Stella asks again.
“I am, but I want soup and dad sucks at making that. It’s always so…” Lucy pokes her tongue out indicating that my soup tastes disgusting. She’s not wrong of course, it does. I chuckle to myself and shake my head.
“Well, I’m really good at making soup. I’m sort of known as the soup queen back at home. I make the best tomato soup, ever.” Stella takes Lucy’s hand and leads her toward the kitchen.
“That’s my favorite one, but dad makes it with no taste. I like it tasty so I can dunk my grilled cheese in it.”
“Lucy, I think you and I are definitely going to be awesome friends. You wanna know my little secret?”
“Dad said I’m never allowed to have secrets and I have to tell him if anyone says I have to keep one,” I hear Lucy tell Stella.
Stella’s eyes snap up to find mine and I look away from her, not wanting her to see the black I’m hiding.
“Well, your dad’s very right. No one should have secrets from the ones we love, especially beautiful ten year old girls from their mom and dad.”
“You mean me, right?”
“Of course, unless Uncle Mason’s a ten year old girl.”
“I’ve not been a ten year old girl for lots of years,” Mason shouts out to the two lovely women in my life.
“You really are a dork, Uncle Mason.”
“C’mon Lucy, I’ll teach you how to make my tomato soup and you can make it for yourself and your dad so you don’t have to eat his yuck soup.”
I hear the glorious sound of the two beautiful creatures giggling from the kitchen.
Mason gets up and goes toward the back of the house.
I sit in my arm chair and watch them work in the kitchen together, just letting my mind fast forward and accept a happy future.
“Ry,” Mason calls from the down the back of the house.
I get up and go looking for him. He’s in the guest room he’s been in when he’s here and not at Stella’s.
“Hey,” I say from the bedroom
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