Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
I hope so. Right now, I’m panicking.
When I see the adult-sized car seat in the second row of the golf cart, I take a deep breath. I need to be prepared for all the new things I’m going to experience today. Some of them I’ve easily imagined. Others—like the car seat—I didn’t think of.
Daddy lifts me off my feet and settles me in the seat. He pulls a five-point harness over my shoulders, across my waist, and between my legs.
I giggle.
“What’s so funny, Little one?”
“The chances of me falling out of a golf cart and getting injured are so very slim.”
As soon as he’s done tightening my harness, he kisses my nose. “The chances went much lower now that I’ve secured you.”
I glance down at the straps. Two of them are rubbing my breasts. One is tugged tight against my sex. A thought occurs to me as Daddy climbs into the driver’s seat. The car seat isn’t so much meant to keep me safe. It’s meant to make me horny. I’m restrained. It’s rubbing against me in places that want attention.
As we head toward town, we pass all kinds of caregivers and Littles. The Littles are mostly in strollers or harnesses. Both would theoretically keep them safe, but more importantly, like the car seat, they are restraint systems.
I don’t have a lot of experience with restraints. I’ve never played with anyone at The Dungeon who secured me to an apparatus. I never thought it would interest me. I didn’t understand the hype.
Now I get it. My first solid taste of restraint was when Daddy held my hands down while he sucked on my nipples. It was so hot the room nearly caught on fire.
That feeling has returned. I can’t move much in any direction, and when I do, my nipples rub against my shirt and the tight straps over them.
My eyes are wide as Daddy drives us down main street. It’s so ordinary—if I only look at the businesses. The patrons are not ordinary. Everyone is a caregiver or a Little. Everyone is in the lifestyle. All the Littles are infants. This is why the island exists, to give all these people a safe place to practice their preferred kink.
When we reach the other end of the street, Daddy pulls into a spot in front of a building marked “Clinic.” I brace myself. Starting now, I’m one of the people practicing this form of age play.
There’s just one question. Is this the right fit for me?
Chapter Nine
I’m trembling as Daddy leads me into the clinic and a kind woman takes us back to an exam room. She says her name is Kelly, but I don’t hear much else as she speaks to Daddy.
I feel like I’m under water. It’s hard to believe I’m here in this medical facility about to see a doctor in a practice that caters to age play.
When she leaves the room, Daddy sits me on the end of the exam table. I try to snap out of it. “Is the doctor a real doctor?” I ask him.
“Yes, Little bunny. Everyone who works here is a doctor or a nurse. They really do treat sick and injured people. Littles sometimes fall and need stitches or break a bone. This clinic has everything needed to treat Littles. But…” He taps my nose. “There is a strong emphasis on preventive care here. Keeping Littles as healthy as possible so they don’t get sick is a priority. Do you know why?”
I shake my head.
He crowds me, standing extremely close and cupping my face. “Because an inordinately large number of people who enjoy age play also enjoy medical play.”
My breath hitches as I futilely attempt to close my legs, brought short as usual by my diaper. I’ve witnessed medical play at The Dungeon, at least peripherally. Most of the time, I averted my gaze and hurried past a medical scene to get to the play room. I told myself it was because I wouldn’t want someone to see me getting an exam, so why would anyone else enjoy that?
When Daddy’s hands slide under my T-shirt and make their way up my sides and around to flick my nipples, I gasp. I avert my gaze and look around the room. It looks like an ordinary exam room. There’s even a rolling tray with a blue napkin covering the implements under it.
Is the doctor going to use those on me?
I’m breathing heavily. I wonder if I’ve lied to myself about my interest in medical play.
I nearly jump clear off the table when the door opens. Two men step inside. They’re both smiling warmly. The first extends his hand to Daddy. “Good to see you, Elijah. Who do we have here?” He turns toward me.
Daddy steps to one side of the exam table, keeping a hand on my lower back. “This is Petra. She’s going to be staying with me for a while, finding herself.”