My Little Heart

Two

"Die."

"Well, that was mean and unnecessary."

"I didn't mean it."

Henry was frowning at my weak attempt to scare him off. So I decided to just give in and I handed him my sippy cup.

"Thank you, you little jerk." He smirks and leaves to replace the coffee with orange juice.

After yesterday's events, I woke up feeling really little. I could usually control it as I was really shy and didn't like being an inconvenience to those who didn't sign up for little me.

Kiara and Henry would remind me everyday though, that they did in fact sign up for it. They were the best people in my life and I appreciated how they never judged me and always cared for me. Especially since they knew how hard it'd been for me to find a caregiver.

Kiara's been my best friend since high school, and she was actually the reason I discovered the lifestyle. She was really into BDSM and had experimented quite a bit. From what she's shared, I knew she was a dominant and a bit of a sadist. She recently told me that she thought she wanted to be a dominatrix, but she was nervous to tell Henry.

Henry also discovered BDSM because of Kiara. He never judged her and actually really liked what Kiara had taught him so far. He learned early on that I was a little and reassured me that I didn't have to hide it when he was around.

"Good morning!" Kiara announced and plopped herself on the couch next to me. She had her kinky curls up in a messy bun and was glistening from her morning shower.

"Has he called, Bebs?" She asks me and shakes my arm excitedly.

I shook my head but it was only 12:00 p.m. on a Sunday morning.

I spilled everything to Kiara once we got home last night. She was so excited for me since it's been harder lately to be without a caregiver. It just seemed impossible to find someone who was a true, genuine daddy or mommy dominant.

The BDSM community was great because the real, passionate people made sure to prioritize legal age and consent. Unfortunately, there'd be those few creeps who tried to ruin it and they were not true people of the community.

I had a little instagram account and I was active online, but it was hard to trust people. Any dominants I met were what we called "fake doms," and they usually would ask for sexual favors within the first week of talking.

"Don't worry about it, he'll call. Lori was telling me that he hasn't had a little in over a year." Kiara says.

"And he's a caregiver dominant?" Henry asks from the kitchen.

"That's what Lori says."

Kiara and Lori had really hit it off. Lori shared that she was a dominant and her wife Susie was her submissive/pet. She had events often but she only did open invites every once in a while for safety reasons.

Anyways, we ended up spending the whole afternoon watching Adam Sandler movies and snacking. Sunday was recharging day since we'd all have to go back to work tomorrow.

I knew since my freshman year of high school that I wanted to be a hairdresser. I'd been doing my own hair as well as my mom's hair for years and nothing made me as happy. So, I went straight into cosmetology school which was torturous but now I work for a cute little shop and it was enough to get me by.

Kiara was still going to school since she was always changing majors, and she worked part-time at a fancy restaurant. Henry was in financial management and I knew nothing about it other than it paid well.