Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 77887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
It was going to be good, I knew that just by the look on his face, but I nodded anyway. “Yes?”
“You didn’t say penis or use gendered words.” He cocked his head. “Why?”
Oh.
Um.
Fuck it all.
I needed more coffee before his brain worked this well.
“I wasn’t sure what you wanted me to say and I’m very flexible, but in the moment it’s…I didn’t want to offend you or take you out of the fantasy.” It was a slightly rambly response, but it seemed to make him happy for the time being.
His head bopped from side to side for another moment before he gave a decisive nod. “We’ll talk about that tonight too. I should’ve realized we needed to talk about body words, legit-sounding ones like penis or clit, and naughtier ones like pussy. Yes, we should’ve done that first.”
Yes, we should have.
Emerson gave me a smacky kiss and smiled reassuringly. “I won’t let us get distracted this time and I won’t try to seduce you either. I’ll be very professional tonight.”
I wasn’t sure why, but that sounded very scary.
Chapter 13
Emerson
“What does a very professional doll wear?” Eli knew everything about what to wear in interesting situations, so when I’d spent ten minutes trying on a dozen different outfits, I gave up and called in reinforcements.
He was very quiet for a few seconds before being helpful right off the bat. “Boy doll professional, action figure, or girl doll professional?”
“Oh, good question.” I should’ve started there and not with what panties made my ass look best. “Not action figures, that would come across as confrontational and I don’t have the right boots for that anymore.”
The right footwear made the outfit and mine had disappeared after I’d loaned them last Halloween.
And I wasn’t sure how my ass looked in camo.
“See, we’ve already narrowed down a whole style of clothing.” Eli was wonderfully chipper, but Roman’s moaning was distracting. “Alright, femme doll or masculine?”
Hmm.
“Feminine because that’s going to distract Owner and he’ll stop worrying.” I was feeling much more confident as I hurried back over to my closet. “I look very good in heels. What says sexy without looking like I’m going to seduce him? I promised to be good tonight.”
Eli sighed. “That doesn’t sound fun at all.”
“It’s wonderful.” I grinned as I started sorting through my clothes. “We’re discussing limits and body words and things like if he can call me his dirty little slut.”
Eli giggled. “How is that even a question? I called you a slut when I was spanking you…when was that…two weeks ago? Well, never mind that, but you like being called names and you had a very cute boy clit when we put you in that cage and those old-school-looking briefs. God, they sold out in twenty-four hours. Did I tell you that?”
“No, that’s great.” They were so retro. “Okay, no getting me distracted with work. Naughty boy.”
He laughed again and Roman got even louder for a second.
Roman really needed to be quieter when Eli was on the phone.
It was just rude.
“A skirt suit.” Eli’s confident answer had me feeling ridiculous.
“I should’ve thought of that.” I had the cutest one that was so sexy and professional it would be perfect. It’d helped me get hired at L and L. “You’re so helpful. Thank you. And tell Roman thank you for being patient.”
With whatever they’d been doing.
Eli giggled and disconnected the call.
“Silly sub.” Alright, it was time to get dressed. I had a plan and an Owner to reassure. “This is going to be so much fun.”
Hopefully making him feel more confident in my reactions would make him think naughty thoughts.
Just putting on the thigh-high stockings and the lacy panties made me feel naughtier and more confident, but the suit with its cute little jacket and tight skirt would’ve given me a boost no matter what.
Eli was right, fashion was really firmly tied with mood.
Ideally, it would help Owner’s mood too.
Finishing right on time, as I gave the mirror one last look, I decided I was going to ask Owner what he thought of his doll wearing wigs. I was very happy with me. I was fabulous. But some outfits just looked better with longer hair.
But mine just didn’t want to grow very much so it was a pain in the ass.
“Another thing for our list because this would look even better with a cute pixie cut.” Giving myself one more once-over, I decided I was perfect and headed out to go find my hardworking Owner.
After he’d confessed that before our date he thought he’d been up nearly twenty-four hours, I decided taking care of him was my primary purpose in our relationship.
He clearly couldn’t be trusted to do it himself.
Between his passion for work and me, he didn’t have any leftover for himself, so that would be my job. And my first duty in my new job would be to make sure he stopped working at a reasonable time and ate dinner.