Crazy or Normal?
458 Words
My entire day was so busy that I thankfully did not have any time to think about Daniel again. It was lunch and I was running down the cafeteria to grab a quick sandwich when I get a message from an unknown number.
*Meet me for coffee at 6 little one. Daniel*
Whoa. He was definitely not asking me out for coffee. He was telling me. I.. I zone out again. What's the matter with him and his texts. Should I go? I want to. What's the worse that can happen if I say yes? I might waste an evening. That is it. I decide to go.
*where? I am not little.* I text back.
*I will pick you up baby girl*
I groan.
It's five and I walk out of the office after fixing my makeup and sure he is waiting for me in his car. I get in and it's a quiet drive to the coffee place. Daniel seems nervous.
We sit in and he orders coffee for both of us. I don't protest. To be honest I kinda like it.
"So, what's a little? " I ask him.
"you are one," he says. His voice is so sexy.
I stare at him.
"I would like to take you to my place and show you what being a little means," he tells me.
After considering him for a bit, I nod.
We end up chatting for quite some time over a couple of cups of coffee. I got to know he stays with his brother Samuel who is not in town now and that they both are doctors.
He has been single for almost three years now and is into something called d**g. He tells me I will be able to understand it better once he shows me around his house. He is patient. And strong. I.. Kinda like him.
We drive to his house. I leave a quick text to tell Cass that I was with him. He shows me around. He lives a huge beautiful house. Everything is usual about his house except this one room. It has a huge crib and a changing table with straps and stuff like that. I look at him waiting for an explanation.
Okay. So he tells me everything about d**g and that he wants me to become his little. I often slip in and out of my headspace with him around without even realizing it.
Do I?
"So, would you like to be my little? " he asks, after explaining everything to me.
"No. I am not a little. Thank you." I say and get up to go back home.
He looks heartbroken and crestfallen but he doesn't try to stop me.
I walk out on him.
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