Page 2 of Master Baldor
What didn’t happen was more like it?
“On our third date, we went out for pizza and then to a sundae bar. The date felt like foreplay, and the more we did in my Middle space, the more turned on I became. He invited me back to his place and, despite my hesitancy, I’m thankful because it forced me to see what my raging libido could not, and who knows how long his charade would have gone on.
“Anyway, when we arrived, we made out on the couch and it was pretty good. I excused myself to go to the bathroom and across from the bathroom, noticed a nursery. Intrigued, I glanced in and saw everything for a Little’s age-play nursery. It took a moment for my mind to process it all. At first glance, I saw a nursery and wondered if he had a baby, or worse, a wife and baby. Taking a deeper look is when I saw the adult diapers and clothes for grown-up Littles. I went back to the living room and asked him about age play, asking him again what he was expecting from me.”
Drink number two arrived and, after setting down my glass, I noticed our server retreated to a barstool close to our table.
Interesting.
“Earth to Shelby.”
“Huh? Oh, sorry.” I laughed. “Peter spent the next half an hour telling me he wanted me to be his baby. He wanted me to spend the night at his place in the crib. He wanted to bathe me and pat my bottom and put me to bed. You see where I’m going. But I’m not a baby Little. I’m a Middle Little and I don’t want to be a baby, and even if I did, I wouldn’t regress to a baby. That is just too young for me.”
Dahlia looked curious, and I knew what was coming next.
“Not being into age play at all, and preferring straight up BDSM, can you tell me what the difference is and why you like it so much?”
I sighed; how I hated giving explanations. “There are many levels to this lifestyle, and Daddy-Dom is just one of them. Inside of the Daddy-Dom, there are additional levels—Adult Baby, Little, Middle, and Teen.”
“And you are?”
“I’m between a Middle and a Teen. Here’s the thing: Daddy-Dom relationships are not limited exclusively to a male dominant and a female submissive. Though ‘Daddy’ kinks are more commonly discussed, the ‘Mommy’ kink is also prevalent in the BDSM community, and the kink doesn’t have any gender quota.
“But for now, let’s stick with M/f. The Little takes the role of the child-like, sweet girl and regresses in age, and that can vary from a baby who wears diapers to a young teenage girl called a Middle.
“DD/lg, Daddy-Dom/little girl, kinky age-play/role-play or whatever your description is between two consenting adults. A diaper lover is different, someone who gets turned on by the act of wearing them or the other person wearing them. It is sexual, versus the relationship of the other roles that allow for certain aspects to come into play. One of those, and my biggest point of contention, is giving all my control to someone else. That is not me, but for some Littles, it is what they dream of, want, and need. I have a career, and I’m independent to a degree and don’t identify with that at all. For me it’s more about being free to be that bratty girl who listens to Joan Jett and rocks out to the 80s, getting lost in a young teen version of myself, and having someone in my life who will indulge that aspect of me. Sure, I have things I suck at and would be more than happy to hand over some control, but not all. Does that make sense to you?”
“I never realized it was so complex. This guy then, Peter, was, is, looking for a Little who wants to be a baby and hand over all control?”
I nodded. This discussion was making me feel depressed. Which was not what I wanted at all. I’d hoped seeing Dahlia would give me the connection I’d been really missing these past few days, but the conversation was reminding me how alone I truly was. Dahlia’s phone beeped, and as she read the text message, her eyes became shiny, and an odd smile lit up her face. She quickly typed back and then deposited her phone in her pocket.
“Maybe I should be asking you what’s new.” I sucked down half my drink as I waited for her to share her newest love interest.
Her shining eyes only became brighter as she went on to tell me about a man she met who she had plans to play with later that night. Dahlia was straight-up BDSM with a passion for playing the damsel in distress. She loves the fantasy of being rescued by her imaginary knight in shining armor. As it was, she had been rescued by some less than savory characters. I had no doubt that whoever this guy was, he probably was less than deserving of her temporary submissiveness, but who was I to judge?
“You should go, get ready. It sounds like you have planned a fun evening.”
“What about you?” Dahlia asked, already preparing to depart.
“I’ll be fine, and besides, I do know other people here, go and have fun; one of us should.”
Dahlia laughed and after giving me one of her infamous one-armed hugs, she headed out the door, her cute flared mini skirt swinging in time with her steps. I sighed and sucked back the last of my drink. I needed to have some fun and looked around the lounge area of Midgard, wondering what I should do next.
It was still early, and the bar was relatively empty. Our server was at the bar talking with a beautiful woman. They must have felt me looking at them because both women glanced at me simultaneously. I blushed and gazed down at my empty drink. Should I order another? I hadn’t drunk booze in weeks and was already feeling the effects. Lifting my gaze, I saw the one behind the bar smile and wave me over. What did I have to lose; maybe I would make a new acquaintance.
I took a stool at the bar beside the server.
“Hello,” she said in a quiet husky tone, “I’m Imogen.”
“And I’m Raia,” the other cut in. “Nice to meet you—”
“Shelby, I’m Shelby. Nice to meet you too.”
“I love your Pia Zadora look,” Raia commented. “So iconic, a lush woman trapped in a hot body and looking like a young girl, every man’s fantasy, no?”
My jaw dropped in shock. Imogen let out a raspy chuckle at my expression.
“I won’t lie. I’m so surprised you know who Pia is.”