When I broke down, embarrassment and shame threatened to swallow me whole. Then Ellery’s kindness and warm touch instantly quieted those ugly thoughts.
I’d always seen myself as the Daddy. Needing to be the one in control and providing care. When Ellery asked me if I needed time to be in my Daddy headspace, it made me feel cared for in ways I’d never quite felt before.
Most people didn’t realize that being a Daddy is just as vital to us as regressing is to littles. When caring for someone, they become my whole focus. The rest of the world and all my worries fade away. Beinga Daddy is my safe space. It grounds me just as much as painting does. It will always be a part of me.
When we reached my bedroom, I released Ellery’s hand from mine and regretted the action almost instantly. Unfortunately, it was unavoidable. I placed their bags neatly on the bed and then turned toward them and opened my arms.
I expected them to step into my embrace, but what actually happened was infinitely better. Ellery wrapped their arms around my neck and then jumped. Their legs were quick to wrap around my waist. My arms instinctively reached down and grabbed their ass to hold them tighter against me.
“Princess, I need to know. Do you have any hard limits while in little space?”
Ellery nuzzled their cheek against my shoulder, practically purring like a kitten. “I very rarely get aroused in little space, but if I do, I’m okay with anything except penetration. I only like spanking as a reward when I’m big. If I need discipline, big or little, I prefer ways that don’t involve any impact play. I like impact play, but I don’t get off on being bad. Needy or slutty, sure, but never bad. That’s just not my thing.” Ellery lifted their head and gave me a smirk. “I’m a good princess after all.”
Their playfulness made me smile. I loved how easily they opened up to me. “Thank you for telling me, darling. I agree, I’d much rather give my good princess a spanking. But if my naughty baby needs discipline, I have plenty of methods that don’t involve any impact play.”
They relaxed against me and started rubbing their face into the crook of my neck. They were so damn adorable, I thought I was going to have a heart attack. “Thank you, Daddy.”
“You don’t ever have to thank me for respecting your limits. That’s a requirement, not a favor. Do you need anything specific when little?”
Ellery’s body tensed slightly, and I almost thought they weren’t going to speak. After what felt like forever, they spoke. “I’m pretty easy going. I don’t regress young enough to want diapers, but uh... sometimes I struggle to really sink into my headspace. I thought it was because I didn’t have a Daddy, but even when I tried playing with a caregiver, I still struggled. Tristan helped me realize that sometimes I need verbal reminders to help me slip into or sometimes stay in my headspace.”
I wasn’t quite sure what they meant by that. I knew that some littles struggled to slip into their headspace and would use clothes and their littles’ items to help. Every little was different, and if Ellery needed verbal reminders, I would be happy to provide them... I just needed to know what that meant.
“Lots of littles need help slipping into or maintaining their headspace. There’s nothing wrong with that. How exactly can I help remind you?”
Ellery’s hands twisted nervously in my shirt as they spoke. “I like being told I’m too small to worry about certain things or that it’s not my problem or place. Some littles can completely shut off the big part of their brain, but sometimes it feels like big me is always there in the background, still worrying, still on standby. Big me is stubborn and needs lots of reassurance that they aren’t needed in that moment. Iknow I must sound crazy talking about myself like I’m two different people, but—”
My poor princess was nervous and rambling, so I cut them off. “Shh, princess. You’re okay. There is absolutely nothing wrong with that. I completely understand what you’re saying.” I leaned forward, letting my lips ghost the shell of their ear. “And as for crazy... I happen to like crazy.”
Ellery shivered and let out a low moan. “David.” They said my name dramatically, drawing each syllable out with a whiny tone.
“I’m just teasing, princess. I don’t think you’re crazy.”
I carefully moved us over to the empty side of the bed and sat down. With them still in my lap, legs wrapped around my waist, I gently grabbed their chin and forced their gaze to mine. “In fact, I think it sounds quite nice. I get to hold my princess just like this and tell them all about how small and adorable they are.” Ellery squirmed in my lap, their cheeks flushing an adorable shade of pink.
“Would you like help getting into the right headspace, princess?”
They tried to nod, but my grip was firm on their chin. “Yes, Daddy.”
Fuck I loved how that word sounded coming from them. “You’re so adorable, princess. You fit so perfectly in my lap like a tiny kitten. If you ever need a reminder that you’re my little princess and that Daddy always has you, climb up into my lap and feel how small and snug you are in my arms.”
Ellery’s face was flushed, and their eyes were slightly glassy. Their whole body radiated excitement. With every word that left my mouth, little Ellie came closer to the surface.
“I’m here, darling. You don’t have to think about a thing. All you have to worry about is putting on your pretties so Daddy can see how gorgeous and talented his baby is.”
Ellie wiggled in my lap with excitement. “Daddy... can I go put them on now, please?”
Unable to help myself, I kissed the tip of their nose. “Of course you can, princess. Thank you for being so polite. I’ll be in the living room, and my room will be your special dressing room.”
Ellie jumped off my lap and twirled around in excitement. “Yay! Dress-up time!”
“I’ll leave the door cracked, so just call out if you need me.”
Ellie’s smile was pure joy and warmed me to my core. “Okay, Daddy.”
After leaving the door slightly cracked, I made my way back into the living room. To give Ellie plenty of room to strut and twirl as they showed off their dresses, I pushed the coffee table against the wall.
Everyone I knew who wore dresses always complained about how difficult it was, but Ellie’s love for dresses must have found a way to overcome that, because just as I was sitting down, I heard Ellie’s footsteps behind me.
