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“Yes.” Dora nodded. “And a little overwhelmed. I didn’t realize until I looked out the window how big this place is.” She held her hand out. “I’m Dora.”
The blonde took it in a gentle squeeze. “I’m Kit.”
“Do you work here?”
“Yes. I’m in the Service Submissive Program. This is my third month at the Ranch.”
“Oh yes. Mr. Hawkins mentioned it to me last night.”
“You mean Master Derek.”
Dora flushed at her mistake. “Yes. I guess I’m just not used to people being so… open like this.”
“Trust me,” Kit said, “within a week, your old life will melt away like that snow and this will all feel so normal. You’re going to love it.”
“Do you like being a service submissive?” Dora asked.
“Yes.” Kit smoothed a strand of hair away from her face. She was lithe and elegant in the way Dora had always longed to be. “I’ve worked odd jobs to help support my family since I was fourteen and had to drop out of school. When I was eighteen, I became a web-cam girl and one of my customers told me about the Ranch.” She smiled softly. “It seemed too good to be true, you know and once I got out here, I knew I wanted to be a service submissive. I’m actually in college. Can you believe it? Plus, just between you and me, the Ranch is pretty strict on where unattended Littles can go. As a service submissive I get to work all over the Ranch. It’s cool.” She looked at her watch. “Speaking of which, I should probably go. Oh, don’t forget to be downstairs in the lobby in an hour.”
An hour later, fueled by the best breakfast she’d had in years, Dora entered the lobby of the main building and took a look around. It was busy, even though it was only nine in the morning. A gaggle of women walked by giggling. They wore short, pastel-colored dresses with white crinoline, lacy socks, and Mary Jane shoes. Wide bows adorned their hair, which was all styled the same. By the fireplace, a portly, older man sat reading a newspaper while a young man dressed in a sailor’s outfit sat at his feet coloring a picture. Littles. All Littles and all dressed the part. A group of them rushed toward a hallway, the leader yelling that they were already late for class. Dora looked down at her outfit; she’d chosen something comfortable for her first day—a baggy sweater, stretchy jeans, and tennis shoes. Now it made her feel self-conscious and out of place. She crossed her arms over her chest, a habit she’d developed when she feared she might be the object of scrutiny and judgment.
“Dora?”
She turned and relief flooded through her when she saw a familiar face. “Dr. Weston!” She couldn’t help but smile.
“I’m so glad you came. How do you like it so far?” He stepped forward and took her hands in his. Dr. Weston had always had a way of making her feel small. With him, her little girl could come out and be seen, acknowledged. Until she came here, he was the only soul who knew her secret heart’s desire to live as a Little.
“I love it. It’s like… Disneyland.”
“Only you never have to leave,” interjected a childish voice and Dora’s attention was drawn to a woman with such youthful looks she could have easily passed for a teenager. Her hair was cut short and accentuated her sharp features. She was wearing a black t-shirt with a goth-looking Hello Kitty on the front, a short black skirt covered in red polka-dots, and red high-top Converse sneakers.
“Dora, this is my Bobbi.”
My Bobbi.
For the briefest moment, Dora felt a painful stab of jealousy, for although she wasn’t looking for a Daddy, Dr. Weston had always made her feel understood and she knew in that moment it might be wonderful to look at a man the way Bobbi was looking at Dr. Weston.
“Hi, Bobbi.” She lifted her hand in a small wave.
“Did you like the bunny?” Bobbi asked. “Daddy told me you didn’t have any stuffies and that made me sad, so I got you one.”
“She used her own money and wrapped it herself,” Dr. Weston said with a soft chuckle.
Gratitude and affection flooded in to push out the jealousy Dora had felt toward her therapist’s Little. “I love her. Thank you so much. I named her Bluebell.”
“And guess what?” Bobbi was talking excitedly now. “Daddy said I could take the morning off from school to give you a tour. He said I could take you anywhere… to the playroom, pool, the playground, the barn, the…”
“Hold on.” Cord gave Bobbi’s hand a gentle squeeze. “Why not let all those things be a surprise?” He looked at Dora. “Would you mind if Bobbi is your guide?”
“Not at all,” Dora said.
The answer was barely out of her mouth before Bobbi had enthusiastically taken her hand and started pulling her across the lobby, shouting back to her Daddy not to worry that she’d take good care of Dora and that they wouldn’t get in any trouble at all.
“You’d better not, young lady. Or I’ll spank you for the trouble you get in and the trouble you cause!”
Dora marveled at how open it all was. Littles running about. Public threats of spankings? Dr. Weston’s words, while not directed at her, sent a delicious thrill through her body.
“I’m a brat,” Bobbi confided as they walked through the lobby. “Daddy says I’m exhausting but I know he loves it.” She giggled, then turned serious. “So, tell me about yourself.”
