Saving Little Amy (An Age Play Romance) by Becca Little Page A

shrink that the force made me see after a couple of incidents.”  He smiled.  “But I think they sum me up quite nicely.  It is better to own it than to let others try to hurt you with it.”
    “Well, Detective Solomon Crane…”  I reached over and wrapped my other hand around the one that was holding mine.  “I’m afraid I’m already in too deep for you to let me go, so I guess I’ll just have to learn to live with all of that.”
    “There’s more.”  He lit up a cigarette and looked me in the eyes again.
    “There’s more?”  I asked and smiled. “Okay, I’m listening…”
    “In order for me to indoctrinate you into a life as my little girl, you will have to be regressed.  You will depend on me for everything from your morning bath to the food you eat.  You will not do anything without asking.  You will be completely submissive to me, and you will do what I say without question.  You will belong to me, every part of you, and you will never deny me what I want.”  He took a drag off of his cigarette.
    My heart started to race a little bit as his words were processed.  “I’ll…I’ll try.”
    “There is no try.  There is only trust, trust that I would never do anything to hurt you unless you deserve it.”  His hand grasped mine tightly and turned it over.  He bent my palm upwards until the skin was tight.
    “I do trust you!”  I winced at the pressure.
    “Are you sure?”  He puffed his cigarette several times, tapped the ashes off of the end and then pulled my palm towards the smoldering tip.
    “I do, but what are you doing?”  I clenched my face up as I felt the heat.
    “Trust must be absolute.”  He said as he pushed it closer.
    I tried to steady my nerves, and I finally relaxed them, even though I was terrified beneath the surface.  “I do trust you.”
    “Good.”  He released my hand and stubbed out his cigarette.  “You’ll have to trust me in order to become my little girl.  Pain and pleasure intertwine in my world, but under no circumstances will I ever lay a hand on you or hurt you unless you deserve it.”
    “I don’t plan on doing anything to deserving it.”  I rubbed the hot spot on my hand and found that it was not burned, just very warm.
    “Are you sure this is the life for you?”  He asked as he stood up.
    “Yes.”  I replied.  “I’m absolutely certain it is.”
    “Then come with me.”  He reached out his hand and I took it.
    He took me upstairs and walked towards his bedroom.  I wondered if I was going to finally lose my virginity.  I steadied my walk and told myself that I was ready.  There was a time when I was terrified of it, even hesitant to even explore my own body, but I felt safe with Solomon.  I didn’t feel like I would ever have any issues trusting him.  It was mostly fear that drove me to question him when he held the cigarette to my hand.  I knew I was going to have to find a way to overcome that.  As he opened the door, I realized I had never actually seen inside it.  It was a lot larger than the guest room or the room I stayed in.  There was a dip into the edge of it which was set up as a sun room.  It also had a bathroom which was even larger than the two other ones.  I couldn’t see all of it when he opened the door, but I could see a large whirlpool tub.  It was the type I had always dreamed of bathing in one day.  He stepped into the room and turned to me.
    “Take off your clothes.”  He folded his arms and waited.
    “Yes sir.”  I said with a nod.
    I undressed rather quickly, letting them fall to the floor beside me.  Solomon had already seen me naked when he spanked me, and he had definitely seen everything else when we were downstairs earlier, so there was no reason to feel shame.  He stood there for a moment admiring my body and then reached for my hand.  I took a step towards the bed, but he started walking me towards the bathroom instead.  He reached over turned the faucet on the tub,