I'm a little?

Chapter 7 (Pipilongstockings)

Recap:
Sam was at the line at the Starbucks waiting to meet her dom. Her dom came and was all nice and stuff. He sorta convinced her to not have a coffee cus she already look jittery. It ended with...
The barista asks for a name to use for the order and before he can reply I say "Pepelongstokings". Holding in my giggle, I push him away from the counter.
End Recap:

"Pipilongstokingis? Really?"
He says and smiles as he leads me to where he was sitting. "It's kind of a running joke between me and my best friend Sam, to see if the barista writes the name on the cup or not."
"I like it, what made you choose the name Pipilongstockings?"
"It's our favorite thing to watch!"
"Your friend Sam..." he trails off, implying I continue.
"My best friend Sam! We met at school in high school. She is nearby, meeting her dom."
"What type of relationship did she get?"
"Vanilla, she is the sub..."
I'm uncomfortable, I don't want this to lead to my being a little and him being my... my dom.
"Okay, I don't like beating around the bush, I can tell you are unhappy about being a little. Am I right?"
"I- how did you- yes. Yes, you are right. I just always thought I was going to be the dom in a vanilla relationship. I am not into that other stuff."
He smiles, not mad at all. "You were very adamant about making your own decision, back there, I made a guess. I get it, it's okay to be nervous. I won't force anything on you."
I decide to just say my worry.
"I'm not a baby. I'm not going to act like it."
He smiles again, how is he not mad!
"That's okay, 1) littles aren't all babies. 2) you don't have to act little if you don't want to."
I'm confused.
"No rules? I can still like... be me?" He sakes his head. I knew it! He is going to force me!
"Oh sweetie, you can still be you in little space. And you will have rules, simple ones, I'm not unreasonable. You don't have to be little if you don't want to. Just tell me if and when you are ready."
No. No-no-no. I don't want rules. He is going to punish me! No!
"Baby-" he starts trying to say.
I interrupt.
"Don't call me that!"
"Use your manners." He says this sternly.
He is going to hurt me. I know it.
"Charlie. How about a safe word? Well, does that make you feel safer? If you use it, we stop. You tell me what you are feeling and what you want to do. Whether that's alone time or a cuddle, or a movie, or anything plausible. Is that better?"
I like this idea. Something I can use to escape.
"What's the word?"
"You can choose. For when you are overwhelmed."
"Ummm.... Pipilongstokings?"
"I love it! If you say that, I know that you are overwhelmed, we stop whatever we are doing, and if in public we get you to a private place to talk? Deal?"
"Deal." I put my pinkie out.
He wraps his pinkie around mine and says.
"Before we start to get to know each other, is there anything else?"
"Anything else?" I'm confused.
"I mean, any more concerns. Anything I can do to make this better and more fun?"
I- I know one thing. I don't want to ask, but I'll be stressed if I don't.
"What are my rules?" I say barely above a whisper.
"They are just logical ones, more will and can be added as time passes though. But for now probably something like this.
1) be respectful and kind, use your manners.
2) don't curse
3) 3 meals a day
4) bedtime-"
"Do we have to call it that? It's childish."
"That is what it is. The time you will go to bed. If you want, I can change it."
How is he so calm and not angry. I nod, that's a little bit better. I motion for him to continue.
"4) in bed by 11. Lights out at 12:00
5) don't lie. I don't like lying. I won't be mad if you tell me the truth.
And to clear the punishments. Which I think is what you are worried about. Again, I'm not mean. Most of my punishments will just be consequences. For example, if you make a mess? We clean it together. Though I will give out time outs-"
"That's for kids."
"And you are a little. I give out time out when I can tell you need to calm down. Grounding or taking away screen time is also an option. I don't believe in taking away comfort items, or corporal punishment."
My sigh must be audible because he looks at me and smiles.
"Better?" He says without a hint of sarcasm. He genuinely wants this to work.
"Yeah. A lot. Can I please have some of your coffee cake?" I emphasize the please since he made such a big deal of being polite.
He smiles. I have to say the coffee cake was amazing! For the next two hours, we talk about a lot of things. Nothing serious, which is just what I needed.

*next time I update she is moving out, if you want something else to happen with anyone... ask... I'm kinda writting as I go!*

Dad joke of the chapter:
Which bear is the most condescending?
A Pan-duh!
*feel free to comment your own (I might end up using some*