Chapter 2

• Austin POV
• Tyra and I sit silently, waiting for Meagan to bring back the paperwork. She looks nervous yet happy. I hope I can make her happy. I don’t want this to end badly. The last two left crying and screaming because they decided they were not ready for my lifestyle. It always baffles me when a lady agrees to a DDLG relationship but does not actually want to live it. They want to be taken care of but want the freedom to go and do as they please. This is not that type of relationship, and I need complete control over my lady. I want respect and control of my littles life. She is for me to care for, not just finance. I have a feeling Tyra is actually looking for a caretaker. She went to med school she can take care of herself. That tells me she is the real deal.
• Meagan comes in with the paperwork. “You can read over everything and sign,” she says as she hands the contract to Tyra. Tyra flips to the back and signs the contract without reading it.
• “Don’t you want to know how to terminate the contract?” Meagan asks.
• “No, I do not plan on terminating anything. This relationship is forever, not until it is hard,” Tyra says.
• “Okay then, if you need me or if you change your mind, you can call me,” Meagan says to Tyra.
• “I won't be changing my mind. I have my daddy, and now I am complete,” Tyra says.
• Tyra reaches out for my hand. We walk hand in hand out of the office. I point to my car parked under a shade tree in the parking lot. We walk to the car. I open her door. She gets in, and I go around to get in the driver's side.
• “Do you have anything you need to get from your house?” I ask her.
• “No, sir, I am coming empty-handed so you can dress me and mold me the way you see fit,” Tyra says.
• “Well, then, I guess we need to go shopping first,” I say to her.
• “Really, that is awesome,” Tyra says.
• “Are you hungry?” I ask her.
• “Yes, I am starving,” Tyra says.
• “Let us get something to eat first, then we will go shopping,” I say to her.
• This relationship is off to a good start. I can dress her the way I want, and she will not fuss. We drive to a shopping mall close to the office. There is a nice little private restaurant I have been to many times in front of the mall. I pull into the restaurant. She waits patiently for me to open her door. I open her door. She promptly kisses me on the cheek.
• “Thank you, daddy,” she says.
• We go into the restaurant. I ask for a private table in the back of the restaurant. I pull out her chair, and we sit waiting on the waiter. Tyra looks over the menu and then at me.
• “Would you mind ordering for me?” Tyra says.
• “No, not at all,” I answer her.
• When the waiter comes, I order for the two of us. She is beaming as we wait for our food. The waiter brings me a glass of wine and her a soft drink, and this is usually the first thing the ladies fuss about; I don’t allow my lady to drink any alcohol.
• “Is your drink okay?” I ask her.
• “Yes, it is perfect. I mostly drink water or juice, but this is great,” Tyra says.
• “You don’t drink alcohol?” I ask her.
• “No, sir, it is not good for you, so I avoid it,” Tyra says.
• The waiter brings out a platter of oysters. Tyra looks at the oysters, puzzled.
• “I have never eaten these before,” Tyra says.
• “Allow me to help you with your first bite,” I say. I take a cracker and the oyster spoon. I carefully remove the oyster and place it on the cracker.
• “Open your mouth,” I say to her. She opens her mouth. I place the cracker in her mouth.
• “Ummm, that is so good,” Tyra says to me. She continues eating the oysters without my assistance.
• The waiter brings the rest of our food. She eats slowly and properly. I cannot help but watch her as she eats. She is beautiful. We finish our meal and leave the restaurant. We walk over to the mall. I always enjoy a good long walk after dinner. Tyra seems to be enjoying it as well.
• We walk into the mall and go straight to a department store to find her clothes. First, we go to the intimates department. I buy her multiple pairs of panties, but no bras. She asks no questions. We walk over to the clothing section. I pick out all the clothes I like in her size. She tries everything on for me again asks no questions. She does exactly as I tell her to do. I pick out her shoes and a few accessories. As we leave and walk back to the car with our purchases, she smiles constantly.
• “Thank you so much, daddy,” Tyra says.
• I open her car door, and she kisses my cheek before getting into the car.
• “We are we going now, daddy?” she asks me as I get into the car.
• “Home, are you ready?” I ask Tyra.
• “Yes, I am very excited to see my new home,” Tyra says, beaming and overjoyed.
• I drive us to my house. The drive is beautiful. I pull into my beach house. I park the car and help her out. She reaches for my hand. I take it and kiss the top of her hand. “Don’t worry about your things. Jackson will get your new clothing out of the car and take it to your room,” I say to her.
• “I have my own room?” Tyra asks.
• “At first, then I will move you into my room unless you want to be with me from the beginning,” I say to her.
• “I would prefer to be with you,” Tyra says.
• “Then you shall be with me,” I say to her.