Little Mistake

I was supposed to clean the kitchen after dinner tonight, but I got lost in some age-play with my Little. She looked so innocent and playful that I just couldn't resist playing along a bit longer instead of starting chores. By the time we were done, she had me convinced to skip straight into bed early, promising to handle everything in the morning, even though it was her turn to do dishes too. There’s something about her little voice asking so sweetly that makes all my rules and duties just melt away. I know this isn’t right, but how can I say no when she’s looking at me with those big eyes? It feels like a small transgression, but one I’ll make up for tomorrow.