Classification
I would like to clarify that people that are classified as littles have a head space. They are still eighteen with an adult brain. They drop into a little headpace as a result of trauma. it is a coping mechanism. In my story it is a classification but still considered a headspace. When i say their little age is 1-3 for example that is when they are in little headspace. There will be part of this story when they just act like adults because they are adult.
Classification roles
Master: The master has complete control and authority. Makes all the decisions and rules. It is a constant life style not something you can just turn off.
Slave: The slave gives complete obedience and surrender to their master. Their whole purpose is to serve and please. (not saying that they are any less. that is just their headspace.)
Owner: The owner is close to a caregiver. They are there to take care of their pet. Play with them. feed them. set rules and boundaries and keep them safe.
Pets: have a pet headspace where they will act as a pet of their choosing. They depend on their owner to take care of them. And keep them safe.
Dom: They take control and set rules and punishments for their sub. Doms are also there to take care of them and make them feel safe.
Subs: Subs submit to their doms and aim to please. The sub seeks a safe place with their dom to give up their control.
Nuetral: They are a person unclassified. they don’t fit into one box they just are. Most neutrals have romantic relationships with other neutrals in a soft dom and sub relationship. Doesn’t make them any less. They just do not have a headspace like others do.
Caregiver: Their job is to take care of their little completely. They have to feed and dress and bathe them. Take them everywhere. Keep them safe and healthy. Caregivers are more nurturing and soft since most littles have gone through trauma and when they drop into little space they are very vulnerable.
Littles: Littles regress into a headspace whenever they chose or sometimes it just happens. They are still adults with adult brains. They just have a head space that shows up sometimes and makes them act as a child. Littles are dependent on their caregiver completely when in headspace.
Leah pov
Today was the day! I'm going to find out my classification. I'm pretty sure I'm a sub. Well, I know I'm a sub. all the girls in my family are subs. It’s my senior year and I'm eighteen which is when everyone gets classified. I get out of bed getting dressed into a flowy purple skirt with glitter and a white tank top that has little white bows on it. I wear some jelly sandals. and I do my hair in pigtail braids. yup i’ll definitely find a dom now. I giggle at my silly thoughts. walking downstairs to the kitchen quietly i see my mom and dad awake in the kitchen. My feet hit the floor silently as I walked into the kitchen. My parents turn to me.
My dads face cold and stern “I swear, Leah, if you aren’t a sub or something respectable i will beat you to a pulp am i clear?” he says spit flying from his mouth in anger. nodding quickly my mom speaks as well “honey go easy on her of course she’ll be a sub. I can't see her being something disgusting like a little.” she says with a look of hatred at the last word.
Before I can speak they shoo me out of the house with an empty stomach. Walking to school I think of how good this morning was. I didn't get slapped or anything. Maybe once I get my classification they’ll actually love me. Walking into school everyone is buzzing with excitement talking with their friends. All the seniors walk to the cafeteria and we are handed our name cards and a number before we sit down in the row of chairs filling the cafeteria.
Sitting there quietly I hear everyone laughing and talking trying to predict each other's classifications. The classifications to get are master, slave. Owner, Pet. Dom, Sub. Caregiver, little. and neutral. And if you get pet or little you have to move in with your assigned owner or caregiver after a week of matching with them. as i get lost in thought our principal walks in Mrs. Jen. She's a master which means she’s very dominant.
The only dom above her is a caregiver. That's why most principals are masters. Most masters have to go through intense training to be able to take care of a slave properly. Just like how caregivers and owners have certian classes to teach them about littles and pets needs. A week after classification everyone will be pared up with their caregiver or owner and will move in with them. Masters are paired up with their slaves after three weeks.
Thats so the teachers can decide which master needs more training or if they are ready to take on a slave. Since we are all seniors we alresdy have less classes then we normally would. Youre main class is by your classification and then whatever electives you have left. Each class is split up in dom and sub categories. But most littles get excemption from their elective classes so they can go to the nursery.
The reason for that is cause littles will drop more frequently after classification or theyll fight it and get sick. the school does their best to not put any pressure on littles. Same happens for pets incase they drop into pet space their owner can sign them in to the play room and have them stay there.
She tells everyone to settle down and she calls the first row to go with the doctors waiting. I'm in the last row which means I'll be here for awhile. I swing my legs softly while I wait feeling restless. After an hour I see my row get up and I follow. There's a female doctor waiting for me and I follow her. She leads us to a room and i walk in sitting on the bed fidgeting with my hands nervously. The doctor looks at me and takes notes. “Hi sweetie, I'm doctor viv. I’m gonna ask you some questions, okay?” she says softly. Which makes me feel less nervous but I still just nod shyly. She asks me questions about my birthday and my family. all normal things.
Then she flips the paper and asks me another question “So leah i need you to be completely honest. No answer is wrong. Do you prefer to guide others or be guided?” she asks softly but firmly. Taking a deep breath before answering I answer honestly “I prefer to be guided. I don’t like having control.” My voice comes out quiet but clear. Doctor Viv nods with approval and then she sets out a ball and a stuffed animal and a rope in front of me. I look at them all warily unsure what to do. “Leah, we’re gonna have to give you a shot and take some blood tests. Which item would you like to hold during that, sweetie?” Doctor Viv says softly. My eyes widened in fear and I quickly grabbed the stuffed bunny with no hesitation holding it to my chest tightly. “I'm ready” I say , closing my eyes tightly, my voice small and shaky as I put the stuffed bunnies face to my cheek.
Hearing another person walk in, I open one eye seeing a younger girl with red hair. “Hi sweetie i’m gonna give you a shot and take some blood samples okay it’ll be quick. you’re being so brave.” She cleans my arm and quickly does the shot as I whimper softly as a couple tears fall. I squeeze the bunny tightly. The nurse holds my arm out and inserts the butterfly needle in as she takes my blood.
After a couple minutes she puts everything away, giving me two purple princess bandaids. “All done, you did so good. Do you want a sticker?” she asks softly and I nod , opening my eyes, wiping my tears. the nurse with red hair shows me a box of stickers and I quickly pick a princess tiana sticker. “Good choice sweetie. doctor viv will be right back with your classification okay.” I nod and she leaves.
I sit there bored and anxious. I fidget with my hands picking at my skin. After a long time they came back. Doctor Viv sits in front of me with an envelope. “So we have your results back. Are you ready?” Holding out the envelope to me I nod and grab it. opening it quickly, my face drops as I read.
Classification: Little
Age range: 1-3 years old
Caregiver: undecided but would work better with a male caregiver.
Tears fall from my face as I stay silent. “Oh sweet girl, it's okay. this isn’t a bad thing” doctor viv says while she wipes my tears. I nod and then I freeze as she says one last thing “your parents are on the way to come and get you since school is over sweetie.” I nod knowing what is going to happen.
After thirty minutes I hear people running in the hallway. I see my mom and dad burst through the door. their faces are filled with pure rage but they mask it with sympathy after seeing doctor viv. My parents walk in and I see them act doctor viv for privacy. She nods and leaves. no please don’t leave me. I say in my head hoping my eyes will plead with her but she’s already gone. I feel a hard slap against my face. I bite back my tears seeing my dad in front of me. “You dumb bitch i told you to not get little. Now we have to take care of your ass. Do you know how much money and time this is gonna cost us? you’re a selfish little brat. You disgust me, Leah. I won't ever call you my daughter again.” he says with an angry whisper, his teeth gritting in anger. Silent tears fall from my eyes.
My dad picks me up carrying me out of school playing the loving father. My mom follows behind, unable to look at me. After the car ride home my dad drags me inside by my hair. He throws me to the floor, sending a kick to my stomach. His boots hit my ribs and I gasp and scream in pain. my lungs hurt making it hard to breath. he kicks me over and over.
Doing my best to curl in on myself and protect my head. I hear him take his belt off. “on your knees you’re gonna count” he says with controlled rage but i know this means it’ll be so much worse. I quickly get on my knees pushing back my pain. I feel his belt hit my back hard. “one” I say through gritted teeth as tears flow down my face. The belt hits me again harder “two” swallowing my scream of pain. After number twenty i was screaming and crying in pain. Collapsing on the floor I hear pounding on the door.
my dad ignored it, hitting me with the belt over and over. My eyes close as the door is kicked down. “Police! Drop the belt! hands up now!” the officer yells with his gun pointed at my dad and another officer has his gun pointed to my mom.
I lay there on the floor, my shirt ripped open. my back bleeding from the whips. my arms and legs bruised from my dad kicking me. “Julie, come in. tell the paramedics we need them too” The officer says calmly. I see a lady with blond hair run in with two medics beside her. My vision starts to go blurry before it goes blank.
