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by Izzy~
Rated: E · Short Story · Relationship · #2130630
A Sub who is different needs a home. Will she find one?
Sitting in the living room on the thread-bare couch of the Sub house she was living in, 13-year-old Elizabeth Hamel squeezed her therapy ball between her fingers and sighed, her tiny legs beating on the legs of the couch as she swung them.

Elizabeth was from Sweden, but she and her older sister, Thelma, had moved to America just two years before. The tradition of the Swedish culture was that when a Sub was 13 years of age, they had to be put in a Sub house so they could be selected by a Dom to become their own Sub.

The girl had been in this house for almost 6 months and no one had picked her yet. She knew why, however, and the very thought of it made her heart ache.

Elizabeth had autism. It's not easy for anyone to live with, but with a Sub, it's especially hard, because they needed a Dom who wasn't going to judge them for it. They needed a Dom who was going to be extra protective of them because of how much they got bullied for being different. Surely that wasn't too much to ask for, was it?


Startled, the girl dropped her ball on the floor and tilted her head upward. Standing in front of her was the head of the House, Annie.

“Yes, ma'am?”

Elizabeth bit her lower lip, chewing on the old, dried up skin, and clenched her hands into fists, as if to help her not flap them like she usually does when she is nervous or excited.

Annie sat down next to her and wrapped a soothing arm around her shoulders, giving them a tight squeeze.

“Pack up your things, love. You've been picked out by two Doms who are together and need a Sub.”

The girl's eyes went wide as dinner plates and she flapped her arms excited, her fallen ball completely forgotten.

“Really? Honestly and truly? I'm going to a good home?”

Annie's lips twitched into a soft smile and she lifted a hand to ruffle Elizabeth's long, curly brown hair.

“Yes, honey. They are waiting for you outside.”

“Can I meet them first? I'm really nervous, ma'am.”

Just as she had finished saying this, two men, one wearing a black sweatshirt with blue jeans and boots and the other wearing a pink shirt with sweatpants and tennis shoes, walked into the room, holding hands. Their names were Henrik Zetterberg and Niklas Kronwall, both 20 years of age.

“Well,” Annie began, glancing up from where she sat, “there they are.”

Elizabeth cocked her head upward, her bright blue eyes shining with tears as she studied the two men in front of her. She found them to be very good looing like she figured everyone else who came into their path did. She noticed that their eyes held a kind look to them, but Hank's eyes also looked sad. She wanted to know where the sadness came from. Did he have a Sub who ran away or died? What was the cause of his sadness?

Then, realizing that she'd been staring at them for far longer than she should have been, Elizabeth dropped down her gaze, her cheeks a mass of red, and whispered, “Nice to meet you, sirs.”

“Nice to meet you too, little one.”

Niklas walked over to her, knelt down in front of her, picked up her ball, and asked, with a smile on his face, “Is this yours?”

“Yes, sir. That's my therapy ball.”

Niklas handed her the ball as Henrik, wanting to get a look at his new Sub, wandered over to them.

“Izzy, can you look at me, please?”

When Elizabeth didn't look up right away, too busy staring at the ball in her lap, which her fingers played with, Henrik slid a kind yet firm hand under her chin and slowly pulled up her gaze.

“I know you're nervous, sweetie, but when I ask you to look at me, I need you to look at me.”

The young girl, feeling overwhelmed by everything that was happening to her, dissolved into cries, hot tears streaming down her cheeks in rivulets.

“I-I'm sorry, sir. I have a hard time looking people in the eyes. I'll try and do better next time, I promise.”

Recognizing that he had been a little too harsh with her, Henrik sat down where Annie had been not two minutes before and rubbed a soft hand up her arm.

“I know you do, honey. That's why me and Nicky are going to try and work with you on that. We want to always know that you are okay, so when you don't look us in the eyes, we get worried, because that must mean something is wrong. I was too harsh on you. That was my fault.”

Elizabeth sniffed and rubbed hard at her red eyes, trying to wipe away the last of her tears.

“It's okay, sir. I know you were only doing what a good Dom does.”

Both Doms smiled at how understanding their new little Sub was being. She was so perfect for them!

“Come on, sweets,” Niklas stood up and held out a hand for the Sub, “let's go get your things packed and then we can go home and get you settled in.”

15 minutes later
Elizabeth let out a soft whine as a hand on her shoulder gently shook her awake. Turning over in her seat, she found herself staring into Niklas's bright blue eyes, his lips curved into a smile.

“We're home, little one.”

The little Sub unbuckled and allowed herself to be helped from the car. She followed her two new Doms into their house and dropped her bags by the door before leaning down to untie her shoes.

“Good girl. I was just about to mention that is one of the first rules we need to give you. Always take off your shoes when you come into the house.”

Elizabeth glowed under the praise and cocked her head up at her new Masters to give them a shy smile.

“That was one of the rules at the Sub house too, sir. Always take off your shoes before you do anything else. I just do it to be polite.”

Niklas placed a friendly hand on her lower back and led her to the couch.

Just as Elizabeth was about to sink to the floor and kneel for them, Niklas placed his hands under her arms and lifted her up into his lap, causing the girl to let out a squeak of surprise.

Henrik chuckled at the look on her face and and gently brushed the bangs from her forehead.

“Never kneel unless we tell you too, princess. We want you to be comfortable here and figured we'd talk about rules while you were in our laps instead of you kneeling on the cold hard floor. Isn't this a better position?”

Elizabeth nodded and curled up into Niklas's strong chest, feeling safe and warm in his arms. She loved them both and she hoped and believed she'd be happy with them forever and ever.

“Yes, sir.”

Niklas pressed a kiss into her hair and rubbed over her tiny hands.

“Good girl. Now, we will have some chores for you to do everyday. They won't be the same chores, but you still have to do them as well and the best you can. This is one of the ways you serve us. As well as cooking meals for us. This isn't to make you a slave, because that isn't what you are. You're our little Sub.”

Elizabeth nodded in understanding and pulled on the little chain she wore around her neck, rubbing the cold metal with her fingers.

“I will serve you both in every way I can, sirs.”

“Now, we must talk about punishments.”

The word “punishments” made the girl tense in Niklas's lap. She knew and understood that they were needed to keep Subs in line and to help them learn their lessons, but it still scared her, because she didn't know what kind of punishments she'd be getting.

“O-okay, sir.”

Both of the men looked at her, sympathy and understanding in their eyes.

“Are you scared, baby girl,” Henrik asked softly, resting his hand on her cheek and gently stroking it.

Elizabeth leaned into his touch and nodded, tears already wetting Henrik's hand.

“Yes, sir. I don't know how you guys handle your Subs and I just.......I'm scared.”

She hid her face in Niklas's chest and started to cry hard, feeling overwhelmed like she had eariler that day. Her arms flapped wildly and she rocked harshly in her Master's lap.

“Shh,” Niklas soothed, rubbing the shaking back with a ginger palm, “we won't hurt you. We're just going to give you timeouts when you are naughty or give you a firm spank on the butt if you get out of line. That's it. No spankings, no paddlings, no beatings. Just timeouts or a firm spank on the butt. Okay, sweet pea?”

Elizabeth hiccuped and swiped at her runny nose, gettting snot all over her hand.

“Yes, sir.”

Henrik leaned across the couch and snatched up a tissue from the Kleenex box before handing it to his Sub, who was currently coiled up against Niklas's body.

“Our punishments are always meant to teach, not hurt. We want you to be the best Sub you can be. I know this is all new to you, so that's why we are going to guide you through it. You don't have to be afraid about anything. We know you are worth all of our hard work, love.”

Elizabeth cleaned off her nose and tucked the tissue into the pocket of her sweatshirt to throw away later.

“Thank you for taking me in, sirs. I must be the luckiest girl in the world to have two Doms who really care about me.”

She first leaned up to kiss Niklas's cheek, giving him a shy smile as she did so, before crawling into Henrik's lap and kissing his cheek as well. This was one of the adorable ways she showed affection and approval.

Henrik kissed her forehead as Niklas gave her knee a gentle pat.

“And we must be the luckiest men in the world to have a Sub like you, little one.”
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