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Always love waking up to a new chapter, always a treat. Harley and Lilly r so sweet to Paul I love it and want it for myself lol. Bryan being on the phone to was sweet. Now Is this a dream he woke up to …surely Amber wouldn’t show up so soon….i can’t wait to find out! 

Things look to be on the up, but how long can that last? The answer is not very as Anna and Ryan receive an unwanted visitor. ---  I'm only able to write as much as I do thanks to the amazing support of my readers. Writing is my only income and I appreciate everyone who reads my stories more than you all can imagine. If you enjoy my stories and want to see updates a week before everyone else PLUS read 35+ stories only available on my membership sites please have a look at the links below. All support is very gratefully accepted ❤️ https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy --- It wasn’t long until the medicine started having an impact again. Anna was delighted to have her friend back again, Jane seemed relieved to have more control over herself as well. As the days passed and nothing was said about what Ryan had done the three of them started to relax a little. Either no one had noticed what he had done, or no one cared. For Anna it was a lot easier to accept her life in that giant house when Jane was happy and healthy. Thoughts of leaving Sallas by any means necessary quietly disappeared as the little family felt complete. Jane still needed time and work, whilst she was no longer regressed she still needed to have a lot of her conditioning broken and that’s what Anna focused on in the days after the medication started working. Anna felt guilty but she actually started to like where and how she was living. With Jane getting back to normal everything felt a little bit brighter. She found it easier to forget what Sallas was really like as she enjoyed the amenities of the gated community. It may not have been perfect, but she had it better that ninety-nine per-cent of women in Sallas, maybe the things she lacked in terms of freedoms were also things she could live without. She was sure her past self would be screaming at her if she could see how she was thinking now. Anna did her best to ignore the gnawing feeling of guilt about her situation. She had quickly become a celebrity, and it was almost impossible to ignore that now. It felt like every third commercial on TV featured Anna and the family, it was awkward every time it came on. The radio was the same and scrolling the ring-fenced Sallas internet was extremely weird. It seemed like every website available had Anna’s face on it. It was impossible for anyone in the house to know what effect all the propaganda was having on the rest of the population. On the rare occasion Anna was allowed out of the community, heavily supervised of course, she certainly noticed that people recognised her now. Ryan left the community much more often than Anna, but he never talked about his experiences. He didn’t seem to like talking about what he had going on at all. What Anna couldn’t help but notice was how some of the other women looked at her. Most females in Sallas were brainwashed to a greater or lesser extent but those few that did retain some individuality clearly hated her. The glares she got made her shrink back into herself. She spent a lot of time trying to convince herself she wasn’t a traitor and that she didn’t have a real choice, but it didn’t help her when she saw a fully infantilised woman staring daggers at her. Anna found herself starting to crave the safety of the gated community. When she had first arrived, she had wanted to do all she could to get out as often as possible, now she tried to find excuses to stay in. She tried to tell herself it was because she was worried people would discover the truth about Jane, but it didn’t work. She knew the real reason was a lot more selfish. It was a Thursday morning when everything changed. They had all still been asleep, the sun had barely risen above the houses, when there was a loud banging at the front door. Ryan sat bolt upright, and Anna instinctively reached out for him. “Who is it?” Anna whispered as if she might be overheard. “I don’t know.” Ryan replied warily. There was more insistent banging on the door. Anna held the cover closer to her. Ryan slipped out of the bed and quickly put on some pants and a shirt. Anna had been wearing a cream-coloured shirt and a denim skirtall the previous day and she quickly threw those back on as she made her way out of the bedroom. Her diaper crinkled loudly in the quiet house. “What’s going on?” Jane’s voice came from her nursery as Anna walked past. Anna stopped and looked in. Jane was sitting on the edge of her crib. Although she was no longer regressed as long as they had medicine she still slept in the crib as they didn’t have another option, at least they could leave the side down for her. “I don’t know.” Anna said, “We should probably lift this up just in case.” Jane scooted back on her mattress as the side of the crib was lifted. As an automatic reaction Anna reached out her hand and checked her friend discovering she was soaked. When she realised what she had done she pulled her hand away and looked at her apologetically before heading back out to the landing. By the time Anna reached the top of the stairs Ryan was at the bottom. She carefully leaned around the edge to watch what was about to happen. Just as Ryan reached the door there was another hammering that seemed to almost break the door off its hinges. “Hold on!” Ryan yelled as he walked across the foyer. Anna watched as Ryan opened the door. She could see over his shoulder. It was Mr. Sawyer, and he was flanked with several armed guards. After a stand-off of a couple of seconds Ryan moved aside and let Mr. Sawyer in. “This is a surprise.” Ryan said as he watched the guards walk in. They took up positions in front of the doorways around the foyer essentially surrounding Ryan. “Mr. Manning, I’m sorry to impose on you so early in the morning. We have some rather pressing business to attend to.” Mr. Sawyer said. “I didn’t think we had anything planned for a couple of weeks.” Ryan frowned. “Oh, I don’t mean the marketing stuff.” Mr. Sawyer waved a dismissive hand, “No, we have other business.” Anna felt uneasy. She didn’t like the deliberate vagueness of Mr. Sawyer. She could see Ryan was nervous as well. He seemed to be trying to act cool, but Anna recognised his anxiety for what it was. Nothing good ever came out of a surprise visit from Mr. Sawyer. “Other business?” Ryan repeated. “Yes, Mr. manning, other business.” Mr. Sawyer stopped and turned to one of the guards who pulled a folded paper out of his pocket, “Perhaps you’d like to take a look at this and tell me what it says.” Anna watched Ryan take the paper and even from the top of the stairs she could see his face drain of colour. Ryan must’ve known what was on the paper to have that reaction and yet he still spent the next minute staring at it. Indeed, it was only when Mr. Sawyer pulled the paper away that Ryan looked up. “Do you remember filling that form out?” Mr. Sawyer asked as he started pacing slowly in front of Ryan. “I…” Ryan started hesitantly. “Do you remember making the alterations?” Mr. Sawyer interrupted. “Well, I ju-…” Ryan looked terrified. “I was wondering…” Mr. Sawyer stopped his pacing mere inches from Ryan’s face, “Why you decided to make the decision to reduce the sentence of a known terrorist?” Anna had already suspected the paper was to do with the task given to them by the Rose Resistance but now she knew for certain. Her heart was hammering. She had no idea what to do, there was no way she could help Ryan who was now looking down at the floor. There was no way for her to escape the house either, she was at the top of the only staircase. “It… It must’ve been a mistake, sir.” Ryan stuttered, “I’m new to the job and…” “Ah, yes, I see.” Mr. Sawyer nodded his head in understanding. He raised one of his hands and placed it on Ryan’s shoulder in a friendly way, “You are new. There’s a lot of things to learn. Mistakes happen, hmm?” Ryan smiled weakly as he nodded his head. He still didn’t dare look up from the ground. Anna thought he looked like a puppy being scolded, it seemed her husband was one step away from rolling on to his back with his belly up. She couldn’t exactly blame him though. That kind of subservience was the cornerstone of Sallas, the hierarchy was always to be respected. Men were expected to respect their superiors just as the women were. “It’s just a little odd.” Mr. Sawyer continued, “I looked through all of the forms that have come through your office and this is the ONLY one with a mistake. Now, I’m not a big believer in coincidences, Mr. Manning, but it is certainly strange that the one you made a mistake on was the one related to a known terrorist from a known subversive group, don’t you think?” Ryan didn’t say anything. Anna silently begged him to fight back in the same way she would. She tried to communicate telepathically that Ryan had to fight his corner, look shocked and appalled at the accusation and show some backbone. That isn’t what happened though. Instead, Ryan remained silent and in his submissive pose. It was like he had already given up. “Nothing to say?” Mr. Sawyer asked after several tense seconds of silence, “That’s OK, I understand.” Mr. Sawyer rubbed Ryan’s shoulder for a few seconds before pulling his hand away. He turned his back on Anna’s husband and walked a few paces towards one of the guards. Almost imperceptibly he nodded his head. The reaction from the men circling the room was instant. They charged forwards and roughly tackled Ryan to the floor where he finally and belatedly started to struggle. Anna couldn’t help herself; she let out a scream of rage as she started running down the stairs as fast as the wet padding between her legs would allow her to go. “Grab the girl!” Mr. Sawyer called out over the chaos that had broken out. Anna leapt at the guards from several steps up and crashed into them knocking one over. She aimed a punch at the nearest man she could find but she missed and spun around from her momentum. Arms wrapped around her torso, and she was brought crashing down on to her front. As she screamed and struggled, she felt handcuffs being put around her wrists. “Don’t hurt her!” Ryan’s voice came from somewhere in the crowded foyer that Anna couldn’t see. “Your devotion to your wife is touching.” Mr. Sawyer replied with clear amusement in his voice, “If only you showed the same passion for your country. If you did, we wouldn’t have to be doing all this.” As the struggle continued Anna’s head was turned sideways and she felt someone placing a knee in her upper back and neck preventing her from moving. As she opened her eyes, she saw Jane standing at the top of the stairs looking terrified. After just a second, she turned and ran away back across the landing. “Get them in the van.” Mr. Sawyer ordered once Ryan and Anna were both restrained at both their wrists and their ankles. “Let Anna go!” Ryan exclaimed, “She had nothing to do with this!” “Oh, I doubt that.” Mr. Sawyer chuckled, “You don’t the balls to do something like this by yourself. We know who gives the orders in this relationship.” Anna and Ryan were roughly picked up and carried out of the front door. She was swearing bloody vengeance at Mr. Sawyer who directed a couple of the other guards to fetch Jane. The last thing Anna saw before the front door closed were the two guards heading upstairs. She was worried about what they would find. Jane was up there, of course, but so was the phone and the medication. Smoking guns of Anna and Ryan’s guilt. Guilt didn’t seem to be something in doubt though. The married couple were manhandled towards a black van with blacked out windows. The rear doors were opened, and Anna was forced inside behind Ryan. The cuffs that restricted their movement were affixed to the sides of the vehicle forcing the couple to sit on two uncomfortable wooden benches opposite each other. The doors to the rear of the van were slammed closed leaving Anna and Ryan alone and afraid. A couple of tense minutes passed before the engine started and the van started to vibrate. The bound couple nearly fell off the seats, only the restraints digging into them keeping them upright, as the van pulled away from the curb. “Shit… shit… shit…” Ryan muttered repeatedly. Anna felt a rising panic that she did her best to swallow down. She looked across at Ryan who seemed to be stuck in shock. She pulled at the restraints holding her in place, but they didn’t budge at all. She was well and truly stuck. “What are we going to do?” Anna asked Ryan urgently. “What can we do?” Ryan mumbled, “We’re fucked.” “There must be some way out of this.” Anna shook her head. The reality that they had screwed up and lost everything was just too big to properly digest. “Why did I do it?” Ryan asked himself. He banged his head on the metal side of the van and looked up to the roof. The car stopped for a second and Anna assumed it must’ve been leaving the gated compound. It was soon on its way again and barrelling towards God knew where. There were no windows or anything to give an idea of where they were going and Anna had soon lost track of all the turns they had made. She was having a harder time not sliding around on the bench, her diaper proving to be slippery compared to Ryan’s regular clothes. “Everything is going to be alright.” Anna said rather hopefully after a long period of silent despair. “Are you insane?” Ryan asked as he stared at his wife, “Are you actually crazy? You know where they are taking us, don’t you?” Anna shivered. She had a good idea where they were being taken but saying it out loud was too terrifying to think about. It had happened so quickly, she had been sure that no one had noticed Ryan’s change and just when she thought they were safe the bottom had fallen out. Her diaper warmed around her without much conscious effort on her part. “We’re screwed.” Ryan said sadly, “Completely screwed.” Anna wished she could say her husband was being overly dramatic, but he wasn’t. If they were being carted off to Finishing School, and she had no reason to believe they weren’t, then that was it. They had lost. The car sped down roads and bounced over bumps. Anna kept her head down as she tried not to let the despair overwhelm her in the way it clearly was taking Ryan. Her whole life had been about getting out of Sallas, about avoiding exactly what was now happening. She kicked herself for being lulled into a false sense of security in that large house. The couple remained silent, each lost in deep thoughts about their situation, as the van continued. There was no way to tell how far they had travelled when the vehicle started to slow down. They stopped and Anna heard muffled voices outside the van. After a few seconds they continued forwards at a much slower pace. Anna couldn’t see where they were, but she assumed they had just entered the grounds of the Finishing School. Finally, the van came to a stop. Doors were opened and slammed as the engine was turned off. Anna felt the butterflies in her stomach taking flight as she scooted away from the only exit. Ryan still had his head bowed. He hadn’t said anything in quite some time. When the doors at the back of the vehicle opened Anna was blinded by bright lights. She felt the weight of the van shift as people climbed in and a second later, they had hooked her under each arm and were dragging her out. Another couple of guards were doing the same to Ryan. “Get off me!” Anna screamed as she tried to twist away from their grasp unsuccessfully. Once out of the van Anna could see they were in some sort of indoor garage. There were no markings on the walls to let her know exactly where she was. She didn’t know if that was a good thing or not, though judging from how she was made to kneel on the ground next to Ryan with Mr. Sawyer towering over them she felt pretty safe to say she wasn’t in a good spot. “Welcome to your new home.” Mr. Sawyer said as he spread his arms, “It’s a shame it has come to this.” ---  If you want to see what happens next RIGHT NOW you can do so at one of the following links. 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Chapter 45: Bad Bound – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- Chloe     Bad. This is bad! Fuck! Why did I tell her she could come over? All it was was a stupid fucking stuffie getting ruined in the wash.  I tried to be little, on my own, for the first time in a long time. Took a day off work and got dressed up and everything. Tried my best to force myself into the headspace. Even grabbed my favourite stuffie… that wasn’t one Nat got me (sorry to the stuffies that Nat got me… you’re better off in the wardrobe, out of sight, as I can’t bear to see you right now. I promise you I’ll give you lots of attention when I’ve been able to move past the way she treated me). So here I am, sitting on my sofa, wearing a thick white nappy and a baby pink crop tee, dummy hanging from a little clip near my collar, thick booties on. I’m not one to compliment myself, but I looked heckin cute right now and I wished someone was around to see it. Though I guess my ex will be here soon to do that… all because… because I fucked up and tried washing a stuffie. But something happened in the machine and a bunch of her limbs got snagged and ripped off and she had a giant tear from her shoulder to her nappy! And because I was already feeling fragile (though I guess for once I was thankful I wasn’t in littlespace), I just began crying. I don’t know how to sew or fix things. Normally I’d call my Dad or my Mum. But I can’t exactly call and ask them to fix a teddy bear that was wearing a nappy, they’d give me weird looks, even if I wasn’t dressed like this and removed the nappy from my stuffie. So I didn’t know what to do, and in a panic… I called Sam.   Being the saint she is, she dropped everything on her day off and is currently heading her way to my apartment, ready to fix my stuffie for me and make sure I’m okay. I’m such a horrible person. I break her heart, mess her about, and then when she shows interest and kisses me I shut down, pretend nothing happened, all to avoid the real thoughts in my head that all indicate that I want her back. That I made a stupid mistake last year and all I can think of is fixing that. But I can’t fix anything. Amber is proof of that (Amber being the stuffie currently laying on the sofa in bits right now). That talk with Becks the other day helped a bit. Obviously I didn’t tell her everything, that would be weird, considering she’s besties with the woman that is at the forefront of my mind most of the time lately. We talked about me needing a Mummy, that I can’t be with someone who is just a domme. Sure, I really loved my time with Lyds… and I found that I’m a lot more of a submissive than I thought. But my little side is really important to me too. I did tell her that Sam kissed me though. And… she tried pretending that she didn’t already know, but eventually I got her to admit that Sam had texted her that night that she kissed me, but she did say that Sam genuinely can’t remember that night. Maybe that’s for the best. Maybe we’re just not meant to be. But then that woman is coming here, on her day off, to fix my fucking stuffie. Of course she still has feelings for you, Chlo! Do something about it!   The doorbell went, and I knew instantly that there was nothing I was going to do about this awkward romantic tension between us. I’m not one to make the first moves. I’m a quiet, timid creature who waits for others to interact before making her move. Sam is the opposite. If she wants me… she’ll make it known… right? I asked Becks what to do, and she just said give it time, spend time together, see if she genuinely is interested in me. So I guess her coming over is technically that, right? Even if she came here out of guilt at me crying down the phone that I hurt my stuffie by accident. So I’ll do just that. I’ll give it time. I’ll wait until Sam makes the first move. If she wants me as much as I want her… then we’re meant to be.   Waddling up to the door, I awkwardly hid my body behind it as I opened it slowly, peeking my head out to check it was Sam. Because if it isn’t, if it’s a neighbour or a random caller or whatever, I don’t want them seeing me in this infantile outfit. I’d be mortified. “Hey cutie. Nice pigtails…” FUCK. I knew I forgot something. Thank fuck it’s only Sam who saw them. “I… umm… fanks…” DOUBLE FUCK. How does she make me feel little after only four words? “I brought my kit. Where’s the patient?” I blushed instantly, hoping no neighbours were in the hallway to hear her. So to prevent anyone from overhearing anything else, I waved her in, still hiding my body behind the front door, shutting it quickly behind her. I got one look at that woman as she passed me and… and… an… I mean how does someone wearing a sweater and jeans end up being that hot? “Oh wow… you look…” she began, looking me up and down in the process. “Shush…” She bent over, getting close to my ear, and instantly I was hit in the face with the familiar smell of her perfume… TRIPLE FUCK. ABORT ABORT. CHLOE GET OUT OF THERE! I was this close to melting into a little sapphic subby puddle, when she whispered in my ear… “...Adorable…” Shivers ran down my body as she said this, and I swear she has some magical caregiver power that makes me melt instantly. “I… umm… f… fanks…” “Getting to save a life AND get to see you looking like this? Best day off in a long time… now, where’s the patient, Little Miss?” “I… umm… sofa…” I replied, pointing in the direction of Amber. I felt so much… smaller. Not in terms of headspace, but in terms of size. I’m not exactly short, and Sam isn’t exactly tall, even if she’s taller than me it’s not like the size of a halfling compared to that of a high elf or whatever. But the way she walks around, the way she looks at me and treats me… I can’t help but feel tiny compared to her. Sam walked over to the sofa and stared at my injured stuffie, whilst I quickly waddled behind her. “Oh dear, poor girl, she’s not looking so good, is she? What’s her name?” “A… Amber…” I replied, nervously. “Cute name. Cute stuffie. Perfect for a cute baby like you.” PLEASE STOP MELTING ME OR I’M GOING TO JUMP YOUR BONES. “...f… fanks…” “Now, I’ll need a nurse for this operation. I think you’d do a super duper good job, so will you help me, little miss?” This woman. She knows what to say and when. She knows all my buttons. She knows how to talk to littles. She… fuck, I’m starting to quickly regret ending things with her because she’s the best fucking Mummy and now she’s not mine and I miss her and… and… I could feel the emotions bubbling to the surface, and I was close to having either a tantrum, a meltdown, or just falling to my knees in tears. “Shame I don’t have a nurse’s uniform for you right now… though honestly, what you’re wearing is much more appropriate for your age…” Dead. I’m dead. R.I.P. Me. My eyes widened and my knees quivered as I just stood there, my brain unable to process or think about anything right now. “Oh dear… did I break your little brain already? Looks like I’ve still got it in me…” she said, grinning at me, before sitting down on the sofa beside Amber, setting her little bag of sewing stuff on the coffee table in front of her. “I… I… DO YOU WANT A DRINK?” I blurted out, not knowing what to say or how to react right now. “I’ll take a juice, if you’ve got any. I don’t trust you to be able to use the kettle… Why don’t you get yourself a nice bottle of juice too?” “I… I… I’LL BE RIGHT BACK!”   I stood there in the kitchen, nearly hyperventilating. How does she have this power over me? I broke her heart and ruined everything, then I flaunt my relationships around her when she’s in a shitty one, then I cry to her that I broke my stuffie and now she has all this power over me still? I mean sure, she’s gorgeous, even wearing something so… ordinary. But that just made her feel more like a Mummy. She just has these ‘Mummy vibes’ that I’ve always been able to feel from her. Even when dating others. But now I’m feeling them more than ever and I really want to tell her everything, to admit my feelings… but I can’t. I was the one to break her heart. If she wants me back, she’ll be the one to ask me out. I have to be patient.  Once I got a handle on my breathing, I composed myself, took a deep breath, then pulled out my baby bottle from the kitchen cupboard… one I haven’t used in a looooooong time, along with a normal glass for Sam. All I had was some fresh orange juice, so I quickly grabbed it from the fridge and poured it into both the bottle and the glass, and that’s when I began thinking about how I’m going to be sitting there… drinking from a bottle… and be unable to think about anything but her feeding me it… Nope. I’ll just use a glass too… Littlespace already failed today when I ruined Amber and had to call my ex. I don’t want to push it again too soon… So I grabbed another glass and poured the contents of my bottle into it, before taking both glasses and walking out with it.   “No bottle?” Sam asked as I handed her a glass of juice, noticing I had a similar glass. “Littlespace kinda ruined…” I replied, awkwardly. “Oh hun, that’s not good. Maybe try again later then?” I appreciated that she wasn’t pushing it… but at the same time I kinda wish she did push it. “Maybe…” “You don’t sound so sure. What’s up?” “Dunno. Can’t feel little lately.” Sam didn’t say another word, instead she put her sewing supplies back down on the table, stood up, walked over to me, and took my glass of juice from my hand, walking over to the kitchen with it. Was… was she actually doing what I wanted? Wait… CAN SHE READ MY MIND? And in no time at all, she returned with a baby bottle full of juice in hand. “Come on then. On the sofa…” she ordered. Sitting down on the sofa, she patted the space where Amber was just before, having carefully moved the injured stuffie onto the coffee table whilst I was in the kitchen, and indicated for me to get comfortable. Fuck. Do I do this? Surely this is too weird, right? But then she teases and plays with friends all the time. We’re just friends. This is okay then, right? “Now, kitten…” she growled. FUCK. Yes Mommy! Thankfully I didn’t say that last bit out loud as I shuffled hastily over to the sofa and plopped my padded butt down beside her. “And turn around. Head back.” …Was she really going to do this? My heart was beating like crazy. This was everything I wanted right now. But I still felt bad for wanting it? Why? “Good girl,” she said as I lay back, resting my head in the crook of her left arm, whilst her right held my bottle. “Now… open wide…” As I lay there suckling at the teat of my only baby bottle, I felt a rush of calmness… stillness… somethingness… wash over me. Like everything was right with the world. No longer was I worrying about this awkwardness with Sam, or my job, or my adult life, or my most recent breakup… nothing. I was feeling smaller than I had felt in a long time… if ever… And it felt… good? No. It was amazing. The tiny voice in the back of my mind wanted this to never end. I wanted this bottle to be always full, not thinking about the practicality of it. 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The human body is odd with what it can recover from, and what causes permanent damage elsewhere... Hopefully Maddy will have the recovery she wants to have even if it takes time to fully recover.