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By Kitty Angel · Posted
52. My Lapse in Judgement Since Tess’s arrival, my life had been marked by a number of little milestones. She was slowly adapting to being my little, coming closer to accepting how she was going to live. The next one had come that Wednesday night; the first time she had the courage to ask for me to say the trigger phrase while Ffrances was there. We’d both been there the first time, obviously, but that barely counted because Ffrances had told her she would have an accident that night, and so she’d been unable to remember it. This time, she had come down and asked us to tell her that she wouldn’t have an accident because she was thinking about an upcoming music exam. She said that she didn’t want to be restless, waking up in the night. Ffrances complimented her then, for having the courage to ask for what she really needed. But I was pretty sure Tess didn’t quite understand why the response was so positive. To Ffrances, I was sure, the little girl who really wanted to relieve some of her tension by wetting her bed like a toddler knew that it would be better if she was feeling her real age in the morning, and was taking precautions against her urge to ask for the other trigger later. In the morning, of course, she was lively and ready to start the day. And a lot less reluctant to talk about the problems she’d been having, as a result of the pride that a young girl always felt on waking up dry. Thursday, during the day at least, was a day devoid of anything noteworthy. I read a new chapter of The Baby Button on my phone, to preserve my privacy, and speculated that Little Sister had been updating her magnum opus a lot less frequently in the last few weeks. I spent several hours in video conferences, and on hold with various companies that we were working with, but the most I actually achieved was a whole string of appointments the following day to speak to the people who I really needed to do their jobs. That was why, by the time I arrived home, I was already feeling a little frustrated. Sitting with Ffrances in front of the television made me feel a whole lot better. There wasn’t anything new that we particularly wanted to watch, and it didn’t seem fair to break out one of the ancient video CDs based on MK’s comics when Tess was busy upstairs with her homework, so we settled for rewatching a bunch of old episodes of Live From Palmerston!. I think it was me who said that the show could have been a metaphor for our lives, which sounded like a very deep and philosophical insight. Right up to the moment where Ffrances asked what we had in common with a group of comedians on a road trip. I didn’t actually have an answer to that. “Well Lysette is clearly a fictionalised version of me,” I speculated, half an episode later. On the screen, Lysette was screaming abuse at the world in general, although most of her anger was devoted to a station wagon as old as she was, which was yet again refusing to start. “You blame your problems on everybody else?” “No!” I pouted theatrically. “Because I’ve got an awesome fiancé and a shitty car.” “Valid,” Ffrances nodded. “Although to have a fiancée, you technically need to be engaged. And that requires a ring, doesn’t it?” “I guess,” I mumbled. It was one thing we’d never particularly bothered about, and it didn’t bother me that much whether we were going to end up married or not. I knew we would be together forever no matter what. “You could get me a collar? I mean, that’s almost the same thing.” Tess joined us a few minutes later, the dreaded homework monster slain for another day. Much to my annoyance, she didn’t object when I said that I shared more than a few qualities with Lysette; instead speculating about which characters she and Ffrances might have some symbolic link to. We got so deeply into that conversation that I barely paid any attention when we got around to the new episode for this week, and couldn’t remember afterwards what new obstacles were thwarting the journey to Palmerston, Oregon this week. But then again, that might have been because I’d been drinking a little more than I otherwise should have done so early in the evening. I told myself that it wasn’t because I’d had a stressful day. I was enjoying spending time with my girlfriend and my little, and there was nothing at all wrong with being just slightly tipsy. It was a decision I was free to make, and I certainly didn’t have any urge to drink to get over my problems. We carried on chatting, even after Ffrances declared that she would have to take an early night because she had a long day ahead of her. I was expecting I would have a lot of work tomorrow as well, but I couldn’t sacrifice the opportunity to spend time with my little. After we switched the TV off, we talked a little more about the comic series that Ffrances had gotten us both addicted to. We were enjoying different parts of a huge franchise, and it turned out that both of us knew some details we could tease each other with, becoming interested in finding out more about the parts that the other was currently reading. After a while, I started to realise that Tess was marking time. Like there was something she wanted to say, but she was having trouble coming out with it. But eventually she got there. “Listen, I know I only asked yesterday. But could you… like…” I nodded slowly. She wanted not to wake up to a wet bed again. I knew that before she said it, but I wanted her to hesitate a little more. If she was asking too often, Ffrances would begin to suspect that she didn’t actually enjoy waking up wet, and that would make it so much harder to get the hypnotic suggestions reinforced. Tess had to remain just a little nervous about asking for help, and I thought that two days in a row might be a little too much for her. Still, she seemed to be genuinely concerned, and I would much rather have a happy little. So I thought about what I was going to say all the time while she mumbled her way through the request. “You won’t have an accident in your sleep tonight,” I told her. “But you’re going to have an accident after you wake up in the morning.” I took a deep breath and watched her face carefully; or as closely as I could in the circumstances. I still had no idea about the precise wording Ffrances had used to give the suggestion, so my mind was racing to make sure I had an excuse ready. Just in case she wanted to know why I had said that. “Thanks,” Tess nodded and smiled. “I’d best get to bed, I think. And you should read the Martyr’s Glove arc next, if you have the time. Don’t forget.” I said I would, and waved after her. I was sure I must be grinning too broadly, but she didn’t seem to have noticed. When I’d told her to have an accident, she had acted like I said nothing. Like I’d just said what she expected to hear. Just like the first time she’d been triggered to have a little accident in the night. If that was how her subconscious interpreted the suggestion, I thought there was a good chance she would be waking up wet. But I couldn’t congratulate myself too much just yet. I glanced at the clock, and realised that I really should have been in bed a couple of hours before. I climbed the stairs slowly, hoping there was still time to be fully rested before the morning. “What kept you?” Ffrances mumbled when I climbed into bed. “I thought you would be asleep already. Didn’t you have a busy day tomorrow?” “No, you do,” she answered, giving me a moment of confusion. “You’re drunk, babe. You needed to get to bed, you already told me how much you have to do tomorrow.” “But you said you wanted sleep.” “No, I said I wanted bed. I gave you enough hints, if you’d been able to pick up on them. I hoped that might get you up here sooner, without having to feel bad about leaving Tess to her own devices.” “Oh. I… missed all that, sorry. But she wanted a trigger, anyway. She… I think she’s getting embarrassed.” I found that as soon as I started talking, my imagination kicked in, and I knew exactly the right thing to say. “She wants to wake up wet, let her relax and feel childish after being a big girl for her violin exam. But she’s embarrassed again, because it’s not been too long since last time. She made me promise to tell you that she’d asked for another dry-night trigger if you asked.” “I won’t mention it to her,” she said. “If she knows to be cautious, I think she can regulate herself. Better than you can. But it’s probably easier if I sleep late tomorrow. I get a long weekend, I think, so I might stay in bed until after she’s gone to school. You’ll have to wear me out so I sleep deeply. I was going to question that, but then I felt her index finger resting in the centre of my forehead. The post-hypnotic trigger that would make me helplessly obey my Mistress’s commands. And I knew that we were both going to sleep very well tonight. -
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By Kitty Angel · Posted
53. Grown-up Responsibilities “Morning, baby,” Gabby said with a smile. She was using that greeting more and more often; Tess almost felt like she had to start believing in intuition. She couldn't be sure, but it seemed like the word ‘baby’ came out a lot more often on days when she‘d woken to a wet diaper. She couldn‘t argue, anyway. If she denied it, there would always be some way Gabby could tell. And getting caught in a lie was a hundred times more embarrassing than a single word that she had almost learned to ignore. The best she could hope for was if Gabby assumed it had been the same as every previous time. She didn't even want to think about what had happened this morning. “Did you sleep well?” Gabby asked while she was serving up breakfast. Tess was about to answer when she realised that it could be a trick question. Gabby had been so nice, and tried to help her, but she still had to try to keep her secret. There was no way she could let an adult know about the latest speed bump on her road back to normality. “Well enough. You?” “Pretty good. I’ve got a lazy day today, so might try cleaning the house this morning. Less rush later in the week. Do I need to empty your bin and let the vacuum in?” “No,” Tess shook her head, and went back to eating. And that much was true; there was no urgent need to empty the bin in her room. But she was starting to think she hadn’t been as clever as she had thought in disposing of a wet diaper. Gabby would notice from the weight if she went to empty the bathroom bin today, and there were bound to be questions. “No, my room’s fine. But you should empty the bathroom bin. Sorry.” “Nothing to apologise for. So long as I know what needs doing, it will be done. But I gather from that blush that my baby didn’t quite sleep soundly last night. Or… a little too soundly, I think you said.” “Yeah. It’s still embarrassing.” “I said the trigger last night, didn’t I?” That was when Tess froze, the fork stopping halfway to her mouth with its payload of delicious fried mushrooms. She hadn’t even thought about that. Would Gabby stop telling her not to have accidents, if she thought that the trigger phrase was no longer working? That was one consequence that she hadn’t even thought about. “I suppose it can’t work every time,” Gabby continued to muse. “But I was thinking that it had proved pretty effective for you. If it doesn’t always work, I guess that opens the possibility that there might be a physical problem. Would you like me to sort out an appointment so we can tell a doctor all about this?” “No!” Tess gasped. The thought of sharing her shameful secret was still terrifying; and she knew that the hypnosis had worked perfectly, even if she couldn’t share that with Gabby. She had to come up with some alternate explanation, if she didn’t want to say what had actually happened. “No, I mean… I think it might be my fault this time. I drank too much last night. I wasn’t paying as much attention, and I think I had more wine than you realised. That can cause… problems even for adults, right? Hypnosis works with the mind, so it can’t overcome problems with your brain. I just need to show more restraint.” “That’s a very responsible thing to say. And I think I know you well enough to know you don’t make the same mistake twice. But promise me, if the hypnosis lets you down again, you’ll let me know? I don’t want you to be relying on something that doesn’t really help.” “I promise. But…” Tess took a deep breath. After all the problems she’d had, she wondered if this might be a valid excuse to experiment with the hypnosis a little more. She knew that she couldn’t let her cousin know what was actually on her mind, but as soon as she opened her mouth a believable explanation came spilling out: “Actually, could you let Ffrances know I’d like to… talk to her about that again? I’m wondering if it might be possible to… I don’t know, change the suggestion so that it helps me to notice when I’m drinking too much. I think there’s a way it might be improved, but I don’t know how good my understanding of the science is. So I’d like to talk to the expert, when it’s convenient.” “Of course. If there’s anything we can do to help you, you know we will.” Tess nodded, and didn’t say anything else. She still wasn’t sure if she needed help, but she knew that it would be better to ask, just in case. If this happened again, she would be consumed by embarrassment so much that it would be difficult to talk about it at all. And, right now, there was no way for Gabby to guess at anything out of the ordinary. “Thanks,” she said again, finally polishing off the last of her breakfast. She wasn’t in any real rush to get ready for school, but she was glad to have avoided completely embarrassing herself. And then she remembered one of the messages she had seen on Clatter this morning, just before she’d been distracted. She should probably talk to Gabby now rather than later. “Is it okay if I’m late back tonight? It’s a friend’s birthday.” “A friend I know?” Gabby snapped back, and Tess didn’t know how she was supposed to answer that. She should have given a name right away, and the fact that she hadn’t made it pretty clear that she knew Gabby would disapprove. “Let me guess… you’re going to visit a boy. This Spike guy?” “No… yes. Well, we’re going to the cinema. He asked a bunch of friends. It’s not like we’ll be at his house or anything. It’s not like…” She couldn’t bring herself to finish the sentence with ‘a date’, because there was still a part of her that didn’t want to completely rule out the possibility. “Well, I’m not going to stop you having a good time with your friends. But let me know where you will be, understand? And what time to expect you home. And I hope you’re not letting your hormones run away with you. Emotions can make you careless, you know? If he tries to kiss you or touch you, you’re going to have an accident, and I know that’s not what you want.” “Gabby, you’re not my mum. And Spike isn’t like that, he’s a good friend. Okay?” “It’s hard for me to trust that kind of boy, but I’m sure I can trust your judgement. So don’t let me down, okay? And let me know when you expect to be home.” By then quite a few minutes had passed, and Tess knew she needed to rush to get everything ready before school. Ten minutes later she was out of the door, feeling a whole lot better about the day. She knew that some things had gone wrong, but she had kept her secret and she had Gabby’s reluctant approval for her plans. There was nothing else she needed to worry about. -
By LittleFallenPrincess · Posted
Chapter 2: Baby Tales of the Sanctuary: Book 1 - Denial – LittleFallenPrincess “Morning Mummy!” Her eyes began to open slowly, as if awakening somewhere unfamiliar. “Morning, cupcake…” she groaned, her voice still groggy. “I thought you’d want a coffee… after… you know…” I said, placing a steaming cup of hot coffee on her bedside cabinet, next to the bottle from last night. “Oh sweetie, you didn’t have to do that. You know I’m okay. But I appreciate it all the same. Goddess… I’m such a lucky Mummy to have such a perfect little baby girl looking after me…” I blushed, wiggling my padded backside, the nappy crinkling as it swayed side to side. “And I see you changed yourself… Once I’m awake I’ll make sure it’s on properly, then we’ll get you ready for your day.” “Buh Mummy… I should… I should really go… I jus wanted to surprise you with…” “No baby, you and I are staying in today. Mummy’s orders. And that’s final.” “Fiiiiiine…” I groaned, before I was swiftly snatched up into the arms of the woman I loved, her strong arms wrapping themselves around me, pulling me into the bed and pulling the duvet over us. “Don’t you ‘fiiiiine’ me, young lady! I know you’ve been wanting this for a long time now, but you’ve been busy with your friends a lot. So… I’m making an executive decision and we’re having a snuggly Mummy and Baby day. Movies, games, all that stuff. And snacks. Lots of snacks.” “Buh… what if I’m needed?” I whined. “You are needed… here. And if there’s an emergency, I’ll let you go hang out with your friends. But until that moment… you’re mine…” she growled, nibbling on my neck, making me blush and squirm in her arms. ------------------------------------ “So kiddo…” Mummy said, just as I bit into the soft toast she had lovingly prepared for me, my legs dangling from the highchair. I quickly chewed through the bite of toast, swallowing it as quickly as possible so I could reply to her. “Yes, Mama?” “I see you were working hard again last night…” “I…” I quickly looked towards the basement door, nervously wondering how she knew. “I can tell by the bags under your eyes. You were up late working on something again, weren’t you?” “I… maybe…” “Oh sweetie. You need to rest more. Especially with how overloaded you’ve been feeling lately. I know you worry about me, but I’ll be fine.” “I… I know. I just… I want you to feel okay.” “Is this another ‘remedy’ to help me?” she asked, raising her eyebrow at me in that way she does to make me feel instantly small… or guilty. Or both. “...Maybe…” “Well for now, it can wait. You’ve got a while with me before it all happens again, so we’ll just enjoy our time together for now, okay?” “I… okay Mama…” “Good girl. Now, eat your toast… slowly… and then how about we do a bit of gardening?” “I’d love dat! But… it rained yesterday…” “I know, but there are still some jobs we can do around the garden despite it raining yesterday..” “Buh the ground will be all squelchy!” “Like your nappy?” The corner of her mouth quickly formed a grin. I squealed in shock, hiding my face with one hand and trying to cover my thick padding underneath my pyjamas with the other. “It not squelchy… yet!” “Give it time, Princess…” she continued to grin at me, knowing all too well she was right. “Anyway, how are your friends?” “They’re… okay… I think…” “You think? Haven’t you been spending a lot of time with them lately?” “I have… I just… I’ve been dealing with… umm…” “With me?” “I…” I replied, unsure as to how to phrase it that didn’t make it sound like she was a burden on me. “Sweetie, I’ll be fine. See!” Standing up, she showed off her gorgeous body. Gorgeous despite it being heavily obscured by the huge, thick nightgown she was wearing. It was always food first, then bath, then clothes. That went for both of us, apparently. So here we were, in the kitchen, at our quaint little dining table, both of us in our pyjamas and nightgowns, albeit I was sitting in my highchair as per usual. Sitting back down in her chair, she watched lovingly as I took another bite of toast. “Wha?” I blurted out, mouth still full, wondering why she was staring at me like this. I could start to feel my cheeks warming up a bit. “Maybe in a few days I’ll make you extra little… so you have to rely on Mummy to feed you…” she smiled warmly at me, making me blush properly now. “Or… you know… you could always nurse…” Okay, that was it. My gasket blew. If this was a cartoon, the whistle would be blowing and steam would be coming out of my ears. We had always talked about this… about her… you know… but it’s a bit awkward with our situation. Which made it all the more difficult when all my friends were talking about getting to experience it…. “Oh come on… we both know you want that more than anything…” she grinned. “I… I…” I mumbled, trying to come up with words… any words… to say right now in my defence. But no, like usual… this woman got me. Every. Damn. Time. “But maybe that’s a thing we’ll look into… considering… you know… Anyway, it looks like you’re all finished. Time for your bath!” ----------------------------------------------------- “There! Cute as a button! And this time your nappy is on properly, so much less chance of ‘Little Miss Piddlepants’ leaking!” Mummy said as she adjusted the bows on my pigtails so that they were perfect, as I sat there, all dressed up in my favourite baby sailor dress and frilly socks, on top of the large changing table of ours. “I… look stoopid…” I replied, followed by a long sigh. “Baby, you don’t. What makes you think that?” “I… I dunno… I just look ridiculous…” that last word was hard for me to say with the large dummy in my mouth. “Your friends are littles, correct?” “Yeah… buh… they’re cute…” “And you’re just as cute, if not even cuter! Baby, you are the cutest little angel I know…” “...You don’t know many people…” “And you know why that is… and we can’t help it. But despite that, you’re the cutest baby I know. And I’ve seen the photos of your friends. Yes, they are adorable, but they’re not as adorable as my little Princess…” “Nuh huh…” I groaned, pouting slightly at my Mummy. “Sweetie… you may pretend to be a big girl sometimes, but I will not hesitate to put you over my knee if you’re being sassy and saying mean things about my baby girl…” “HMPH!” “That’s better. Now, let’s go sit you down in the playpen in the living room, and you can watch some stuff whilst you play with toys. And Mummy can sit on the sofa nearby, watching you be all adorable. I know how much being social drains you, you need this. You’re good at masking around your friends, but you don’t have to with me, just let yourself be you and have some fun.” “Buh… that's boring for you!” “No it’s not, not for me anyway. Give me this, angel. You’re always so protective of me, let me just enjoy this new start the way I want, okay?” “...I… okay Mummy…” And as she kissed me on the cheek, before picking me up off the changing table, I felt like maybe… maybe I had been a bit… protective. Maybe… just maybe… I should just let her take the lead… this time. ------------------------------------------------------ “Ooooh!” Mummy exclaimed as she looked out into the back garden. “Wha is it?” I asked, putting my doll aside to crawl over to the playpen side, the one closest to her. “I think the strawberries will be ready next month.” “Really?” I asked, excitedly. “Really! So you’ll have a lot of fun picking those!” “We will…” I corrected her. “I… I know, baby. Just make sure to save some for me, okay?” “Pwomise!” I said, smiling at her, wiggling my padded bum in the air behind me. “Such a good girl…” Those two simple words. It's funny, I originally never got the appeal of those two simple words. My friends always made it out like they were a little’s weakness… that you could make them melt with two simple little words. And I never understood. But the more my little side has grown, the more I’ve accepted it rather than just tolerated it… the more those two words affected me. Now they make my heart all fluttery just like they do with every other little I know. And this time wasn’t any different. My knees felt weak and I was about to collapse into a blushy little puddle… until Mummy rushed over and grabbed me, picking me up effortlessly and placing me on her hip like the toddler I was dressed as. “My good girl…” she repeated. “Staaaaahp!” I blushed, burying my face into her neck, her hair smelling so nice that it was kinda taking me out of littlespace and putting me into a different kind of headspace… “Or what?” “Or… I’ll have to… kiss you!” “Oh dear… whatever shall I do… good girl?” she teased again, this time in a much more sultry voice, which was making me feel all squirmy all over. “I… I…” there was no fighting it. My little side had gone bye bye right now, leaving only the subby little puddle that wanted to worship this amazing, gorgeous woman. “Thought so. You’ve had a few hours of little time… And it’s been so long since I got to have my devoted girl by my feet…” “I… I… anything for you, Mistress… Should… should I change into my normal… you know…?” “You know what? No. I think I like the idea of you being a subby little girl… so you’re going to stay in that soggy nappy, and you’re going to get down on your knees… and hump my boot.” My brain short circuited at this demand. This wasn’t a request, I could see it in her eyes. This was an order. So nodding my head, like the good little girl I am, I indicated that I was ready to do as she bid. And as this Goddess of five foot ten put me down on the floor, wearing her favourite short black skirt and a very tight black tee… along with her huge, heavy black boots… I instantly got to my knees, placed myself over one of her boots, and did as she ordered. “Good girl. Maybe if you do a good enough job, I’ll let you finish this time…” And instantly… I knew this month was going to be special… ------------------------------------------------------ Another month had flown by. We started off extremely strong… And we did so much this month! We prepared the garden for next month, we had a lot of little and also a lot of subby time, we even made cookies together! And at home, for the whole month, I got to be little and happy… and loved. And yes, I also spent a good portion of that serving my Mistress in various ways. She was a lot more dominant than usual, which… I actually liked. Like… a lot. For some reason, this month felt more special. I’m not sure why, maybe it’s friends coming back into my life… maybe it’s the fact that I’m embracing my little and subby sides even more, after seeing all my friends so happy. But whatever it was, it was making this harder than it usually was. I never liked letting go… even if it was only temporary. But this time… I didn’t want it to end… But she was reaching the end again. And I had been dreading this moment all month. “Baby… I’m okay, I promise!” she said as I tried fussing over her, making sure her blankets were comfy, she had plenty to drink, and she had the mixture I had made for her this time last month. “Seriously, you don’t have to fuss over me this much. I know you’re protective of your Mummy… but I’ll be fine.” “You’re burning up with a fever again…” “I know, baby. You know this is normal. This happens every time.” “Buh… I was… I was enjoying being… your angel…” “You’ll always be my angel. Even when I come back…” Tears started rolling down my cheeks as I stared at the woman I loved with all my heart, wishing this didn’t have to end… again. “Mummy…” “Baby, it’s okay. You can’t get rid of me that easily…” she said, laughing at her own joke. “I’ll make sure you never go, Sera…” “And that’s why I love you. So this isn’t the end. This is just Mummy going to sleep for a bit… and then you… you’ll have your baby back.” “Buh… I want my Mummy…” I cried. “And when you make sure I come back again after that, you’ll have her again.” “I wish we didn’t have to go through this… just for… us to experience it all.” “Me too, Princess. But it’s okay. I’m comfortable, I’m ready. And with my best girl by my side… I’ll be back soon enough.” I buried my face into her shoulder and cried as she drifted off, yet again. ===================================================== If you want to read a month in advance (that's 8 chapters), or just want to support me and my writing, you can do so through Subscribestar! Subscribers get 4 weeks (8 chapters) early access to chapters, and exclusive short stories (Nessa's Tale is currently the only available one). ======================================================== I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading them! 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Thick cloth diaper and a Septa plastic pants with buttons and pockets to keep your diaper in place.
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