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By HornySubBoy432 · Posted
Im looking to chat with and potentially meet with a diaper mommy but unfortunately ive still not met someone near me whos into this. If this is you please dont hesitate to message me -
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By LittleFallenPrincess · Posted
Chapter 43: Clean Slate Bound – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- Chloe I don’t know what she ordered for us, but it smelled amazing as I walked down the street towards Bound, with takeaway food in hand, almost skipping my way down the relatively empty street. I didn’t tell her what I even wanted, but I trusted her to have picked well. I mean… during the brief time we dated she always seemed to be able to pick the right things for me. She did, didn’t she? Ugh. No. Chloe. Not these thoughts again. It’s made the past month unbearable, stop thinking about her. Sam is amazing, I’ll admit that. But no. I can’t be interested in her again. I’m freshly out of a breakup. Ugh… what a wild year it’s been. Three partners in a single year. That’s three partners more than I’ve ever had… or at least been in serious relationships with. Shame each one was wrong in some way. Whether they were keeping secrets from me, manipulating me or they just weren’t compatible, they all didn’t work out. And I need to remind myself of that. But that doesn’t matter. I’m out of the game for now. No more dating. Just me and my friends. That’s all I need. And no matter what Lydia says… I don’t need a caregiver. I don’t need my little side. I know she said ‘it was clear I did’... whatever that means… but she’s wrong. Wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Double wrong. I don’t need my little side. I’m not some dumb baby who- AHHHHHK! ----------------------------------------------------------------- “So tell me how you managed to walk into the door and nearly break your nose…” “It’s only a bit bruised! I didn’t hit it that hard!” I replied, as Sam attended to my injury, both of us sat on the sofa. “It was bruised enough that I had to break out the extra special teddy bear plasters just to make you feel better…” “I… I just was in my own head.” “Somewhere nice in there, I hope?” “It’s not exactly a holiday destination, but it’s not exactly a warzone either…” I said, continuing the joke. “Oh, so like a B&B in Skegness?” I giggled. I’ve never actually been to Skegness, nor have I ever stayed in a bed & breakfast, but I’ve heard enough about both to know that that combination isn’t my kind of thing for a holiday. “...Yeah.” “Well good girl for not dropping the food, at least! Maybe you need a bib though… you clearly can’t be trusted…” Sam teased. I know she means well, this is just her usual teasing that she gives me for being a little, she does it with all littles. Though lately I haven’t really been feeling little, despite what Lydia says. So it just kinda felt like nails on a chalkboard? But at the same time… she was so good at playing the Mummy role that I just kinda… couldn’t help but feel more and more little the more she teased me. Which doesn’t help when she kissed me last month and my feelings for her have been all over the place! “Nuh uh!” I replied, totally sounding like the adult I really am… She didn’t say a word, she just raised her eyebrow in that way that she does when she really doesn’t believe a word you’re saying… then stood up straight and walked off to the kitchen, where our food had quickly been left so she could attend to my injury. Moments later, she walked back out, tray of food in hand, over to me. Placing the tray on my lap as I sat on the sofa, she didn’t immediately stand up straight and go get her food… That’s when I saw on the tray were an empty baby bottle and a bib. “Seriously?” I asked, as straight-faced as I could. “You literally just walked into the front door of the shop because you were in your own head. I’ve not even done that whilst drunk!” ‘Yeah but you’ve done lots of other things whilst drunk, you just can’t remember it…’ I thought to myself, feeling catty even in my own head and feeling shameful for being so bitchy even if it was in my own thoughts. “But… I’m not a baby!” I whined. “Sweetie, you specifically wanted the cute plasters, you’re in pain, and you clearly don’t want to be an adult with your whole ‘nuh uh!’ attitude. I’m just giving you what you clearly want. But… if you want me to stop, tell me, and I will stop. Fuck. She’s got me there. It’s been far too long since I was properly little. Nat was… overbearing. She was overwhelmingly focused on enacting her dreams and fantasies, she never had time to make sure I was ever in my little headspace. And Lydia… as lovely as she is and as good a domme she is… she’s not a Mummy and not once did I feel little whilst dating her. And believe me, I’ve tried doing it on my own, but for some reason I just can’t get into that headspace whilst I’m on my own. It’s like my brain starts rejecting it the moment I get padded or put on some babyish cartoons. ‘You look ridiculous!’ and ‘what kind of grown woman gets off on this?’ and lots of ‘I bet your parents are really proud of their girl, who rejected all that time they put into potty training their daughter, only for her to want to get back into nappies!’ And I know I’m way too self-conscious. I know I’m way too hard on myself. But I can’t ignore the thoughts when they invade my mind the moment I put on some padding and grab my dummy. I wish they’d shut up. Go away. Leave me alone. Let me be little. My little side helps me so much with my depression and my anxiety. It lets me feel genuinely small, and free from worry and anxiety and all the bad thoughts. Problem is… it appears I need someone to get me into the headspace for me to shut that little voice in my head up. I really need to find myself a Mummy, not a domme, this time. But… I’m not going to turn down some free babying from my friend… so I played the part, I let her tease me… and I made sure to only resist a bit, as I wanted her to realise I wanted this… but not enough that I wanted her. Because right now I’m not sure what I want. Or what she wants. Because one minute she’s like my best friend… then the next she’s drunk kissing me and throwing my feelings all over the place. I can’t tell whether she’s actually interested in me or was just drunk and feeling horny or whatever. Anyway… I broke her heart. Why would she even want me back? All I’ve done is make mistake after mistake after mistake. Why would anyone want me? “Do I need to get the aeroplane?” she joked, causing me to realise some time had passed with me just staring off into space… and I had no idea how long that had been. “Huh?” Suddenly she was sitting on the other end of the sofa, with a tray of food on her lap… and I noticed the full baby bottle of juice on my tray and the bib that was already tied around my neck. I hate zoning out like that. “Enjoy your meal, sweetie?” “U… uh huh…” I mumbled back, feeling like my cheeks were on fire. “Good job I put that bib on you…” I looked down to see little patches of masala sauce on the bib I was wearing… and I felt mortified. But at the same time I felt… …Happy? Happy that I could just be silly and let myself be… me? That I could be as little as I want with no expectations or requirements. No pressure like I had with other people. I was given the bare minimum and allowed to be as little as I needed. I bet she doesn’t even realise how happy this made me, especially after I was rejected by my partner for this side of me so recently. Again, Lydia isn’t a villain, she wasn’t mean or cruel. It was amicable. She knew I’d never be truly happy with her, as it was obvious to even her that my little side is too important, and she could never satisfy it. So she let me go. Right into Sam’s arms. The woman I rejected so hastily all those months ago. The woman I got closer to anyone with, then was too fucking scared to be in a relationship so I came up with the pettiest of reasons to break up with her. Obviously I didn’t realise all this at the time. It took many, many, maaaaany months of reflection and being treated like shit to realise it… but I did. And that guilt has been eating away at me ever since. And it’s hurt every moment I’ve spent time with her since. But I also couldn’t imagine her not being in my life now she’s in it. From her cute laugh, to how protective she gets of her friends and those she cares about. Her cute little hair tuck she does to herself when she’s happy, or the cute little hair tuck she does to other people that she likes. Her nerdy interests mixed with just the right amount of ‘Mummy’, all combined with a huge dose of gorgeous domme… made her so… not perfect. No one is perfect. But she’s pretty fucking close. At least to me. Do I even deserve her at this point? I was a selfish, scared piece of shit who threw her away the moment she fucked up. And honestly… if I was in her position back then, I would’ve kept all that a secret too, too ashamed to show anyone my weaknesses. And I just threw all that away because I was scared it was getting serious and I would’ve taken any excuse to run at that point. So maybe I don’t deserve her. She deserves better than me, definitely better than Cassie… not that I’m much better. She’s an amazing Mummy and I fucked everything up and ruined our relationship. I’m not sure we could ever put it back together again. “Earth to Chloe…” “Huh? Oh sorry… what did you say?” I asked, worried that I was out of it whilst she was trying to talk to me. “I was just asking if you want dessert?” “There’s dessert?” my inner toddler had activated, it seems. “If your little tummy can fit it, I have some cake leftover from today.” “YES PLEASE!” not even a second had passed after her mouth closed before I burst out in excitement. “The bib stays on then, poppet…” I blushed and looked at my feet. “...Okay…” She took my tray and carried it into the kitchen, and as she did, I thought to myself. Even if I don’t deserve her… I can’t let her go again. Even if I can’t be with her… I can still be in her life. I can accept only receiving the little bits of teasing and babying I get as friends. I think. I hope. But then… she kissed me the last time I was here. She… kissed… me. No. Chloe, don’t be stupid. Even if she wants you, and you may want her… you fucked things up. You can’t do that to her again when you inevitably run for the hills when it gets serious again. That’s if she even wants to take you back. She likes you… enough to kiss you… but that doesn’t mean she’s ready to be in a relationship with you just yet. That was drunk her, a version of her without inhibitions. She just wanted me at that moment. The actual Sam wouldn’t want to date you again. “You’re zoning off again. Are you sure you’re okay, sweetpea?” Sam asked, standing right in front of me once again, holding a little plate with a slice of cake on it. “I… I’m fine.” “Clearly you’re not. Tell Auntie Sam what’s wrong…” ‘Auntie Sam’. Pff. It felt so… wrong. But when I think about calling her Mummy… it doesn’t. It sounds perfect… just right for her. But no. She’s Auntie now. Accept that, Chloe. This is what you get for your actions. You get ‘Auntie Sam’ instead of ‘Mummy’. “I’m fine,” I replied, lying through my teeth. And it appeared that ‘Auntie Sam’ could tell I was lying too. “Would it help if Auntie Becks talked to you instead?” “‘Unno…’” I replied, not even realising how childish I sounded. “I think you need to talk to someone, sweetpea. If something is bothering you, you can’t just bottle it up. I know you’re freshly out of a relationship, and it may be awkward talking to your ex about it… so why don’t you and Becks have a chat about it all tomorrow? You can come up to my apartment whilst I run the shop and you two can talk. You don’t work weekends, right?” “I…” I mumbled, still feeling the recoil of her calling herself my ex. That hurt my heart more than I thought. “...Okay…” Becks and I have gotten close enough that I could probably trust her with what’s bothering me, knowing she won’t instantly turn around and tell Sam. I know those two are extremely close, they’re like soulmates but in best friend form… but she also values consent and privacy so much. She helped me accept my submissive side, she helped me manage my wants and needs whilst I was with Lydia, and she taught me a lot so I didn’t feel like a complete newbie with my now-ex girlfriend. “Good girl. I’ll tell Becks in the morning you want to talk, then when you pop round you two can talk in private up here.” “...Why are you so nice to me?” I asked, on the verge of tears. “What do you mean, sweetie?” “I broke your heart.” Fuck. I said the thoughts out loud. She didn’t reply instantly, instead she cupped my chin with her finger and lifted it so we were staring into each other's eyes. “And I made you leave. How about we call it even and wipe the slate clean?” I smiled, my heart still feeling as heavy as it was just moments ago. There was no wiping the slate clean. But maybe I can talk to Becks and she can help me make sense of it all. ====================================================== Don't forget I'm on Subscribestar! Subscribers get 2 weeks early access to chapters, and exclusive short stories (Nessa's Tale is currently the only available one). The next four chapters of my stories are posted on my Subscribestar! ======================================================== I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading them! If you want to read the next 4 chapters, thanks to two weeks early access to my main story and also soon-to-be exclusive access to short stories, why don't you check out my SubscribeStar! Thank you to all my subscribers for their support over the past few years! Seriously, your support means the world to me. New chapters of my latest story every Wednesday/Sunday! Also just a quick note: I don't mind people saving this story for personal reading. 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By astrodiaper · Posted
I probably should clean up too, since I pooped my pants. Attempted ambition win. -
Needa shower but figured id steal the win first lol 😆 good morning
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