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By LittleFallenPrincess · Posted
Chapter 42: Needy Bound – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- Samantha April. The month for new life, rebirth, and all that cheery, light, spring crap. I hate spring. Don’t get me wrong, I love flowers, I love baby animals, I love chocolate and I love how bright the days are. On its own it's not a bad time of year… but I’m more of an Autumn/Winter girl. I need me some cold nights snuggled up by the heater or fireplace, blankets wrapped around me as I sip a hot cup of something yummy in my hands. I love falling leaves, decaying trees, the chill in the air, snow on the ground or rainy evenings watching the droplets fall from the sky, listening to the relaxing pitter-patter going on outside whilst I’m all warm and snuggly inside. Spring is okay. Summer is the worst though, and because it always follows Spring, it has tainted both seasons for me. Summer is just too warm and muggy and you can’t escape it, especially not in England. It’s all just too hot and it’s boring and you don’t even have Christmas or any fun holidays! That's why this month I’m opting to stay in my shop, avoiding all things Spring. Which is what I pretty much do every year. All the time. Because all I have in my pathetic, useless existence… is this cursed shop. Don’t mind me, just going down one of the many rabbit holes I’ve been going down often, ever since I broke things off with Cassie last month. Since then I have received a lot of hateful texts from her, as she doesn’t have Becky’s nor Chloe’s number, both of whom I know she hates even more than me right now. But that’s okay, I’m fine with all her anger and resentment being directed at me, as long as those two are left out of it. I made the mistake of letting that soul-sucking leech back into my life, I’ll deal with the consequences. Especially with poor Chloe, who has done nothing wrong. I mean she even looked after me, apparently, the night of the breakup. I don’t personally remember it, as I may have had a little too much that night, a month ago. And normally I can sober up in an instant… but I must have finally discovered and reached my limit of alcohol that I can ingest before I am unable to sober up… or even remember things, apparently. I remember the breakup, and the Chinese food… but everything after that is a blur. I woke up the following day, with the mother of all hangovers, fully clothed, in bed, with a little note saying: ‘Stayed over to make sure you were okay. I had to go this morning, stuff to do, paracetamol is on the counter and Becks will be here soon with breakfast. Chloe x’ The little sweetheart made sure I was okay, so I’ve been making sure to be extra nice to her for looking after me, though I think that’s having the unintended effect of making me unbearable around her, as she keeps distancing herself whenever I try to be nice to her. So I made a mental note to dial it down a bit, and so far it’s working, she’s still coming around every few days to get her usual from the shop, and trying a bunch of different book recommendations I’ve been giving her. Which hurts when Lydia turns up with her and they’re all lovey-dovey together. I don’t have any feelings for Chloe anymore, don’t worry. I haven’t for a long time now. But seeing her happy and loved and in a healthy BDSM relationship… makes me wish I could have someone too. Becks has multiple people. Daniel and Steph have each other. Lydia and Chloe. I’m the only one of our group without a partner again, which made the most recent event that was hosted very awkward, resulting in me leaving early and grabbing a few bottles of wine on the way home to make these lonely feelings go away. I was sitting in the shop, waiting for Becks to get back with the sugar we were freshly out of, awkwardly looking at the growing number of customers sitting at tables, waiting for their drinks. I made and handed out the ones that asked for no sugar, and I was extremely apologetic to the others who were waiting, but it felt like a lifetime with Becks being gone, and she was only in the shop a few doors down buying a bag of sugar! “I’m back!” Becks said, as she burst through the door, bag of sugar in hand. This was met with a wave of smiles and even a few very quiet ‘woo’s. Because even when something good happens… we have to act in a very British way and temper even our own excitement. “Right… drinks!” I called out, as I turned around and began making the drinks in order of when they arrived, all whilst Becks rushed behind the counter and placed the bag of sugar beside me, looking out of breath. “Hey… so…” she said, breathing heavily between words. “Help with the drinks, then talk!” I demanded. “But… important…” “Later. Look, we’re doing alright now but if we start losing customers we’re both fucked,” I whispered to her. “Fine. But you’re going to kick yourself for not wanting to hear about it sooner…” She wasn’t going to let this go. So I dropped the spoon loudly and grabbed the cup I was preparing, and in a huff, turned around. “Becks. Fine. What is it?” “Lydia broke up with Chloe.” The shop went silent as the cup I was previously holding smashed on the ground. “Why?” I asked, after I had gathered myself together, cleaned up the broken pieces, and quickly remade the drink I had stupidly dropped. “Dunno. Neither of them will talk about it.” The important question isn’t why did Lydia break up with Chloe, or even… what did Chloe do to earn someone like Lydia, who never breaks up with anyone, to be the one to break things off. No… the important question right now was… …Why did I care so much? I didn’t have feelings for the girl. And I was happy for them both. And sure, I was feeling concerned for both of their sakes… but that wasn’t it. I can’t quite put my finger on it, but I just felt… relieved? No. That’s fucked up. I can’t be feeling those things. “Let me get these drinks to some increasingly annoyed customers, then we can chat about it,” Becks said. “No, it’s fine. There’s nothing to talk about. I assume they’ll talk to us about it when they’re ready. For now it’s none of our business…” This shocked Becks, I don’t think she was expecting me to come out with that. “But aren’t you happy? I would’ve thought you’d be happy. Chloe is single. You’re single.” “Yes, and?” “You two are made for each other.” “Clearly not, otherwise we wouldn’t be single or dating other people.” “You have feelings for the girl, Sam.” “Nope.” You could tell Becks didn’t believe me as she grabbed a tray and began putting drinks on them, before walking off in a huff, leaving me to prepare the next tray for her. “Hi my little baby boy!” I said, my head leaning back onto the back of the sofa, my whole body stretched out, enjoying the entirety of the sofa after a hectic day in the shop. “Meow!” Smudge replied, as he danced along the top of the sofa, stepping over my face, before he finally jumped down onto the sofa, then onto my lap. “Don’t get too comfortable, kitten-cat. I still need to get dinner. But I have zero energy after a busy day to cook… so should I order something? Heard there’s a fabulous Indian place that opened up around the corner. Could try that?” “Meow.” “Yeah, I agree,” I replied, giggling. Smudge knew me too well. He knows nothing he can say will change my mind… if I want takeaway… I’m getting takeaway. So using as few muscles as possible and as little energy, I lifted my phone off the sofa and held it above my face. “Oh… texts from… oh no…” Of course Chloe has been texting me all day. Feeling a deep pit of dread in my stomach… which could either be my lack of food or the growing anxiety I was feeling… I opened the messages. Chloe: Hey Chloe: You’re probably super busy with the shop today Chloe: I just wanted to let you know Lydia and I are no longer together. It was an amicable breakup. Though she broke up with me. Chloe: Apparently I’m too needy. Chloe: Which is great. Chloe: Totally not internalising this and panicking. Chloe: Was I too needy? Am I always too needy? Chloe: She said I’m amazing, and my neediness is cute… but it’s too closely linked to my little side, and said some rubbish about me suppressing it. That it was clear I needed a Mummy, not a domme, that she wasn’t the right girl for me. Which makes sense. But now I’m just worried I’m too needy in general. Chloe: Sorry for the spam. Chloe: Reply when you can. Chloe: If you want to, that is. Chloe: You don’t have to if you don’t want to. Chloe: I’m not your responsibility Chloe: Fuck. Chloe: Sorry. Chloe: I’ll leave you alone now Okay so Chloe is clearly at an 8 on the ‘Chloe anxiety scale’. Don’t ask what a 9 or 10 is, I haven’t experienced those… yet. But this is the worst I’ve seen her, and I haven’t even spoken to her properly, I’m purely judging this from the many texts I’ve been sent. So I took a deep breath, put my growing hunger aside… and called, hoping to ease the poor girl’s anxiety. “Hello? Sam?” Chloe replied upon picking up the phone. You could tell she had been crying all afternoon by how coarse her voice sounded, and the sniffling after she answered the phone. So I turned on my Mummy voice, the really calming one I save for moments like this. “Hey hun. Saw your texts…” “Sorry! I’m sorry! I didn’t want to bother you, I didn’t want to-” I could hear the panic and anxiety in her voice. She really wasn’t doing well. “Shhhhh…” “But-” “But nothing, sweetie. It’s okay. This happens. You were spiralling, and you’re worried. It’s okay.” “But I’m just a massive bother!” “You are neither massive nor a bother, young lady.” “I’m not that much younger than-” “Shhhhhhh…” That seemed to work wonders on her, it made her instantly go quiet and her breathing down the phone began to calm, albeit only slightly. “But…” “But nothing, hun. You just had to deal with something horrible, then you took an innocent comment and started internalising it, making it much bigger than it actually is. Now… why don’t you be quiet for a few moments, take a deep breath in…” As soon as she began breathing in, I counted out for her. “1… 2… 3… And hold it. Aaaand out… 2… 3… And again…” After a minute or so of helping her ground herself, I could tell she was already feeling much more stable as I couldn’t hear her breathing down the phone anymore. “I… thanks…” she mumbled. “Sweetie, it’s okay. Now, why don’t you tell me all about it?” “Are you sure?” “I promise.” “What was that noise?” “What noise?” I asked, confused, as I didn’t hear anything.. “That rumbling.” I went silent for a second… and a rumbling came… from my body. “Oh! Sorry, that’s my tummy,” I laughed, awkwardly. “Have you not eaten?” She’s like me… always putting other people’s problems before her own. “I was about to, then I saw someone who needed my help.” “Sorry!” “No! Chloe… you know the ‘s’ word is banned right now. It’s always banned unless there is something you genuinely have a need to apologise for. It’s okay, I can grab some food after we’ve had a chat.” “How about I bring you food?” Against my better judgement… I accepted the offer. “Sure. How about Indian? A new place opened up around the corner. How about I put in an order, then you pick it up on the way here? My treat.” “No! Let me get it!” “Sweetpea… you’ve had a shitty day. Let me spoil you…” She loves being spoiled. But she feels so guilty about it, so she often refuses anything offered to her. But being the good girl that she is… she’ll eventually give in and let me treat her to some good food. And after a bit of back and forth… “Fine. I’ll drive over, pick up food…” she whined. “No wine this time!” I laughed. “I can’t even remember what happened the last time I drank.” “I… okay… sure…” she replied, sounding a bit… off? “I’ll prepare the movie and stuff once I’ve placed the collection order. You be careful driving, okay poppet?” “I… uh huh… sure… I’ll see you soon.” She sounded a bit nervous, but that’s probably just her residual anxiety messing with her body still. I’m sure she’ll feel a lot more comfortable when she gets here and we get some food down her. I think it’s probably best that she's not alone right now, it’s why I suggested she pick up food and join me. I’ll be able to calm her down more in person. I turned to Smudge, who looked at me, as if he was confused now. “Looks like we’ve got a guest tonight, Smudge. It’s your favourite person!” Smudge meowed happily, as if he could understand me. He’s always loved Chloe the most, weirdly enough. Like me. ====================================================== It's like all the stars are aligning... 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. But I'd appreciate it if people didn't post it elsewhere, even if you're just suggesting it to other people. If you want to show others, please send them a link to the first page of this post. And it goes without saying, my story is not to be used in any way to create AI work. Thanks! -
By Fakename4me · Posted
I have changed out of a soaked Sunkiss and into a fresh Tranquility ATN that has two small boosters. Back to bed I go. -
You've inspired me to start my anal stretching training again. I'm very curious to a lot of your experience if you wouldn't mind sharing further How much consistent plug play did you find you had to do before starting to see any sort of weakening results? What size plug did you have to "level up" to see results? I'm starting back with a 6" circumference plug but plan to size up once I can. -
LOL "only 6 more days" Wonder if he will recall thinking that, at the end of the week. -
By wetdiaper55 · Posted
I love that Paul as all these girls in his life . I do not know how the play is going to go .They need to have a meeting or something .I so love reading this story .
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