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Epilogue: Wedding Bound – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- Chloe   Pullups. At a wedding. I was mortified.   Thankfully, no one vanilla here could tell that I had a cutesy pullup under my bridesmaid dress. It was pink. It has princesses on it. Mummy failed to inform me of this development until the day of the wedding, when she was helping me get dressed nice and early so we could go help her sister prepare for her big day. And after much arguing and pouting and maybe even a little bit of bratting… of course she won and I was a blushy mess with lipstick marks on my neck. After cleaning me up and heading out in our beautiful mauve bridesmaid dresses, we arrived at Sam’s Dad’s place nice and early, ready to help Beatrice get ready. I still couldn’t believe she had asked me to be a bridesmaid. It made sense that Sam was her Maid of Honour, but me? I was just Sam’s girlfriend. She had asked me back when we weren’t even living together! That was like a year ago now! But apparently, when I’ve brought it up with Beatrice, she’s always said she likes me, and has a good feeling about me. I’m not one to disappoint anyone, so… fine, I’ll be a bridesmaid. “You look gorgeous, Chloe,” Beatrice said to me, smiling at me through the reflection in her tableside mirror. “And what about me? Am I just a trash bag?” Sam asked, joking with her sister as she did her makeup. “You clean up well…” Beatrice joked back. “Thanks!” Sam replied, rolling her eyes and laughing. “Don’t! You’ll make me laugh, and my makeup needs to be perfect!” “Trix… You could actually be wearing a trash bag and that boy would still marry you. He’s so in love with you.” “I guess you’re right. Say, Chloe, mind going grabbing my purse from downstairs? I think I left my phone in it.” “Sure!” I ran downstairs, as carefully as I could in these heels, grabbing what I assume was Beatrice’s bag, and rushed back upstairs. But as I looked over, she had her phone next to her. “Promise?” Beatrice asked her Sis, before Sam nodded back and smiled. That’s when Beatrice noticed me and held up her phone, looking awkward and guilty. “Sorry! I forgot I brought it up with me. I’m so forgetful today. Thank you anyway!” I handed the bag over to her, before Sam pulled me over and wrapped her arm around me, hugging me tightly and kissing the top of my head, making me melt.   -----------------------------------------------------   “I now pronounce you husband and wife… you may kiss the bride…” I wanted to cry so bad, but I held it in to make sure I didn’t ruin my makeup, as apparently I was set to appear in some of the wedding photos, which was making me a bit anxious. But I guess I should’ve expected that, seeing as I’m a bridesmaid. I even got invited to the bachelorette party last week… which was a lot of fun, as I got to go with Sam.  But I must say, Oliver and Beatrice looked perfect together. They reminded me of a much less kinky, much less queer version of Sam and I. It was like they were made for each other. I do wonder what the future holds for Mama and I. Will we get married eventually? Will we have kids? I mean sure, we’ll have to adopt or find a sperm donor or something, but maybe kids are something we could consider. I wouldn’t be averse to having them, but at the same time I’m not that fussed if we didn’t have them. I guess these are things Sam and I really need to start having discussions about, because up until now, it’s all been a really long extended honeymoon phase of our relationship. We did the moving in, I’m working with her at Bound, and we’re pretty serious. But we never talk about the future. Mostly because Sam avoids it. Maybe I’ll push her a bit more in the next month. Speaking of Bound… Becks and Craig were here, having fun on the dancefloor, with Craig looking like a dog trying to party… which I guess is appropriate for him. Becks was just enjoying seeing Craig have fun. After the newlyweds kissed to seal their entwined fates, we moved the fun over to a reception hall, where we were having a big reception with both families having fun. And here I was, nervously sitting by the side, drink in hand, watching Becks and Craig having fun on the dance floor, and my girlfriend… well she’s off somewhere. Mingling I guess. Having fun. It’s her sisters wedding I guess, which means she’s got her hands full with family and friends. I felt a bit lonely, but hey, she’ll be back soon. And she promised to bring food from the buffet. So I’ve got that to look forward to at least. Sadly I didn’t really know anyone else at this wedding. I knew Becks, Craig and Sam, obviously. I know Sam’s Dad. I know ‘Auntie Sue’, the woman who we met at the dress shop, the one who Sam told me all about, after they reunited after many years, but I don’t know her that well yet. I know Beatrice… but I don’t really know her new husband. That’s it. There’s about a hundred here, it’s a pretty big thing, with Oliver’s parents footing the bill for most of it. Thankfully, they’re slightly well off. I do wonder what kind of wedding I’d want. I don’t think I’d want something as big and lavish as this, I’d want something a bit more intimate. Maybe just family. Sam’s Dad, her sister and her sister’s new husband. My parents. Becks. Craig. Lucy. Steph. Daniel. Maybe Lydia if she’d be comfortable coming. I mean she’s pretty close with us, even with our past relationship, so I can’t see any reason why she wouldn’t want to come to our wedding if we ever have one. That’s it. Probably Auntie Sue too, because she’s so lovely and very much like a close Aunt to Sam now, which has been so nice to be a witness to. It’s not like getting her Mum back, I don’t think anyone could ever replace that woman… but she’s still really good for her. It definitely gave her that little bit of closure regarding her Mum that she needed. I know I have other family members, but maybe we’d have a big party a while after the wedding or something? I’d just want something cosy and personal on the day. “Care for a dance?” a voice whispered in my ear from behind. “No, sorry, I’m waiting for my girl-” I looked around and started replying before I saw who it was, before going quiet as soon as I saw her face and her outstretched hand. “What about my food?” “I did promise food, didn’t I?” “You did!” I whined at Sam, who just giggled at me! Totally not fair! “Okay… a dance, then I’ll go over with you and I’ll help you pick out the nice things from the buffet. Sounds fair?” “...Only because you look so heckin gorgeous…” I mumbled. “How can I say no?” And so, taking my hand, she helped me up onto my feet, and shuffled awkwardly with me being towed behind her, towards the dance floor. I’m not big on dancing, I look like I’m a cat whose owner has their hands under my front legs, forcing me to dance on my hind legs. I’m not joking, I’m that bad. Sam… it appears… at least can fake competence when it comes to dancing, as she held me in her arms and just swayed. Damn… I never danced with anyone before. I forgot couples can just do this extremely lazy non-dancing dance. Which is perfect for me. So as she wrapped her arm around me, clasping her fingers around mine with her other hand, I gently rested my head on her shoulder, swaying in rhythm with her, enjoying this romantic moment with her. “I love this…” I mumbled, smiling at how perfect this moment was. “Me too. And I love you, little one.” “I love you too, Mama…” “You enjoying yourself?” she asked. “Uh huh! You?” “I am.” “Then why is your heart beating a mile a minute?” “Just is, sweetie. I’m okay,” she said, in that way I’m used to by now… the same way she brushes things off when she’s anxious or worried. That, mixed with how awkward she looked when I walked in earlier after grabbing Bea’s purse… something was up. But I didn’t want to cause a scene. “You know you can tell me anything, right?” Perfect. Not too direct, but enough that maybe she’ll open up a bit. You did it, good job me. “Nothing gets past you, does it, babygirl?” she sighed, smiling awkwardly at me as she stared into my eyes. God… those gorgeous eyes of hers… I could stare into them all day and never lose interest. “What’s up? You’ve been acting awkward all day. Even through the ceremony you kept squeezing my hand. And what was that promise you made to your Sister?” I watched as she broke contact between our eyes, looking around, before focusing with laser precision on the doors at the back of the hall. “Come. I’ll explain outside.” Okay… I'm a bit worried now. But… she’s open to talking about it. Which shows how much she’s improved since we first dated. She doesn’t bottle everything up. I’m proud of her. Still worried about this secret she’s keeping, but proud of her still. And hey, I’ll know it soon, too! She took the hand that was entwined with mine, and pulled away from our embrace, before walking slowly in the direction of the doors, pulling me along for the ride, grabbing her bag along the way.   -----------------------------------------------------------   “So… what’s this you wanted to talk to me about outside? And are you going to tell me what promise you made to your sister?” I asked, leaning against the railing. The music was thumping, even out here, though it was definitely being muffled by the brick walls. It was that nice but weird feeling that you’d get leaving a club or whatever. The awkward silence-but-not-silence. You get the fresh air and the silence of the streets, but in the background you can still hear the bass of the music coming from inside the building behind you. I always enjoyed that feeling, not sure why. Which I must admit, was helping a bit, because right now I was a bit anxious. Was she losing the shop again? Were they in financial trouble? Was there something wrong with her health? Her Dad? It could be anything and my stupid brain is jumping to every possible outcome trying to figure it out… so I really need to shut my own thoughts off for a second, because if I wait even that little amount of time, she’ll probably tell me. “Chloe. I love you.” “Oh god, you’re dying, aren’t you?” “Dying? Is that what your brain went to?” she replied, trying to hold back her laughter, making me feel awkward and embarrassed and made me want to do nothing but pout back at her. “Well it was either that, you’re losing the shop, or you’re cheating on me. But you’d never do the last one. So… I took an educated guess.” “You’re too fucking adorable, you know that?” “So you’re not dying?” “No, silly little Duckie.” “Then what?” “I’m saying I love you. And that I promised my Sister I wouldn’t make a big thing of it and I would keep it a secret on her big day so as to not take away any of the focus on her.” “Okay… what big thing? Telling me you love me?” “This…” She reached behind her, reaching into her bag… pulling out a rather large, but flat, box. “What-” “Chloe. I love you. I love you more than anything. I love you more than life itself. I love you more than I ever thought I could love another person.” See… with the way she’s saying this, I would’ve assumed now was the time she’d pull out a little black box, one just big enough to fit a certain kind of ring in it… but this box in front of her, laying flat in her open palm… was much too big for a ring. “Okay… I mean, I love you too…” I replied, extremely awkwardly, realising how fucking stupid I sounded when she just said something so romantic and sweet and lovely and I just reply with basically ‘yeah, samesies’. Thankfully, she wasn’t insulted by this. She knows me too well by now. I always put my foot in my mouth during important moments. She just laughed and smiled at me, warmly. “Sweetie, my sister gave me permission to use this special day to ask you one thing. Provided we both keep it a secret for at least until she gets back from her honeymoon. Today is still all about her, but she understood how such a special day with us all dressed up like this would make this extra special.” “Totally not cryptic or anything…” “Chloe Evelyn Green…” Then it dawned on me. As soon as she awkwardly got down on one knee and opened the jewellery box. Which was awkward because of the dress she was wearing. “Will you marry me?” Okay so the little black box wasn’t a ring. It was a collar. An eternity collar. A perfectly round simple silver collar you can’t remove without a key… a key that Sam will hold. I had seen other subs wearing these at events. I always thought they were so pretty, and hoped that maybe one day I’d get one. Turns out… It's her version of a wedding ring. She was proposing with one of these. Which is… so us. But this one looked special. This one wasn’t just pure silver. This one had familiar gold lines and markings around it… just like my stuffie. Kintsugi, that’s it. Which made this even more special, because its meaning has a deep connection with us… and our whole relationship. From the moment we met, to breaking up, to coming back together but stronger… We don't shy away from the past, we learn from it, we embrace our imperfections and past mistakes, making us stronger and more beautiful. I can also see why she needed her sister’s permission to propose to me today… on her sister’s wedding day. Because anyone proposing at a wedding is an absolutely selfish arsehole. But Sam isn’t like that. I can tell. She obviously wanted a special occasion for us both to be at. Somewhere romantic. But clearly she needs her sister’s permission. Which makes the whole ‘keeping the proposal a secret for a couple of weeks’ thing make a lot more sense. She didn’t want to wait any longer. So she brings me out here, proposes to me, I say yes, then we go in and pretend we didn’t get engaged. Which makes the lack of ring thing even more sensible, otherwise people would be asking why I’ve suddenly got an engagement ring on.  Wait… I’m forgetting something, aren’t I? I swear it’s on the tip of my- SHIT. “YES!” I blurted out, realising I hadn’t actually responded, and here she was, awkwardly on one knee, clearly in some amount of pain, waiting for my fucking dumbass response. She pounced up like a cat, wrapping her arms around me, planting the biggest kiss ever on my lips, squeezing me like this was the happiest moment in her life. …And I did the same. Because it was.   ------------------------------------------------   Becks realised as soon as she saw the collar, after we had eventually walked back into the hall. Because of course she did. This is Becks we’re talking about. And of course she told Craig what the collar meant, to which he offered his congratulations. Though Sam quickly made them keep quiet about it, as no one was supposed to know or celebrate this. This is her Sister’s big day, she doesn’t want to ruin it. So Becks and Craig kept quiet. We’d celebrate that evening. May even tell Sam’s Dad once her Sis is on the plane to wherever it is they’re going for their honeymoon. But no celebrating here, on their big day. Sam already feels bad, but apparently it was her Sister who had pushed her into proposing today, which took us all by surprise. Beatrice insisted she do it today… just asked that we keep it secret until they’ve flown off at least. I had a few lovely comments about my new accessory, but we just said it was a gift from Sam. Only four of us knew the significance of it. And one other knew it was an item being used to propose, but didn’t know the significance of it… that person being her sister. “Congratulations you two!” Beatrice said, looking at my new ‘necklace’, sounding more excited about Sam and I getting engaged more than her own wedding. “Thanks Sis. And thanks for the push. You know I could’ve just done it another time, right?” Sam replied. “You two can’t wait. You’re too perfect together. Just don’t leave it too long before you two get married, okay?” “I promise we won’t, Sis. And clear your schedule, you’re my Maid of Honour,” Sam replied. “I gladly accept! Say, Sam, mind getting us drinks? I’m feeling a bit parched,” Beatrice said. “Sure. Chloe, you want something?” Sam asked me. “Sure, whatever you’re having,” I replied. Sam walked off, towards the bar… when Beatrice turned and stared right at me. Or should I say… at the necklace. And she just… grinned. That’s when she said something. Something I don’t think I’ll ever forget.   “An eternity collar, eh? Yeah that makes sense.”           ===================================================== And that's it. Bound is finished. This had a lot of views but not many comments, so I really hope you all enjoyed it. I know some people really loved it, and have asked that I either return to these two or possibly write another slice of life kinda story, and I may do just that at some point, though it won't be for a while as I've got too many stories planned (too many stories in my mind and in my notes, not enough time to write them all!).   Next story from me is a monstrum story that is more of an anthology, with multiple protagonists in their own 'books', all linked together, with lots of returning faces. I'm over 3/4 done with writing it, and its up to chapter 4 on my subscribestar now. 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Hey, friend. I appreciate the warm welcome. As a woodworker, I’m pretty well rounded, I think. Cabinets, furniture repair, plaques, miscellaneous things, too. Carved myself a tobacco pipe in my woodshop too 🔥 How about yourself?

Yes, I was caught a couple of times.  The first time was by my mother.  I had a wet Pampers diaper that I hid under my mattress.  My mother went into my room (I can't remember why) and found it.  She called me to my room and asked why I had it.  After a brief discussion she left the room with the Pampers diaper and threw it in the garbage.  After that, nothing was ever said again. The second time was my brother finding a stash of Huggies diapers (again under my mattress).  Him and one of his friends made a joke of it, but again, nothing else was said from that time on.   Neither of those times stopped me from ever sneaking diapers into the house and into my room.  I, however, got wise and never hid them under my mattress again.  😁   I guess some of this love of diapers was due to my mother threatening to put me back in diapers if I didn't stop wetting the bed.  Back then it would have been Pampers baby diapers as there was no such thing as Goodnites or any such "diapers."  I don't know if my love of diapers would be around if I was put back into Pampers diapers at that time.  I will never know I guess.  

“Morning, children,” Azumi’s voice was quiet when she spotted the sleeping Kara. She lifted all three toddlers from their cribs and gestured towards the bathroom. Aiko and Konyo stepped forward and waddled behind her. Their diapers were heavy and dropping.