LittleFallenPrincess

Chapter 41: Bottle Bound – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- Chloe I really wished I had pocketed that cake before I awkwardly left, because my tummy was rumbling something fierce. But then it was around dinner time anyway so I really shouldn’t be ruining my appetite with cake in the first place. So maybe it’s a good thing that Cassie and Sam were arguing about me and they broke up and I may have been a large reason for all of it…. Who am I kidding? I’m sitting in my car, in the car park just outside work, the rain pouring down heavily, thundering against the windows of my small little blue hatchback… in tears… wondering if I ruin everything just by existing. Because I know Sam said she didn’t have feelings for me during that rant, that’s not the issue… but even just being her friend is apparently enough to cause her girlfriend to get insanely jealous. But that’s all we are! Friends! I’ve moved on. She’s moved on. No more feelings between us. Just really good, nerdy friends. We don’t even talk that much these days, not since most of my time is spent with Lydia… even Becks and I have been talking more than Sam and I have. So I don’t even see what the problem is. Cassie though… telling Sam to cut me out of her life like that… How can someone do that? How can someone be that much of a bitch? I know we aren’t as close these days, and there used to be a thing between us… but we’re just friends now. And I can’t imagine my life without her. I’m glad Sam stood up for herself, though I still felt like if I had lingered about any longer at the shop, either Cassie would’ve attacked me as soon as she came out of that back room… or I’d just find a way to make it all worse. Like I always do. So I left. Without my cake. I held the keys in my hand, engine off, still sat there in shock, not knowing whether to go home or just sit here a bit longer to process everything. That was until I received a call. It was Becks. “Hey Becks,” I said down the phone, trying my best to sound normal and not upset at all… “You okay hun? I was going to chase after you but it was pouring down with rain and then I realised I had no idea which way you went, so I thought I’d call,” she asked, sounding concerned. Fuck. “Been… better…” I replied, lying through my teeth. “I bet. Look. That wasn’t your fault. I hope you know that?” “I… if I wasn’t friends with Sam…” “Then Cassie would’ve ended up treating Sam like trash and left her an even bigger mess. Trust me. I know from experience. That girl is trouble. And not the fun kind.” “But-” “But nothing,” Becks interrupted me. “Stop blaming yourself for everything. You did nothing wrong. And hey, you’re important to Sam. Important enough for her to stand up to Cassie for the first time ever. You’re special.” “I’m not.” “Sweetie, what have I told you about putting yourself down?” I sighed, before repeating verbatim what she had told me on multiple occasions. “I am not a problem. I didn’t fuck everything up. It’s not my fault. I am a…” I couldn’t do it. “Go on…” she growled down the phone, much like Lydia does with me, pressing all my little subby buttons. “...I am a good girl.” “And?” “And I only bring… pleasure… to everyone…” I’m so glad I was in the privacy of my own car right now, as even without anyone around my cheeks felt like they were on fire. “Good girl. See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” Becks sounded so pleased with herself right now. “Fine. It wasn't my fault. But… is Sam okay?” “She will be. Though she’s started drinking already. Don’t worry, I’ll keep an eye on her. I need to get some food down her soon, so I’ll nip to the place down the road for her usual comfort food.” “Chinese?” I hated that I still remembered that. “Yeah.” “I… could pick something up for you, if you want?” I suggested. “It’s okay hun, I’m a big girl, I can manage it myself. Thank you though!” Then my tummy rumbled. And Chinese food sounded really tempting right now. “No, I’m already out,” I insisted. “Plus it started pouring down with rain as soon as I ran out, so it saves two of us from getting soaked. And I’m starving anyway and need food… so why don’t I get some food for all of us and bring it over? I know what I like and what Sam likes… What about you?” “Okay then, fine, you can pick it up. But don’t get me anything, sweetpea. I’ll be fine. I’m having dinner with Lucy later.” “You sure?” “I’m sure, thank you though Chloe. You’re a sweet girl.” “I’ll be like… twenty minutes?” “Okay hun. See you soon.” I made my way through the lifeless shop, takeaway food in hand, heading towards the stairs at the back. Good thing Becks left the front door unlocked for me when she was shutting up for the day. “Helloooo?” I called up the stairs. “Up here, hun!” Becks called back from the apartment. That’s when I heard a very drunk Sam call out. “WHO DAT?” This made me giggle, but also made me worry a little. I hope she hasn’t gone too hard on the booze. We definitely need to get some food down her to soak it up and sober her up a little. Good thing I got her usual, mine, and then a few little extra things. “It’s me!” I called back to her. “HI ME!” I giggled. I couldn’t help it. “Sam, it’s Chloe. She’s brought you dinner,” Becks explained as I started walking up the stairs. “CHLOE? WHAT? WHY?” “Because we both care about you. And we’re both proud of you.” I reached the top of the stairs and Sam was looking at me from the sofa, makeup running down her cheeks where her tears had fallen. Becks was sat next to her, also looking at me. “Buh… I thought you’d hate me…” “I don’t hate you. You stuck up for yourself. For our friendship. I’m proud of you!” I replied, only half lying. Not that I hate her! I don’t! That wasn’t the half-lie! Promise! I just… okay, maybe I wasn’t lying, but I also wasn’t telling her all my feelings right now, which are heavily conflicted. But I’m putting my own awkward, self-hating feelings on the backburner for now, and focusing on making sure Sam is okay. “Got you fried rice!” I replied, holding up the huge carrier bag of food in my hand. Sam clapped her hands just like a little would… just like… just like I… “So anyway…” I said, diverting my thoughts away from things I’d rather not think about right now. “Becks, can you grab the plates? And is there any alcohol left?” Becks nodded and got up off the sofa, walking over to the kitchen to get us what we needed to eat. “I would’ve saved you some if I’d known you were coming back!” Sam said, holding up the empty bottle like a drunk toddler.” And that’s when I couldn’t help but giggle. “What’s so funny?” Sam asked, her brows furrowing. “You’re such a brat when you’re drunk.” “HEy! I resend that! Resend. Reset. Resent! I resent that!” “I’m sure you do, cutie,” I replied, wondering where all this was coming from. Was I secretly some switch that I didn’t know about? Becks wandered back over with a couple of plates in hand and half a bottle of wine. “This is all that’s left of the wine in the apartment, unless she’s got secret wine stashed somewhere. And here are the plates,” she said, before bending down close to my ear and whispering into it. “And don’t go thinking you’re a big girl just because she’s a little loopy right now.” Okay… that instantly put me back in my place. “I… umm… don’t know what you mean,” I whispered back. “You push this too far and it won’t be me who puts you in your place…” I looked at her, then at Sam. Then I giggled. “You mean… that drunk toddler there?” I nodded towards Sam, who was currently staring off into space, with the biggest grin on her face. “That ‘drunk toddler’ can sober up in seconds when needed, and she’ll have you over her lap, phone in hand, texting your girlfriend, asking her if she has permission to spank you for getting too big for your britches…” Becks growled into my ear. “She wouldn’t! She can’t! She can barely form a full sentence…” “I’ve known that woman for nearly half my life. Trust me when I say don’t think you can predict anything she does when she’s drunk.” “I… I’ll take your word for it…” And then she said the two words that instantly reminded me of my actual nature… “Good girl…” she whispered in my ear, before walking over and placing the plates on the coffee table, along with the half a bottle of wine that was left. “Now… Can you do me a huge favour?” “Umm… sure?” “Look after Sam tonight. I was planning on staying a bit longer, but the smell of that chinese food is making my stomach rumble, so I’m going to go and get ready for my date tonight. Sam doesn’t really need a babysitter, but I’d personally feel better if I knew she was being looked after. Just make sure she gets in bed. I’ll even cover a taxi home if it gets too late.” “I can do that. My evening was free anyway,” I replied. “Not seeing Lyds?” Becks asked, her eyebrow raising. “Tomorrow night.” “Then I appreciate it, sweetie. Thank you. Make sure she behaves. And make sure you behave…” It was getting late. We had devoured all the food I had brought us, and finished off all the alcohol that was left in the apartment. Or more accurately… she did. I know Becks said she can sober up in seconds, but is there a limit on that? Because the way she’s wailing and sobbing doesn’t give me the greatest confidence in her ability to sober up on command. But here we were, in a bit of a food coma, lying on opposite corners of her sofa, legs curled up by our sides, watching the movie. “Remember when we watched this together?” she said, crying still. It had been hours of her yelling at people in relationships on the shows we were watching. So I switched it to the first movie of the rings trilogy because I know she likes Fellowship, and it’s not got any romance for her to yell insults at. Because before it was all ‘you deserve to be alone’ and ‘don’t trust anyone’ and a bunch of other things trying to persuade the characters that can’t hear her, and don’t exist, that they should never be in a relationship. “Yeah. It was a good night,” I replied. “Chloe… Be careful with Lyds.” Okay… that was sudden. “Why? What has she done wrong?” I asked. “Oh nothing, Lyds is great. She’s freaking gorgeous. And hot. And tall. I totally would by the way.” Okay… looks like because we no longer have fictional relationships to direct her scorn at… she’s turning her attention to the real life ones she knows… great. Maybe I should have let her stick with the shows. “T… thanks? I guess? I mean she is pretty amazing. But why should I be careful with her?” “All relationships are doomed. Ours was. Cassie and I too. Becks will inevitably break up with her partners. You and Lydia. Daniel and Steph. You’ll all break up. Everyone breaks up. Love is a lie.” Okay. Looks like doomerism is on the menu tonight in Sam’s late night drunken monologue. “That’s not true,” I replied, trying to argue against this drunk, depressed toddler. “Then why can’t I find a partner? Why can’t I find someone who sticks around… and doesn’t abuse my trust and love?” Okay… low blow. I assume the first bit was relevant to me, the second one is definitely in reference to Cassie. “You just haven’t found the right person.” I hated myself for using the shittiest line every person in a relationship uses for their single friends. “Ha. As if that’ll ever happen!” she said, sitting up. I sat up to make sure I could grab her if she tried standing up at this point, because if she did… she’s probably going face first into the coffee table. That’s when she looked me in the eyes, the tear stains on her cheek still not dry. “You and I were the closest I’ve got to actual love. You were amazing. This cute, funny, amazing, cute, funny, cute, amazing, cute…” “Your tape is stuck on repeat…” I giggled. “...Cute… amazing girl!” “Thanks?” “And then I fucked it up. Like I fuck everything up. Because I bottle everything up.” “Yeah but look what you’ve managed since you realised you couldn’t handle everything by yourself! You have a shop with your best friend that is doing really well! You seem happier than ever!” “Facade. All of it. I’m a m… ma… master at it. Mistress. Is it master still or is it Mistress cause girl?” Her drunken ramblings were adorable… but worrying. “It’s master. And why, what's up?” “Everyone is happy. Everyone has someone. But even when I had Cass… I felt alone. She was using me just as much as I was using her.” “And you ended that. Because you want, and deserve, more.” “But what I want isn’t available.” “What do you want?” Her body was swaying a bit, side to side, as if she was trying her best to maintain her balance. Then she lunged forward. 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Chapter 40: Storm Bound – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- Samantha “PLEEEEEEEEEEEEASE?” “No.” “PLEEEEEEEEEEEASE MAMA?” “No.” “PLEEEEE-” “NO!” Cassie looked at me as if I had kicked her non-existent dog, before she stormed off upstairs to my apartment. My apartment. Which has been her main residence for the past month, ever since that amazing night at the event. And no, I didn’t ask her to move in with me, she just… did. Kinda. She still has her own apartment, but she chooses to stay here more often than not… especially since Chloe started visiting the shop more often, although Chloe is usually here to talk to Becks now that she’s gotten into much heavier kinks. And this wasn’t the first time Cassie has stormed off up to her (I mean our… though more accurately my) room. Ever since I had her drooling and humping my boot, turning her backside a beautiful shade of purple, and much more degrading things in that private room at the event… she’s been wanting more and more attention, and more and more ‘Mistress’. Begging every other day for me to throw her over my lap right there and then… often when I’m running the shop… and every time I have to turn her down, promising to do it later. But no… she doesn’t like the dreaded ‘no’ word. She sees it as a challenge. So I’ve figured out a way to deal with this attitude… I don’t. I’m not giving her what she wants if she acts like this. I don’t deal with brats. I hate playing with brats. Playful brats that give in with the slightest pressure and then are the most obedient, adorable little toys… those I like. A little bit of fight at first is fun to play with and corrupt... But the ones that just want to push buttons and want to challenge authority? Fuck those. I’m not playing her games. She knows this. So I’ll leave her to have her little tantrum upstairs whilst I carry on watching the shop and serving customers. I’m enjoying my book anyway. “Sam!” Chloe said, taking me by surprise, as I was half way through my latest book later in the day. I swear her ninja skills have been improving… I didn’t even hear the bell above the door ring. “Chloe! Hey! Umm… Becks isn’t in this afternoon,” I replied, half-hearted, not really wanting to deal with the sadness of this girl no longer coming to me for advice or help. “I know.” “Then… Do you want to order something?” Things between Chloe and I… have been awkward. We’re still friends. We’re still friendly to each other… but we’ve become more… acquaintances rather than close friends. She’s in here most days to talk all things kink with Becks, as she’s the one who Chloe deems most knowledgeable about all things ‘domme’. Not that I’m not… I’m just as kinky as Becks is, I’m just not outwardly kinky like her. I don’t let people know exactly how kinky I am. And so they think I’m just this soft domme who likes soft things like ageplay and a bit of light bondage. But no… if only they knew the thoughts running through my head when I look at Chloe… That’s why I keep my distance. I’m still having thoughts about her. They’re rare these days, but they still happen. She has Lydia, they seem really happy together, and I have Cassie. And me and Cass… well we’re a lot better than we were the first time we got together at least. I’ve been more romantic with her, took her out on a few dates… she even bought me flowers once! But yes, thoughts of Chloe are still there. But then I guess of course they are, we didn’t have that long where we had a bit of separation with neither of us in each other’s lives… and then suddenly she was part of our friend circle again. But over time she’s become less of a thought and more of a… passing fancy. Like how I think about other friends of mine and how I would domme them. I don’t want her back anymore, I just… she’s an attractive, lovely girl. I’m a domme. I’m allowed to have brief fantasies in my head, okay? “I’ll have…” “Usual?” I asked. “I… like that I have a place where I can just be like ‘my usual please’... I didn’t think you noticed I basically order the same thing every time.” Cup of her favourite tea and a slice of cherry bakewell. Every time. She isn’t very adventurous when it comes to most aspects of her life, it’s only kink in which she shows any kind of adventure, which was what surprised me when she started talking about various different kinks to Becks. Look, I overheard a lot of it. I didn’t actively try to listen in… I was just nearby a lot of the time and I overheard stuff. I’m not prying! “Well you’re predictable, hun,” I replied, smiling at her. Her and her stupidly adorable face. “Really? I’m not mysterious and sexy?” Sexy… yes. Mysterious… no. “Sorry hun…” I replied, not wanting to make things extra awkward by letting the thoughts come out of my mouth. “One of these days…” “You’re adorable, that’s what you are. Play to your strengths.” “Huh? How so? What does being adorable get me?” I laughed, turning around to prepare her tea, and as I did so I kept the conversation going. “Everything, hun. Being mysterious and sexy gets people interested in you. Being adorable makes people do anything for you…” “Really? So if I asked you in a really cutesy voice…” and that’s when she turned on her adorable little voice… “Can I pwease have an extra slice of cake today?” “You may… For the regular price.” “See! It doesn’t work!” she whined. “I’m immune to little’s charms and puppy eyes,” I replied, turning back and smiling at her. That is the biggest lie I have ever told in my life. Even more so than when I told Becks she looked good when she tried cutting her hair herself that one time… Not everyone can do it as well as I do. I am NOT immune to a little’s charms or puppy dog eyes… I was this close to giving her the whole damn cake… but I think the fact that she’s my ex and I’m actively trying not to get close to her again means that I have added defence against her cuteness. If I was trying to get close again… I’d be powerless to resist her. “Fine. Didn’t want an extra slice anyway…” “What if I said you can have it for half price?” “You’re evil!” “And why is that, cutie?” “Cus… cus… cus you know I can’t resist that!” I smiled at the adorable little munchkin who began rummaging around her purse for any spare change. The thing is… I wanted to give it to her for free. But I already nearly lost this business, I can’t go around giving free cake to everyone I like, I’d be bankrupt in no time! Plus… if word got back to either Becks or Cassie that I was giving Chloe free cake… heads would roll. Namely mine. Once she paid for her order, she went and sat down at her favourite table whilst I finished preparing her tea and picking out the best slices of cake for her on a little plate, before bringing it all over to her table on a tray and placing it in front of her. That’s when I heard a sigh coming from behind me. And when I turned around, I saw Cassie standing there at the doorway to my apartment, arms crossed, clearly annoyed for some reason. What made it worse was the fact that she still dresses like she’s a teen, with her long sleeves and short skirt and fishnets, and she just looked like she was having a teenage tantrum. Which made her look even more adorable. “What’s up, cutie?” I asked my girlfriend as I wandered over to her, before leaning close to her and whispering to her. “Need a change?” “Can we talk?” Cassie said, looking more upset than I had seen her in a while. “Sure.” “In private.” “Well I have to watch the shop, but we could go talk in the room behind the counter?” Even her steps sounded angry as she stomped her way across the shop, heading to the little private room behind the counter. “What’s up? You seem annoyed. Did I do something?” I asked, once we were in the privacy of the back room, with a little glass window in the door that allowed me to keep an eye on the shop, whilst affording us the soundproofing that we needed to have a private conversation without worrying about anyone overhearing us. “Of course you did, idiot!” Sadly… I had no idea what I had done to earn myself such scorn… which just made me feel even guiltier. “What? What did I do?” “You and Chloe…” “What about me and Chloe?” “You still have feelings for her. I saw you flirting…” “Hun, I don’t. I didn’t-” “Stop lying to me. You were one step away from making out with her…” “Don’t be stupid.” “I’m not the one trying to jump into another’s pants…” Then I said something that in hindsight, I might regret… but right now was all that was on my mind. “Not this time, no…” I snapped back at her. “What does that mean?” “Cass, you know full well what it means. Or did you forget the reason you broke my heart the last time we dated.” That’s when the cheeks inflated and she was going full brat mode. “I knew you hadn’t forgiven me for that!” “I forgave you. I didn’t say I never forgot it.” “Same thing.” “No it’s not.” “Yes it is! You didn’t forgive me for cheating on you that one time.” “And that other time… and that time in the hot tub… and the weekend away you spent all the time flirting with the waiter…” You could see her getting more visibly annoyed with me, as she realised she didn’t have a leg to stand on. I could’ve listed off a dozen or so times where she’s cheated or flirted with people when I was only mere feet away. “I want you to stop talking to Chloe.” “Why? There’s nothing going on. My feelings for the girl have gone. I’m just being as nice and playful as I am with all our kinky friends.” “Your kinky friends.” “Same thing…” I joked, realised I had fucked up again. “They can’t stand being with me, they all hate me, because they were all turned against me because of you!” “I never said a thing. They formed their own opinions based on how much you flirted with other people and slept around whilst you dated me. I never said one bad thing about you in the time we dated…” “But you did aft-” “OR after we broke up. Cass, you broke my heart. And you never said sorry.” “If I say sorry for ‘breaking your heart’, will you cut Chloe out of your life? I don’t trust that woman. She’s just after you to annoy me…” That’s when the dam burst. The lightbulb in my head lit up. The fog dissipated. Everything was so clear now and I knew just what I had to do. This, it seems, was the final nail in the coffin. “If you need to offer that deal… then you’re just as bad as you used to be. I had hoped you had changed.” “What does that mean?” Cassie barked at me. “It means, Cassie… it means we’re done.” A few seconds of silence afforded me a moment of relief. The biggest, but shortest, moment of relief I have ever experienced. One that was way overdue. “What?” “It means I can’t trust you. I never will. You started to show signs of becoming a better girlfriend… heck, even a better person… but then this just proves you’re just as insecure and bitter and selfish as you were back then.” “You can’t break up with me!” “I think she just did…” I turned to see Becks standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame, arms crossed and one leg folded over the other, like she had been watching the whole fight. That woman is a damn ninja too… or maybe we were just too embroiled in our fight to notice Becks had opened the door and was standing there, listening. For how long… I have no idea. “You can shut up too!” Cassie said, lashing out at my best friend. “Cass. Collect your things later. Get out. Now…” Becks growled. “Fine!” she screamed. Cassie stormed out of the shop, slamming the front door, causing the glass in it to crack due to the force she used. “I’ll get that fixed…” Becks said, as we stood there, transfixed on the entrance to the shop, still in disbelief that I had just stood up for myself against her. “I…” “Proud of you hun. I never thought you’d get rid of her,” Becks sighed heavily, laughing awkwardly. “...What?” “It’s clear she was just using you. But you being you… there was no chance you’d want to break her heart. I knew she’d probably want Chloe out of your life eventually, but I was worried you’d actually go along with it…” Shit. “Chloe…” With Becks holding open the door during all that… that meant Chloe (and the rest of the customers) probably heard the argument… So I turned quickly to check if Chloe was okay… but the only remaining presence of her at her table was a half empty cup of tea and two bites of one of the slices of cake. “Fuck.” “I’ll talk to her, I don’t think you talking to her right now is the best course of action. You go upstairs and lay down. You’re going to crash soon after all this drama, and you’re going to need comfort food and a good movie. So go on, I’ll go check on Chloe, I’ll look after the shop, and call a repair guy for the door, and I’ll bring you some Chinese food in a couple of hours, along with a bottle of wine for us to share. And because you did good standing up for yourself… I’ll even watch that nerdy movie series you like. But for now, I need to go chase down a scared little girl.” I was on autopilot at this point, so I nodded and turned to my apartment, heading off in the direction of my sofa, where I could wait for the realisation of what just happened to hit me like a freight train. ====================================================== There you go. Finally happened. You all happy now? 🤭 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! 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Chapter 39: Toy Bound – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- Chloe “Bend over, naughty girl…” Her words were making me feral at this point. Because not only had she teased me all afternoon as we got ready for this evening, she ramped up the teasing as soon as we stepped through the door of the club. We had arrived much earlier than everyone else, as Lydia practically runs this event, being one of the four friends who organised all of this and made it into such a successful thing. Honestly, hearing her recently talk about the history of this event made me even more excited to attend tonight. Especially as she had this private room booked just for the two of us. And some fancy lingerie she bought for me to wear tonight. A spanking bench, a St. Andrews cross, and some other kinky furniture that I have no idea what they are (but are excited to find out more about!) were littered around the room. One of about 3 private rooms, we had this to ourselves for the hour, and by the looks of it… Mistress really wanted to make the most of that hour… Yes, I call her Mistress now. Or Ma’am. Or Goddess. All appropriate titles for someone as gorgeous and amazing as her. It’s funny, but if you told past-me this a year ago, that I’d be into all manners of kinky things, have a Mistress, and be currently bending over the spanking bench as my dominant girlfriend straps me down so I can’t move… she’d have had a meltdown. “Are you okay, my love?” Lydia whispered down to me. “What colour are you?” “Green,” I replied. See! Past-me’s jaw would’ve hit the floor if she knew I know the traffic light system, have my own safe words, and know all this kinky stuff. In the month that we’ve been dating, Lydia has broadened my kinky horizons and taught me a lot. And she’s a very good teacher… I mean… she literally has the outfit for it. And she used a long ruler on my backside. And I had a uniform. Unf… that was such a fun scene… Lydia nodded at the confirmation that I was doing okay and wanted to continue, before slipping a ball gag in my mouth, pulling the straps around the back of my head, making sure my hair didn’t get caught, before fastening it and making sure I had no way to spit it out or make a noise other than mumbling or screaming. Then came the blindfold. All of this was because she had ‘plans’ for me tonight… and had kept them a secret from me all week, only teasing me about their existence and nothing more. “You’ve been such a good little toy lately…” she began her long, domme-y monologue, slowly walking around the bench, admiring her ‘toy’, stroking my skin with her fingers, making the nerves in my body respond with little pulses of electricity running through my brain, making me feel… oh so good. “Mhmmm…” I mumbled through the gag. “And you’ve been so good these past few days, going without certain… privileges…” What she means by ‘privileges’ is orgasms. I haven’t had an orgasm in four days. To say I’m pent up right now is an understatement. But despite the privacy, I wasn’t sure I was ready for one in a club, even if the door was locked and no one else was in the room. But… I was willing to give it a go, mostly because I trust Lydia. But also yes, I’m this close to humping her leg just to get some release! “Mhmmm…” I mumbled back. That’s all I could do apart from moan, and that was probably coming soon. OH GOD, I DIDN’T MEAN THAT AS A PUN! “Sweetie… how would you like it if your Goddess gave you a little bit of pleasure as a treat?” Her words flowed out like they were sweet and oh so moreish. Like honey. “MHMMMM…” I mumbled, excitedly. “Then you have to earn it…” Earn it? I was told not to play with myself for four days now, and now she wants me to earn it? “HMM?” I mumbled, confused. “I’m going to give you a pretty pink behind first, then you’re going to beg to use that pretty little mouth of yours to ‘worship’ me… if you know what I mean.” I had a pretty good idea. But first… I had to get through the spankings… “Ready, precious doll?” “MHMMM!” I braced myself for the first impact. And oh boy it fucking stung! I wasn’t ready for that! She never told me she was going to hit me with a fucking whip! Or at least it felt like a whip. But then she confirmed what implement she had used. “I do love a good caning.” Ah. Fuck. Yeah that makes sense. “I’ll give you two more swats, then you can tell me if you don’t mind this tool, if you’ve had enough altogether, or if you want me to change, okay sweetpea?” “MHMM…” Two more. Come on Chloe. You got this. As the crack of the cane rippled through the air, and the pain shot through me from my backside to my brain… I screamed out in pain. I don’t got this. Another strike, my legs start shaking… I don’t like this. I like a good spanking but this is too much… Footsteps got closer and closer, until they stopped right in front of me. That’s when my blindfold was pulled up, so I could see Lydia standing there, in her black corset and skintight pants, kneeling down, looking at me with concern. Cupping my cheeks, she slipped both her hands behind my head and released my gag, slowly and carefully removing it from my mouth. “That was too much, huh? Are you okay, sweet girl?” she said, dropping my gag and cupping my face in her hands once again, planting a kiss on my forehead. “I’m fine…” “No lying…” she growled, in a very protective way. “I…” “Hun, I can tell that may have been a bit too much for you. Don’t worry, we won’t use the cane anymore. I am so proud of you for trying it, but it’s clearly not something for you. You may love being spanked, but you’re not as much of a masochist as others. Don’t worry, we’ll go back to hands and floggers, okay Princess?” “How could you tell?” I asked, shaking a bit, my voice quivering. “Your legs were shaking. And that’s kinda normal, but then when I removed your blindfold I could see the pain in your eyes. That and the tears rolling down your cheeks told me we either give up with the cane, or we work our way up to that if that’s something you really want.” “I…” “Be honest with me, Chloe…” I love how concerned she is. This is why I’m so happy to try most things with her. She genuinely cares about me and my wellbeing. “I… didn’t like it.” “Then no more cane. You liked the flogger the last time we used it, didn’t you?” “I… uh huh…” “Then let me soothe your poor little behind for a bit, then if you’re ready, we try the flogger?” “Uh huh… I’d like dat…” She just smiled at me, before she grabbed the gag once again and put it back in my mouth, strapping it shut, then putting the blindfold back on… not without a little kiss on the cheek before she got up and went to get the flogger, ready for later. After some much needed aftercare, followed by another round with the flogger this time (which was a lot more enjoyable!) and a little bit of her using her hand, then the much needed release I had been hoping for… and the release I gave her through my ‘worship’, followed by even more aftercare (see, this is why I like this woman so much!)... We sat there on the sofa, with the room to ourselves still, as the music and fun raged on outside the door. I had my head resting on her shoulder, and she had her arm around me, resting her hand on my shoulder, using the other one to gently stroke my hair. “You know… for such a big bad domme you do aftercare really well…” “Thanks, cutie,” she replied, squeezing me tightly. “You’d make a good Mummy.” Okay… I think I fucked up by saying that. Because as soon as I said it, her grip on my shoulder loosened slightly and she went quiet. Fuck. I knew not to push the whole little thing on her. It’s not her thing. Fuck. “So… what now?” I asked, trying to salvage this without completely destroying what would’ve been otherwise an amazing evening. “How about we go find our friends, see how they’re doing?” she suggested. “Sure!” “Good, because the hour is up now. Good job I cleaned up the equipment right after we used it so it’s clean and sanitised for the next people.” “I did offer…” “And I did refuse your help…” she replied softly, kissing the top of my head gently. “Hmph.” “Come on then. Do you want to change into something a little less revealing or are you comfortable being in just your lingerie?” I wasn’t entirely sure either way. On one hand I was nervous about walking around the club in just lingerie and heels… especially sitting in front of friends in such a revealing ‘outfit’. But then the other half of me wanted to be a good girl so bad… and the thought of being her little dressed up toy in front of others… was starting to make me squirmy again. Great. This totally isn’t going to be the most difficult three days ever after her saying I’m not allowed to ‘play’ for another three days until she comes round to mine for our next date. Totally not. Nope. Not already getting frustrated and squirmy… ugh these three days are going to drag on, aren’t they? “I’m your toy, Mistress.” “I’ll take that as a ‘You want to be shown off in front of everyone that you belong to me and you’re ever-so-obedient’ then, shall I?” I didn’t say a word in response, I just smiled and nodded happily. “Just… can I sit on your lap for the rest of the evening?” “D’awww, why do you want that? Can’t get enough of me?” “That… and your lap is more comfortable than the sofas for my very bruised bum…” This made her giggle. Ugh, her giggles are so fucking cute… so cute I couldn’t help myself when I lunged upwards to her lips and planted a kiss on them. “Have fun?” Becks asked, as Lydia held the door open for us to the private social room our friends were holding. “Oh… wow… Chloe you look amazing…” “You should see my work…” Lydia said, grabbing my shoulders and spinning me around so everyone got a great view of my bruised bum. Everyone was getting a look except me! Lydia even took photos of her handiwork, but said she wasn’t going to show me tonight, she’d let me inspect myself in the mirror later. “Oh wow! You two really had fun, eh?” Daniel said, with Steph giggling beside him. Lydia sat down in the empty seat… and I noticed we were two people short. “Where’s Sam and Cassie?” I asked. “They have their own private room. Apparently Sam is going ‘full domme’ on Cassie today…” Craig replied. A tight ball of anxiety began winding itself together in the centre of my chest. Why do I care what they’re doing? No. I shouldn’t care. I’ve got the world’s best domme right here. We just got done having an amazing time and jealously shouldn’t ruin that. Sam is probably doing a bunch of babyish stuff anyway… Which I’m not interested in anymore… Not really… Much… Thankfully, Lydia grabbed my hand and pulled me onto her lap, making sure to cushion the fall to prevent me from squealing in pain once my bruised bum hit her lap. “You okay, precious girl?” Lydia whispered to me. “Yeah. Just… bum hurts.” “Want me to soothe it some more?” I blushed… and nodded, not caring that my friends would be able to see her caress my backside in front of them. Then I noticed that Becks had two pups with her tonight. One was Craig, I could tell his voice… but the other I had no idea who that was. Then she spoke up. “So… who’s the new girl?” And that’s how I first met Lucy. With her in full pup gear, and me with my backside on full display, being soothed by my Domme girlfriend. ====================================================== Don't forget I'm on Subscribestar! 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Chapter 38: Selfish Bound – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- Samantha Okay. So maybe I fucked up by letting them get close. It has been a month since their first date, and they are so… disgustingly cute together. Like we were when we first dated. And I was more jealous than ever, but at least that was balanced with the feeling of happiness for two friends finding their own happiness, especially Lydia, as she’s not had anyone to play with in a long time. Okay maybe not evenly balanced… more akin to an elephant being weighed against a kitten… but still… I’m happy for them. I did worry for Chloe though, as the longer they date, the more she’s stepping away from her little side. But maybe I was just wrong about her little side, maybe she just likes playing submissive roles and isn’t actually a little, maybe she was just playing the role for me… At least she seems happy to be Lydia’s sub. This has had an added side effect of making my Cassie act a lot more… clingy. She’s almost a whole half-decent girlfriend at this point! Though I fear that if Chloe and Lydia suddenly disappeared from my life… Cassie would return to her old ways within seconds. Gotta say… I am enjoying her actually enjoying her little side more, and not just being a brat for the sake of it. She’s actually being a good girl for me and I’m enjoying being a Mummy for her for the first time in a long time. This was surprising, as I thought that if she saw Chloe was no longer single or with an abusive Mummy, that she’d be less intimidated and return to being typical Cassie… but no, it’s continued. Maybe she still thinks there’s a chance Chloe and I could end up together. It’ll never happen, but if it makes Cassie act like a decent person… great. “What’s up with you, mopeyguts?” Becks asked, whilst we had a bit of a lull in business, having dealt with the usual weekday lunch rush, and we prepared for the increase in business in a few hours when everyone gets off work. It was supposed to be my day off, but I was bored and thought I’d help Becks out in the shop. “Chloe and Lydia are going to the event this weekend,” I sighed. “And?” I didn’t reply to her, I just gave her that one look. She can normally read me so well. “Look, they’re probably going to go off and play somewhere else, probably privately. Why don’t you book a room for you and Cass?” Becks suggested. “Maybe. She’s been acting a lot more little lately, her behaviour has improved, so maybe she’ll be more open to the idea of actually being submissive. It actually feels like I’m dating her now… which is scary.” Then Becks said something that took me by surprise. “To be fair, you’ve been just as bad as her,” she said, rolling her eyes at me as she neatly arranged the cups. “No I haven’t! Since when? How?” Okay… maybe I sounded a little too defensive in my hasty reply… “You’ve been treating that poor girl like she’s going to bolt at any moment. You’re avoiding getting close because you’re using her. You’re using her to not feel lonely whilst your ex, the one you’re actually in love with, goes gallivanting off with our hot goth friend. You’ve been treating Cassie like she’s disposable. Sure, I still hate her for what she did to you the first time… but she’s trying to be better, and now you’re treating her the same way she treated you.” “I… no I haven’t! It’s totally different!” “Is it now? Tell me… when was the last time you did anything romantic for the girl? And don’t say ‘getting her into littlespace’… you do that all the time just to keep her occupied and to keep your brain occupied.” “There was that one time that… umm… ” I tried thinking of something as I was saying those words… hoping I could remember something just to prove her wrong. Because how dare she… How dare… “Fuck…” “There it is. You haven’t once cooked a romantic meal for her, have you? Have you been on a single date that wasn’t a kink evening or a visit to the pub with us? Have you ever done anything that she’s interested in?” “I… but…” “But what?” I wasn’t expecting my best friend to stab me in the back like this, so I was caught a little off guard. “She doesn’t do anything I’m into!” “Have you asked her to try since she started changing her attitude?” “No…” “Sam… I love you. But you’re a selfish bitch sometimes.” I’d had enough at this point. “I’m not spending my day off listening to my bestie slag me off all day… I’m going to go watch something in my apartment.” “Fine. Run from your problems. I’m sure that won’t come back around to bite you in the arse…” As I sat there on the sofa, hours later… watching some random shit on TV, I couldn’t get what Becks said earlier to me out of my head. Am I really that much of a bitch? I know I was keeping Cassie at a distance but that was for my own mental wellbeing. To prevent Cassie from treating me like shit again, cheating on me and dumping me the moment she got bored with me. Becks is right though… Cassie has changed. And I’ve been treating her the same, as if she was still the same, shitty girlfriend she used to be. I… FUCK. I’ve been fucking horrible, haven’t I? Fuck fuckity fuck fuck fuck. Fuck. I’m so glad that not only are these thoughts internal, but also that I’m the domme and not a little… because if it was Cassie or Chloe swearing like I was, they’d be in big trouble. “How do I remedy this?” I asked Smudge, who was sitting on his little spot of the sofa, the spot that I dare not disturb or occupy. “Meow,” he replied. “Dinner. Movie. At the very least. I have to be better. But then what movie? What food? We have such different tastes.” “MAMA!” Cassie yelled as she burst through my apartment door, causing it to swing open with a good amount of force. “Hey babygirl, how was work?” I asked, trying my best to bury all the shitty feelings inside for the time being. “Boooooooring. But I got to finish early, so I’m here with my favourite Mama…” “You have other Mamas?” I asked, wondering if I was being a bit too on the nose and sounding nasty, or if she would get the joke. “No, silly! Just the one!” “Then come sit on your Mama’s lap and tell me all about work.” She looked a bit surprised by this. Did… Do I just not ask about her day at all? Becky was going easy on me earlier, it seems. “...Okay!” she said, skipping over, practically pouncing on my lap, her landing cushioned by my thighs and… padding. “Are you already padded, silly girl?” “Umm…” she blushed, looking around nervously, avoiding eye contact with me. “Did you go to work in a nappy?” “I… was feeling ickle… buh I had to go be a grown up…” “Poor baby, come here!” I said, pulling her closely for cuddles, kissing her gently on the top of her head as she wiggled her little legs. Right… I need to be not only a better Mummy, but also a better girlfriend… so I wonder if… “Sweetie?” I asked, sweetly. “Yes Mama?” Cassie replied, sounding like she was already suspicious. “If you want Mama to control how often you wear your nappies… she’s happy to do that…” “Weally?” She sounds really surprised. Pleasantly surprised. I really have been a shit girlfriend. “Yes sweetie. Mama can start forcing you to go to work all padded like that if that’s something you’d want?” I left it open to her, not just because I’m big on consent (which I am), but because if I just ordered her, she’s likely to resist it. By giving her the choice, I’m easing her into submission gradually over time. She’s less likely to fight back with her usually bratty attitude. “Umm… uh huh!” “How about… every night I expect you to be padded, whether you’re staying here or not.” “What about the days?” “Why don’t we leave that up to how dry you are in the morning? If you’re soaked when you say ‘Good morning Mama’, then you’re in padding for the rest of the day. If you’re dry… you can go in either panties or pullups… depending on if you were wet the previous day or not.” “Dat sounds fun!” See, doing it this way I allow her to take some control in whether she’s padded or not. True, I’ll technically be ‘ordering’ her to be padded, but we all know she’s the one with all the control, as she could easily stay dry in the morning to quickly send a text if she wants to wear grown up underwear, or if she really feels little and wants to be padded more… she can flood her nappy in the morning and then send the text. She’s got no issues with control, so this method allows her to decide if she’s padded and little or not, and I’m just here to provide the roleplay she needs to go along with. “Then as of tomorrow, that’s what we’ll do, okay poppet? Every morning I want a wakeup text from you if you’re not staying over, and I’ll ask how your nappy is. If it’s wet… nappies for you. If it’s dry, then you get to be a big girl unless the previous day you were wet, in which case you’re in pullups.” She looked so genuinely happy… and that just made me feel so much guiltier. But no, not going to wallow in that. Becks called me out, I realised I was being shit, and now I’m going to be better for Cassie. If she can improve, I’m not letting myself be as bad as she used to be. She deserves better. So all my focus will be on being the best Mummy and girlfriend for her. “Now, sweetie… how about we watch a movie or two tonight and get some yummy Indian takeaway food?” “Uh huh! What movies?” “How about… I pick one and you pick one?” I could tell there was still a part of her that still didn’t want to watch my nerdy stuff, but if it meant me watching her stuff with her, I was pretty sure she’d make the sacrifice. And the very enthusiastic head nodding that followed confirmed it. Another month, another kink event at the club. February’s theme at the club was obviously Valentine’s day… so there were hearts and various Valentine’s day decorations up around the place. Daniel and Steph were here, with Daniel in his usual smart attire, albeit with a little dash of red to go along with the theme, and Steph sat beside him, going all in on some absolutely gorgeous red lingerie that matched the red pocket square and tie Daniel was wearing. God, those two are so perfectly made for each other. Like two halves of a jigsaw that slotted together perfectly. Not like Cassie and I. Though despite our differences, we make it work. We just have to use some scissors and a hammer to make the pieces fit, tis all. Becks had two subs to play with at this month’s event, as Lucy was finally available to attend, having been gone for a few months due to working on thesis or something. I can’t remember what she said, other than she’s at University working on something much more advanced than I could understand. It’s always the nerds who are the freakiest. Gotta say… I admire how Craig manages to not be jealous all the time when he isn’t the only sub Becks is teasing. Most of the time it’s just the two of them, but occasionally Becks’ other partners are available and Craig is so patient and understanding. You can see a little bit of jealousy when he’s not her centre of attention, but you can also see the happiness on his face when he sees Rebecca happy. But both pets were on all fours, in their usual leather pup gear, sat on the floor at her feet like the goodest girl and boy ever, with Becks sitting on the sofa in a red shirt and black waistcoat. Even I was a bit flustered at how hot she looked tonight. I really wanted to catch up with Lucy, having not seen her in a while, but she was deep in her pup headspace, and I didn’t want to ruin that, because by the sounds of it she really needs the break from thinking as an adult human. But Cassie… Cassie takes the cake tonight. She wins when it comes to best and most adequately dressed… and I only had a small say in it. She decided most of it, which surprised me, and she was currently sitting on my lap, bouncing up and down, firing little plastic sucker arrows at Craig. Because, you see, she decided to dress as Cupid for the evening, seeing as she was already going to be in the nappy… “Isn’t Chloe coming tonight?” Steph asked, drawing Cassie’s attention… and ire. “Oh she’s not coming tonight, is she?” Cassie whined. “She is, babygirl,” I replied, making her sigh heavily. “But don’t worry, they’ve got their own room. Speaking of…” “Huh?” “I got us a room. You’ve been enjoying getting subbier with me, so I figured we’d try a few things. That’s if you want to, of course…” And in typical little fashion… she responded by sticking a sucker arrow to my forehead as she bounced happily on my lap, giggling. ====================================================== Don't forget I'm on Subscribestar! 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Chapter 37: Gig Bound – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- Chloe So despite Becks’ comment about my little side a few days ago, I was still looking forward to my date tonight with Lydia. I did kinda take that comment hard though, doubting if my little side ever even existed… which if what they said about Lydia is true… then it doesn’t matter anyway, and that means it’s better for me in the end. But no, I need to focus on tonight. Lydia invited me to a gig her friends are playing at a pub in the city, so I’m dressing up casual, but kinda… sexy-casual. Though I bet she probably won’t see it as ‘sexy’, it’s just a low cut top and some skinny jeans. I’m not really one to ‘flaunt my assets’... mostly because of the lack of assets I have. But again… that’s just my opinion, apparently I’m ‘gorgeous’ to Becks and Sam and that lot. I don’t see it, but then I’ve never been good with self worth… I’ve always despised my body. But it was too late to change my outfit now, so it’ll have to do. I wonder what kind of music they will play tonight. I mean I like all sorts but Lydia didn’t tell me much about tonight. Then again she didn’t say much at all. Maybe she’s saving it all for tonight. “You. Look. Amazing!” Lydia squealed, wrapping her arms around me as I walked into the pub and over to where she was standing by the bar, waiting for me, squeezing me tightly. “Thanks…” I replied, enjoying the life being squeezed out of me by this Amazonian woman, wondering how she thinks I look amazing when she’s dressed in a sleeveless top that showed off her toned arms, huge boots, and jeans. If I look amazing, there are no words in the English language that describe how hot she looks tonight. “Did you have any trouble getting here?” “Nope. Wasn’t actually that far, so I just walked.” “Oh good! Right, my mates are going to be playing in about an hour, why don’t we get a couple of drinks, find a cosy little table, and get to know each other? I want to know all about you, all I’ve seen is what a good little toy you are…” I was trying to focus on the pub, thinking about how quiet it was for a weekday evening, wondering if it’ll get any busier because right now it’s the right level of crowded for me to not panic and freak out and need to leave… but that comment from her would’ve made steam come out of my ears and whistles blowing as my face turned crimson, were this a cartoon. Instead I just blushed… and froze still, wide eyed. “D’awwww, you’re one of those subs. Cute.” Words. English. Anytime now Chloe. Come up with some. Just some simple words. Say them. SAY THEM. “Baahhhllla…” “How about I get you a drink whilst you go grab us a table and find your words again.” I smiled up at her and nodded. I can do that. I’m good at that! The table part, not the words part. I doubt I’ll ever find those words if she keeps talking to me like this. “Now, what do you want? Can you at least manage that?” she asked. I managed to mumble the words “Cider please,” and thankfully she heard me clear enough. “Okay cutie, I’ll be back soon. Go find us a good table by the stage.” I’ve never been to this pub before, but it was quite nice. Then again I haven’t been to a pub since… oh… since Sam. Ugh. No. Not tonight. No pining over the woman you still have feelings for. You’re on a date for fucks sake, Chlo! Focus on this gorgeous woman in front of you! “Good pick with the table, cutie,” she said, her heavenly voice making me melt in an instant. “T… thanks…” I mumbled. Honestly? It was just the furthest table away from all the others, so it seemed a bit quieter. I wasn’t thinking romantically or anything, purely just for my anxiety. “So… tell me about yourself.” “Umm… new to… you know…” I said, nervously, trying to say the word but finding it impossible right now in my melty state. “Kink?” she said, finishing my sentence for me. “Yeah…” “Figured, with the fact you still get embarrassed to even say the word ‘kink’...” she said, giggling. Even her giggles were adorable. “Have any that you’re into? I don’t usually talk kink straight away, I like to get to know people first, but clearly that’s on your mind so let’s go with that first.” Ugh. Did I already fuck up? I’m not used to talking about kink. Is there some forbidden rule that you don’t talk about kink on a first date? “Are you sure?” I asked, worried that I fucked up. “I… I don’t have to talk about it… I just thought I’d get it out in the open, just so… so if you’re looking for someone more experienced...” “Don’t worry about it, Chloe. Happy to talk about it anyway, and if it’ll make you feel at ease I’m happy to cover it, and don’t worry, you being new to it doesn’t scare me off. I assume Becks has warned you about me?” “Sam did, actually.” “Yeah that makes sense. Look, I know I appear all big and scary, like some big goth badass, but I’m a softie at heart. Not that I won’t beat someone's backside until it turns purple… but you do get extra cuddles after it. So… what are you into?” “Umm… Ageplay? You know… n… n… umm padding and stuff…” “Oh cool! Yeah, not really my thing but I’d be okay with you calling me Mommy if things progress that way with us. I don’t do nappies though, I hope you understand that. And I’m not really maternal.” Okay… that was expected. Still disappointing, but hey… she’s okay with being called Mommy. I can work with that. “Yeah. That’s cool. Becks and Sam told me that you’d be cool with me not being super into any of the hardcore stuff.” “Yeah it’s no problem hun. As long as you enjoy a good spanking, that’s my favourite.” I nodded, taking a sip of my pint, trying to hide my burning face with the glass. “So if we’re unloading all the big things straight away, I’m trans.” I nearly spat out my drink in shock. “Ha… wait, what? Really?” FUCK. And no, I didn’t mean that in a transphobic way. Just in a… I really didn’t expect that. Aaaaaand now I probably sound super transphobic. Fuck. “You sound surprised. I assume the girls didn’t tell you?” “No…” “Does that bother you? It’s okay if you don’t date trans women.” “No! Not at all! I just… I wasn’t expecting it. You look so…” “Sweetie, be careful with your next words…” she growled, in a confusing way that sounded both alluring but also threatening… “Sorry! I know, usually people follow that with horribly transphobic things. I had a trans friend at uni, so I know. Just… sorry. I don’t know what I was about to say.” “How about, ‘Oh Miss Lydia, you are such a gorgeous trans woman’?” “I mean… I was hoping by the fact I’ve not been able to keep my eyes off you the whole time we’ve been here that you’d have figured that out…” That was peak flirting for me. I hope she’s proud of me for being so flirty, because I can’t promise it’ll happen again. “Oh I noticed. But it’s still nice to hear…” she grinned at me… followed by a wink. “You look amazing.” “Thank you, cutie. So… have any questions about me being trans?” “Nope.” This surprised her. And by the smile on her face, it was a pleasant surprise. “Really? No ‘have you had the surgery yet?’ or ‘what’s your real name?’ or any of the other transphobic crap I usually get asked on dates?” “They really ask that? Wow… I knew it was bad, but I didn’t realise it was that bad for you.” “Oh hun, they are the nicer questions I tend to get...” “Then how about… What made you come up with Lydia as a name?” That seemed to impress her a bit, as her head shot back an inch as if shocked, but then she leaned her whole body forward, leaning her arms on the table, staring at me with the biggest smile on her face. “Video game.” I burst out laughing. “Sorry… I didn’t mean to… but…” “Hey! It was a very good game!” she cried out, laughing. I’m glad I didn’t insult her… but I may do with this next sentence… “I mean… it was mid at best…” I replied, purposely muffling my comment with my drink. “So you know which game I got it from?” “You liked the follower in it so much you named yourself after her?” I giggled. “She looked a little like me and I liked the name… so yeah…” “It’s a pretty name. For a pretty woman…” “You trying to butter me up, buttercup?” “Hey! No cute names! Illegals!” I whined. “What are you going to do about it, sweetie?” she said, putting emphasis on that last word. “...Pout!” I replied, pulling my best over the top pouting face at her, sticking my face forward, closing my eyes, sticking my lips out and everything. But before I could retract them… I felt another pair of lips connect with mine… and I… I… …I was gone. “NO FAIR!” I said, a little too loudly as I retracted in shock, realising maybe I was a little too loud. “Too far too soon? I apologise hun, I just… those lips looked so…” “So what?” “Kissable…” I was stunned into silence, but as if some other being took over my body, I started flirting back. “I… think I need another experience… this time where I’m not taken by surprise so much, so I can confirm that my lips are indeed kissable…” “Keep being cute and maybe you will at the end of our date…” “Well if someone has to do it…” “Thank you for your sacrifice…” she teased, sticking her tongue out before lifting up her drink to her face and taking a large sip. “So… I have a very big question…” I said, nervously. “Oh wow, you look so adorably serious. Go on then sweetie. Is it about my transition?” “Nope. More important than that.” “About kink?” “More important.” “More important than kink? Oh wow… umm… go on, ask away.” “Well I know you like fantasy games… but what do you think about fantasy movies… particularly ones made into a trilogy…” A few hours later, with the pub dying down after such a long and very loud gig, after people had been pouring out of the doors just before closing until it was just the band inside getting their stuff packed up again, Lydia and I were the only ones outside… holding hands… lips locked… after I earned my goodnight kiss from her. As she finally released me from her kiss, leaving the taste of cherry wine on my tongue, she held me close, towering over me, whilst I was just glad I had brought a coat as it’s freezing in this cold winter air. “So… this was a lot of fun,” she said, smiling sweetly at me. “Want… ummm… want to do it again?” I asked, mumbling half of my words. “I’d love to. Maybe somewhere a bit more romantic?” “What are you thinking?” I asked, wondering what could be more romantic than this perfect moment right here. “My place. I’ll cook.” “You cook?” “I mean I’m no chef, but I can try to make something really good. And hey, if that fails I order a mean fish and chips…” I giggled without even thinking. I love her silly sense of humour. Her nerdiness. How cute she is considering how scary she looks. “Sounds good. Either one does.” “And how about we watch the first of the trilogy… in 4k?” she suggested. “You have it in 4k? Oh my… you really know the way into a woman’s heart…” “And her bed…” she growled, making my knees nearly buckle after becoming so weak. “I… I should get going…” “Okay poppet. Let me call you a cab.” “One more kiss first though… please?” She looked at me, eyebrow raised. “Do you even realise you’re pulling that face?” she asked. “What face?” “The one that looks like a little kitten begging for attention.” “I do not!” She quickly pulled her phone out and took a photo of me, before turning the screen around to show me. “...Okay maybe I do a little…” “And that face you’re pulling is ‘illegal’ as you kept saying tonight. Just like you said teasing was ‘illegal’. Cute names ‘illegal’. Stroking your leg under the table to get you all squirmy ‘illegal’.” “...That’s fair. I’m just glad you don’t seem to care for the law…” I mumbled, nervously… That’s when she grabbed my head from behind and pulled me close to her body, pressing her soft, cherry laced lips on mine… ====================================================== Don't forget I'm on Subscribestar! 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Chapter 35: Interactions Bound – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- Chloe A few days ago, the day after Sam invited me to the event, the one being held tonight, Becks sent me a text, telling me she’d happily help me explore my submissive side, if that’s what I want. Her messages were a lot more drawn out than my brief explanation, but most of it was her making sure I was okay with Sam being there with Cassie, and I think she kept implying that I’d prefer to have Sam do it, as Becks may be a bit too rough sometimes. Honestly I think she was just trying to get me to play with Sam instead at the event. And believe me… I wish I could. I would love nothing more than to be in her arms once again. To be teased… touched… held… ugh, no, Chloe… you need to stop this thinking. Ever since you broke it off with Nat, you’ve been wanting desperately to get back with Sam. But she has Cassie. Even if Cassie is… …Umm… Okay, she’s a little shit, but Sam seems happy with her. I can’t get in the middle of that. So maybe getting some of this frustration beat out of me by Becks tonight will help. And as I stood there, in my sluttiest lingerie… which by my standards is slutty, but by Becks’ standards is probably quite prudish… I imagined what kind of things Becks will do to me tonight. Bend me over one of those bench things? Use one of those floggers? Oooooh maybe she’ll throw me over her lap. Aaaaaand now I’m thinking about Sam’s lap. And her soft… squeezable thighs… Sighing heavily, I grabbed my dress, slipped it on over my lingerie, grabbed my coat and my bag, as well as my keys and ID and stuff, and headed out of my apartment, suppressing my overwhelming anxiety that had been building up all afternoon, leading up to this event. Loud music. Thumping. Barely lit corridors. Tinsel and various Christmas decorations hung on the walls. I don’t remember it being like this the last time (obviously the decorations were new, but more so the rest of it just felt… different), so it was all a bit overwhelming when I got past the front desk, paid for my ticket and walked into the main corridor. It was… busy. Very busy. So busy that my first instincts were to rush back the way I came in, go home, and curl up in bed in silence for a decade or so. But no. I need to do this. I need to get over this fear, this anxiety… What helped push me the most was the fact people were waiting for me. Expecting me. So if I went home now… I’d just let them down, right? Becks would be disappointed… yeah… that’s why I’ll stay. Because I hate disappointing people. So I smiled awkwardly as I passed people on the way down the corridor, each person dressed up in various fetishwear. There was a pup being led on a collar by her Mistress, a guy in a full gimp suit, a straight couple who looked just like they jumped out of a 00’s vampire movie. You know the ones… the ones with the long coats, latex bodysuits… unf… I do love her in that movie… I wonder what I’d look like in… wait… Fuck. Did I just discover a new kink? Oh well, future me can figure that out later, right now I’m probably running late to get my ass beaten. And as I walked past a door, I heard someone calling out my name from that room. “Chlo! In here!” I turned to see my friends all hanging out in one of the side rooms. Seems like they’ve claimed it as our own already, so I quickly dodged the crowds and slipped into the room as quickly as possible, closing the door behind me. But I don’t know what’s worse. Being out there, surrounded by kinky strangers, all of whom don’t even recognise my existence, being in their own little kinky world where they are the main actors of their scene and everyone else is just a background character… or being in here, in private… being stared at by a number of people all grinning and licking their lips as if I’m next on the menu. “You scrub up well, toy,” Becks said as soon as I closed the door. I. Melted. It took every ounce of willpower to prevent my legs from giving in and dropping me to the floor. But a heavy price was paid… my cheeks showed the full result of her words as they grew hotter and hotter. “That didn’t take long to make her blush!” Steph said, sitting on Daniel’s lap, swinging her legs back and forth. So it turns out I was going to have an audience to my little ‘Baby’s intro to being dominated’ session… as not only were Becks and Craig here, as well as Sam and… Cassie… but also those two friends who I met at the pub months ago, back when Sam and I were together, Daniel and Steph. I remember them because of the whole ‘I’m his little fuckbunny’ comment she made or something. Daniel was wearing a suit, just like last time. Well not a full suit, but a waistcoat, shirt, smart pants… you know the type, the stereotypical ‘Daddy dom’ that I’ve seen online all the time. His beard was well trimmed, and I know I’m gay but he looked like he smelled amazing. God. That’s so weird to think about. Steph was in a purple corset, which looked amazing by the way, and was barely holding her boobs in, along with some matching panties and some absolutely gorgeous stockings clipped on to the corset. I had never gotten a proper look at those kinds of things, I’d only ever seen them in movies and up close they really hit a few buttons of mine. Guess I know I’m going to be researching a lot of things this weekend. Craig was dressed up in a rather skimpy black vest and skin-tight shorts… and a really cool looking dog mask. Though I think he’d probably prefer to call it a ‘pup’ mask, as it sounds cuter. He was cuddled up on a sofa with Becks, who looked… intimidating. Similar corset to Steph, but in all black, along with a pair of tight leather pants, and boots that just screamed ‘worship me’. The heels alone made them look intimidating, but the straps and the buckles and the way she had her legs crossed made me picture Craig at her feet, worshipping her boots… oh god… is that something I may have to do tonight? Cassie was here too, and it looked like Daniel and Steph were actively avoiding eye contact with the girl, so it seems like there’s a bit of a rift within their friendship group in regards to Sam’s romantic interests, because they were so lovely with me… but they can’t even stand looking at Cassie right now. Or maybe I’m just reading too much into this, wishing for something that maybe isn’t even there… Cassie… ugh, I hate to even think this, let alone admit it, but Cassie looked fucking adorable. And I was so jealous that she was getting to dress up like that at a place like this. Kinda like me the first time… when I broke her heart… ugh. Fuck. No. Chloe. Do not ruin tonight just because you fucked everything up months ago. Move on. You’re going to get all the attention tonight, that’s something to look forward to! Stop dwelling on how adorable Cassie looks in her bra and thick, babyish nappy… God, even her tits are fucking perfect. “Toy… pay attention.” How was being called that so hot? How did Becks have this amazing ability to make me melt on command with only a few words? Was it her outfit? Her voice? Her body language? Whatever it is, it is fucking working and I’m already close to dropping to my knees and worshipping her boots. “Sorry.” “Sorry, what?” “Umm… Sorry… Mistress?” I replied, nervously, stuttering slightly. “Mistress is reserved for good little toys who belong to me. You may call me Miss.” “Yes Miss. Sorry Miss.” “Good girl…” Unf. She used those two forbidden words. Forbidden, rightly so, for making me a quivering ooze of submissiveness if uttered by the right people. “Now… Let me see what I’m working with tonight…” Becks stood up from the sofa, with Craig instantly releasing his grip on her arm like a good little pup, before she began leisurely walking around me, inspecting me, as if she was looking at the goods before she purchased them. I… I just hope she likes what she sees… “I can work with this…” “This is why Becks is so respected in here… she can make anyone behave,” Steph said, grinning up at me. “Don’t worry, she won’t break you… too much.” My anxiety said ‘please don’t let her break me’, but my quivering body and rapidly deteriorating mind said ‘Oh god please break me, you beautiful Goddess…’. Or it would if I could string two sentences together in this increasingly hornier mind… “On your knees. Now.” I did as I was told and dropped to my knees. That was a big mistake, as I felt a jolt of pain shoot through me after landing on the floor too hard. Thankfully, the floor wasn’t as hard as it looked, there was a slight bounce to the flooring, but it still hurt a lot. Still… I’m a good toy. I won’t yelp. I want to enjoy this tonight. I want to experience being a proper submissive, to see if this is something I’d really like in a relationship… and most importantly… to get my mind off the happy couple sitting on one of the many sofas, the ones giggling at each other and kissing each other… Maybe this was a mistake… But before I could go down that rabbit hole, Becks bent over and whispered in my ear, “Are you okay, love? Be careful dropping to your knees, hun, I’m here to tease you, not damage you.” I nodded at her, appreciating the check in. This… this is why I wanted an empathetic, kind, understanding person to try this with for my first time. Someone who was clearly a pro at all this, but also did all the things you hear about online that apparently a lot of Dom(me)s ignore, like aftercare and check ins. Look, I’ve done my research, and I know what I want. And Becks… Becks is giving me everything I want. Well… not everything. If this was my ideal scene… it wouldn’t be her. It’d be the Mummy currently on the sofa, teasing her girlfriend’s tits as her friend kneels in the centre of the private room, regretting fucking everything up. “Right. Let’s see how well you obey commands…” Becks barked at me, making me straighten my back and pose, ready for her orders. This… was going to be an interesting evening… --------------------------------------------- Okay… Maybe I enjoy all this after all. Especially when Becks said ‘she even gives Craig a run for his money when it comes to being a good little pet’ to the rest of the group, making Craig look at me, frustration in his eyes (I assume his whole face, but I could only see his eyes through the holes in the dog mask. But yes, we were having a lot of fun, and my mind was mostly off the happy couple in front of me. Mostly. This was definitely something I’d like to explore more though, turns out I’m kinkier than I thought I was. First the ageplay thing, now BDSM… like… what next? Will I end up a pup like Craig or something? I guess I still have a lot to learn about kink… and myself. Becks also had a lot of fun, you can tell by the look on her exhausted face. She had made me pose in various different positions, she had me worship her boots (called it!), at one point she had me take my dress off, leaving me in just my lingerie… and then she had me crawl around on my hands and knees in front of everyone, sitting in front of each person, barking for a headpat from each person. It was humiliating. And I loved every second of it. Except for when I had to kneel in front of Cassie and bark for a headpat. But hey, that was quickly forgotten about when Becks brought out the spanking bench thingy and set it directly in the middle of the room. Look, I don’t know the exact names of these things, I just know I was lying on top of the top part, with my hands and legs tied to the sides, with my backside on full display. At least I wasn’t completely naked, I think that may have been a bit too much for me to handle this early on. This was an introduction, after all. Becks did give me a good introduction to everything… including pain. Only light pain, mind you, but it was still new to me… as she used a flogger on me, or at least I think that’s what she called it. She even got Craig and Steph to come up and use it on my bum too… which didn’t hurt as much as Becks’ swings. And even then, apparently she went easy on me! And as I was taking a breather, letting the pain on my backside settle, feeling… good about it all… I heard the door open behind us. “Hi…” I heard a familiar voice call out. “Sorry, this is a private room, we booked it for the night,” Becks replied to her. “I’m just looking for Chloe.” That brought me out of my blissful haze in an instant, as I tried to turn my head so I could see the door. Thankfully, Steph had seen that I was trying to get up, so she quickly uncuffed me whilst Becks and this woman who had intruded were chatting. That’s when I saw her. Natasha. “What… are you doing here?” I asked, nervously. I didn’t want to start shit in here, on my first proper night at this place, and get kicked out all because of my abusive ex. “Who is this woman?” Becks asked me, pointing at the woman wearing a black halter dress and matching heels. “This… is Nat.” “Nat? Wait… your shitty ex?” Way to play it cool, Becks… “Shitty? What have you been telling her about me, you little bitch? I came here to ask for an apology, as I was told you were here,” Nat asked me, instantly going on the offensive. “Wait… you want an apology from me?” I asked. “Of course. You broke up with me. Over text. Then whilst I was here I heard you were also attending…” Sam was about to get up, no doubt to defend me alongside Becks, when a large woman came up behind Nat, towering over the woman. “Sup Becks. Is this one bothering you?” the woman replied, with a slightly deep voice. And when I say deep… I mean that in a hot way. Like… a husky voice. Commanding. Like Becks’ but with a little more resonance… that oozes charm. If I wasn’t stuck in the worst situation imaginable, I would melt listening to that voice of hers. With her scruffy tank top, heavy silver chain necklace, and baggy black cargo pants… along with her gorgeous face and thick black hair that was tied into an extremely scruffy ponytail… look… I know I’ve just used the word scruffy to describe most parts about her… but that’s what she looked like. It was the best word to describe her whole aesthetic… What some people may refer to it as ‘grunge’, I call ‘scruffy’. Either way, it works for her. Really well, in fact. “She’s harassing our friend, her ex,” Becks replied. “Harassing, eh?” the woman said, looking at my ex, raising her eyebrow. “She’s also apparently a pretty shitty abusive domme…” “Is that so?” the woman replied. Nat looked at the two women, her head dashing back and forth between them, trying to get a word in edgeways. “Hey!” she said, finally breaking their conversation. “I am not abusive! That little bitch over there is the abusive one!” Everyone looked at me, timidly sitting there on the spanking bench or whatever it’s called, eyes wide open like a deer in headlights. “That little cutie? I doubt it. Especially if she’s friends with Becks and Sam. You… on the other hand… I’ve been keeping an eye on, and you’ve been pushing one too many boundaries here. So effective immediately… you’re banned.” “Banned?” Nat sounded like she had never been spoken to like that in her life. “How dare you!” “Claire?” the woman called out behind her, rather loudly. It was then that the woman who I had paid my entry fee to, the large blonde woman who looked like she could bench press a car, walked over, and began escorting Nat out of our room… and off the premises, with Nat loudly complaining and trying to make a scene. But my mind was not on any of this. My mind was on the fact that that gorgeous mysterious woman in the doorway just called me cute… ====================================================== Ruh roh. Chloe is smitten. Again. Also I'm glad someone else noticed the Glitch in Nanny easter egg :3 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. 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Chapter 34: Jealousy Bound – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- Samantha As I rolled over in bed, comfy and warm within the embrace of my nice thick winter duvet, I found something barring my path. “Morning, beautiful.” “Morning, baby,” I replied, still barely awake at this time in the morning. My eyes hadn’t even had a chance to open properly yet. “Wake up then!” Cassie groaned at me, in her usual brattish way. “Why? It’s Becks’ turn to open the shop. She said she didn’t need me for the first couple of hours.” “Because… I’ve got a surprise for you!” Okay… that got my eyes to open instantly. I… I’ve never received a surprise from Cassie. Like… ever. And what lay in front of me looked amazing. “You did this for me?” “Uh huh! I wanted to treat the bestest Mama with the bestest breakfast in bed.” “But you can’t cook…” I replied, raising my eyebrow at my girlfriend. “That’s why… I went down to the cafe down the road and got it to take out, then put it all on plates and stuff…” “You got dressed… and went out… to bring me breakfast?” “Yes, why are you sounding so surprised?” she replied, sounding all huffy. It was actually kinda adorable. “Who are you, and what have you done with Cassie?” I laughed. “Shuuuush! I just wanted to make it up for you for not being the bestest girlfriend…” “You mean like… when you cheated on me last time?” “...Yes.” “Well it’s a good start, it looks absolutely delicious!” What has gotten into Cassie lately? First she’s getting clingier than ever towards the end of November, then once Christmas started and all the decorations went up everywhere, she got extra clingy and even became less bratty. I even caught her cleaning up after herself a few times… and now this. Breakfast in bed. She has never got anyone breakfast in bed. Not even herself, as she expects others to get it for her. But hey, I’m not going to turn down an amazing-looking full English breakfast. I’ll try to figure out what she wants later, as my stomach was growling too much for me to work anything out right now. “Morning sleepyhead,” Becks said as I came down the stairs, my vision and senses being invaded by Christmas decorations once again, just like every morning since December began. Becks had gone all out in making the shop feel festive. We even had little festive treats and special festive teas on the menu, which the few customers we had in the shop this morning seemed to be enjoying. Cassie had headed out just before I came down to help run the shop, as she’s got ‘errands’ to run… which is weird… leaving me to get dressed and stumble down the stairs slowly, being greeted by my bestie, who was wearing a nice crisp white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and her smartest black pants, looking rather sapphic if I’m honest. “Why are you all dressed up?” I asked. “Meeting with David.” “David?” “Why do you never remember who he is? David, from the club.” “Ah yes. Bank guy David. What’s he want?” “Well I’m catching up with him mostly, but I’m also giving him our sales numbers and whatnot, making sure we’re on track to pay off all the previous debts and then those that were added from the renovations.” “Do you need me?” “I’d have woken you up earlier if I did. You need to run the shop whilst I’m out. I called Craig, as it’s his day off from his main job, to come help in a bit, he should be here soon, but until then… you’re on your own.” “Poor Craig. Being roped in because his Mistress ordered him to,” I giggled. “I did no such thing!” replied Becks, sounding rather defensive. “It was Craig that offered, actually. He’s bored at home, and with me busy in the meeting he has to entertain himself, and when I said you were running the place alone today, he jumped at the chance to do something.” “Fair enough then. I’ll be happy for his company.” “How was breakfast in bed?” Becks asked. “You know?” “Cassie wouldn’t stop bragging about it when she came in earlier, just before she went up with it to give it to you. That’s… a big step for her, thinking about someone else for a change.” “She… seems to be trying to be a better person. For what reason, I have no idea. She probably wants something.” “Or she’s jealous…” Becks replied, in her best teasing voice. “Jealous? Of whom? And for what reason?” I asked, confused. “Sam. You are such a strong, intelligent woman… but you are a fucking idiot sometimes. Chloe. That’s who. And I would’ve thought it’s obvious as to what reason she has…” “Cassie is jealous of Chloe? But I’m not dating-” “She sees the chemistry between the two of you, you and Chloe. The way you talk about that girl… Cassie is getting defensive, claiming you as hers. She didn’t have any competition the first time you dated.” “That’s…” Then I thought back to all the times she’s been extra clingy… and they tend to be around the times Chloe comes to the cafe… “Ah fuck.” ------------------------------------------------------------------ A couple of weeks later, I was sitting in the shop, enjoying a nice hot cup of tea whilst reading a book. Customers were sat around the cafe area all doing the exact same thing, and everything felt at peace with the world, even if it was just in this store for this limited amount of time. Things were going well in my life. Cassie was clingier than ever, more romantic… and more attentive. She had never acted like this during our previous relationship, mostly because she never felt threatened back then, so she could afford to sleep around and treat me like a disposable domme. But now… she brought me little gifts (only stuff like sweets or treats or whatever, but considering who it's from… It meant the world to me), she asked about my day, she would be clingy physically and not in a selfish way. Hell, she even made sure I… umm… got to… you know… during our ‘grown up’ time. Which she never cared about before. Usually she’d just lovebomb me up front and then forget I even exist, but this was a while into this relationship now and she hadn’t drifted away… yet. Maybe that’s because Chloe still visits the shop a couple of times a week, every week. Sometimes Cassie is at the shop when she does, or sometimes Cassie just hears about Chloe coming in… but either way, I think Chloe’s presence is improving my relationship with Cassie, which is nice. And that’s not to say I’m using Chloe to improve Cassie or my relationship! I still love my time with my friend whenever she visits the shop, we talk nerdy stuff whilst Becks and Cassie roll their eyes, and we have a nice chat, keeping up with each other’s lives. I’m there for her whenever she needs me, needs to vent, needs advice, whatever. We’re just as close as we used to be, but without the romantic connection we used to have. Well… The weaker romantic connection. Because I don’t know her feelings when it comes to me… but that girl is pretty unforgettable. And a part of me still wonders what would happen if I dumped Cassie and asked Chloe out. But no. That’s not fair on Cassie. She’s trying so hard to be a better girlfriend. She’s being so much better than her old self. I’m happy with her, for the first time. We’re doing okay, and I’m focusing all my love and attention on her. So why can’t I stop thinking about Chloe? That’s when I realised I had been staring at the same page for the past ten minutes or so, as I was lost in my own thoughts, and had only been brought out of it when the bell above the door rang, indicating we had someone come in. Expecting Craig, I was pleasantly surprised to see the cute little grin on Chloe’s face as she walked down the centre aisle, stopping half way and waving at me. I waved back and returned the smile, before she began looking through the science fiction section. “Morning, cupcake.” “Morning. And yes please,” she responded, placing a book I instantly recognised, one about these two women who fall for each other in some oceanic dystopia that involved robots. “I mean, I was calling you cupcake, but which one would you like?” I giggled. “Oh! Sorry… I’m dumb.” “You’re adorable.” “Thanks. I… just not thinking straight much these days.” “What about gay thinking? Doing much of that?” I asked, trying to sound as deadpan as possible. Yes. Bad joke. I know. But… umm… I don’t care! “Actually… yes.” “Oh?” “So… I’m putting myself out there again. Oh, also I’ll have the one with sprinkles, please! And my usual.” I got out of my comfortable position and stood up, grabbing the last of the sprinkle cupcakes as I began preparing her usual order, but didn’t let that stop me from having a conversation with my friend. “Oh? Looking for a Mummy again?” She looked around to check that no one had heard me talk so openly about our lifestyle, before whispering to me. “I… umm… maybe…” “Maybe?” “I was thinking of… umm… finding… umm…” “Use your words, poppet…” “You know that doesn’t help! That just makes me melt more!” Then came a familiar voice from the front door of the shop. “BABE!” Worst. Timing. Ever. Cassie had burst into the shop, saw Chloe and me talking, then yelled out in my rather peaceful, relaxing shop. “Cassie… indoor voice, please. Sorry everyone!” I said, apologising to my customers, who had all looked up to see the disturbance, realised it was nothing, then went back to their books/laptops. And so she skipped down the aisle, towards the counter, standing next to Chloe and placing her arms on the counter in the exact same way Chloe was positioned. “So what are we talking aboooout?” Cassie asked, sounding rather excited. “Chloe is looking for a new Mummy,” I replied. “Oh good!” Cassie sounded a little too happy with her reply, so I chose to ignore her and continue talking to Chloe. “So what were you looking for in a Mummy, hun? You were going to say before someone rudely interrupted…” I said, emphasising the word rudely to get it into Cassie’s skull that she needs to be better. “I… was thinking… I was going… umm…” Chloe seemed really nervous about this, but eventually she got her words out. I think Cassie’s presence wasn’t helping, but it’d be really shitty of me to ask Cass to go away now, given how she’s apparently jealous of my friendship with Chloe. “I was thinking… of finding a domme…” “A Mummy domme?” “I… kinda. Maybe. I dunno. Not really been feeling the little thing lately. Nat kinda ruined it for me.” “Understandable, but don’t think it’s gone for good hun, so don’t give up on it or it’ll come back and bite you. Always does.” Too many times have I seen people go through the ‘purge cycle’ with this kink. Throwing away all their onesies and nappies and everything, then a few months later they have to rebuy everything because the urge came back even stronger. “I just… I always admired what Becks did. And your domme side.” Cassie started laughing. “What domme side? She’s a pushover!” What Cassie doesn’t know is that I never go domme for her, because she’s just a brat. And not one of those fun brats who give in with only the slightest bit of dominance… no, she’s unstoppable. The only thing that works on her to make her obey is the soft Mummy act I put on, and even then that’s only when she’s wanting attention. You can’t make someone submit who doesn’t want to submit in the first place. “Cassie, why don’t you go upstairs and look for somewhere to order dinner tonight from?” Her adorable face lit up. “I can pick tonight?” “Yes. But just gimme a bit to have a chat with Chloe, then I’ll be up to help, okay poppet? Oh and grab Mr Stuffie, you’re being little tonight.” That was all she needed to forget Chloe even existed, as her smile grew twice as large and she dashed for the apartment stairs, disappearing like a speedster from a comic book. “Mr Stuffie?” Chloe asked. “Her fave stuffie.” “Ah.” “Anyway, back to what you were here to talk about. Hun, if you want some more dominance in your life, go for it. Just don’t forget about your little side.” “I don’t even know what I want.” “Well why don’t you come to the Christmas event at the club?” I suggested. “I… I haven’t been since…” Since you broke my heart and left me? Since I last got excited about going to events again? Of course I won’t tell her these things… I’m trying not to hold it against her. “Shush. Ancient history. And Becks can give you a bit of an intro, maybe a taster session?” I suggested. “She… she’d do that? Wouldn’t it be awkward?” “Not at all. Look, Saturday, arrive with your sluttiest dress on. Becks will take care of you. Then you can see if this is something you’ll want or not. And don’t worry about limits being broken, Becks will honour all of them, and you’ll have a safe word and everything. So if there’s some things you’re not into or okay with, or change your mind about, you can stop it at any time and Becks won’t be insulted. It’s probably your best opportunity to try new things with someone you can trust.” “I… I mean… that does sound fun. Sure. I’ll come.” It was at that point that I realised that during our conversation all our customers had finished up their drinks and headed out, leaving just Chloe and I alone in the shop together, with Craig of course, who was collecting the dishes to be washed. He’s a star. I must remind myself later to tell Becks to give him a treat. I’d do it myself, but I don’t want to step on Rebecca’s toes… “Good girl. Now, are you going to be okay? I need to close up the shop, then make sure this little brat upstairs isn’t ordering lobster or something ridiculous tonight…” “Yeah, thanks. Go ahead, have a good evening!” she said, smiling awkwardly and waving at me as she headed towards the door. And once she had gone, I let out the biggest sigh, the one I had been holding in the entire time. “Not going to say anything…” Craig said out loud as he was collecting a cup from a table. “Look, it’s easier for me to accept it if it’s Becks playing with her.” “Becks will happily play with her, but are you going to be okay with it?” “I’ll have Cassie.” “Ugh, Cassie is coming to the event too?” “I assume so.” “Well good luck, because by the sounds of it… you’re gonna need it.” The worst part… he wasn’t wrong. Saturday is going to suck. ====================================================== Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays and all that! I hope you all have a fantastic time, and I hope 2026 is even better for all of you! 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). 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Chapter 33: Toxic Bound – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- Chloe ‘I missed you…’ What kind of fucking statement was that to the woman that I still haven’t lost feelings for? And after this utterly shit day too… I just wanted to bury my face in her chest like I used to, to escape all the stresses and worries I was dealing with as an adult, and embrace her warmth… her smell… her aura. But no. She’s found someone. Of course she’s found someone. So don’t mind me whilst I proceed to finish off this bottle of wine along with the takeaway food that cost me way too much and is way too greasy and unhealthy. Because tonight I’m not making sensible choices. I’m going to ignore my phone, and all the mean messages from Nat, and watch something. The problem is… I’m not even in the mood to watch my favourite stuff. Because it just makes me think of how much Nat hated everything I liked… and how Sam shared the same interests… and WHY IS LOVE SO FUCKING COMPLICATED? My phone buzzed, making my head buzz a little more after I had finished the last drop of wine not that long ago. Doesn’t help that I’m a bit of a lightweight. And as I scanned my phone to see who was texting me, all I saw were the words ‘Nat’ and ‘you’re a bitch’. I’m sure the full message is a lot longer than that, contains a lot more swearing, and accuses me of all sorts of horrible things. All because… I broke up with her. Because, as it took my friends to make it clear… She's toxic. So controlling and demanding and then gets insulted when I break up with her. I originally broke up with her last night, but she was too busy with her friends yet again to pick up the phone, so I left her a text. And yes… break ups by text aren’t great, but given how she’s reacting now and how anxious I am on the phone anyway… I think I can be given a pass… right? But yes, when I woke up, I had like twenty text messages and thirteen missed calls from her. It started off with the ones I expected, the ‘sweetie, are you joking?’ to the ‘I thought things were going well?’ but over time you could see her start to blame me for everything, making me out to be the villain. I won’t repeat what she said, mostly because if I think about those messages one more time I’m going to burst into tears. Again. So all day at work I’ve been dealing with texts and phone calls from her, with her being honestly pretty fucking vile towards me just because I had the gall to break up with her. I think she just wanted to be the one to break up with me, not the other way around. But that’s just who she is. She never truly liked me. She saw me as this cute plaything, this cute baby, ignoring my personality and my likes and dislikes, my anxiety and my depression, ignoring everything that makes me me… outside of my obedient nature and my outward appearance. Which she tried so hard to change. From ‘I think we should get your hair cut’ or ‘you’d look cuter ginger’, all the way to wanting to replace my entire wardrobe because my style just wasn’t her preferred style. I can’t believe it took me so long to realise how selfish that woman is. And that I fucked up a perfectly good relationship because of her. It was Nat that was pushing me all that time in the background that what Sam did was unforgivable, that I deserved better, that Sam is an evil person… when she’s not. I’m just easily influenced it seems. And what a sucker I’ve been. I let that b… bitch… ruin my life. All because she was jealous. I just went with her when she was spouting all that stuff about how ‘Mummies shouldn’t do this’ and ‘Mummies shouldn’t do that’. All of it painting Sam in some evil light. And being the dumb fuck I am… I ate it all up. I accepted it all. I let her turn me against my own girlfriend. Sure, Sam wasn’t perfect and yes she did fuck up by keeping things from me, but I overreacted… all because of Nat, who was pushing and prodding all my fears and anxieties about my relationship. Maybe it’s good that Sam has someone else. If I’m that easily influenced… Do I even deserve her? Who is to say that I wouldn’t find some other reason and get influenced to break her heart again? No. I’m not going to do that to her again. Because… I just won’t let myself get that close to her again. I’m better off just being friends with her anyway. I also don’t want to complicate things with her girlfriend. Who seems pretty cute… albeit a bit nasty. Those comments she made made me feel really shit, and if Sam hadn’t come out to comfort me at the bus stop, I would’ve internalised it even more than I have and already be on my second, maybe even third, bottle of wine… and crying into a stuffie. Then my phone beeped again, although this time it was a distinctly different beep. See, sober me had realised that maybe other people would want to text me or call me… so I had the clever forethought to change Nat’s text and call sounds to something different than my usual. So I grabbed my phone with my free hand, the other holding the glass of wine I had nearly finished, and checked who was messaging me. I only glanced at the messages from Nat on my notifications, and they seemed pretty cruel, so I sighed and swiped them away, before focusing my attention on the message notification I had from Sam. Sam: Hey sweetie. How are you holding up? I giggled to myself before browsing my image gallery for a reply… Chloe: *drunk_anime_wine.gif* Okay… so sensible me is not here right now. Just this idiot who has way too many reaction gifs saved on her phone and way too much alcohol in her system. Sam: How much have you had? Chloe: This many! I quickly snapped a pic of myself and sent it to her. Chloe: *Chlo_twofingers.jpg* Sam: Two bottles or two glasses? Chloe: One bottle. Two very big glasses. Sam: What’s up, petal? Chloe: Hahaahahahahaaispndkfnkffknnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn Sam: … Chloe: SOrry! Ianm Iiii I like wine. Wine gooooo0ood! Maybe I’ve had a bit too much, I’m way too giddy right now… Sam: Do I need to come look after you? I will, you know… Chloe: No! I wanted to say yes, but even drunk me can’t allow myself to ruin her relationship, apparently. I can’t even be selfish. But there’s being selfish… and actively ruining someone’s relationship just because you miss her and want her to tuck you into bed, read you a story… change your nappy… fuck, why did drunk me have to start thinking about little stuff now? Sam: Right, I’m coming over. Fuck. Chloe: No! I’m finannefn fin fine! Dopnt let me screaw your night with ur gf! Sam: I’ll be over in 10 minutes. Fuck. Fuck fuck fucking fuck. Fuck fuckety fuck fuck fuck. FUCK. Way to go, Chloe. If her girlfriend hates you even more now… that’s on you. Sam turned up fifteen minutes later, and I had to get up off the sofa where I was currently drooling, and answer the door to let her in… which was a lot more effort than you’d think. “You look adorably tipsy,” was the first thing she said to me. “Hey! I’m like… super duper drink!” She giggled. Adorably. “You mean drunk?” “That’s what I said…” I growled at her. “Sure, kiddo. Right. I’m here to make sure you don’t die or hurt yourself.” “Buh… wha about Cas… Cath… what was her name?” “Cassie. And it’s fine, she got bored part way through the pizza and went out to drink with her friends. It’s what she does.” “That’s… not fair on you!” “Sweetie, it’s fine. Just… don’t tell her I’m here.” “She doesn’t like me, does she?” I sighed. “She doesn’t like anyone who may be a threat to her. That… can be anyone. Me included.” “I’m a threat?” I didn’t know whether to be insulted or happy about that… so instead I chose to let my face meet the sofa once again, as I flung myself over the arm of it, my face thudding against the fabric where my little drool spot was. Eww. Future Chloe is going to hate me tomorrow. “I brought more of the tea you like. That may help sober you up. Cups still in the same cupboard?” Sam asked, patting her shoulder bag, before walking off towards the direction of the kitchen. I groaned, trying my best to indicate to her that yes, the cups are still in the same place as the last time she was here. “Oh look at this mess, Chloe! Did you manage this in one evening?” she called out from the kitchen. Oops. “Right. Here… water first,” she called back to me, as I heard the tap running and something filling up, followed by heavy footsteps heading right towards me… when suddenly a pair of legs stood before me. They were nice legs too. “Drink this, slowly. Small sips, sweetie…” she said, holding out a tall glass of water. I swung myself up, using my momentum to sit up on the sofa in one big swooping motion, before looking up at the extremely pretty lady who didn’t look too impressed right now. “Fank yoooooooooooo…ooo…ooo….ooooo” “Sip that, I’m going to go clean your kitchen, you mucky pup.” I couldn’t help but giggle at her calling me that… whilst also trying to take a sip of the water… and I nearly choked. “Careful! Wow, you really do need an adult, don’t you?” she said, rolling her eyes at me. The problem is… I couldn’t tell if she was playfully joking or if she was criticising me. At least I couldn’t in this current state I’m in with my head all over the place. “Are you mad at me?” I said, quietly, as she began to walk away back to the kitchen. This caused her to stop instantly, and turn around to face me. “No sweetie. I just think you need some help whilst you’re going through some tough things. It’s okay, we all stumble. We all have times when we’re struggling. My friends have helped me in the past…” I felt guilty, because if it’s worse than how Craig was describing (which I have a strong feeling he was making her out to be a lot better than it actually was after I broke up with her)... then I’m the cause of her needing her friend’s help, she’s just being too nice to say so. “...and I’m here for my friends. And you’re one of my friends.” Her emphasis on ‘friend’ was loud and clear, despite how messed up my head is from anxiety and alcohol right now. There is no ‘me and her’ anymore. There’s Chloe and Sam, close friends… but there’s no… us. I fucked up everything. I fucked up the best thing I’ve had in a long time. And… I just began sobbing my heart out, tears streaming down my face, as I ugly cried, wailing out like… well… like a baby. “Oh sweetie, it’s okay…” Sam said, turning back to me once again, sitting beside me and wrapping her arms around my shoulders, pulling me in for a hug, kissing the top of my head. I wanted to cry more, because I knew this is the most I’ll ever get from this perfect… well not perfect, but still pretty fucking amazing woman… but there was also something about her embrace that just settled my soul, and my crying started dying down instantly. After she had consoled me, and made sure I had stopped crying and was stable enough to keep sipping the water she got me, she went back into my kitchen and continued cleaning up the mess I made when preparing my takeaway food earlier. She’s an angel. And I’m a fucking monster. I don’t deserve her. But I need her, at least in my life. I can learn to be happy with that. I don’t want to ruin things between her and Cassie. So I’ll continue being her friend, but I’ll keep my distance and not get too attached again. It’s the least I can do to make it up for breaking her heart in the first place. I awoke with the biggest hangover I had ever had the misfortune of feeling… finding myself in my bed of all places, with the morning sun shining through the bedroom blinds. “Wha?” I called out. But… nothing. No answer. Then as I looked over to my bedside table to see what time it was, I saw a glass of water and a small note… with what looked like a couple of pills. So I ignored the pills and quickly opened the beautifully handwritten note. Chloe Had to go open up the shop, so make sure you take these painkillers with this water and try to grab a shower when you can. Also send me a text to let me know you’re awake and okay. I’m glad you’re back in my life again, I missed you and I’m so happy we can be friends again. P.s. Don’t tell Cassie I was here, she’s still getting used to me being friends with you. P.p.s You may want to change yourself. I didn’t want to push boundaries, but I noticed you were padded when I put you to bed, and you were already soaked. So provided you’ve not leaked already, make sure you change soon, otherwise you’ll get a rash. I could feel my cheeks burning as I realised what she must have seen whilst putting me to bed… and as I looked down, I thanked whatever higher power that I hadn’t leaked… though it was very close to being a problem… ====================================================== :3 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! 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Chapter 32: Timing Bound – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- Samantha “You took the whole ‘Chloe thing’ well…” Becks said, a few days later, at the start of a brand new month, with only one month left until the Christmas period, which I was not looking forward to. I had taken the whole weekend to be on my own, not replying to any of my messages… Well, I was with Cassie initially, but then she dropped me to go hang out with friends and get drunk all weekend, not inviting her girlfriend along with her. Typical Cassie. But yes, the whole weekend alone… with my thoughts… after what just happened with seeing Chloe for the first time in ages… Despite appearances, I was not in a good state. So I grumbled and smiled awkwardly at my bestie, and went about the prep needed to open up the shop today. “Samantha…” she growled. She knows I hate being called that. It’s so… parental. It’s what my parents would use whenever I was in trouble. So I turned around to look at her, making sure she got a very good look at my disapproving face. “What?” I growled back. “I can tell when you’re faking it. Tell Auntie Becks what’s up…” Auntie Becks is the persona she puts on when around littles, seeing as she isn’t into it herself, but she still likes to tease them all the same. It’s adorable when they call her that, but I did not appreciate her pulling it out to use on me. Just because I’ve not been feeling particularly domme-y doesn’t mean I’m suddenly wanting to switch. I’m not a switch. I tried it. Wasn’t for me. Do not force it on me or I will bite your fingers off. “Don’t,” I growled, much louder this time. “So Chloe coming back into your life is not good?” “No.” Fuck. I didn’t mean to be that honest. “Why?” “Because…” “Because?” “Because I’m with Cassie now! And I can’t just go flirting with my ex now that she’s probably single! It’s… unethical.” “Unethical? Have you heard yourself?” “You know what I mean, Becks. I can’t just drop Cassie to be with Chloe, especially so close after her breakup with her soon-to-be-if-she-isn’t-already ex. Plus that’s two for two. Two Mummies. Both dropped after a few months. She’s flaky. She gives up too easily. I can’t handle her doing that to me again.” “You’re just coming up with excuses.” “Becks. Seriously. What if I did dump Cassie to be with Chloe, and for some reason she took me back… who’s to say she won’t just get bored of me in a couple of months again when she finds another thing that bothers her? And even then, she needs time alone… space…” Becks didn’t say anything back, she just sighed, shook her head, then got back to work. So I did the same and this made for a very awkward, very quiet morning at the shop. And later on that day, shortly after most offices and places had shut, we got a small influx of people coming in to have some tea, read books, and generally unwind after a stressful work day. We figured we’d get a lot of business if we just kept the place open a couple of hours later than most places, so we close at 7pm most evenings, except weekends. And thankfully, we’ve found out we only need one of us to manage the shop on certain days, though on others we definitely need the two of us. Today was one of those chill days where Becks had dropped off the sweet treats she made at home earlier in the day, and I was left with the running of the shop in the afternoon. It helped that I loved our customers. It wasn’t busy or hectic or anything, and our customers were lovely and quiet, albeit a bit stressed after work, but they never took it out on me or Becks. Sure, we had a couple of uptight people complaining, but thankfully we didn’t need their business so they never returned after we kindly told them where the door was. So here I was, reading my own book behind the counter, as everyone sat either reading in silence, talking quietly to each other, or typing away on their laptops. Honestly, it was so chill. Even Craig was here, after he had finished work for the day, chilling in the corner, reading his latest crime novel he purchased from me. Then she walked in… And on her face was the answer to the ‘has she broken up with her girlfriend or not?’ question we had been wondering all weekend. “What’s up, Chloe?” I asked as she stood in front of me, on the opposite side of the counter, tears streaming down her face. “I… I…” “Craig, darling?” I called over to my friend in the corner, knowing full well that Chloe was not in the right state to talk about what’s bothering her in front of all these people, so I’d have to take her somewhere more private. But if I was to do that, the shop would need looking after for a bit. Craig and I over the past few months have grown closer, which is nice. We were already close friends, but we’re probably like one step below besties now, which is nice. So I knew I could trust him to handle things whilst I talked to Chloe upstairs. “Yes, m’dear?” he said, knowing he could be that way with me, but if he had addressed Becks in the same way, or even addressed me that way whilst Becks was present… he’d be in deep trouble. “Mind looking after the place for a bit? Just need to…” I didn’t finish my sentence, I just nodded in the direction of my crying ex, and he knew instantly what was up, so he smiled and nodded. “Thanks, hun.” So as Craig got up and grabbed his bag, moving over to where I was sitting behind the counter, I grabbed a couple of tea bags from the kitchen, then took Chloe by the hand and escorted her up the stairs, closing my apartment door behind us, leading her to the sofa and sitting her down. “I’ll get us some tea, then you can tell me all about what’s got you all sniffly.” “...Kay…” was all she said, because she could not stop crying. Clearly things had not gone well. Or they had and she’s regretful and I fucked things up by getting involved. Fuck. I really hope it’s not the latter. Once I got a pot of what I assume is her favourite tea, and a couple of cups, I walked over to the sofa, placing the tray on the coffee table and pouring us both a cup of tea each. “Here, be careful, it’s still hot.” “T… t… th… thanks…” she mumbled. “So.” “I…” “I assume you did it?” If I had asked what’s wrong, I don’t think she’s in any state to talk full sentences right now, so I took the initiative. And as predicted, she nodded, sniffling, tears running down her cheeks. “And did it go well?” I asked, as I lifted the cup of tea to my lips, taking a small sip. She shook her head violently side to side. “What happened, sweetpea?” “She… she… she got agg… aggre… aggressive…” My hands around the cup tightened their grip, and I was this close to cracking the cup with how angry I was right now, but I held back… because otherwise I’d burn my hands and lap. “How so? Did she hurt you?” “Not p… not physic… not physically…” Chloe sobbed. “Did she yell at you, hun?” “Uh huh…” “What did she say?” “She told me… how shit I am… how stupid… and anxious… and… annoying… an…” “She ripped into you because you had the audacity to break up with her, I assume?” “I… but… what if she’s right?” “She’s not, hun. You’re a wonderful, sweet, kind girl. She was just hurt and got defensive. She lashed out. You’re none of the things she said.” “She said so many nasty things about me…” “You weren’t the submissive, obedient, personality-less toy she wanted. You deserved better than that, hun. And I’m proud of you for doing what’s best for you.” “Y… you are?” “Yes, sweetpea.” Her little smile, the one forming on her adorable little face right now… could melt even the coldest of hearts. But it seems it can’t do anything for someone who has no heart, like that bitch who broke hers. “F… fank you… wh… why are you so kind to me though?” “Why wouldn’t I be? You’re a sweet girl, who I’m happy to be friends with. Why wouldn’t I be kind to such a sweet baby?” I could see her edging closer to the edge of the sofa, reaching out slightly, as if she was about to put the cup of tea back onto the tray… …When the door burst open. “MAMA!” Worst. Timing. Possible. “MAMA! WHERE ARE- Oh… you have… company.” I took a deep breath, sighing heavily, before turning to my girlfriend. “Hey Cassie.” “Who’s this?” she asked, sounding rather defensive in this awkward moment. “This, Cassie, is Chloe.” “Ch-? Oh. That Chloe.” Chloe looked at Cassie, then back at me, confused. Okay… maybe Craig hasn’t told her everything about me recently… …Fuck. “Chloe… this is Cassie, my… girlfriend. Cassie, this is Chloe.” Chloe’s face widened in shock. “Oh… sorry, this is inappropriate for me to be here… I’ll… I’ll go…” she mumbled, quickly placing her cup on the tray, nearly spilling it. “Maybe you should,” Cassie replied, to which I returned a look of ‘NOT HELPING!’ back at her. And it was clear that Cassie either didn’t understand the meaning of the look I was giving her… or more likely… she just didn’t care. “No, Chloe, it’s okay.” Chloe looked distraught as she grabbed her bag and rushed out of the apartment, nearly stumbling down the stairs before I could stop her. “Cassie… what was that?” I snapped at my girlfriend. “What? I was saving you.” Ugh. She looked so fucking smug right now. “From what? Helping her?” “Helping her do what though? Are you cheating on me?” The defensive tone in her voice almost made me laugh considering how faithful this girl was the last time we were together. “She just got out of an abusive relationship. She needed comforting. And you just scared her off.” “She’ll be fiiiiiine,” Cassie replied, rolling her eyes at me. “Cassie. I’m not getting back with her. But I am going to support her. She’s a friend.” “Not much of a friend, considering she hasn’t talked to you in a while.” “Again, abusive relationship,” I sighed. “Yeah, so?” Cassie really knew how to make my blood boil sometimes. Thankfully, just as it was reaching boiling point, her face changed almost instantly. “Fine. Go. I don’t want her to do anything stupid because you weren’t there to comfort her. As long as we can order pizza or something when you get back? I’m starving!” “Yeah sure. I promise, we’ll get pizza and watch something little for you when I get back, okay Princess?” “Little time? How about ‘little sexy time’ too?” It was like she had completely forgotten the whole Chloe thing and didn’t care anymore now that she was getting something from all this. “Sure.” “Well go on then, go save that stupid girl. I wan’ pizza!” I gave Cassie a kiss on the forehead, and rushed off down the stairs, hoping I could catch up with Chloe in time. Cassie isn’t evil or anything. She just struggles with caring about people’s emotions or other people’s needs. She’s… selfish. Extremely selfish. So her saying that to me, even due to selfish reasons, that alone was a huge step for her… which gave me hope that maybe in the time we were apart… she’s changed a bit. I found Chloe at the bus stop. “No! It’s okay! I’m fine. I don’t want to interrupt your evening!” Chloe said to me, rather defensively. The bus stop was pretty empty, there was only this guy wearing extremely baggy clothing along with a huge pair of headphones with music blasting out of them, which meant Chloe and I had some privacy, despite his presence. “Chloe, it’s fine. You’re my friend and I’m worried about you.” “So… you have another little?” “...Yeah. Does that bother you?” “No! Not at all! I’m happy you found someone. I mean I did too… even if she turned out to be a bitch…” “Chloe, sweet girl, you deserve better than her. You deserve better than me. But even though I’m with Cassie, that doesn’t mean I don’t have time for my friends, especially cute little baby friends like you!” Chloe blushed and stared at the floor. “R… really? Doesn’t your girlfriend care that your ex wants your attention?” “Hun, if she’s got a problem, that’s on her. I’m just talking to a friend, wanting to help you feel better after a horrible breakup. So… how long until your bus?” “Since they changed the timetable… yet again… it’ll be another thirty minutes,” she sighed. “Just missed the last one?” “...Uh huh.” “Then that’s a good half an hour of talking to me about it all.” “You sure? I don’t want to use you as some sort of therapist.” “Sweetpea, you’re my friend. I’d do this for Becks or Craig or any of my friends.” “I… I’m glad we’re talking again. I missed it. I… missed you.” “I missed you too, munchkin,” I replied, wrapping my arm around her and pulling her close, squeezing her tightly. I so badly wanted to kiss her forehead, pull her onto my lap, rock her gently until her little hummingbird heart calmed down from all this anxiety. But I can’t. I have Cassie, who is waiting for me at home. So I’ll keep enough distance as needed from Chloe, to prevent my heart being broken twice, but I’m definitely not going to let this girl leave my life again like that. So friends it is. Good friends. Just friends. Fuck. This is going to ruin me, isn’t it? ====================================================== :3 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! 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Chapter 31: Friends Bound – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- Chloe I had heard about Bound’s new ‘grand re-opening’. And I so desperately wanted to go. To wish her luck. To get something, maybe try that little cafe they’ve apparently built up to be a little tea cafe thing. …And to see her. Because god do I miss her lately. Don’t get me wrong, I adore Nat to bits. She’s so lovely and supportive and sweet and… umm… yeah… maybe on paper she’s perfect. Or maybe it’s me worrying about minor things too much. Maybe it’s just me being too picky, asking too much. They do say opposites attract, after all. But no, I can’t go to this event at Bound. I’d probably fuck things up by going. May even make Sam backslide a bit. Because Craig has been updating me on how she is and how the work on the shop was going… without going into so much detail that it would be creepy and slightly stalkerish. Only that the work was great (he wouldn’t shut up about how amazing the shop looks now), and that Sam was feeling better (though he wouldn’t go into details with her, only that she’s better now). Plus I don’t think Nat would be happy I’m spending time with my ex if I went. So instead, I’m spending my nice autumn evening snuggled up with my favourite sheep stuffie, watching the first of the trilogy I started all that time ago, wishing that we had the chance to finish it with her at least. Or that Nat would want to watch any of my stuff. But no, she has her things, and I have mine. And there’s the vast canyon of difference between our things. Which is making me doubt everything. But then maybe this is just me doing the same thing I did with Sam but with Nat now, that I’m just coming up with excuses because I’m scared to commit to anything for too long. Heck, I haven’t even told my parents that Sam and I had split up. They still think I’m dating her, though I guess we barely talk these days, as I’ve been busy with this new job and everything. I really should get back in touch and introduce them to Nat. They’d probably love her. But would they have preferred I stayed with Sam? Would they prefer her over Nat for me? Ugh. Chloe. Stop it. You’re worrying about all this stuff that is utter nonsense, and you’re missing one of the best scenes of the movie! No, me and Mrs Tibby are gonna snuggle up on the sofa, stop thinking about all those big thoughts I keep having that are stressing me out and bringing me down, and we’re gonna watch the rest of the movie. Then we’re going to have an early night, because we’re up early for work in the morning… or at least I am, Mrs Tibby just gets to do what stuffies do, probably stay in bed and rest all day. Ugh. How am I jealous of a stuffie now?! ----------------------------------- A week later and I can’t believe it’s only a couple of months until Christmas. That magical time of year where I go see my parents and… tell them I’ve had a different girlfriend for the past few months… Oh boy… that’s going to go well. Actually, what am I doing about Christmas? I was only reminded of it because I’m currently walking down the high street after work and I saw advertisements for it. I swear they begin advertising for Christmas earlier and earlier each year. It used to be mid November they’d start, and everything Christmassy would go up on the first day of December. But it’s October… and they’re already pre-booking for restaurants and advertising decorations and sales for the festive period. And I can see the council have started putting decorations up too, to light up the high street in time for the Christmas period. Aaaaaaand… shit. I was too distracted by all the wonders of Christmas to notice that I was now standing awkwardly… outside of Bound. Fuck. What should I do? I’m making it weirder by just standing here, surely? I just hope to god that Sam or Becks haven’t noticed me just standing here. It’s bad enough that people passing by keep looking at me awkwardly… but… Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. No Chloe. You shouldn’t. You can’t. Nat would be upset. But… No. Think of Nat. FUCK WHEN DID I GET CLOSER TO THE DOOR FOR ME TO PUT MY HAND ON IT? WHAT IS HAPPENING? Fuck. ABORT. ABORT! And as the door closed behind me, a gentle warmth filled the air around my body, making me feel more at ease and comfortable than I was just a moment ago on the slightly chilly high street. And… It was busy, thankfully. I’m glad it’s doing well. Lots of people in the cafe area, lots looking through the shelves full of books… I’m glad to see it hasn’t changed too much, it’s still mostly the old shop. Just… more organised by the looks of it. And it actually has customers! And the cafe in the back looks really good! Should I order something? Is it weird me being here? Then I noticed I had walked half way down the centre aisle, heading towards the cafe. I swear my body is acting independently, trying to get me in trouble… And that’s when I felt a hand on my shoulder. “Hey Chloe.” Turning around to see a familiar face, I didn’t know what to say or do. “Don’t worry, Sam isn’t here, she’s out at the moment, though she should be back in a bit,” Rebecca said, smiling at me. “I don’t know if you want to make yourself scarce by then, or if you actually wanted to see her, but there’s time for a cup of tea and a nice scone if you want, I think we’ve got some left.” “I…” “Still unable to think around beautiful women, eh?” she grinned, followed by a cute giggle. “Don’t worry, I’ll look after you.” She held out her hand and instinctively I took it… I TOOK IT! Why? Why did I take her hand? She escorted me towards the cafe, towards a table that was currently empty, although it still had a bit of mess left by the previous customer, so Becks released her grip on me and quickly went about cleaning it up, indicating for me to sit down. “What would you like?” she asked. I looked at the menu on the wall behind the counter and picked out a nice sounding tea. I don’t really know much about tea, but I’m willing to try anything once, so once Becks took my order, she rushed off for a bit, leaving me at the table, alone, as I tried to return my heart rate to something not worryingly high. And after a bit of a wait, in which my nerves hadn’t calmed but my heart rate had lowered (very slightly), Becks returned… with two scones and two cups of tea. “I thought I’d join you, if you don’t mind?” “Of course, it’s no problem…” I replied, awkwardly. “Thanks, cutie. Now… How are you doing? Been a while…” “I… umm… sorry…” “Out with the ‘sorry’s already? Sweetie, it’s okay, I won’t bite. Even after what you did to my best friend’s heart.” Okay… that was… that wasn’t uncalled for. I deserved that. Fuck. It was a mistake coming here. “I’m… ok…” “Got a new job, I hear?” Craig must have updated them on how I’m doing, just like he was updating me on how Sam was doing… “Yeah. It’s okay. Just admin for an accountancy firm. Nothing special.” “Sounds… dull!” Becks replied, laughing. “Yeah, it is. I see you renovated Bound…” “Yup! It was a lot of hard work, but it’s paid off. We’re doing alright, lots of business. People love our sweet treats, speaking of which, go ahead… try it!” I eyed the scone on my plate, the one with butter on it and a little plastic pot of jam beside. Honestly, I know I have a bit of a sweet tooth, but I love just plain scones. Well not plain plain, they need butter at least, otherwise they’re dry as a desert, but most of the time I opt not for jam on mine. And as I hadn’t eaten since lunch… I devoured that scone in mere moments. “Good?” she asked. “Oh my god… amazing! How… that’s even better than that bakery down the road!” “I know, right? We’re hoping through word of mouth and reviews that we’ll draw away some of their business. Because they’re actually made by… me!” “You can bake, as well as domme, as well as run a business?” “I’m a very capable woman. I can handle a lot,” Becks smirked. “I can see that…” I replied, feeling my cheeks burn. “Like I can handle a best friend who got her heart crushed by some silly little girl who ran at the first instance of trouble…” The burning on my cheeks was replaced by a pit of dread in my chest as I realised this wasn’t a friendly catch up, this was more akin to an interrogation. I had hurt her best friend… and she always plays bad cop… “I…” “Save it. I understand why you ran. Sam was being equally irresponsible, and as a domme… she should’ve known better. But what I need to know is why are you here now? I know you and Craig have been talking. I know you’ve been enquiring about Sam. So why return now she’s getting better?” “I… don’t know… I just… I was walking home… and…” Was I here because deep in my selfish heart… I wanted her back? That things weren’t paradise with Nat… and my subconscious had realised that way before my brain did, and had steered me towards Bound, where I would find someone who understood me? Maybe I just wanted to see her beautiful face once again… “Use your words…” Ugh, not now, Becks! That sentence makes me melt, and right now I’m trying to be honest with not only her, but myself, as to why I felt the need to come see my ex of all people, especially considering I’m in a very happy… I mean… considering I’m in a relationship. “I know you found someone. So why come back here? To rub it in Sam’s face? To flaunt your happiness?” “No! I would never do that!” The fact that she would think I would do anything like that means she doesn’t truly know me… or that I really fucked up everything. “Then why are you here?” “Because… I missed her…” “You missed her? Surely your new Mummy wouldn’t approve?” “She…” And then it was like I could see the defensive best friend facade fade away from her face, revealing the empathetic domme I once knew, albeit only for a brief time. “What’s up hun? You wouldn’t be visiting your ex if your current relationship was going well. Come on, tell Auntie Becks all about what’s bothering you…” ‘Auntie Becks’… ugh. She knows how to hit all my buttons, just like Nat does. Like Sam used to. “I…” And so I told her everything. From Nat’s inability to like anything I do, from her ignorance of my favourite colour, to the more serious things like her wanting to know where I am at all times. And everything in between. “Hun, that’s not a relationship you’ve got there,” Becks sighed. “That’s a timebomb just waiting to go off.” “Huh?” “Hun. She’s abusive. Leave her ass. Find someone better.” “She’s not abusive. Just…” “Controlling? Manipulative? Coercive? Hun, you’ve just told me what I see from every newbie wannabe dom that walks into the events. Loves power, loves control, won’t listen to criticism. Can’t do any wrong because they are perfect and they know best because they’re the dominant. You need to run.” “I can’t. She’s not evil, just… she can be a bit… she can… umm.. pressure me a bit… make me feel bad…” “Yes, she’s sensed your anxiety and your submissiveness and is using them to control you. I know I’m not a therapist, but I bet even an actual therapist would be telling you ‘girl, get the hell outta that relationship’.” “I…” Was Nat really that bad? I mean… as I was listing every flaw off, and for the first time all together… Yeah some of it sounded worrying. I guess if it was someone else in the same situation, I’d be telling them to run for the hills too. But then… I don’t want to be alone. I don’t want to upset Nat. I… I already fucked up my relationship with Sam because I was too picky and too fussy about things. I don’t want to be the cause of another breakup just because I can’t handle some silly little issues… “Chloe. Seriously. She’s the type of person I’d end up barring from the event. We don’t like toxicity like that in our circles.” “What’s this about toxicity?” As I turned around to see who was talking… my heart stopped. “Chloe…,” Sam said, standing there behind me, her arms crossed. Looking as gorgeous as ever in her long black coat, tee and jeans, and some gorgeous heels. I had to check I wasn’t drooling. “...Hi…” Fuck. ‘Hi’? Is that the best you can come up with for the woman you loved deeply and whose heart you broke? “What are you doing here?” Sam asked. I… didn’t know what to say to her. She sounded pissed. Thankfully, Becks did know. “She’s in a shitty abusive relationship and she needed Auntie Becks to tell her to break up with the bitch.” And once again, in an instant, Sam’s defensive demeanour dropped in an instant, and she took off her coat, draped it over the back of the spare chair at our table, sitting down next to Becks and me. “Who is she, what has she done, and do you need me to help hide the body too?” I know she was joking… but if looks could kill… she really would need to hide the body. And thankfully, to save me from repeating everything… Becks told her all about Nat and my… issues… with her. “Yeah, sorry Chloe, but I agree with Becks. And this is me being as impartial as possible too…” Okay, considering I broke this woman’s heart and left her a wreck for weeks… she was acting friendly and nice to me, much like how we were when we were first getting to know each other. It was… nice. I… I missed this. “You can’t stay with her. She’s not good for you,” she added. Maybe I took this too far? Maybe I just told them all the bad things but none of the good things about Nat, because there are lots! She’s very thoughtful and caring and loving and… and… “See, even your ex agrees…” Becks replied, making both Sam and I look away from each other awkwardly. Why did she have to bring that up? We were doing so well! “Look, I’ve only heard what Becks has told me,” Sam said. “And she’s only heard what you told her. But from what we’ve heard… both of us can confirm your relationship isn’t healthy.” “Yeah… she doesn’t even like our fave trilogy…” I mumbled. “THAT BITCH!” Sam roared, pounding the table with a closed fist… maybe a little too loudly, alerting the other customers who were just minding their own business, sipping tea and reading books. “Sorry…” “You’re both such nerds,” Becks replied, rolling her eyes at both of us. “Chloe. Despite what happened between us, you know I’ll always care about you. Even if it’s just as friends. So if you need someone to stand up to her, I will.” “I… thanks… I appreciate it. But… I’ll manage. I… I think you’re right though. She’s a bit too controlling. I… I like being controlled. Just… not by her. Not to that extent,” I replied, feeling a bit of a weight being released from my chest. “Good girl!” Sam said, making me feel even more conflicted about everything right now. “I… umm… were you serious about being friends still?” I asked, nervously. “Chloe… always. I’m always serious. Deadly serious. Not a humerus bone in my body…” Becks looked at us, weirdly, as we stared at each other in awkward silence, waiting for the other to laugh. So I explained the joke, making her sigh heavily, push herself and her chair away from the table, and leave, leaving Sam and I alone, laughing together. I missed this. I missed her shitty sense of humour. And once the laughing died down, Sam looked at me and smiled. “Sweetie, even if it’s just friends, I want you in my life,” she said, as she placed her hand on mine, squeezing it softly, making me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. FUCK. I missed her. I missed her so much. Her voice. Her face. Her stupid sense of humour. Her nerdy interests. Her boo- her body. Her smell, her fashion tastes… just… everything about her. And I knew what to do. It was going to suck. It was going to hurt me like hell. But I needed to put my big girl pants on and do it. ====================================================== Yay Chloe! 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! 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Chapter 30: Grand Opening Bound – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- Samantha My Dad carried some of the baked treats to the counter to be displayed for our grand opening, wearing his signature slacks and polo shirt that he wore all the time since retiring. He didn’t even look that old, his greying hair made him look more refined but he definitely didn’t look old, despite being of pension age. “Nervous?” he asked. Nervous? Me? Never. Nope. Not at all. Totally not worrying that this is going to blow up in our faces like everything I do, leading me to lose my family’s bookshop, my Mum’s pride and joy, and my home… nope. Not worried at all. “I’m fine, Dad,” I replied, knowing full well he can tell when I’m lying. “You sure? You look like you did when you forgot your big project for school.” “Oh my god, you have to tell me that story!” Cassie said, as she sat back in one of the chairs at one of the tables in the cafe area, with her feet up on another of the chairs. Becks and I were wearing comfortable but smart casual clothes, her opting for a white blouse with rolled up sleeves and her smartest black pants, and me opting for a jeans and long sleeve tee. But Cassie… Cassie didn’t want to play the part and help us look nicer for the opening, so she looked like how she did back in high school, with baggy jeans and an open shirt that was massively oversized, but the sluttiest, strappy top under it. Cassie was helping in her own way… by ‘staying out of the way’ as Becks put it. If she doesn’t try to help, she can’t fuck things up… like she usually does. So whilst Dad is helping bring in all the food to display, Becks is busy arranging everything he brings her, and I’m checking all the prices are entered correctly on our system. Dad was surprisingly friendly with Cassie, he was happy going on and on about the school project story to her. They got on really well actually, with Cassie often saying she’s going to steal my Dad because ‘he’s so amazing’. The complete opposite of Cassie and Becks. Those two can’t stand each other, and for good reason. Becks was the one who comforted me and prevented me from going to a really bad place after Cassie fucked everything up the last time we were together. Dad… he doesn’t know the details of how we broke up, only that we did. Only that I ended it. He doesn’t know what Cassie did to cause me to end it. Becks does, and that’s why she hates her. I don’t blame her for doing so. Up until my recent lapse in judgment, I too, hated Cassie. But then I felt lonely and pathetic and I stupidly called the girl and she came around instantly and I felt better and we got back together… and I’m a fucking idiot for doing all that. But at least I’m a fucking idiot who isn’t laying on the sofa all day, giving up on life. I just… I just have to be more careful with Cassie this time around. It was whilst Cassie and Dad were chatting away to each other that a pair of arms wrapped themselves around my shoulders from behind, with the owner of said arms pressing themselves against my back, leaning on me, nuzzling their face into my neck. “Don’t let her fuck things up again. I’m not picking up the pieces a second time. It will be your own fault when this implodes.” “Thanks for the vote of confidence, Becks…” I replied quietly, sighing. “Seriously. You know what she’s like. How controlling she is. How bratty she can be. How flakey and irresponsible she is. And what she did.” “I know, Becks. But this time I’m not expecting much from this. It’s just a temporary rebound. I just needed to feel… wanted.” “Have you told her that it’s only temporary?” “Don’t need to. Look at her. She’ll use me for a few months, just like last time, then probably find someone else and cheat on me. Again. But this time I’m ready for it.” “If you say so…” “Why do you not believe me?” “Because the last time she did that, you ended up staying with the girl, in some sort of open relationship.” “Yes… and…” “And you weren’t allowed to see anyone else. But she was. She had you wrapped around her little finger, Sam. And I don’t think you’re completely immune to her charms, despite everything that happened…” Becks wasn’t wrong. I’m a fucking idiot when it comes to love. I jump in head first without thinking things through because that’s all I wanted in life. I wanted what my Mum and Dad had when I was born. I want a soulmate. I want a partner for life. And Cassandra is amazing at making me feel head over heels for her… then abusing that for her own gain. I just had to be more careful this time… right? I can use her the same way she uses me… No. Just… I don’t want to be like her. But I can go through this knowing full well she’s going to get bored of me again, and end up sleeping with some other person. But I can still enjoy my time with her, can’t I? Both her and I know full well this isn’t a forever thing. But I can still enjoy the benefits without stooping to her level and using her. Right? Ugh, why do I feel bad about all this? She doesn’t want a forever thing, she wants excitement, she wants new things… So why do I feel so bad about everything? As soon as the sun began to shine in the shop, after it had finally risen to a point where it pierced over the buildings on the opposite side of the street… a familiar face popped their head in to see how the grand opening was going. “Meow!” “KITTY!” Cassie replied, scooping up Smudge and carrying him off to the back of the shop to cuddle him. Okay… so there is another person happy to see Cassie. Smudge loves that girl, as she gives him so much attention… which actually worked well for us all, as it would keep both of them out of the way as we open up in about ten minutes or so. “Ready, love?” Dad asked, as he walked to the front door, where I was standing, nervously, with my arms crossed and my leg shaking up and down. I was not ready. I was fucking terrified. “I hope so.” “Your Mum would’ve loved what you’ve done to this place. She’d be so proud of you.” That… made me almost cry and ruin my makeup that I worked so hard on to make perfect just for today. Though a little part of me wondered if Mum would’ve actually been proud of me… because I was the one who fucked everything up in the first place. This needs to go well. I need this place to do well. I don’t want to lose this place. I know I fucked up. I fucked up everything. But I’m ready to do anything to save it now. I just hope it’s not too late. Mrs Higgins was the first in line… and surprisingly, there was a line! Quite a line actually! My usual customers showed their faces for the grand opening, as well as a bunch of others! And as soon as we put smiles on our faces and opened the doors, the people shuffled in one by one, until they occupied all the aisles and the cafe area. It seems a lot of people wanted to see the little cafe more than they wanted the books, but upon seeing all the sweet treats, and the various drinks on offer, they decided that a new book would be perfect to sit and read whilst sipping on their drinks. Becks was on the money when she said this is what people would want, and I felt so happy… so proud… that people actually wanted to visit. “See, grumpypants…” “What?” I asked my best friend as I watched all the customers walk around and enjoy the new shop. “Some marketing, a fresh coat of paint, and some yummy treats and this place will be profitable in no time!” “Thank you.” “Pfff, shush. You know I’ve always wanted to own my own place rather than work for someone. And what’s better than owning it with my best friend?” “Seriously. Thank you. You’ve saved everything. I don’t know how I can ever repay you.” “Don’t let that little brat ruin you again, that’s how. Because if she does that and you end up a catatonic mess on your sofa again… I’m not picking up the slack. Actual injuries and sicknesses and stuff I’m happy to make up for when it comes to running this place, but if you get your heart broken by that girl, I’m not letting you pull this business down with it like you nearly did with it before I stepped in.” “That’s… fair. I promise I won’t get that bad.” “We’ll see…” As Becks turned away with her eyebrow raised, Cassie came running up to me. “MAMAMAMAMAMAMA!” “What is it, sweetie?” “Can I have this book?” she asked, shoving a cute kids book in my face. So close to my face that I couldn’t actually see what book it was. “Do you have some spare pocket money?” “But you own this place…” “And Becks would kill me if I started handing out freebies within the first hour of opening. Sweetie, they’re not expensive.” “Fiiiiiiiiiine. I didn’t want it anyway…” I was instantly regretting my decision to get back in contact with her. Just gotta remind myself… don’t get too involved with this girl. It’s just a bit of fun, Sam. Nothing serious. She’ll be fun for a few weeks, then she’ll get bored and leave. A month or two at most. ---------------------------------------- “Are you sure? I mean… it’s the grand opening, surely sales would be inflated on a day like today. What makes you think they won’t just slump back to pre-renovation rates?” I asked, as I relaxed back in my chair in the cafe, where we were all sitting after a busy day of running the shop. Now that it was closed and the business day was done, and after Dad had gone home and Craig had popped in after finishing at his new job, we opened a bottle of bubbly to celebrate the success of the first day. And that’s when Becks told me that we are on track to paying off all debts and everything and having a successful business within a year. Obviously, I had my doubts, as I fully expect it to go back to how it was, that today was just a one off because it’s a new thing opening up on the high street. “I’m sure. Sam, I know how to run a business. I also did some market research before this, and whilst you and your paramour flirted all day and sold a few books… I was busy asking our customers a bunch of questions, gauging their interest in returning in the future. And they all said it was perfect. The right blend of cute cafe or tea shop, mixed with the cute, quaint local bookshop that was much better than a large chain. And the ones who were already your customers? They all commented on how much better it is now that they can actually find the things they want…” Okay… so all of them were jabs at me. Great. Even down to calling Cassie my ‘paramour’. Which isn’t true. I moved on from Chloe. It’s over between us. We aren’t meant to be, clearly. And the feelings I have for her have nearly all gone. “Fine,” I replied sharply, maybe coming off a bit more pissed off than I had meant to. No. Chloe was old news now. She’s my past. Cassie may not be forever, but she is for now, despite all her many… many… flaws. Then Craig just had to open his damn mouth… “Oh I saw Chloe today! She was asking about you, asking how the shop was coming along.” I love Craig, he’s such a loyal friend and amazing guy, but his one flaw is that he always says the wrong thing at the wrong time. Never out of malice, I’ll grant him that, but he loves to put his foot in his mouth. And considering who we are… I’m not talking about that in a kinky sense. This time, anyway. But as soon as he said her name… Cassie turned to look at me. With quite the look on her face. “Who’s Chloe?” ====================================================== 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! 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Chapter 29: Food Bound – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- Chloe Stumbling to the bathroom, I clutched the edge of my sink to balance myself so that I didn’t fall headfirst into the bath. Maybe I shouldn’t have been drinking last night, but Nat suggested we do so we can ‘watch that god awful fantasy movie of mine’. And maybe, to get my mind off the fact my girlfriend hated one of my favourite things… I may have drank a little too much and fell asleep in her arms on the sofa. I had awoken with a splitting headache and a sicky feeling… but I also found myself in the arms of this beautiful woman in my bed. Though apparently I had been drooling, something she had commented on when I woke up and moved around a bit… making me instantly blush and roll off the bed as quickly as possible to hide my embarrassment. “Come back to bed, babygirl.” Nat was clearly the better drinker of the two of us, as when I saw her sit up in bed, she did so without clutching her head or groaning or anything. If anything, she sounded like she was feeling fresh and awake already… and I swear she drank more than me! Whereas I needed something fatty sandwiched between two pieces of bread of any variety. Ideally bacon. With lots of ketchup. And maybe some paracetamol. And a good few hours to recover. What I’m saying is I’m hungry, and I’m still a lightweight when it comes to drinking. It had been a couple of weeks since our lovely bakery date, and since then we hadn’t had a date outside of either of our apartments since. So I’ve been dropping hints for the past week or so, though I have to admit, I’m not very good at being subtle, so I’m pretty sure it wouldn’t have been much of a step up to just blurt out ‘PLEASE ASK ME OUT ON A DATE SOMEWHERE!’ to her. Because at this point, I had practically been begging her that all week. “Sweetie…” Nat whispered in my ear from behind, in her most mind-meltingly seductive voice, wrapping her strong arms around me, making me feel even smaller somehow. “Y… yeah?” “Manners…” she growled. “Y… Yes… Mama?” “That’s better, good girl. Now sweetie? How would you feel about going for a nice romantic meal on Thursday evening?” “Thursday? Wouldn’t it be better Friday?” “I can’t do Friday, sweetpea.” “Oh. Okay. Just… I’m working Friday so it means I can’t really drink or anything Thursday night.” “That’s okay, we don’t need alcohol for a nice date out. Plus if you drink too much you may flood the nappy you’ll be wearing…” “Wait, what? You want me to wear a nappy for the date?” “Of course, precious girl. You know how they drive me wild…” “Okay Mama…” I replied, blushing, trying my best to avoid her staring at me in the mirror from behind my back, grinning. “Good girl.” “What are you doing on Friday?” I asked. “I was hoping to maybe have a snuggly evening planned after a busy week at work.” “I promised my friends I’d meet with them, as it’s been a while since we last hung out.” “Can’t I meet them?” “Not yet, Baby. I want you all to myself for a little while longer…” My mind melted as she growled that into my ear, and my whole body felt like it was quivering with pleasure. ------------------------------------------------------------------ Nearly a week later, I was all dressed up for our date… and I couldn’t stop worrying about the thick padding I had on under my gorgeous black sequin dress. I know from all angles it isn’t visible, though with it on I feel like everyone can tell just by looking at me… Pullups are one thing, they’re mostly discreet, however a cute, thick nappy with a babyish print is another thing. And that’s not even including my worries about my dress blowing up in the wind and revealing my padding to every passerby… or the restaurant going quiet as I walk through… crinkling… Thankfully, I had Nat to belay all my fears and worries. She was pretty good at that, I must admit. She was always so sweet and kind, and she kept reminding me that no one will be able to tell I’m ‘just a big baby’… …And now I can’t believe I’m even calling myself a big baby. Oh how things have developed in such a short amount of time. Especially given the fact I have no hesitation when using them anymore… When I first started wearing them, it was incredibly difficult to pee in them. Sometimes I’d have to go sit on the toilet wearing one, and hope that my body recognises it so I could let go. Sometimes that could take ages, with me just sitting on the toilet, fully padded, trying to concentrate just to have a piss. But after wearing so much since my time with Sam… I’m pretty much a pro at it now. Though I still can’t pee laying down (Nat does like to make me blush by stating ‘yet’ whenever I try to tell her I can’t do it laying down), I can go whilst walking now. And no, I haven’t done the… other thing… (though again, that’s just another ‘yet’ to Natasha). Honestly though? Not sure I’ll ever be okay doing that in my nap… na… my padding. She says I’ll enjoy it more than I think, but I’m still not sure. She’s been pretty insistent about it, so I doubt it’ll be much longer until I’m filling the back of my padding. She just has this effect on me. I can’t help but do as she asks… I don’t want to let her down. She was so good to me, so helpful, especially when Sam and I broke up. Or more accurately, I broke up with Sam. So the least I can do is be a good little girl for Nat. And hey, she doesn’t cross any lines with me. She knows my boundaries. She just pushes them a little bit. But yes, here we were, sitting at this little romantic table in this very romantic (and very pricey) restaurant. And I couldn’t feel any more out of place. Good job Nat was here taking charge, ordering for me, asking about wine, all that adulty stuff. I’m not exactly well versed in wine or fancy restaurants. I’m very much a ‘grab a burger and chips and the cheapest bottle of rosé because white and red are too strong for me’ kinda gal. I’m normally one to be taken to a pub or a cute little Italian restaurant, not this posh place where I felt like they could just sense the lack of wealth or status on me… Let's just say I am feeling a little uncomfortable right now… and none of it is being caused by the thick padding under my dress. If anything, I had completely forgotten about the nappy because I was feeling too anxious about everything else to worry about my padding. “You okay, babygirl?” Nat asked, as she sipped her bottle of a French white wine she ordered for the both of us that I couldn’t even begin to pronounce. I looked at my glass and felt bad because I had taken one sip and hated it. But of course I didn’t want to tell her that, she’s paying for it all, after all. Plus I can’t drink too much anyway because I have work tomorrow, and I’ve not been at this new job very long and it would look bad on me if I turned up with a hangover, so one glass is enough for tonight. Again, if Nat was available tomorrow, then I’d have drank more despite the bad taste, but tonight I had to be a good girl. “Yeah…” I replied, trying my best to not sound disheartened or anxious, but feeling like there was no force in the world that could prevent me from doing that right now. “What’s up?” Just as I was about to answer, our starter turned up… and it was… definitely something. “Oh that looks delicious!” Natasha said, as she looked over at my food, which she had ordered for me. Problem is… pretty sure I don’t like half the stuff in it. I’m a picky eater, what can I say… I thanked the waiter and he walked off, leaving us with our food. Picking up my knife and fork, looking at some tiny-portioned fancy meal thing that had meat in it… Yes, that’s all I could pick out. It had a bunch of other various colours or textures and I couldn’t tell what most of it looked like or what it contained. It didn’t even look edible. Don’t get me wrong, I appreciated how amazing it looked. It was extremely pretty. But I hadn’t eaten since lunchtime at work… and I was starving. And this was not going to sate my appetite. “Well go on then…” Nat said, trying to motivate me to try it at least. So try it I did. Where’s my award? I deserve a damn golden trophy for acting. Not once did I break character and make it obvious how much I despised that food. But I managed it. I ate it all, like the good girl I am. Even Nat said I was a good girl too! And that I deserved a dessert for eating all my veggies. As a side note… THERE WERE VEGGIES IN THAT? HOW CAN ANYONE TELL? It was just a purple blob and some green mush and… I wouldn’t even feed a dog that! Yes, I have a very simple palate. Gimme some chips. A burger. Bacon sarnies. A roast dinner. A simple pasta meal. Pizza even! Not this garbage. But hey, I earned a dessert… …A dessert that ended up being just as pretentious as the main course. So by the time we were leaving the restaurant, her arm wrapped around my shoulder, escorting me out, I could feel my tummy rumbling, crying out for sustenance, wanting something that didn’t taste like crap. But I put on this fake smile for her. Because I didn’t want to upset her. She watched the fantasy movies with me, despite not liking them. I go to places like this, despite not liking them. Relationships are about compromises, right? Right? As soon as she kissed me goodnight and helped me into the taxi, I waved back at her and smiled. “Where to, love?” the cab driver asked with a gruff voice, sounding like a stereotypical taxi driver. So I replied with the address to my apartment. …Then quickly changed my mind. “Actually, can you drop me off outside the kebab shop near there, please?” Thankfully, the driver was clearly very understanding, asking me about the restaurant he had just picked me up from, and it appeared like he also had a simple palate like me and preferred a good steak and chips compared to the fancy stuff they serve at places like that, so he understood fully when I said I really needed a burger or a doner kebab or something. Just something filling and simple and tasty. Nat has been trying to get me to eat a bit more healthily. And I’ve been doing well! But I’ve been working all day, and then I had to sit through that date barely eating anything… I know I don’t look it with my petite physique, but this girl needs to eat a lot each day just to have the energy to do anything. Guess it’s a good metabolism or something, but I know I definitely need more food than what I’ve had today, so as I crashed into my apartment, kebab in hand, I practically threw it on the sofa as I shut the door behind me, hastily walked over to the fridge to get a fizzy drink to go with it, and rushed back over to my kebab, where I devoured it like a ravenous animal. She would’ve been so disappointed with me… but hey, what she doesn’t know can’t hurt her, right? Plus it’s my money. My body. One kebab won’t hurt me much. And I need to offset the enormous amount of healthy green nonsense (aka veggies… eww! Also… yes, I see how that makes me look even more like a toddler…) with something actually good. And by the time I finished? I regretted not putting on one of the pink bibs Nat bought me… as my mouth and top were covered in chilli sauce. Maybe next time… ====================================================== Don't forget I'm on Subscribestar! 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Chapter 28: Cassandra Bound – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- Samantha “Where do you keep the sugar these days?” she shouted from the kitchen, making sure that I could hear her from the bedroom, because there was no way she’d run all the way here and back again. “Bottom shelf!” I cried back, refusing to get up to help her. My body was ready to get up and get dressed and was desperately crying out for coffee… but my mind prevented me from even sliding my leg out from under the duvet. So instead of helping her prepare coffee that is actually drinkable and not mostly sugar… I opted to stay splayed out on the bed, in just my underwear, staring at the ceiling and hoping that a portal to the void would open above me and suck me up. “I still can’t see it!” How does this girl cope without adult assistance? Groaning at the upcoming pain I was about to experience, I took a deep breath and rolled over, off the side of the bed, landing on the bedroom floor with a crash. And that’s when the hangover hit me. Why is it that I feel fine when I initially wake up after a night of drinking… until I get up out of bed? I don’t feel hungover or anything but as soon as my head leaves my pillow… bam! Instant hangover. But I really needed some coffee that didn’t have umpteen-spoons of sugar in it like she usually takes it. Honestly at this point she may as well just eat the sugar without the coffee. Though to be fair, she does that too. For every two spoonfuls she dumps in her cup, she takes a pinch in her fingers and licks it off them. I tried so many times to break this habit of hers. Mostly because it’s not good for her. But also partially because she’d often make my coffee like she does hers and I just can’t stomach that much sugar in general, let alone first thing in the morning. After fighting through the hangover and somehow getting to my feet, I grabbed one of my silk dressing gowns and slipped it on, as it was way too warm for my thick snuggly ones. Walking barefoot through the apartment, I made my way to the kitchen. “Morning, sleepybutt,” she said to me as she turned around to look at me, with an excited look on her face. “Don’t call me that,” I groaned. “Sorry Mama.” “Or that.” “Awwww but why? You liked it last night… You know… When I was riding your…” I… couldn’t be arsed fighting this in this state, so I just kept my mouth shut and shuffled over to the pint-sized hummingbird, ignoring the cup she had prepared for me, as I could already see it had way too much sugar in it to be legally called coffee once she’s finished making it… (side note, I knew she had found the sugar during my trip towards the kitchen, as she hadn’t asked me thirteen times where it is like she usually does when she’s looking for something) and instead I grabbed my own cup and placed it on the counter, preparing it for myself perfectly, the way I always do. She looked offended. Even when she looks offended I must admit… She's adorable. With her lilac shoulder length hair, her many ear piercings, her overall… mess of an appearance. She’d often say she’s ‘grunge’, but I know grunge and that’s not her… She's just a bit of a slob, always expecting ‘Mama’ to dress her and keep her clean. “Why do you always do this?” she asked, looking up at me, pouting with that adorable little face of hers. Fuck. I forgot how adorable this little shit is. “Because, poppet… Mummies don’t run on sugar like you do. We need this magical thing called coffee.” “But…” The kettle finished boiling, so I reached over and grabbed it first, pouring the boiling water into my cup, then hers, before she could do it herself… and before she could whine about it. “Let me, sweetie. You’re much too little…” That always works on her. You could see her melting back down to her childish headspace in real time as she twiddled her little thumbs and shuffled on the spot. This will disable any outbursts or brattiness for about… twenty minutes, give or take. “I’m guessing you need a change too, sweetie?” I continued, adding more to the timer of the no-bratting phase. “How do you always know?” she whined. “Because… you’re not wearing any pants or anything, with your nappy on full display… one that I didn’t put you in last night, by the way… and the print on the front is very clearly faded, indicating you’re soggy…” “I… I thought you’d appreciate me wearing one, Mama…” Too tired to correct her, I grabbed the milk she had left out on the counter and poured it into our cups, letting her stir her own cup whilst I stirred mine. “If you wanted me to put you in a nappy last night, all you had to do was ask…” “Where’s the fun in that?” she replied. “Plus you’re the Mama, you’re supposed to keep me padded.” “Sweetie, I’m not your… ah who am I kidding… you’re already not listening and I’m standing in my kitchen, talking to myself like a fucking moron, as you’re already on the sofa flicking through cartoons, not listening to a word I’m saying. I could say whatever I want and you’re too engrossed in other things and I don’t know why I bother…” Knowing it was fruitless, I took a sip of my correctly made coffee, and walked over to the sofa, setting my cup down on the coffee table and sitting next to Cassie. She instantly snuggled up to me and I couldn’t tell if I actually wanted this… or I was just lonely and miserable and would even take her cuddles at a time like this. Normally this would be the point where me, or anyone else, would say ‘well don’t use her, don’t take it out on her because your other ex, the girl you still adore to pieces, is now in a relationship with another woman’. But Cassie knows this. Well, she probably doesn’t know I’m using her as a rebound, but she knows I’m miserable. The thing is… she doesn’t care why I called her. All she cares about is that I did (stupidly) call her, when I wasn’t in the right headspace, and she would take any excuse to come crawling back into my life. And because I’m a fucking idiot, like Becks correctly called out, I let her. I know this is a mistake. But at this point I just don’t care. I need affection. I need to feel needed. Wanted. Loved. And Cassie never fails to give me that. She’s amazing at lovebombing me. It’s everything else about her that caused us to break up. But maybe this is what I deserve. Maybe I’m not good enough for Chloe. “So… how’s your ‘future catastrophe’ this morning?” Becks said as I came down the stairs to join my friends, who were already hard at work doing the finishing touches on our new venture. Two of them were busy at their actual jobs today, so there were less of us than there have been recently. I must admit… It looked amazing. Perfect. Like my two biggest dreams put together. Three if you include me wanting to do something with Becks. I already had my cosy little bookshop, though clearly I wasn’t good at running that by myself… but ever since I was a kid I always wanted to run a little coffee shop or little cafe that served little cakes and it was relaxed and chill and I’d make it a safe space for all the little anxious introverts out there to come hang out by themselves and not talk to each other… Now, thanks to my bestie, I had both dreams combined into one. And it was perfect. The front half of the shop stayed very much the same. The large assortment of old books, the shelves that reached the ceiling full of books, that surrounded you and made you feel safe… that was all still there. But gone was the clutter in the aisles, gone was the unorganised mess of books on each shelf. The helpers had gone through and organised all of them. So it still looked less clinical than the well known high street book stores, but people would actually be able to browse the right sections this time, and find books they actually wanted. We even got a new computer system that allowed us to track stock, which Becks promised she’d teach me how to use sometime just before we open up to the public. Which is infinitely better than my old system of ‘write things down on yellow sticky notes and stick them to the till or the desk’. So we have the aesthetics of a musty old bookshop, the thing people like about stores like mine… but with the ease of access of a new modern bookshop. And the rear half… back where my desk used to be… wow… how much that has changed! All the books and the shelves were taken down, and the whole space got completely transformed. And I mean completely! The carpet was ripped up, which revealed a lovely old wooden floor that just needed a bit of love and polish to get looking perfect. Walls painted, windows cleared up so light could actually pierce through, we even got some cute curtains put up! And then the counter and the kitchen… oh wow… everything had been changed so much I couldn’t believe how amazing this was. I just hope my Dad likes what I’ve done to his old shop. He’s coming just before we open up to have a look, once all the work has been done and we have ordered all the things we need to stock the tea shop/cafe. And… I hope my Mum would’ve liked what I’ve done to it, despite everything that happened. It’s going to look so perfect though, and I’m so excited. Or at least I was, until I saw Chloe yesterday, then the spark of motivation was gone in a flash. Still… I could feel the remnants of hope within me still as I looked around the mostly finished space, admiring all the work everyone had done. Then… I looked at the face on my best friend and knew I had fucked up. “She’s fine,” I replied, trying not to make a big deal out of it. “Fine. Fine? Fine.” “Yes. Fine.” “Fine.” “Go on…” I sighed, giving up the fight as I had no energy to keep this going. “What?” Becks replied, her arms folded, her resting bitch face staring me down. “Go on… berate me. Yell at me. Scold me.” “You’re not my sub. You’re not even a sub, you’re a domme. So why are you acting more childish and irresponsible than the littles you tease?” “Look, you wouldn’t understand-” Becks cut me off before I could continue my sentence. “No, I do understand. You were hurt. You were looking for a rebound. I’ve done it, Craig has done it, heck… most people do it. But why did it have to be her? Do you not remember what she did to you?” “I remember.” “Do you remember the aftermath? How much I was there for you after the dust settled? How long it took you to get back on your feet and to open up again?” “I remember, Becks.” “Then WHY OH WHY IS SHE-” That’s when we heard Cassie walking down the stairs, her light feet making a rather loud noise as she stomped her way down the apartment stairs to join us in the shop. She landed on the final step with a thud, before shuffling over to me, wrapping her arms around one of mine, and grinning at my best friend. “Why am I here? Because, Rebecca… She can’t live without me.” ====================================================== 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! 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Chapter 27: Meanwhile… Bound – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- Chloe Mummy: Goooooood Morning Babygirl Little Chloe: Morning Mama Mummy: How did you sleep? Little Chloe: Okay, you? Mummy: Yeah, not too bad. So… you excited? Little Chloe: For? Mummy: Don’t tell me you forgot already… Little Chloe: FUCK Mummy: Language… Little Chloe: Sorry Mummy. I… I completely forgot. Don’t worry, if I jump in the shower now I can be ready in time. Mummy: Okay sweetheart, just be careful, okay? And don’t forget to wear one of your pullups. Little Chloe: I won’t! Okay, ttyl, luv u ❤️ Mummy: Love you too, little one. See you soon! I can’t believe I not only forgot about our lunch date today, but also that I slept in. I don’t usually sleep in, but this new job of mine has been a bit more exhausting than I’m used to, often working past five to get some tasks done. It’s not even been that long since we arranged this date, so I hated myself even more for forgetting it so soon already. Thankfully, I had checked my phone the first moment I woke up, and smiled as soon as I saw Mummy’s message. And then she reminded me in time to quickly get a shower and get ready. Good job I did some washing yesterday so I’ve got clean clothes! So I put my phone on charge, pounced out of bed, landed on my feet perfectly like a kitty cat, before dashing off to the bathroom to go shower, taking off and throwing my clothes as I ran, until I was completely nakey. And then mistake number two… cold water! Silly me jumped in the shower without thinking, without letting the water warm up soon, so I yelped as I jumped back out of the shower, nearly slipping due to my wet feet. “Chloe… calm… she wants you to arrive at the bakery in one piece, not dead or with a broken leg. She’ll be okay with me being a tiny bit late rather than either of those happening to me… so take your time…” Taking a deep breath, I steadied myself, and watched as the water began producing steam on the glass surrounding the shower. “Much better.” I slid the pullup up until it fit snugly around my waist and between my legs. And… I missed this feeling. I never thought I’d say it, let alone feel it… but I actually missed being padded. Mummy told me I needed to stop wearing for a couple of days, to let my skin breath a bit, because I maaaay have been wearing pullups and also nappies a bit too much lately. But hey, they’re super comfy and it means I don’t have to get up to go pee. Can’t a girl just piss herself for her own enjoyment these days? I can’t believe how far I’ve come with this kink in the past three months. First with… umm… yeah… and now with Natasha… I went from some little vanilla princess with childish interests, not knowing anything about kink… to full blown littlespace, along with a few items of clothing for littlespace that Nat gifted me. I even have my own dummy now, which is pink, as that’s Mummy’s favourite colour to see on me. I’ve always preferred purple, but pink is good too as it makes her happy, so I’m often dressed in pink whenever we meet up at her house. I also still can’t believe that Nat ended up living in the same city as me! I was worried when we first started getting close that it’d be some kind of long distance thing. I’ve heard a lot of ‘cgl’ (as I learned they call it) relationships are long distance. And I… just can’t do that. But it’s as if the Gods were listening, as when I asked whereabouts she lived, she said my city! Well… that’s not technically true. Technically she’s on the outskirts of the city, in a tiny little town just on the edge of the city (but it’s practically treated as part of the city). She rents a little house there in the suburbs, with her roommate Veronica (who she calls Ronnie). But it’s only a short drive or bus from hers to the city centre, where I live. Although whilst she comes into the city centre for dates like today, we often end up going back to hers rather than mine… as my place has rather thin walls, what with it being an apartment. It helps that Ronnie is working most of the time or away, meaning we have the whole house to ourselves and can get up to all manners of fun, kinky things… …Though it’s mostly just her spanking me so far. And because I’m a wuss with no pain tolerance, I’m wailing after two swats… hence the need for privacy. It was great though, because we ended up meeting up pretty quickly after that, and then she asked me if she could be my Mummy, and wow… It's been a whirlwind. She took no time hesitating… not like… no, nevermind. Things are great. I barely think about her now. Much… Mostly… That’s a lie. God… why am I lying to myself in my own head? Whenever I talk to Craig over text, which isn’t much these days to be fair, I ask how she’s doing. Apparently she’s getting better by the day, though she’s still ‘being mopey’. Apparently her and Becks went into business together and that should save the shop, which I’m glad about. I just… I wish she had done all this before I… no… Chloe… stop thinking that way… you have Natasha now. Things are good. Mostly good. Ugh. Right. Finish this makeup and get out of the house. Go. Now. Before you miss your bus! Once my hair was perfect (or as close to being perfect as I could manage), I grabbed my bag and dashed out of the apartment, rushing for the next bus. And after a short, quiet bus ride, I arrived at my stop. Then a short walk later, and I arrived at the bakery to see her gorgeous smile, which was reserved just for me, apparently. That’s what she tells me anyway. With her long, flowing red hair (that she insists is called red, not ginger… she hates being called a ginger, even though she is one), her cute little modern glasses perched on the end of her nose that made her look like a sexy librarian, and her amazing dress sense (today was a day she wanted to show off her body a bit more it seems, opting for a very low cut top and shorts that showed more skin than they hid…), she was a beauty to behold. Even her makeup is perfect. She’s very much a perfectionist. She likes to be in control and she makes sure she looks good whilst she’s doing it. She’s extremely confident and Nat is very… forward. She’s very flirty. She knows what she wants, and she’ll do anything to get it. It’s a refreshing change from… nope, Chloe… you’re doing it again. Ignore this, let’s just go get some nice lunch with your girlfriend. How would she react if she knew you were thinking about your ex just before you’re about to go on a date? “Hey baby!” she said as I came running in, full steam ahead, my face planting in between her boobs, wrapping my arms around her and squeezing tightly. “Missed me?” “Uh huh…” “Or did you just miss my boobs?” she replied, making me blush instantly. Thankfully her wonderful boobs were hiding my reddening cheeks. “Can’t I miss both?” I replied, my words muffled. “Glad to hear you like more than just my boobs.” “I mean… they are pretty magical…” “I know. You couldn’t stop nursing on them…” “HEY!” I said, backing off, wide eyed. I swear my face felt like it was on fire and steam was about to start coming out of my ears. “Don’t worry baby, no one can hear us.” Thankfully, she was right. We weren’t near the bakery doors, so no one heard what she said. Speaking of which, the bakery was getting more crowded by the minute, so I tugged at Nat’s arm and nodded over. “I know baby, we’ll go get a seat in a minute. First I need my kiss, okay baby?” “Kay!” I said, grinning, getting closer to her until I could smell her once again… and planted a kiss on those soft, kissable lips of hers… Totally not melting into a little sapphic puddle here or anything… “Right, let’s go babygirl, before all the tables are gone.” Lunch was so nice! The little pastries she got us were to die for! I can see why this place is so popular, and why so many people sit in. She even got me a little cupcake to take home with me and eat later (her exact words were ‘a cute little cupcake for my cute little cupcake’... which made me blush in front of the girl at the counter). And despite the number of people around us, I wasn’t too anxious. Normally that amount of people would have me running away before even stepping foot in the place, giving up on obtaining these sweet, delicious treats… but with Natasha here… in control… doing all the speaking for me… it was nice. I could handle this many people. Because she was here. If anything happened, she’d do all the talking for me. And I knew that if this got too much for me, she’d instantly whisk me away to somewhere quieter to let me calm down and de-stress. Because she’s protective like that. And confident. And gorgeous. And tall… did I mention she’s tall? She’s like six foot… which makes me feel tiny in comparison. Like a tiny baby waddling alongside her Mummy. And waddle I did. Because as we were leaving the bakery, because she had made sure that I drank plenty that morning… and because she’s an evil temptress… …My pullup was soaked. “You’re such a good girl for me…” she whispered down to me as she escorted me down the street, my hand in hers, enjoying this relaxing afternoon romantic walk. “Why?” “Because you’re already soaked.” “HOW DO YOU-?” I blurted out, then realised how loud I was and what I was about to yell at her. So I lowered my voice and whispered back up to her. “How do you know? Are you psychic? Did you slip diuretics in my drink? Yes. I know about diuretics. I know a lot about all the fantasies and fun things this kink involves. Look, I ended up diving head first into this, and I ended up reading a lot of stories (and I can’t emphasise enough just how many stories). I… have gained a few new kinks and a lot of fun fantasies because of all the kinky fiction I read online to do with this fetish. But hey… that just helps me tell Natasha what kind of things I like. And she likes it when I tell her what I like… mostly because it makes me extremely blushy. “Mummies just know these things. Don’t worry, how about we walk back to your apartment, get you changed, then maybe we’ll snuggle for the rest of the afternoon? I even picked up some more of those pastries you seemed to like so much…” “Wait… how?” I looked around to the other side of her to see her carrying a plastic bag full of boxes. How did I not notice them earlier? When did she buy them? Is she really magic? Or a ninja? Or maybe I’m just an oblivious little shit who got way too distracted at soaking my pullup to notice her getting up during our lunch to get more stuff for later. “Did you get more eclairs too?” I asked. “What kind of Mummy do you think I am? I didn’t forget that face you pulled when you were eating them earlier…” “There was no face!” I replied, pouting… probably looking like a little kid in the middle of the high street. “Sure, Princess. Now let's go get that soggy pullup changed into a nice thick nappy, and we’ll have a cosy afternoon at your apartment before we go to dinner later.” “Sounds good, Mama. Do I get to pick?” “Sure thing. Unless it’s that fantasy movie we watched last time. I’m vetoing that.” “Awww but why?” “Because baby, it’s boring. I got bored during the first movie. Maybe next time I’ve had a few drinks I’ll let you show me the second. For now, let Mummy pick what we watch.” Feeling a little disheartened, but not wanting to ruin the moment, I let out the tiniest sigh, and took a deep breath, before gripping her hand firmly and waddling as fast as I could to keep up with her. ====================================================== Don't forget I'm on Subscribestar! 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Chapter 26: Two Months Later… Bound – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- Samantha “No, not there, over there!” … “No, not over there, look, where I’m pointing…” … “Are you trying to earn yourself a spanking?” Normally I’d enjoy Becks getting frustrated with her subs, threatening them with a good time, but right now it was more frustrating than anything. Two months. Two fucking months of this shit. At least the end was in sight, and this would all be over soon. Becks came over to my little desk in the corner of the bookshop end and plopped her backside on the chair beside me, where I was happy in my own space, avoiding all responsibility, sipping on a nice tea she had brought for me. Apparently the task of renovating my… no, now it’s our shop… was a lot bigger than either of us assumed. Thankfully, she called in some help in the form of her subs, who were busy putting the furniture together, as we are due to open in the next two weeks. At least the major renovations had been done by the professionals already. We had a fully working kitchen area, albeit only a small one, and a counter with one of those viewing fridge things. “Gonna help?” she asked, grinning at me like it wasn’t a question, moreso an order. “You know I worked my arse off yesterday. I’m still in pain!” I replied, clutching my back. “Awww poor little princess…” she teased in that condescending domme voice of hers. I gave her a look that would’ve sent any sub running for the hills, instead she just laughed. “Look, I’ll help in a bit,” I sighed. “Honestly, if I get involved right now, the subs will get annoyed with me trying to help and revolt. And neither of us want that.” “You’re right. They are helping massively… but they do not work well as a team. And they are getting a bit snappy…. I may have to resort to bribing them to behave.” “Ooooh… the almighty Becks… being reduced to buying Happy meals for her little subs…” “Look, that may be what your subs would be bribed with, if you had any, but these ones have expensive tastes…” “Right. I’ve got an idea. I’ll go get properly ready and head out and get sweet treats. Would that make them happy?” Becky thought for a minute, staring back over at her three subs working hard on the renovations to the cafe area, before turning her gaze back to me. “Go for it. That may make them GET A MOVE ON!” The subs all turned to look at us, bewildered by Becks’ sudden volume increase. “I’ll go get ready then.” “Lovely Auntie Sam is going to get you some treats for working so hard. So get back to work for a little bit longer, then you can have a nice break, okay my loves?” Becks said to her partners, who had all stopped work for a second to listen to her, before diving back into their job with a newfound enthusiasm the moment they were promised treats and a break. Thankfully, Becks doesn’t work them too hard, she’s not cruel after all. She pushes them as much as they can handle, but no further. She respects them too much and would hate herself if she ever pushed their boundaries too far. That’s why we bonded as dommes really easily and how we work off each other so well, because aside from our variance in some kinks, we’re very similar. So I got up onto my feet with a louder than planned groan, my back and knees cracking a bit, and walked over to the door to my apartment. Thankfully it’s at the back of the new kitchen area, so no customers will be able to accidentally wander up to my apartment. But that being said… we’ve installed a new lock on it and put a ‘Do not enter’ sign on it, just in case. “Thanks Auntie Sam!” “Yeah thanks!” “Thanks Sam.” The three subs were all working harder than before, now that I was going to bring them treats, and they were all extremely courteous (like they were trained to be). Though Craig, who had been struggling recently, was still acting awkward around me. He was worried he caused my breakup with Chloe, but even after everything he told me that they spoke about that night, I couldn’t blame him for what happened. It’s my own fault. Still, the poor guy is taking it out on himself still, despite my insistence that he did nothing wrong. But hey, at least he got a new job… which just so happens to be Becks’ old job! She recommended him to the owner of the business when she was quitting to come work with me. He’s doing well for himself apparently, despite their previous firm going under. He’s a lot less stressed, as it’s a much smaller company, though the food industry is a little bit faster paced than he’s used to. Still, it was nice to see him so full of spirits regarding work again. I grabbed my bag from near my desk in the corner, putting my hand on Becks’ shoulder and stroking it gently. “I’ll be like twenty minutes.” “So send out the search and rescue party if you’re not back in thirty?” “Exactly!” I replied, laughing, before turning to the three subs. “See people, this woman knows how to handle a crisis!” “So if you go missing for thirty minutes, it’s a national emergency?” Craig replied, grinning at me. “Yes. And I’ll have you on your hands and knees trying to get her scent…” Becks replied, pulling out her favourite flogger seemingly from nowhere, which made the eyes of all her subs widen in fear. “Right, be good. Becks, don’t torture them too much. Be right back!” The weather wasn’t too bad, there weren’t too many people out, and I was feeling good about things for once in my life. My shop was being saved by my best friend, and we have made so much progress in two months. We still had quite a bit of work to go, but everything was meticulously planned by my bestie, and I trusted her more than anyone. So I had a bit of a spring in my step as I walked down the high street towards the bakery that I know does some amazing pastries and desserts, especially the eclairs. It even has little tables inside and outside, like a little cafe. I called in the corner shop on the way to stock up on coffee and tea for our little helpers, before continuing down the street, turning down the side street where the bakery was located. Being a bit busier than usual, I was glad that I was only getting some treats to take out from here, not sitting in like a lot of people had the idea to do today. So I queued up, ordered my box of treats (grabbing the last couple of eclairs they had, luckily!), and turned to head out the door. And I quickly regretted coming out. She was laughing at something the other woman said, the one who was holding her hand as they sat across the table from each other, their arms resting on the table as they looked lovingly into each other’s eyes. Fuck. Why did it have to be this bakery of all places at this specific time. And how so soon after what happened? How can she move on so soon? Was she already in love with this woman when we were together? Is that how she moved on and wanted to break up so soon? Or am I just overreacting because my heart feels like it's going to beat out of my chest at any moment? I was blocking the way out for the other customers, and if I continued staring at the pair for any longer, people would yell at me, and that would draw the couple’s attention to me… …So I dashed out of the bakery, tears forming in the corners of my eyes, as I clutched onto the box of treats and rushed in the direction of my shop as quickly as possible. “Hey Sam. You okay?” Becks asked, as I flew through the door, dashed down the empty aisle, practically throwing the box onto the counter as I headed towards the stairs to my apartment. I didn’t say a word in response, I just dropped off the treats and headed to my apartment, slamming the door behind me and locking it, sitting on one of the lower steps and taking deep breathes, hyperventilating as images of those two together flooded my mind. “Sam? Sweetie? You okay?” I heard Becks try calling out through the door. “FUCK OFF!” I screamed back, without thinking, instantly regretting my actions. “Sam. What’s up?” I didn’t reply. Mostly because I didn’t want to yell obscenities at my best friend and potentially scare her off. The shop needs this work done, and if I scare them all off, it’ll not get done in time for the opening… which will impact not only me, but also impact Becks. And she’s put a lot of effort and risked a lot of her own personal assets to start this business with me. I couldn’t let my little tantrum ruin that… so I stayed silent. “Guys, just carry on working. Sam just needs some alone time. I’ll check in on her soon.” “Sam? Sweetie?” “Saaaaam?” “Samantha…” I could hear Becks call out through the door at the bottom of the stairs, even from the sofa upstairs I had eventually moved to. She’d call out every thirty to sixty minutes, checking in. I didn’t feel like talking, and I didn’t want to ruin the work being done downstairs, so I kept quiet. But oh my god… I wanted to scream. I needed to. I kept playing that scene in the bakery over and over again. That woman. Chloe’s laugh. Their hands joined across the table. I wanted to rip my heart out of my chest to stop this pain. So instead, I clutched a pillow whilst laying on the sofa, curled up, wishing this would all end. I didn’t even put anything on in the background. I just let my mind go wild with thoughts of those two together, thinking about all the fuckups I made, about how it should’ve been me with her… but I fucked up. I fuck everything up. Becks kept checking on me, even as it started to go dark outside through the curtains. But I just lay there, crying. …Then I did something I really shouldn’t have… It must have been about an hour after, that I heard the front doorbell ring downstairs. But I figured because Becks and the three helpers are downstairs, they’d answer it for me. And answer it they did. Then I heard a key being inserted into my apartment door, no doubt Becks’ spare key that I gave her, followed by footsteps coming up the stairs. “Sam. What’s going on? Why is she here?” Becks asked, as she walked over to the living room and stood directly in front of me, looking pissed off. “I saw Chloe. And another woman,” I replied, my words scratchy as my throat was dry from crying too much and not drinking anything all afternoon. “You’re a fucking idiot, you know?” “Thanks.” “No seriously. You see Chloe with someone else, and so you do the one thing you know will make everything worse?” “I… couldn’t help it…” “This is why Chloe left. You sabotage yourself too much.” “Exactly. So this is what I deserve.” “No you fucking don’t. But… far from me to tell you what to do. You’re a grown woman. You can make your own fuck ups, and this is probably your biggest. Me and the others are calling it for a day, we’ve worked our arses off downstairs, without your help by the way, and we’re going to get pizza and a few drinks.” “Have fun.” “I’ll leave you and your… guest. Seriously Sam… you’re a fucking idiot.” Before I could reply, before I could try and defend myself… not that I had any right to, as Becks was not wrong… my best friend walked out, angrily, even making sure to make her steps down the stairs sound angry, before she stopped and said something to my guest. “If you break her again… I’ll make sure you regret it.” “Oh Rebecca… It’s lovely to see you too, as always.” ====================================================== 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! 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