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We asked for it… (A Tantreem Tale) Chapter 1: Time to Celebrate Ashlee and Charlotte sat on their loveseat nervously looking into each other’s eyes. They are both dressed to impress in “club wear” as they plan on celebrating as soon as their guest leaves. They’ve been together for almost a year and as much as they have explored and “spiced” up their relationship, tonight is a huge step for them. “Feeling sexy baby?” Charlotte says with a giggle. “Maybe the plug is too much?” Ashlee says shifting in her seat, the feeling of the medium size princess plug giving her enough pressure (and pleasure) to cause her sex to spasm. “Maybe I better go take it out.” She says standing to her feet just as a the entry door buzzer alerts them that their guest has arrived. “Too late now baby.” Charlotte says laughing. Ashlee gives her girlfriend a little smirk and then laughs saying “Well honey.. Here we go!” They both quickly down their glasses of red wine just as their doorbell rings at their downtown condo. “It’s open!” Ashlee says having unlocked the door after buzzing their guest in downstairs. The door opens and both women stand to greet Margaret Silver, the premier “Nanny” in the ABDL scene in the area. She’s exactly as you’d envision. Tall, buxom, beautiful, with raven black hair and piercing green eyes. She’s wearing a 50’s throw back style dress that accentuates her curves, shows her cleavage and gives her a very “sexy momma” look. They offer her a glass of wine and the three ladies take their seats. “We’re excited to get to speak with you about this.” Charlotte begins and then goes into great detail explaining how Ashlee and her met, fell in love and how they both heard about the “scene” and started to explore the fetish online and a little bit of playing around with one another at home. Charlotte suddenly realizes she’s prattling on like a nervous school girl and then blushes refilling her own glass to break the awkward silence. Margaret smiles and then takes a file out of her large black tote and begins reading: “Charlotte, 24 years old, works as a manager in the local hospital, you say that your “play age” is 1 year old?” “Yes ma’am… I uh. I like the simplicity of that age.” “Good answer.” She says looking the pretty woman over. “Ashlee, you are 23 and work as a police officer. Your play age is 3.” “Yes. I don’t do the diaper thing, more of a “little” than an AB.” “We can work with that.” Margaret says closing the file. “Now girls. I am not some cheesy online mistress. When you agree to be in my care you *will* follow the rules, you will be exactly the *girls* that I direct you to be.” She glances at the dress Ashlee is wearing and raises a brow. “I noted that you two would like to be treated as children but you also get some sexual satisfaction out of this and want to be guaranteed “adult time” too.” “Yes Margaret.” The both say together. “Well for starters I think we should at least establish that we are NOT equals girls. You will not refer to your nanny by her first name. Understood?” “Yes ma’am.” They both reply “Better. Now. It looks as if everything is settled. I will move in here and will take you both under my charge as your Nanny and you will both be your “play age” with exception of when you are at work or when there is an agreed “Big Girl” time.” “That sounds great!” Ashlee gasps grabbing her lover’s hand. “Not so fast ladies. Now I understand that you have your “play age” in your mind but I intend to start you both off at 4 years old. We can make adjustments as time goes by. You could be 8.”she says to Charlotte, “and you could end up an infant.” She says to Ashlee. “Your behavior will determine that. Do you both understand?” “Yes ma’am.” “Good. Now then, stand up.” Both women stand up before their Nanny. “I am sending you both on a cruise for the next two weeks so that I can get things settled here. I will interview your parents, close friends, etc to get an idea of who you both are so that I can make your time as my girls the most rewarding.” “Our.. parents?” Charlotte practically whispers “Don’t worry, they won’t know why I’m meeting them. I’m a professional.” “Now Charlotte, you are the biggest so we will start with you. Take off all of your clothes.” Charlotte blushes and doesn’t move. “What is the issue dear?” “Well.. it’s just sudden…” she looks at Ashlee.. “And we thought we’d go out tonight to celebrate after…” “My child… I’m going to see you naked several times, this is no time to be shy. You are a baby and babies have no sense of modesty.” Margaret looks at her watch and then raises an eyebrow and glances towards the door. “Girls… We can do this my way, or no way at all.” She says standing and approaching Charlotte. “If you girls want to go out tonight to celebrate your new freedom under my care then I would suggest we actually agree that I’m taking you two on. If not then there is nothing to celebrate and you two can go back to wearing “cute” cotton panties pretending you are a *real* age player but really just posers.” “Please don’t go.” Charlotte stutters and then reaches for her zipper. Margaret softly slaps her hand away and then unzips her dress and lets it slip down her shoulders to the floor. She is wearing a sexy bra and panty set along with her heels. “My my. You are quite the woman aren’t you.” Margaret says as she slips off Charlotte’s bra revealing her firm breasts capped with silver dollar areola and stiff nipples. She then slides her panties down revealing a trim landing strip of light blonde hair. She has her steps out of her heels and Charlotte blushes again being the only naked woman in the room. Margaret instructs Ashlee to take the clothing and put them in the master bedroom. She then motions Charlotte closer. “What is this?” “M.. My pubic hair?” “So it is. We will discuss this later.” Ashlee enters the room and now it is her turn to “expose the goods” Ashlee is a couple inches shorter than Charlotte but her athletic frame is gorgeous. Natural C cups and toned abs and legs. Unlike her girlfriend, her sex is already bare. “Now this is more like it.” Margaret says reaching out and tapping the bare mound. “So tell me girls, who is the more dominant between the two of you?” Both women look at each other then back at Margaret. “One is ALWAYS the more dominant. You may not think about it, but one of you is the alpha of your relationship. It might be something small, such as.” She looks at Charlotte’s pubic mound “your hair down here. Your partner, whom we have established has the older “little” age is bare. Did she want it shaved or did you ask her to do it for you?” “Sh.. she asked me to remove it.” Ashlee offers. “There we go. So you used to have hair but your lover said to remove it and you did what you were told.” “I didn’t make her do it.” “Ashlee, did you want to have a bare slit or did you do it as instructed?” Ashlee looks at her girlfriend and then looks down at her bare sex.. “I kinda liked having some hair here.” She says tracing a small line from her labia “at least just a little.” “And now we have the truth. That wasn’t so hard now was it?” Margaret says with a smile. “Now Charlotte, as the dominant partner to this point I feel like we need to reverse that role from now on. Ashlee will be your big sister and you will be her little charge understood?” Margaret notes that there is a slight smile on Ashlee’s face at the announcement that she is the “big girl” in the relationship now. “Do you like that Ashlee? Like the idea that even though you are the smaller woman, you get to be the bigger girl?” Ashlee smiles and nods her head to the affirmative. “Very good. I think you will be a great big sister.” Margaret stands and refills both women’s glasses and tells them to go get their “best” little wear so that they can get started. As the women leave the room she takes two sets of vials out of her pocket and quickly pours them in the wine glasses… More to Come…

We had two great discussions on wearing diapers in public and wetting in public.