LittleFallenPrincess Posted August 31, 2025 Posted August 31, 2025 Here is the first chapter of my brand new story - Bound! Bound is a down to earth, slice-of-life kinda story about two women and the highs and lows of dating and kink. No multiverse, no monsters, no secret regression organisations, just a normal down to earth story... something I've never done before, so it's safe to say I'm a teeny bit nervous about this one (though from what I've been told it's really good). It's not part of any existing story, it's no secret sequel or prequel to anything, it's a standalone story that I hope you all enjoy. Enjoy! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading them! Especially when it comes to new stories! Chapter 1: Smudge Bound – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- Samantha Dancing along the top of the shelf, winding his way around the displays, his feline agility ensuring that he wouldn’t be yelled at for making a mess, he made his way towards his favourite spot; the empty spot on the far top shelf that I left empty just so that he could get his daily sunbathing in in comfort and without much disruption. I watched him as he slithered past the propped up sign on the far shelf that notified customers that that shelf was 50% off, and past the speaker that was playing some smooth jazz playlist that I had thrown together. And not once did he knock a single thing off. Smudge was an expert at that. He knew what he wanted, and he knew what he hated. He wanted to sunbathe in the little bit of sunshine left that shone through the window displays, illuminating his favourite shelf. He hated being yelled at. Finding his spot and flopping down, his black fur glistening in the sunlight, he stretched a little before resting his head down, exposing the white patch on his tummy and neck to the sunlight. “Must be an easy life for a cat…” I said to the empty room that lay in front of me. “No job, no drama, no having to worry about rent or finding a partner. No relationships. You just eat, sleep and play whenever you want. I wish I could do that…” I sighed, knowing full well how bored I’d be if I actually had the life of a cat. Because whilst working sucks, paying rent is evil and should be outlawed, and relationship drama is one of the worst kinds of drama… I’d get bored within a week. I’m like that when I go on holiday to somewhere nice, like Spain or whatever. All my friends go sit on a beach and sunbathe the whole week, sipping cocktails and reading books… I’m surrounded by books on a daily basis. I get my fill here, during the quiet hours… which seem to be taking up more and more of the day lately with the new fancy book store opening down the road a couple of weeks ago. And I don’t care about the sun, I’m a bit of a recluse. Give me a little nook with something good to read and I’m happy. But again, that’s something I can do here in my shop, or upstairs in my apartment. If I’m going on holiday, I need excitement, I need adventure, I need sights and experiences. I’d much rather go to France or Italy or Japan or something, somewhere I can experience new culture and new things. But then again… when was the last time I went on holiday? A couple of years ago? I guess it must have been early on in my relationship with Cassie, I think we went to Scotland. I know it’s not exactly Japan or France… but it was still nice being away from England, even if it wasn’t that far. I loved seeing all the sights in Edinburgh… though Cassie got bored easily. She was very much in the group I just described, the group who love sunbathing and doing nothing. And with it being Scotland… there wasn’t much sun to enjoy. Part of me wondered what she was up to these days, as we didn’t end on great terms, and that was the last time we saw each other. God… that was the last time I went to a kink event with someone too. It’s been far too long. Smudge let out a long yawn as the next song played. “Yeah, me too, Smudge…” He rolled over and looked at me with that all too familiar look of ‘I’m going to have a sleep now, and when I wake up you better have food ready’. It was one of his more common expressions, along with ‘I’m going to bite your toes from under the covers when you’ve finally managed to fall asleep’. I love that cat… but he was a bit of a devil sometimes. Taking a page from Smudge’s book, I stretched outwards, with my legs resting on my desk and my arms reaching back, the chair taking most of my weight as I leaned back slightly. “Much better. Ugh, Smudge, what do I get for tea? I can’t be arsed cooking. I think we should order takeaway. Chinese? Indian? What about that new burger place?” Smudge was a guy of very few words, so when he speaks up, you know it’s important to him. So when he meowed in response, I knew it in my heart that he was right. “Yeah… Fine, I’ll get chippy.” He loves it when I bring home fish and chips. Because it’s right next to the corner shop up the road, and I never fail to bring home some treats for him because I can’t help but spoil him rotten. I’m like this with everyone I love, not just my cat. If I ever get out of this funk and start getting back to dating again, whoever I end up with is going to be spoiled even more than little Smudge here. I just hope they’re ready… “I can’t believe it. It’s three in the afternoon, on the fourth busiest street in the city, and we’ve not had a soul since lunchtime. If sales don’t pick up soon I may have to think about moving on from this place.” “Meow…” Smudge replied. He was right. I couldn’t give this place up. It’s my home, my dream. Just a quaint little bookshop nestled in the middle of a busy high street, nothing as fancy and modern as the big chain stores like the one that opened down the road. A lot of the time we don’t even have the latest bestsellers, unless it’s something that I personally wanted to read. I’m surrounded by old books, most of which I’ve either read or have on my to-read list. I can see why people may prefer chains, as you can actually walk down the aisles in them, whereas in mine I’m not surprised if you have to dodge arrows coming out of the walls and floor that falls underneath you when you fail to spell the name of God correctly or something. Books stacked up in the aisles, shelves full of books that aren’t brilliantly arranged… okay the more I describe this place the more I realise why it wouldn’t be long before I’m going out of business. But I like it like this. I like how chaotic it is. Well, organised chaos anyway. I know where things are, so I’m always happy to find things for customers, but I know that they struggle to find things on their own, and sometimes they leave because they feel too awkward asking. I have rough signage… but they’re not exactly organised. It’s funny because in all other aspects of my life I’m not this disorganised, I’m actually a bit of a neat freak. Just look at my apartment upstairs. As soon as you go up the stairs at the back of the shop, it’s like you walk through a portal to another dimension where everything is tidy and sorted. But my shop… the shop my parents left for me when my Mum died and my Dad retired… This is my comfort zone. It’s how my Mum used to have it, before she got ill. And unless things are absolutely going to shit, I have no plans of changing it to make others feel comfortable. Even if it means I make a few less sales. Then the bell above the front door rang, and I immediately felt a sigh of relief. “Samantha?” a familiar voice called out. At the same time, my phone on the desk (that I used as my shop counter) started vibrating. Thankfully, it only vibrated a couple of times, and as the screen lit up indicating I had received a text, I left it where it was, writing down a mental note to reply to my bestie when I had seen to this customer. “Yes Mrs Higgins, at the back here…” I called out, raising my hand, not even bothering to stand up. I was too comfortable with my legs raised and my feet up on the desk to get up right now, I’m sure she’d understand. Turning to look down the aisle, I saw the familiar little old woman walking down the one aisle I kept clear… just for her. Okay, maybe I do change things for others… for people I care about anyway. Mrs Higgins is the sweetest little old lady. She has been visiting my shop every week for a new book for years now. She has this cute little book club with all the old ladies she meets up with, where they drink tea and have cute little cakes and biscuits and everyone tries to one-up the previous host’s spread of desserts. I went to one once, and I swore to myself never again. And as soon as she makes her way to the desk in the next thirty seconds… you’ll see why. “Hello dearie, it’s lovely to see you again…” “And you, Mrs Higgins. Is it that time again?” “It’s my turn to pick the book. So I want to pick something… special.” “How special are we talking?” I asked. “I want something a bit…” she looked around for a second, checking no one else was around. “...Raunchy.” “Raunchy? At your little book club? Are you sure?” I asked with disbelief. Usually they pick some typical boring love story where the guy is stoic and honestly a bit of an arsehole, and the girl stupidly falls in love with him despite him being borderline abusive. So for her to want something ‘raunchy’ as she put it… she must really want to shake things up with Ethel and the other ladies. “Yes, you know… smutty.” Hearing this innocent, little old lady say the word ‘smutty’ made my day. “I know what you mean, Mrs Higgins, I just wondered if that’s the right thing to pick…” “Don’t you think, Samantha?” She’s also one of the few people who call me Samantha. My friends… okay it’s just one friend lately, she calls me Sam. I would’ve liked to have added an ‘s’ to ‘friend’, but sadly most of them left when Cassie did, and those that are left I… haven't been great at replying to lately. Dressed in her typical long granny coat (despite the fact it’s the middle of summer) and her brilliant white thinning hair… Mrs Higgins looked like your typical old woman. She’s what I imagined my Grandma would have looked like if she hadn’t died before I was born. “I think… Ethel would have a heart attack… unless that’s what you’re hoping?” I said, smirking at her. She smirked back. Thankfully, she has a sense of humour, and I’d always get to have a good laugh with her whenever she pops in to buy the latest book she needs. “Unless you can think of something good? You read a lot, don’t you Samantha? Can you suggest anything?” “Romance novel, I assume?” “Doesn’t have to be, but the others tend to like them.” I had one suggestion, but I held my tongue as I thought about other books I could possibly suggest. Because whilst I’m an out and proud lesbian in all other aspects of my life, I never told Mrs Higgins of my ‘interest in the fairer sex’ as she would have put it. So I quickly decided on a different book to suggest. “I have one suggestion, it’s got a bit of drama in it, guy cheats on his wife, that kinda thing. It’s a bit… boring to me, but it’s got lots of drama that the girls may like.” “That sounds perfect!” Mrs Higgins said, her wrinkled face lighting up. “Though don’t you go find a man like that, find one who treats you right!” There it is. That’s why I only went to one of her book clubs. The amount of old grannies trying to set me up on dates with their grandkids, all of whom are men, just got a bit tiring. They all assume I’m straight. But I know that I’ll lose a lot of business if I correct them and tell them I’m not into men, as they all tend to buy their books through Mrs Higgins, who buys them from me. So I avoid her book clubs, and I play along with the fantasy that I’m some lonely single vulnerable woman who just ‘can’t find the right man’. When in reality, I would break any man who tried to put me in my place, and I would much rather break a woman. With consent, of course. “I will, Mrs Higgins…” I replied, trailing off. “Good girl. One of these days you’ll find the right man. And he’ll treat you right, like the Princess you are…” I don’t want to be a Princess. I want to find my own Princess. “So do you want six copies of it?” I asked, changing the subject as quickly as possible so I didn’t have to listen to this heteronormative bullshit for a second longer. I quickly wrote down the book and the number of copies I’ll need to order, worked out how much it’d cost her, then showed her the notepad. “Yes please, dearie,” she said, pulling out her little purse and counting out the change until she had enough to cover all the books I’d need to order in. She put her purse back in her bag, whilst I opened the till drawer on my desk and put away the money she had just paid me. Then she looked up at me, “I’ll pop in next week to pick them up. We’re just finishing the previous one we got from you, so I’ll need them ready for a week on Saturday.” “I can do that, Mrs Higgins. Six copies for next week. See you then!” And as I looked up, in the corner of my eye, I saw what I can only describe as the face of an angel peering through the window at the display. I swear my heart skipped a beat as this cute little blonde angel squinted through her large round glasses at the display I had put together for my latest offer. “I’ll see you next week,” Mrs Higgins said, interrupting my concentration, as I realised I had just suddenly zoned out in front of her. “Okay, bye Mrs Higgins!” As the old woman turned and started her saunter to the front door, I quickly turned back to see if the angel was still there… But sadly, she was gone. ====================================================== Again, this is not a sequel or a prequel or has any connection whatsoever to any other story. No secret regression organisations, no multiverse, no monsters, nothing. Just slice of life sapphic romance story, the highs and lows of dating, lots of kink, that kind of thing. So I hope you all like it! I know it's only one chapter in, but I hope it's drawn you in enough already that you're excited for the next chapter on Wednesday. This will be more akin to my older stories, with dual perspectives. This chapter is from Sam's perspective. Next is from another woman's perspective... 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 new story 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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Moon3ye Posted August 31, 2025 Posted August 31, 2025 Ah, a cute little bookstore run by a cute little book nerd. That's going to be super cute (or super evil, knowing you). 2
sklawlor Posted August 31, 2025 Posted August 31, 2025 Nice start. was away for a bit, we were homeless because of the ineptitude of our custom home builder who is taking no responsibility for anything. He didn't tell us that we didn't have a certificate of occupancy until 2 days before we had the movers scheduled, despite knowing our lease was going to be up for which we gave him the standard 2 months notice. We've moved in now but there's still much work these idiots have to do. Looking forward to reading more.
LittleDeath Posted September 2, 2025 Posted September 2, 2025 Hmmm.. Maybe it's an ordinary story for you, considering your past great books, but it was also very interesting. It's already wdnesday, so I'm waiting for the sequel) I have a little theory on the development of events, let's see if it turns out to be true?
LittleFallenPrincess Posted September 3, 2025 Author Posted September 3, 2025 Chapter 2: Angel Bound – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- Chloe I stared at the office clock as the seconds ticked by. And I swear they were taking longer than they normally do. The clock knows I’m at work. It knows I just want to get home. It knows I’m going to have to deal with public transport because my stupid car is in the stupid garage. It knows I’m done with all my tasks for the day but am purposefully being quiet so as to not invite my boss over, who will most certainly give me an extra task that will cause me to finish later than when I had planned to leave. No, I had to be as silent as a mouse and pretend I’m working until the hands reach the hour. Don’t get me wrong, I love my job, but today is just one of those days where you can’t be bothered with any of it. The boss is on your back more than usual, your work has been rather boring or frustrating, and all you want to do is get home, curl up in front of the TV and binge watch a new series. And that was exactly my plan. I even knew the series I was going to binge, I had been looking forward to it all week. And up until yesterday, when my car suddenly broke down on the way home from work, I had my whole day planned and knew exactly when I’d be back home. I’d order takeaway, I’d get my favourite jammies on, and cuddle up, binge watching this show I have been so excited for. I could even stay up late tonight as I’m not working tomorrow. But the whole car breaking down thing has thrown a spanner in the works. “So…” a voice whispered in my right ear, breaking my concentration. Looking around, I met the eyes of my coworker and latest friend, Amanda. Brown frizzy hair, freckled cheeks, beautiful green eyes, square glasses perched on the end of her nose, typical office attire… honestly, she gives off that ‘sexy librarian’ look. Not that I’d tell her that, it’d go straight to her head. It’s funny, because with my blonde bob and my oversized round glasses, you’d assume I’d also give the sexy librarian look. But no, I give off the overly-anxious, timid, librarian look. The one who is slightly overweight, shorter than average, and couldn’t give off the ‘sexy’ look to save her life. Yes, I’m a bit self conscious regarding my looks, but I will say I like my greyish-blue eyes. They’re unique. I like that I’m unique in a way. But would I prefer to be a sexy librarian, like Amanda could be? One thousand percent. Her glasses screamed sexy, mine screamed Velma. Though Velma’s were more square. “So?” I replied to her, quietly. Again, trying not to alert my boss who was sitting in his office nearby, typing away at his computer. “What’s the plan for tonight?” she asked. “Well seeing as my car is in the garage, and will take a week to fix because of course the specific parts he needs are hard to get… I have to get the bus home.” “Sorry I could only give you a lift to work this morning, hun. I can’t do it in the afternoons, I’ve got a class at the gym to attend in the opposite direction to where you live. Otherwise, I’d help you avoid public transport.” “It’s okay, Amanda. I really appreciate you picking me up on the way to work. I don’t mind taking the bus home though. Plus from what I found out online, there’s a bus stop just down the road near the shops. I’ll get one there, it’s every 30 minutes, so I’m fine. Enjoy your class!” “I will. Just make sure you don’t get lost, I know you haven’t been around the town centre since you moved here. So… what’s on Chloe’s agenda tonight? Games? Movies? What kind of nerdy shit are you doing tonight? Don’t tell me it’s that roleplaying game with the dice…” “A TV show. Been waiting for it for the longest time.” “Lemme guess… fantasy? Sci fi?” she asked, rolling her eyes at me. Amanda has only known me for the past six months, since I moved to the city and started here at this office, and whilst she didn’t share my love of all things deemed ‘nerdy’, she’s been a really good friend to me. She helped me fit right into the office within the week, she’s been round to my apartment a few times, I’ve been to hers, we’ve been to a bar a couple of times… she’s so lovely. She’s a lot more… forward… than I normally like though. I’m much more of an introvert, whereas she’s very much the opposite. She’s also a bit of a gossip. It’s why I’ve kept a lot of things to myself. She knows I’m a bit of a nerd. She knows I’m shy. She knows the basic facts of me that I’d tell to any stranger. But she doesn’t know I’m gay. Because I know that if I told her, it’d be spread around the office of around 20 of us within the hour. And it’s not like I’m ashamed of being a lesbian… but you know… I don’t exactly want to be the ‘office lesbian’. Plus I know my boss seems to be a relatively decent guy, but I’m still a bit worried people may act differently if I came out. So I stay in the closet here at work. It’s not like they need to know. I’m not married, I have no kids, I’m not even dating anyone at the moment. Though because of this, they keep trying to set me up with their straight guy friends… and I keep coming up with excuses as to why I can’t go on a date. The problem is… I’m running out of excuses. There’s only so many times I can ‘be sick’ or have a non-existent ‘cousin that needs to be taken to the airport’. I know they mean well, but it is a bit of a constant reminder that I’m single. And it’s not like I don’t mind being single. It’s just that I haven’t been in a relationship in… well… years. It’s not like I haven’t wanted to find someone, but moving to the city and only going out to straight bars with Amanda and not really getting to find the queer scene in this city… means I’ve really not had the opportunity to meet anyone. I mostly spend my time here at work or at home on my computer or sofa. The odd occasion I go out is to the aforementioned straight bars. And I very much doubt I’m going to meet a gay girl there. And don’t get me started on online dating… I spent the last couple of minutes of work hiding in the bathroom. The boss was snooping around, so I quickly excused myself to avoid any last minute tasks, wasting time in the bathroom, fixing my hair and my relatively modest makeup (I can’t be bothered doing it most days, so I just put a bit on. Sometimes if I’m going out I’ll make more of an effort. Work is not worth the effort). The last few minutes flew by as I spent most of it wondering if I should grow my hair out or cut it back again, as it was at that length once again. Maybe I’ll go long this time… but then it’s easier to… Quickly checking my phone, I saw that it had reached the hour and it was officially time to go, so I gave up on all thoughts of my hair, packed all my stuff back into my bag and gave myself one last look in the mirror, adjusting my large round glasses before dashing out… accidentally running into my boss. “Oops… sorry…” “Avoiding any last minute tasks, Chloe?” Craig, my boss, said, whilst smiling down at me. “Nope Boss. I just needed to pee. Time to go get my bus…” Now Craig is a nice guy, he’s a nice boss. Short brown hair, relatively muscular build… it’s no wonder why a lot of the office girls are talking about him behind his back, all wishing he’d pay attention to them. But no… he seems to have a special interest in me, as proven by his next comments. “You know I’m not going to throw you an assignment last minute. And if I do, you can leave it until tomorrow. I’m not a slaver… Wait, did you say bus? What happened to your car?” “Broke down. It's going to take a week to get fixed due to parts, like it always does.” “If you don’t mind waiting ten minutes whilst I send some reports, I could give you a lift…?” I know he means well, and I know I’m bad when it comes to recognising when people are flirting with me, but even people like me can tell this guy is trying to get in my pants. And like I said, he’s a nice guy, but he’s just not my type. I guess if I was straight he’d be someone I could possibly be interested in… but unless my orientation changes… he’s going to be turned down until he finally gets the idea. Or until I come out. So definitely the former. “It’s alright Craig, thank you though! I really appreciate it. But I was going to call into town and have a look around. I haven’t really had the chance since I moved here.” Thankfully I know that he has a poker night with his friends tonight, so there’s no way he can invite himself out into town with me, because that’s exactly what he’d do if he wasn’t busy. “Oh, okay. Well maybe another time?” “Maybe. I better be going if I want to have a look before my bus… I’ll see you tomorrow!” Before he could reply, I hastily walked away and towards the office exit, waving goodbye to Amanda on my way out. I’m not used to the city. Not just this city, any city. I come from a nearby small town, and I had never moved out until my parents encouraged me to find a job here in the nearest city, as there wasn’t many opportunities for a twenty eight year old admin still living at home with her parents in such a smallish town. I’ve never even been here for a shopping trip or anything, we’d always go to the other nearest city because that just happened to be the one that my Dad’s favourite football team were based in, and he was a massive football fan. This city I had moved to was home to the rival team, so he made a point to never come here if we did actually need to go to a city. Not that our town was small like a village or anything, but sometimes there are the big stores that you miss in a medium sized town like ours. But when it came to moving out finally… It surprised even me that both my parents, even my Dad, said I should find a job here and move here. I think it’s because it’s a lot closer, meaning I could get a short, inexpensive train home or a quick thirty minute drive if I wanted to go home for an evening or weekend. They were very protective and didn’t like me going too far, but they wanted me to branch out and experience more that life has to offer. And when you hit your mid-twenties… you’re needing some independence. Now I am in my late twenties… I was dying for it. So I moved out, found a cheap(ish) apartment, and I’m making my own way. Bills, shopping, car payments, all of it is down to me. Mum did tell me though that if I was ever struggling, to tell them and they’d help if they can, which was very much a thing my Mum loved to do. So yes, as I’m not used to this city, I walked down the high street that my office was located on, heading toward the bus stop further down the road. ‘Butchers… card shop… clothing store…’ I made a mental note of each shop that I passed, just in case I needed to come here for anything. I had brought enough to last me a while, but I hadn’t been clothes shopping in a while and I’m always a sucker for video games, so I kept my eye out for any game shops. I’d normally just order online, as being a woman in a games store sucks… I know from experience. But maybe a city one would be a bit better? I spotted the bus stop I needed, the one I was meant to catch the… umm… 22 was it? 23a? I can’t remember. I had made a note on my phone last night, I’ll just check it when I get to the stop. Because one thing in the corner of my eye drew my attention away from the need to get home. “Bound.” I looked up at the store name and looked down… realising it was a book shop. And not one of those big fancy chain ones that you see in every city and town. No, this looked like one of those local small family-run businesses, the ones I had always wanted to visit. So I dodged an old couple and a Mum and her kid walking down the pavement, making my way to the window. In the front window they had some sale on specific books, but it looked like the regular trash that the major chains sell, and that wasn’t what I was wanting. I wanted something new, something that wasn’t made for everyone, something ideally queer. So I got closer to the glass, attempting to peek inside to see if the interior matched the book shops I had always fantasised about. And what I saw did not disappoint. Messy aisles, books stacked up anywhere and everywhere, old furniture that looked like it belonged at an auction for antiques… the place looked run down compared to the big chains that were clean and tidy and… clinical. This was perfect. So I scanned the shop with my eyes, wondering if I should go in or not as I had a good five or ten minutes before my bus arrived… when I saw an old woman being served at the far side of the shop. This wasn’t too bad. One old woman wasn’t enough to cause my anxiety to spike. It may even be better for me that it isn’t completely empty so I draw less attention by entering, but as long as it’s not packed like the chain ones usually are, I’m fine. But when the old woman shuffled over a bit, she revealed something. Something that caused my heart to skip a beat. Something… or someone… that made my mind just shut down in awe. That’s when the woman I was staring at behind the granny… looked right at me. So without thinking, I just ran. I couldn’t handle it. Not today. I’d have to build up the courage to face someone like her. Even if I have no intention of asking her out because she’s probably straight like they all are… I’d just ramble on or forget my words completely if she talked to me, and I’d make a fool of myself, meaning I could never come back here. So no… I’ll wait. I’ll build up my confidence and come back. I’ve got the whole week of getting the bus home. Maybe… maybe I’ll be able to do it by Friday. To at least say hi to her… …The Goddess with the raven black hair. ====================================================== Glad you're enjoying it already. Now you've met Chloe, the other protagonist of this story! Don't forget I'm on Subscribestar! 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LittleFallenPrincess Posted September 7, 2025 Author Posted September 7, 2025 Chapter 3: Sisters Bound – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- Samantha “Sam, you’ve not shut up about this mysterious woman all night…” “Becky… shush. If you had seen how adorable she was…” “I’m happy with the subs I’ve got, thankyouverymuch. And look, if she comes back again, you can always talk to her and ask her out then. I’m sure if she was interested in you she’ll pop around again.” I slid the bottle of whiskey over to my long-time friend, Becky, who was sitting on my desk, her gorgeous black heeled boots resting on a large pile of books next to it. She looked down at me as she grabbed the bottle, the dim light of the desk lamp illuminating our little get-together, as it was well past closing hours and probably nearly time for both of us to get some sleep. She had come over a few minutes before I shut the shop, with this bottle of whiskey, and said she needed to get some things off her chest. I do feel guilty though, as it seems like I’ve done most of the talking since she arrived. I wouldn’t call her ‘Becky’ I were you though, unless you want to be thrown over her knee, she’s referred to as Becks to most people (including me, though tonight I’m just feeling a bit drunk and a bit teasy). And I’m not talking about fun spankings either. She will beat you until you’re bleeding. Unless you’re me, of course, who gets a free pass for knowing her since we went to university… God… umm… I guess I graduated like 12 years ago now? Ugh… I feel old. But yes, Becky and I have known each other since we were on the same dorm floor at Uni. And within a month we each found out what the other was into after a very risqué game of spin the bottle. Thankfully, the guys we were playing with were passed out by the time we got to the truth part, so all my secrets stay safe within Rebecca’s mind. Becky, like me, is a domme. We both like to put submissives in their places, we both like to deal out spankings and tie people up, you know… all the typical fun kinky stuff. She has a few unique fetishes of her own though, she’s very much into petplay for one of them, whereas me… I have two sides to my inner-domme. There’s the outward, confident domme that is incorporated into my everyday personality. I don’t deal with bullshit and am happy to call people out on theirs, I like to take the lead when it comes to anything in life, and I’m fiercely independent, just like Becky. My other side… is basically the same, but a lot softer… a lot more… maternal. Oh and she’s ginger and bisexual, whereas I have long black hair, less-pale skin, am taller than her at a whopping six feet compared to her five ten, and my boobs are a little bit bigger than hers due to me weighing slightly more than her (she likes to say I’m ‘well-built’). Oh and I’m only into women. They’re the other main differences, but aside from those few things, we’re so similar it’s scary sometimes. She often feels like a sister more than a best friend. Oh and I also suffer from extreme anxiety on occasion, something she has no issue with, annoyingly. I have a lot of self-doubt. I’m just good at masking it. But trying to find a partner into this, that is right for me and isn’t just out to use me to satisfy their fantasies, someone who actually cares about me as a domme and as a person… challenge level impossible. I’ve had a few subs in the past, though after my most recent breakup, I’ve been taking a bit of time to rediscover myself and have a bit of a break from the whole relationship thing. Partially due to exhaustion, partially due to the ex in question being a bit… yeah. But hey, it’s actually kinda nice not having this pressure to find a partner. I still get to co-domme with Becky and her multiple subs, though I must admit it’s been a while since I last went to an event… I’ve kinda been a bit of a shut-in since my breakup. “I guess…” I said, raising my glass to my face, taking a sip whilst Becky refilled hers. “Do you think she’d be into it though?” Becky asked. “Maybe? I mean… not everyone is like me and finds an interest in this stuff at an early age. Previous partners had been brought into this kink by other people like me, so why can’t I introduce her too?” “It’s a bit risky though. Look, I’m not kink-shaming you… but it’s not exactly the most mainstream thing to be into, is it?” “I know,” I replied, sighing, knowing full well she’s not wrong. “So just don’t be hurt if she turns you down or runs for the hills. That’s if you ever get the courage to ask her out…” “That’s if I even see her again. You should have seen her, Becks, she ran away so quickly!” “Probably just nervous.” “Probably just straight,” I replied, sighing. “Nah, what girl wouldn’t be turned by looking at you? You’re drop dead gorgeous…” “Then why aren’t you trying to get in my pants?” I asked her, raising my eyebrow at my bestie. “Because you’re like a sister to me. We play with each other’s toys… not each other. Plus you’re not a switch. I only date people who are, or have the capacity to be, submissive. If you’re ever submissive… you’ve been taken over by those evil robot people you don’t shut up about. You know… that nerdy show.” “Shut up, Becks. You like it too. You just like to appear ‘too cool’ for nerdy shit like that. But I know you binge watched ‘Who’ the other week… again…” She stuck out her tongue at me, in the same way I had seen many littles do to me in the past. Right before I threw them over my own lap and… yeah well she’s too big for that. And like she said, we’re like sisters. The next day… I was nursing the mother of all hangovers. Whilst Becky is an amazing friend, she’s also a terrible influence, and we ended up drinking well into the early hours of the morning. She fell asleep on the sofa in the shop, whereas I fell asleep at my desk, in my chair, and only woke up when the postie knocked on the door to hand me some package. Once I was up though, I put on some coffee as no doubt Becky would be up soon, and she’s got this magical ability to avoid incurring any ounce of a hangover… which I envied. And as predicted, as soon as she could smell the coffee on my desk, she rose up from her slumber, wiping away the sleep and standing up effortlessly. Whereas I had stumbled into like five things on the way to the front door to answer it this morning, but no, she dances over like a fucking ballerina the moment she smells coffee. I love that woman but I also hate her… Once Becks had drunk her coffee, she told me she’d text me later, before leaving me alone to run my shop. And for most of the day… It was quiet. A few customers here and there, followed by a lunchtime rush where we had a whole three customers in the store at the same time! And then it went quiet again. Until late afternoon. I was just sitting there, reading a book, my feet up on my desk like normal… when I noticed something in the corner of my eye. Just like yesterday… a cute little face popped up through the window display, pressing itself against the window, her round oversized glasses tapping on the glass, alerting me to her presence. And as soon as I turned to get a better look at her, she disappeared… Shrugging it off, I continued reading my book up until closing time, when I shut the shop and went upstairs to my apartment to sleep in my actual bed this time, hoping to get a better night’s sleep than last night. Though as I was falling asleep, surrounded by all the cushions a girl could need, and most importantly my cuddle buddy Smudge, I couldn’t stop thinking about that girl… Wednesday. Same stuff. Texting Becks throughout the day, reading my book with Smudge constantly pawing at the pages to get my attention, enjoying the quiet of my empty shop and today’s gentle playlist playing in the background, making a few sales… and then at the same time as the previous two days, the girl pressed her face against the glass. This time, as to not scare her off, I pretended I hadn’t heard her or seen her, pretending to read my book with my eyes fixed on the pages in front of me. If I even glanced at her, she’d disappear… like some kind of fae creature. No… this time I wasn’t going to scare her off. Maybe she’ll come in this time… And as predicted, I heard the door opening… Without turning my eyes, I could hear very quiet footsteps, trying to time themselves to the music so that they would be masked by the beats. ‘Does she really think this is working?’ I thought to myself. She crept over to the right hand side of the shop, looking at all the books on the shelf, constantly looking over in my direction. I could tell because she was now visible in the corner of my eye. I just had to pretend I hadn’t noticed her, and not look at her directly. Just like a wild animal, I had to let her come to me rather than chase her… and honestly, she looked as timid and cute as a bunny. But before she could feel comfortable enough to come closer and make herself obviously noticeable to me… another customer came barging through the door, scaring the poor girl half to death, causing her to abandon her task and run for the exit, dashing out behind the large portly man who was barging over to the historical section (I say ‘section, I mean ‘pile of books in the corner of the store’). Breathing a sigh of disappointment, I hoped that maybe the girl would return again tomorrow, and ideally… we wouldn’t have any interruptions this time… Thursday. Becky was insisting I go to a kink event in the city tonight. But I turned her down, yet again. I just didn’t feel comfortable attending as a domme without a partner. Yeah sure, I can play with her subs if I want, because they love their ‘Auntie Sam’, and give their consent for me to tag team them alongside Becks. But ever since Cassie… I’ve been going less and less. Most months I turn Becks down and thankfully she understands, but I can see her frustration. I know she wants the best for me, but unless I find someone right, someone who appreciates what I bring to the relationship… I just don’t feel comfortable going to kink events. So I sit in my shop, once again, chaste as a damn nun (as Becky put it), daydreaming about throwing that angel with the glasses over my lap and warming that backside of hers… before putting it in padd- My daydreams were cut short as the door opened and I looked at the clock. Shit. I was going to prepare myself for the girl to arrive, and here she was and I wasn’t ready! I just hope that I don’t scare her off. “I… I…” I turned my head to see the girl in the middle aisle, surrounded by books, her cute little business skirt and blouse, clutching on to the straps of her shoulder bag that she wore around her, her glasses perched on the end of her adorable little button nose. My heart melted in an instant. “How can I help you?” I asked in my ‘Mummy voice’. Basically just my most relaxing, soothing voice that I tend to only use around little ones. “I…” Nope. That was it. That was all she could manage before she dashed back out of the shop, the door closing behind her. “I guess baby steps are needed… but at least she’s making progress!” I said, laughing to myself and my very poor pun that Becks would most likely disapprove of. Friday. End of the week. Usual day for Smudge and I, one of us enjoying the sun whilst it lasts, the other avoiding the sun as best as she can in her dragon’s lair, surrounded by her hoard of books. Today is also the last chance for the girl to actually say hi or even just have a proper look around the store, unless she comes in at the weekend, but I doubt that as every time she’s appeared she’s been wearing the same office attire, a black skirt and a white blouse. So she must work nearby and be calling here after work. I know there’s a bus stop just outside… and I could go find out if that’s what she’s getting/waiting for… but maybe that’s stepping a bit into creepy territory. No, I’ll wait. Maybe she comes in today, maybe she comes in on the weekend. Maybe she doesn’t… maybe she comes in next week. Or not at all. Whatever happens, I’ll let her make the first move. I don’t want to get my hopes up around a girl only to find out she’s straight. And just as I was counting today’s earnings towards the end of the afternoon, a figure appeared before me, on the other side of my desk. And as I looked up, I saw the cute round oversized glasses staring down at me, with a little scrunched up mouth wanting to say something… but she was struggling. So I smiled at her to show I was friendly. That was enough, apparently, as she finally opened those cute little lips of hers… “H… hi…” ====================================================== Don't forget I'm on Subscribestar! 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LittleFallenPrincess Posted September 10, 2025 Author Posted September 10, 2025 Chapter 4: Plans Bound – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- Chloe I stared at the office clock as the seconds ticked by. And I knew exactly where I was going after work ends. Another boring slog through all this boring admin work, but I’d be rewarded by seeing that woman’s face again. Maybe… just maybe… I’d get the courage to go in this time. Because yesterday I had run off as quickly as my feet could carry me once she saw me. Then I dashed on the bus, got home as quickly as possible, slamming the door behind me. And I spent the whole night thinking about her. Whilst I prepared my dinner, whilst I watched TV on the sofa all cuddled up with my favourite blanket, whilst I was getting ready for bed… it worried me that I couldn’t get that woman out of my head. At least I didn’t dream of her, that would’ve been really creepy. Unless she’s some kind of witch who cast a spell on me… I had laughed to myself when that thought first popped into my head as I brushed my teeth this morning. Thankfully, work managed to keep my mind occupied for most of the day. Normally Amanda’s ravings about her new boyfriend would have distracted me too, but when I stopped working to listen to her I started thinking about that woman in the bookshop again. So much so that I even missed when Amanda said her boyfriend’s name… Derek? Dave? I have no idea. He sounded alright though, and I hope he makes her happy. But the entire time she was talking, my eyes kinda glazed over and I just nodded and smiled at everything she said, all the whilst thinking of what I’d say to that woman in the shop… I dashed past Craig with my bag slung over my shoulder, wishing him a good evening without even a second to stop and listen to his reply, as I headed towards the exit. Nothing was stopping me now. I needed time to go to that bookshop, ideally with enough time left to get the bus when it arrives, otherwise I’ll be waiting another thirty minutes. Speeding down the stairs, I had no time to wait for the elevator today. No… I was focused entirely on one thing and one thing only. And not even a slow elevator would stop me. Bursting through the ground floor doors, out onto the street, I power walked down the pavement, dodging oncoming pedestrians, staring ahead, not letting my usual anxiety take the reins. I didn’t have time for my anxiety to act up either, it seems. Nope… I was going to visit that damn bookshop if it’s the last thing I- I stopped in front of the door of it, freezing on the spot, as if I had stepped on a landmine and couldn’t move in fear of it going off. Taking a deep breath… I let my heart return to its normal beat (which would still be considered too high, damn anxiety), and reached out my hand, gripping the metal door handle, preparing myself to push it open and enter. ‘You got this Chloe… you got…’ One look in the window and I saw that woman, the one who works here. She had her feet up again, looking amazing, reading a book as a cup of coffee sat steaming on the desk beside her feet. ‘I don’t got this…’ I said to myself, quickly backtracking all the progress and intention I had prepared myself for… …And slowly released my grip on the door handle. Instead, I opted for a slightly smaller step… I’d bide my time, watch the store… but not in a creepy stalkery way… so I shuffled over to the display in the window and looked in. But as soon as I did, the woman turned her head, looking straight at me… and I bolted. I then proceeded to spend the entire night in my apartment regretting my actions and cursing my inability to just go up to people and just say ‘hi’. Especially those who happen to be beautiful women. This is why my anxious ass is still single. So I cooked myself a nice meal, then proceeded to snuggle up and fall asleep on the sofa, watching the latest season of my favourite show, thinking about how I can try again tomorrow. Next day. Usual boring day, usual boring work. Though I did have a nice chat with Craig when he asked me why I was rushing to be out the door yesterday. I apologised to him, saying I was trying to catch a bus (yes, I fibbed a little… but only a little), and thankfully he bought it. Amanda was talking about setting me up with another friend of hers, but I politely declined and smiled, like I always do, and she said the same old ‘you’re never going to find a man this way…’ Good. I don’t want to find one. As friends, sure, men are great. But romantically, my heart belongs to my future wife, whoever that may be. And my dumb romantic sapphic ass is picturing the woman from the bookshop standing there at the altar… despite not even knowing her name or what she sounds like or what she’s into. For all I know she could hate strawberries, or be serious and hate nerdy stuff… or have some weird fetish! ‘But you won’t know unless you talk to the woman!’ the inner voice in my head said to me as I rushed down the stairs again, this time not being as rude to Craig and Amanda as I hastily left the office. This time I actually stopped to wish them a good evening and listen to their plans for five minutes… before proceeding to run like my life depended on it, towards the city centre. Arriving with plenty of time to spare before the next bus, I took a deep breath just outside the door to the bookshop. ‘Maybe… maybe I can sneak in?’ I thought to myself. ‘Maybe if I sneak in, once I’m in I’ll feel more confident and can actually have a proper look and maybe even talk to the woman who works there…’ So I did exactly that. I crept in, slowly opening the door and closing it, making sure to not make a sound. Music was playing from a speaker on one of the shelves, so I used the beats of the current song that was playing to mask my footsteps as I crept over to the side, looking around at the various books… whilst also keeping an eye on the woman at the front, who seemed entirely focused on her book to notice me. This was working… this was actually working! Just… let myself acclimate to this setting… then make it clear that I’m here… then work up to talking to her. I can do it. I can… Suddenly another customer burst through the door, scaring me half to death as the door rattled, causing me to nearly jump out of my skin. ‘Shit! She’ll see me… then think I’m super creepy stalking about the place… I better get out before she notices me…’ I ran for the exit, ran across the pavement, hiding myself within the crowd of people all waiting for the bus. An old woman asked if I was okay, so I replied with some lie about being worried I’d miss it. She replied with ‘You have another ten minutes, dearie…’, so I thanked the old woman, took a deep breath, and in my head I kicked myself for chickening out… again. So yes, my plan failed… again. But hey, I’ll be getting the bus tomorrow, so I’ll try again then. Thursday. Meeting day. Once a month we have this meeting, though it’s mostly Craig going on and on about projected figures and efficiency. I swear once you get past the boring manager, Craig is actually an interesting guy to talk to, it’s just during this meeting you don’t get that version of him. No, you get Craig the regional manager. So I leaned back in my chair on one side of the long conference desk, with all my colleagues sitting around it, looking up towards the whiteboard and listening to Craig. Honestly… I’ve been here six months and I’m still not entirely sure what it is we do here at this company. I just enter figures and process reports. Do I understand what the reports are? Not a clue. Pretty sure Craig told me during the onboarding process when I first started… but I kinda zoned out like I always do when people try to teach me things in ways like that. And now? I’m too scared to ask. Thankfully, I don’t even need to know what it is this company does, as my job is so simple and straightforward. So yes, whilst Craig went on about the latest managerial rubbish that he wanted to try out, I was too busy zoned out… thinking about what I’m going to say to that mystery woman who works at the bookshop. I’m going to go in later and… nope, that’s where my mind goes blank. I have no idea what I’ll say to her. Oh god… what if she doesn’t work there every day? What if I’m lucky enough to see her on the days she works… What if she’s not in the rest of the week? I hadn’t thought about that! Shit! I began to silently panic, clenching my fists as to not draw any attention to myself, before the little voice in my head finally spoke up. ‘If she’s not in, that makes it easier. You can go in, browse, and get used to the shop.’ Thanks ‘sensible me’. I’ll do just that. Though if she is in… I’m still at a loss for words. I guess I’ll just have to wing it… She was in. I stared at her through the window in the shop door, as she was staring off into space, in her own little world, thinking about… something. What that something is, I have no idea. Maybe it’s how cute I am? Maybe it’s about something awesome and exciting because she looks like that sort of person, despite working in a quiet bookshop. Maybe it’s about what she’ll have for dinner… ‘Maybe… this is also the best time to go in…’ the little voice whispered, taking over my hands and feet as it gripped the door handle and stepped forward as my hand pushed the door open. ‘Wait wait wait! No! I’m not ready…’ But no, the impulsive side of me was already half way down the main aisle, heading towards the woman, hands tightly wrapped around my bag strap. Here I stood… in front of the woman… actually standing in front of her! And hooooooly cow she is even hotter up close. Like… this woman is way out of my league even if she isn’t straight, which she probably is… though I did notice she isn’t wearing a ring so she’s not married or engaged… “I… I…” was all I could get out, my whole body quivering at the sight of this… of this… Goddess. I wasn’t worthy of standing before her. I’m just some little goblin compared to her. “How can I help you?” she asked, turning to me and smiling… as if I was… prey. Her voice was so… so soothing… so reassuring… so heavenly… so silky smooth… like… my whole body melted the moment she opened her mouth and began speaking. I wasn’t prepared for this. “I…” And once again, I ran. And I spent the whole night snuggled up, cursing myself for not being able to handle such a simple thing like talking to a beautiful woman. Last day. At least the last day I’ll be taking the bus to work. I get my car back and I won’t need to get the bus anymore, meaning… no more seeing that woman. Unless I go into town… which I never do… So this time… this time it has to count. Maybe it’s because I wouldn’t have anything to lose, considering I’ll just drive in next week and will probably never see this woman again unless I come back into the city centre to shop. Or maybe it’s because I managed to get so far yesterday… But whatever the reason, today I was ready. I was going to speak to her. I was going to actually have a conversation with that Goddess. “You sure you’re alright?” Amanda asked as I mindlessly typed away at my desk, in my own little world, completely on autopilot. “Fine. Just… I’m going to ask someone out,” I blurted out, without thinking, not even realising I had said that to her. “Ooooooh! Spill! I want all the deets!” Amanda replied. “What’s his name?” “I don’t know.” “You don’t know his name?” “Her,” I said, quickly realising my mistake and pulling myself out of auto-pilot mode. “Her? The person you’re going to ask out is… oh my god, Chloe, are you a lesbian?” “I… umm… What, sorry? Was in my own little world…” I said, trying to make it out like I just misspoke, but I think the cat is out of the bag now… “I… oh look at the time, I better go… or I’ll miss my bus. Talk to you on Monday!” I said, logging off, grabbing my phone from my desk and shoving it in my bag, slinging my bag over my shoulder and dashing out, and leaving my computer to do all the logging off for me. That’s a thing I’ll deal with on Monday. Or no doubt over the weekend when Amanda inevitably texts me tonight about this. Fuck. I can’t believe I just outed myself like that. Too busy thinking about what I was going to say to the bookshop woman… fuck. I guess that’s a problem for future me to worry about. Not sure if it was the rush of adrenaline from running here, or if it was my heart pumping rapidly due to accidentally outing myself at work… but I had no hesitation as I walked into the shop effortlessly, strode down the aisle towards the front desk where she was currently sitting once again… and stood right there… right in front of her. But that’s when my anxiety hit me. Like a freight train. I froze completely. All that momentum, all that drive, all that ‘I don’t give a fuck’ energy… gone. Instead I stood in front of this woman, who hadn’t even noticed I was here… and suddenly I had no idea what to do. As I clutched my bag strap, wondering what the hell to say to her… she finally noticed me, looked up at me and smiled. So before she could say anything to melt my brain like she did yesterday… I finally drummed up the courage to say the first thing that was on my mind… “H… hi…” Shit. Where do I go from here? Do I say something else? Do I let her reply? Do I run? Do I hope a meteor hits me… but doesn’t hit her or this shop or anything else and just purely entirely me? That’s when she took initiative. “Hi cutie…” Okay. There go my knees. If my anxiety wasn’t propping me up from fear of causing a scene from falling… I would have genuinely collapsed at that moment. But no, I appeared calm and upright. “Don’t be scared, poppet. I don’t bite. Much,” she said, almost growling at me, with a playful little smirk. ‘AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.’ “You okay hun? Can I help you with anything? Anything you want in particular?” ‘AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.’ “Sweetie, are you okay?” “I…” “Just breathe. I promise, you’re okay. Sorry if I came on a little too strong, I thought you were a bit intimidated by me and I wanted to allay your fears. And… you know… you’re cute…” ‘AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH…’ I thought as I ran out of the shop again, cursing myself for giving in to my flight response. ====================================================== Glad you're enjoying my story so far 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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LittleFallenPrincess Posted September 14, 2025 Author Posted September 14, 2025 Chapter 5: Glasses Bound – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- Samantha “Fuck.” I proceeded to then bang my head on my desk for the next minute or so, cursing myself for coming on too strong with the biting joke… “I’m so fucking stupid…” That’s when I heard the door opening, so I quickly looked up to see Becks standing there in the doorway, wearing her usual t-shirt and jeans combo that really showed off her arms, the ones she had crossed as she looked at me with her left eyebrow raised. “What did you do now…?” she sighed, walking over to me and perching herself on the edge of my wooden desk. “You know that girl?” “The one you keep texting me about? Oh… I don’t know… maybe?” she grinned at me as I lay back in my chair. “Shut up, smart arse. Yes, that one. She… was just in the shop.” “Wait… in the shop? Like she was yesterday?” “She managed to actually say a word this time. Before running off.” “Wow… she’s adorable… good job it’s you who has your eyes set on her, and not me. I would break her in half within the week. You be careful with her, got that?” “I know, Becks. She’s clearly extremely anxious. I’ve known people like her. Or… well… knew. I just hope I didn’t scare her off too much.” “Why? What did you say to her to cause her to run?” “Joked about biting.” “Ah that’s nothing. I make that joke every other month. It’s a domme thing.” “I know, Becks. But…” “But nothing, Sam. She’ll be back soon. Maybe Monday? By what you told me, she wears office wear, which means she must work nearby and comes past your shop to get the bus home. Which means you probably won’t see her over the weekend unless she works weekends too, which I doubt. So Monday. I bet she’ll be slinking in the shop Monday afternoon, with maybe a few more words other than ‘Hi’, if the progress she’s made over the week keeps improving. And hey, you flirted with her now, so unless she’s absolutely clueless, at least she now knows you’re interested in her. So if she is gay like we assume she probably is… and if she really is interested in you, she’ll be dying to come back.” I looked up at her, giving her the most unimpressed look I could muster, taking a deep breath with an even deeper sigh. “Ugh, I hate this,” I replied. “I know, but she’ll be-” “No, I hate you being right…” She looked down at me with that smug face of hers, and I knew I was buying the first round tonight. “I always am, Sammy…” It was way past the usual time on this sunny Monday afternoon. I started to worry I had well and truly scared that girl off. I’ve been waiting all day for her to show up, after a very uneventful weekend in which I was mostly recovering from a hangover and hanging out in my shop selling books like normal, but I hadn’t seen that adorable face of hers all day. Not even in the window. Monday. Becks said she’ll be here Monday. It’s Monday now. And… she’s a no-show. Fuck. “The first girl I have a modicum of attraction to in a long time… and I fuck things up before I even learn her name.” Becks was busy rifling through one of my shelves, rearranging some of the books so they were actually in some form of order, all whilst I sat back, sipping on my coffee, switching my gaze from watching the clock’s seconds tick by, to the front door and window display, hoping that she’d show up soon. Yes, my bookshop is a mess. No wonder I’m losing business to the well organised chain store down the high street. I should fix it… but I kinda lost my drive to do anything productive when she who shall not be named broke my heart. And Becks has the day off. Becks helps run a cafe on the outskirts of the city centre, but today is her day off so she’s decided to come keep me company… and bother me. “She’ll be here eventually,” Becks said, trying to reassure me. “Maybe it’s not today, maybe I’m wrong. But she’ll be here soon. I guarantee. My gaydar is never wrong.” “What about that girl who-” “Except that one time.” “And the guy who…” “And that other time. But that’s it. Other than those two incidents, it’s never wr-” “And our trans friend who you didn’t even realise was-” “NEVER. WRONG.” I laughed as she started speeding up her tidying, all to get me off the subject. “What if she doesn’t turn up though? Say you’re right… say she’s gay.” “Because I am never wrong, yes… continue…” she said. It was like I could hear the smug grin she no doubt has on her face right now. I shot a look at her, but she didn’t even deign to turn around to grant me the satisfaction of reminding her of another dozen or so times she’s been wrong about people being queer. “What if she’s gay… but she’s taken? What if she’s just a genuinely shy or anxious person who struggles to talk to people? What if she’s gay but not interested in me?” “Babes… Sam… Honey… If you were subby I would’ve fucked your brains out by now.” “A fact you love to remind me of,” I replied, rolling my eyes at my very forward friend. Honestly… this is what I love about her. “So yes, there’s no chance she’s not interested in you. But I swear… you shove a ballgag in that mouth of yours and finally give up control… and I’ll happily put you in your place, love.” “Never going to happen…” I sighed. “I tried switching. Didn’t work.” “Then this girl will get the fortunate opportunity to fuck your brains out. Although knowing you… it’ll be the other way around.” “Hey, you know what it’s like as a domme… I know some people domme from the bottom… but that’s not me,” I grinned at her, knowing that was enough to get her to finally turn her head to me. And it was. “Look, she could just be an anxious gay girl who is intimidated by pretty dominant ladies… I mean there are plenty of them out there. Especially trans girls. Why is it that trans girls are predominantly submissive? Did we ever find that out?” “No. Why don’t you ask Lucy?” I suggested. Lucy is one of Becky’s toys. She’s a trans girl, and absolutely lovely. An absolute pleasure to talk to about nerdy things. Very intelligent, composed and witty. But when she’s around Becks… she’s so submissive so quickly it gives me whiplash sometimes. “I did. She doesn’t know why either. I know there’s a lot of trans dommes out there. And trans switches. Though a lot of those are mostly submissive. It’s weird. But then I guess there are a lot more cis submissives than cis dommes too.” “Goes the same for men too,” I interrupted. “Everyone thinks that men are mostly doms… but the majority of the men we know are submissive.” “That’s true. I guess a lot of people just like having power taken away from them and being controlled and humiliated. Not me though. Couldn’t pay me to be submissive. I need to be in control at all times.” “Don’t I… and your submissives… know it,” I said, giggling. “Anyway, if she wasn’t interested in you, she was interested in the books. Which is still enough of a reason for her to return. Just… give it a day or two. Week at most.” “I hope you’re right…” I sighed. “You really are into her, aren’t you? You don’t even know her name… We’ve been calling her ‘that shy blonde girl’ all week.” “Don’t you believe in love at first sight?” I asked my best friend. “Bollocks. All of it. Love takes ages to form. Not that I would know.” “Yeah I guess you of all people wouldn’t understand, what with being aromantic and all. Sorry.” “Hey no, maybe love at first sight does exist. But yeah, I wouldn’t know. I feel fondly for my subs, but none of them have got the ‘love’ rank for me. It’s why I think I’m probably aromantic. Definitely not asexual though. Not quite figured out what I am. I just have fun and leave the naming things to other people.” “With how many subs you have and how many of them you fuck… I would genuinely be surprised if you said you were asexual.” “A girl likes a bit of action sometimes… and hey, it’s a good way to vent all that frustration from customers. Not that you’d know. You don’t get any action or customers…” “Cheeky bitch…” A week passed and she never appeared. And because I’ve been a moody cow all week, Becks twisted my arm and has taken me to a kink night at a club I haven’t been to in a while. Gotta say… It was nice to meet everyone again, it’s been a while since I’ve seen them all as I haven’t really talked to many of them outside of the events recently, apart from Becks. So it was nice catching up. Though that’s all I’m doing, just sitting here in this dark club basement, watching, admiring Becks’ handiwork with a flogger. The motion of her hand is almost hypnotic, she’s really worked on perfecting her craft. “Not going to join in? He gave you permission…” Becks called back to me, as I sipped on my non-alcoholic wine, smiling at the face on her sub who was currently tied to the spanking bench with their bright red backside on full display to all attendants. Though we were at the end of the basement, and with most of the other attendants attending a workshop on rope on the other end… we mostly had this end of the room to ourselves with barely anyone around. “Another time,” I replied, smiling up at my friend. “Or would you prefer if ‘shy glasses girl’ was bent over this instead?” Becks teased. “Shy glasses girl?” the sub tied to the bench asked. He couldn’t turn back towards me to say it, he had his wrists and ankles strapped to the bench, straddling it, fully naked. “Auntie Samantha has gone and fallen for some cute woman with glasses,” Becks said to her sub, who was clearly coming out of his submissive headspace, more interested in my silly love life than his own pleasure. I can see why Becks likes him. He’s a good friend of mine too, though again I haven’t really kept up my end of the friendship since the breakup that caused me to hide away from everyone but Becks. “Really? Been a while since… you know…” he said. “She’s extremely cute too, apparently. Has these big oversized glasses and cute blonde hair… Sammy has really fallen for her. Though she’s not been in the shop all week, so our lovely Samantha is brooding, worrying about having scared her off.” I could see Beck’s plaything was deep in concentration, so I stayed silent. “Wait… near shoulder length blonde hair, in sort of a bob?” he finally spoke up, still tied up. “Yeah… I think so?” Becks replied. “Purple shoulder bag?” “Yeah…?” I replied this time, as I never mentioned the colour of the girl’s bag to Becks. “I assume she visits your shop around 4ish? And only started visiting a couple of weeks ago?” Becks and I looked at each other, confused, wondering how this man knew all this. “Craig… Do you know her or are you just really psychic?” Becky asked him. “Yeah… I’m her boss…” “What?” Becky cried out, swatting Craig’s backside with the flogger, this time a lot lighter and more playfully. “Seriously?” “Blonde and oversized glasses kinda made me think of her, as the glasses are kinda unique, but I figured nah, that’s too much of a coincidence. But then you said she hasn’t been in the past week… that’s because her car got fixed.” “Tell me everything…” I blurted out, maybe a little too eagerly. “Her name is Chloe. She moved to the city about six months ago,” he replied. “She’s a lovely girl, extremely shy, and never really goes into the city centre aside from going to work, at least that’s what I’ve heard around the office.” “Is she single?” Becks asked him, as if she was reading my mind. “Yeah. But she’s straight…” “Really?” I sighed, my hope destroyed. “I… well… I guess she could be gay… or bi… she avoids all talk of relationships. I know her work friend, Amanda, has been trying to set her up with some of her guy friends, but she dodges her attempts.” “See, Sam! Gay!” Becks proudly beamed at me. “So what happened the week before? What caused her to visit my shop?” “Her car broke down for the first time,” Craig began explaining. “Had to get a bus home for the week. She always seemed in a rush to get the bus, which we just assumed was her trying not to miss it. But maybe she was rushing ove-” “To see me…” my jaw hit the floor. Not literally of course. “See Sam… she’s totally into you!” “Then she got her car fixed and she’s been less enthusiastic about going home since. Honestly… I was a little worried about her. But this explains it…” “So, you got her name, you know where she works, you know she’s probably into you… what are you going to do about it?” Becks asked me, whilst shoving Craig’s gag back into his mouth. “I can’t just turn up to Craig’s office and ask her out. That’d be creepy. She’ll think I’ve stalked her!” “Oh oh oh! I have an amazing idea…” Becks seemed a little too excited… “...What?” I sighed, knowing her ‘amazing ideas’ always end up backfiring… on me. “Craig, darling… we’re going to need your help…” ====================================================== 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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Moon3ye Posted September 14, 2025 Posted September 14, 2025 27 minutes ago, LittleFallenPrincess said: “Yeah… I’m her boss…” That's great. I bow to you. And on the subject of men and submissiveness. I am male and, for various reasons (ADHD, autism, other), I always have to be in control. But I would still describe myself as a completely submissive person in a BDSM relationship. And that's simply because a good dominatrix gives me precise instructions about what she wants me to do. No hidden messages, no hidden expectations, just direct instructions. I love it.
LilRugrat Posted September 14, 2025 Posted September 14, 2025 Truly waiting for the next part, enjoying the build up.
sklawlor Posted September 14, 2025 Posted September 14, 2025 oh very gooc, can't wait to see what her idea is.
LittleFallenPrincess Posted September 17, 2025 Author Posted September 17, 2025 Chapter 6: Favour Bound – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- Chloe It’s been over a week since I last tried to go into the bookshop and talk to that woman. The woman I still didn’t even know the name of. Sure, I got my car back at the start of last week, which meant I no longer had to take the bus to and from work, which was my main excuse for being able to go past the bookshop every day. But then the weekend came… and I still chickened out. I wanted to go into town, even just to go clothes shopping or something, to just browse around the shops… and maybe go into a certain bookshop… but I just couldn’t bring myself to go. I even got dressed on the Saturday, desperately wanting to go and finally talk to that woman… to say more than a few mumbles this time… but I froze at the front door to my apartment, staring at the handle… trying my hardest to gather the willpower to fight past my anxiety and get the bus into town. But nope. Here I am, at work on yet another Monday morning… wondering if I’ll ever get the courage to go talk to that woman. I mean… she was flirting with me, right? I think she was… though I’m not very good at telling when people are flirting. The amount of times at bars my friends have laughed at me because I was completely oblivious to the guy offering to buy me a drink… though I haven’t exactly come out to them either. It’s not just work… I’m a bit closeted. My parents know I’m into girls, but they act like I’m not being serious about it, they just brush it off and don’t talk about it. That… is something I’ll handle in the future, when the need arises. Or when my Mum starts to bother me for grandkids… grandkids that will never come. So as I stared at the screen, wondering if maybe I could go this weekend to ideally talk to this mysterious woman… I felt a slight nudge on my arm. “Hun… Craig is trying to get your attention…” Amanda whispered to me, as I was shot back into the present and I quickly became embarrassed after zoning out so much again. “One minute, Craig!” I called out to him, trying to adjust my white work blouse and straighten not only my outfit but also my thoughts… “You sure you’re okay, Chlo?” Amanda asked. She’s been concerned all week, and I keep promising her I’m okay, though she has no idea what is causing this. And it’s not like I can tell her… she’s not exactly brought up the whole coming out to her accidentally thing, so I pretend like it didn’t happen. And it’s not like she has any idea what it’s like to be an anxious lesbian in love with a random stranger. So I tell her it’s okay… that I’m okay… So I smiled and nodded, standing up, pushing my office chair back slightly and slinking my way out of my little cubicle, before walking off towards Craig’s office, where the door was open, waiting for me. “Sorry I didn’t respond…” “You okay, hun?” Craig asked, sounding just as concerned as Amanda was. “Yeah. Sorry. I’m not behind on my work at all, am I?” “No, don’t worry about that, Chloe. Don’t think of me as your boss right now. Are you okay?” “Yeah. Promise. Just… distracted.” “You sure? I don’t mind if your work falls behind if you’re going through something, as long as you catch up eventually. You’ve only been here six months, but you already feel like part of the team. Do you enjoy your work here?” “I… yeah…” “Don’t sound too enthusiastic…” he laughed, thankfully. If he hadn’t, I probably would’ve taken that way too seriously. “Sorry. Just… a bit all over the place lately.” “Hmm…” he said, thinking and looking down at a yellow sticky note he had on his desk, one I couldn’t read. “How about you go for a walk? Clear your head a bit?” “No, it’s okay…” “No, Chloe, sorry, I mean I was going to have to go pick something up from up the road, in the city centre near the shops. But I’ve got a call soon and won’t be able to go pick it up. Rather than having to wait until tomorrow… I was wondering if you could do me a favour?” “Umm… what favour?” “Well a walk may do you good anyway, help clear your head. I just need you to pick up an order from a nearby shop. It’s all bought and paid for, it just needed ordering in and now I have to pick it up, but due to this call I can’t. So could you go pick it up in my stead?” “Oh… sure!” I said, silently cursing myself for being such a people pleaser. But then again, it gets me out of doing work for twenty minutes or so… and it’s a nice day outside… and it’ll put me in his good books, which is something desperately needed with me zoning out at work all the time lately. So maybe a walk is good… just pick up this order, bring it back, then lunch…” “You can get yourself some lunch in town if you want, it’s nearly your lunch break anyway. So go treat yourself to something, there are some wonderful food stalls near the market. Have you tried them before?” “No… I haven’t really been into the city much.” “I would recommend trying the market. Or maybe that little cafe on the other side of town, though that’s maybe a bit too far for today. But hey, just have an extended lunch on me, okay? Just… don’t forget my order!” he said, smiling at me. Honestly… I’ve never had a boss half as nice as Craig is. Like… he’s genuinely nice, not just being nice because he wants me to be a happy employee. He seems to actually care about me on a personal level… I hope he’s not wanting to date me… because that’s usually why guys are nice to me… “Will do… sorry… I will have lunch in town, I mean. I won’t forget your order!” I said, bumbling my words already. “So… where am I going and what am I getting?” “I ordered a book. You know that little bookshop a little walk into town? ‘Bound’?” …What. “I… umm… yeah…” I mumbled, quickly becoming flustered. Why, of all the places on this planet, did he have to send me to that bookshop? “Just say you’re there to pick up a book for Craig. She’s expecting me, but I’ll give her a call and tell her you’re picking it up on my behalf.” “Y… y… you… you know the owner of that shop?” I asked, trying not to push too far or show that I have any interest in that place or that woman, just in case he knows her personally. “Not intimately, but she’s lovely. So just say my name and you’ll be handed a book. Bring that back to me once you’ve grabbed some lunch,” he said, smiling at me. “And again, no rush. If you’re a bit late that’s okay too, you’re always on top of your work, despite zoning out so much lately! So have a good long lunch, you’ve earned it.” “Where are you off to?” Amanda asked as I grabbed my bag from underneath my desk. “Craig asked me to run a personal errand for him.” “Ooooh… personal errand, eh?” I could tell she was insinuating something. “No, it’s not like that. I think he’s trying to get me out of the office, to clear my head a bit.” “Oh. Well you have been out of it a bit hun, maybe it’s a good idea. Have fun, I’ll see you… oh, I’ll probably see you at lunch.” “Having lunch in the city, seeing as I’ll be there for the errand.” “Then I’ll see you after!” she said, smiling and gently waving at me as I started walking. My heart was already beating faster than normal, and I hadn’t even got to the bookshop yet. How bad am I going to be when I have to actually talk to that woman? Taking a deep breath, I pushed the door handle and stepped into the bookshop. This wasn’t just something I went up and did straight away, mind you. If I could do it that easily, I would’ve done it weeks ago. No… instead I paced up and down the high street, trying my best not to appear weird or creepy, trying to make it not obvious that I was repeating the same path up and down, passing the shop, looking at the door as if it was this big monster guarding the door and I was trying to figure out how to defeat it. Eventually though, on about the sixth pass, I shot my arm out and grabbed the door handle, without even thinking. And once that had happened, I couldn’t just let go… so I pushed it and stepped in. ‘Okay Chloe… deep breath. You can do this,’ I thought to myself, taking a deep breath, holding it for a few seconds, then exhaling. But as soon as I looked up… I saw her staring at me, smiling. Her black hair was in a messy bun, and she was wearing a low cut black camisole with a red plaid shirt with its sleeves rolled up. And I melted. “Oh hello again!” she called out as the door closed behind me. “Promise you, I’m not going to scare you off like last time!” I smiled awkwardly at her and started making my way down the aisle, clutching my bag, dodging the piles of books, trying to not stare at this beautiful woman sitting at the opposite end of the shop. When suddenly I was stopped in my tracks… “Meow!” the black cat in front of me said, looking at me, as if staring into my soul. “Don’t mind Smudge, he just likes to meet new people.” “S… Smudge?” I asked, finally managing to say something to her! “He’s got a little patch of white. So he’s Smudge.” I giggled and looked back at the bookshop woman. “Is it okay to pet him?” I asked, nervously. “Feel free to, sweetie. He loves meeting new people. Bit of an attention whore…” I giggled again and nervously pet the cat, stroking his silky black fur as he purred and pushed his body into the petting. “He’s cute.” “He’s not the only one…” the woman mumbled, though I heard her clearly… I pretended not to have heard her at all. “Umm… I’m here… uh….” “Take your time, hun. I understand anxiety. It’s a bitch. So no need to feel scared here. Take all the time you need.” Not only her words, but the way she said them, put me at ease. It wasn’t an instant miracle that cured my anxiety and allowed me to talk normally, but it definitely caused my heart rate to slow… even if only a little. “Craig…” “Oh, you’re here to pick up Craig’s order? He called just a moment ago, and said one of his staff was going to pick it up. Wasn’t expecting you though…” she said, smiling at me, her words sounding almost… flirtatious? “Do… Do you know Craig?” “Friend of a friend. He wanted a book ordering, and I said I’d get it for him.” “Oh…” “Why?” “Just… umm… nah, it’s okay. It’s nothing.” “You sure?” “Yeah,” I replied, smiling at her, my head still all over the place as I was standing in front of this divine woman, and I honestly didn’t know what else to talk about. “Hey… so…” “Yeah?” I asked. “I’m closing for lunch in a minute. I was wondering if…” “I can go, if you want. I can pick the book up now or later…” I replied, panicking a little. “No, sweetie… I was wondering if you wanted to maybe get a coffee? Or… grab lunch with me?” I stood there in stunned silence, before I finally managed to gather the words in my jumbled up brain to form a sentence. “Umm… what? With you?” “Yes Chloe, with you…” she replied, smiling, trying to hold back her laughter. “I…” Right, I know I’m slow when it comes to people showing interest in me and the whole flirting stuff, but I’m not an idiot. I put two and two together, and with the fact this woman knows my name before I gave it her… “Hun?” “You two set this up, didn’t you?” I asked, straight faced, the smile dropping from my face. God… even her ‘oh I’ve gone and fucked up’ face is fucking gorgeous… “Yes.” Okay… I wasn’t expecting her to be honest about it! I was expecting her to lie, or maybe tell me it genuinely is just a coincidence and that Craig actually gave her my name instead of just saying ‘one of his staff would pick it up’ like she originally said. “Why?” “Because you’re cute. And you’ve been nervously trying to get the courage to talk to me all the other week, then you dropped off the face of the Earth. I just so happened to be chatting to Craig, telling him about this cute girl who keeps turning up at my shop. And the description of you made him realise it was you. So… he was trying to get you to come here so I could ask you out for lunch… I understand if you’re not interested now, sorry.” “So he knows I’m gay?” You could see her face light up, as if her assumption had been proven correct. “Pretty much. At least he figures you are, after I said you’d been too nervous to talk to me,” she looked like she wanted to say more, so I raised my eyebrows at her. “Well… are you?” Do I like being deceived? No. I don’t know anyone who does. But do I like being part of what could be part of a really cute fucking romcom movie that is super gay and adorable, with this woman I’ve been obsessing over for the past few weeks? Hell. Fucking. Yes. Like I said, I’m not an idiot. I guess Craig was doing it for the right reasons. Though I guess that also means I’m completely out of the closet now… “Depends,” I answered. “Depends on what?” she asked, her eyes narrowing. “On if you’re going to tell me your name or not…” “And if I tell you it… would you be interested in a lunchtime date with me right now?” “Maybe…” I teased, wondering where I had plucked all this courage from to act like this with her. “Maybe is good enough for me. I’m Samantha. Though you can call me Sam. And you are?” “You already know my name, Craig told you.” “Indulge me with this, please? I want to hear you say it.” “...Chloe.” “Well, Chloe, would you like to go for lunch with me?” she asked, her lustful eyes staring at me as she smiled. “Are you buying?” “Yup. Provided you don’t order something like lobster or something.” “What about cake?” “Cake is good. What cake though?” “Why is that important?” “I may want to get some… and I may want to share it with a cute girl…” I could’ve melted at that moment. And I very nearly did. But thankfully, I managed to hold it together for just a bit longer, to give my reply… “...Sure. I… I’d like that…” ====================================================== So... the plan is going well so far... 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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LittleFallenPrincess Posted September 21, 2025 Author Posted September 21, 2025 Chapter 7: Lunch Bound – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- Samantha I couldn’t help but notice how small she was compared to me as we walked down the high street, side by side, towards the only cafe I knew intimately. Like… she must be like 5’4 or something, maybe an inch or two bigger. And it’s not like I’m super tall or anything, I’m only 5’10, but compared to her I looked like a damn giantess. Which has its perks. It’s not like I go out of my way to find shorter women either, honestly I don’t really have a preference. I’ve dated taller women before, and they’re just as quick to get on their knees in front of me as the shorter ones were. Plus as a lot of dommes like to say… ‘height means nothing when they’re on their knees’. But… There are definitely advantages to dating a shorter sub. Especially if you’re into my main kink… as feeling physically smaller helps them feel mentally smaller. I decided on the cafe because I know the place. I know I’m a domme, and I don’t show it but I’m just as anxious as poor Chloe here. It’s why I love my bookshop. It’s why I love familiar things. Sure, I can turn on the confidence and mask my anxiety for a short time when needed, but for a hopefully intimate first date (if you can call it that), I’d like somewhere I feel comfortable and in control of. Somewhere I can feel confident enough to flirt with this girl properly without worrying about anything else. It’s the least she deserves. Plus I know Becks will make sure she gets a huge slice of cake, just so she can impress the girl on my behalf. She walked alongside me as I took the lead, heading in the direction of the cafe Becky is working at today. Chloe didn’t say a word the entire walk… but then neither did I. I guess I’m just as nervous about this as she is. But I have to appear confident if she’s going to want to date me. If I want her to take me seriously as a dominant. Hell… I know very little about this girl and I already feel a connection, enough for me to want to get to know her and ideally end up dating her. Though what if she’s not kinky? What if she’s not a submissive? What if she’s a domme like me, but she’s just more anxious than I am? I mean… she’s cute enough, I could maybe see myself dating her… but… No. Sam. Stop. You’re doing your usual thing and jumping ahead twenty steps. Next you’ll be planning the wedding and you don’t even know this poor girl’s last name. She could be a normie for all I know. Both in terms of nerdy stuff and kink. She could even hate snuggling. Oh god… that would be horrible. I’m a snuggler. Always have been. If she can’t handle my snuggly nature… But hey, that’s the ‘fun’ of dating. I guess. At least that’s what Becks says. Me… I’m not much of a dater. I prefer being in relationships. I don’t like the lead up to a relationship, the part where you’re still kinda feeling each other out and getting to know them. I personally want to jump ahead to the ‘waking up next to them and watching them get ready for work as I try to tease them back into bed’ phase, the ‘going abroad on holiday together’ phase, the ‘snuggling up and watching TV on the sofa whilst they’re padd-’ Yeah, I don’t like dating. I like relationships. But this girl… for some reason… I was excited getting to know all about her and getting to woo her. Flowers. I need to get this girl flowers. Sam… find out and remember to find out what flowers this girl likes. “Is this the place?” she asked as we reached the cafe door. I could already see it was getting kinda busy in there, which wasn’t doing my anxiety any good. “Yup. Let’s go find a booth and I’ll order us something to drink first. How does that sound?” I replied as I opened the door, holding it open for her to walk through. She smiled up at me. Oh my god… that smile is going to be the end of me. No amount of domme headspace will prevent me from giving in the first moment she pulls that smile on me… I’m done for. She has too much power already and she doesn’t even know it. “Sounds good!” she said as she walked in, and I quickly followed. “Hi, how can I- Oh hey Sam!” Becks called out from behind the counter, before she rushed out and over to greet us. “You… know her?” Chloe asked, turning to look at me, confusion on her face. “Chloe, this is Rebecca,” I replied. “She’s my best friend, and practically runs this place.” “Oh… okay… umm… cool!” she replied, with very little enthusiasm. Which instantly made me regret my choices. “Eating in for lunch? We have a booth in the corner free…” Becks quickly escorted us to the booth as soon as I nodded to her. Chloe and I slid in opposite sides of the table, putting our bags down and smiling awkwardly at each other. “Can I get you two lovely ladies a drink first?” “Coke,” Chloe replied. “Coffee please. You know how I like it,” I answered. “Coming right up, have a look at the menu whilst I go get those for you.” And as soon as Becks went away, leaving just the two of us alone… things got really awkward again. “So…” I trailed off, not knowing what to start with. ‘I’m such a great domme… I’m soooo good at taking the initiative…’ I thought to myself, cursing myself for being so useless. “She’s your friend?” Chloe asked. “Yeah. Becks and I go way back. I figured we’d come here so we could get a bigger piece of cake. Plus the food is really good.” “Oh… okay…” Did I fuck up by bringing her here? Fuck. “You okay?” I asked, nervously. “Yeah. Sorry… just… you saw how long it took me to come say hi to you the other week…” “Don’t feel anxious here, sweetie…” “I…” “I also suffer from anxiety. So I also understand that me saying ‘don’t feel anxious here’ isn’t actually going to help. But… Becks is lovely. She’ll make sure you’re comfortable. And if you need to leave, just do it, okay? Don’t have to tell me why or even tell me that you’re going, you can just get up and leave if you want. No pressure here.” “T… thanks…” I could see a little bit of comfort in her smile as she stared into my eyes. “I do hope you stay though. Promise I won’t come on as strong as I did the other we-” “...I liked that,” she said, interrupting me. “You did, huh?” I grinned at her… and instantly her cheeks began turning red. “I… umm…” I began laughing. I couldn’t help myself. “Umm… What's so funny? Did I do something wrong?” I quickly composed myself, not wanting to make this girl worry even more than she already is, and took a breath. “No hun. It’s just that you’re too cute. I could see you having me wrapped around your little finger.” “I… oh…” “Did I say something wrong?” “No… just… no one has said that before. I… umm… thank you?” “Chloe, you don’t have to be so formal with me. Why don’t we get to know each other? What kinds of things do you like doing in your spare time? Any hobbies?” “I… umm… I…” I could see she was hesitant about talking about herself. This is either due to shame or guilt. Though it could be shame for what her hobbies are… or shame for having interests. This girl is a lot more anxious than I am, so it could be either. “How about I go first?” I suggested. That perked her right up, as she smiled and nodded at me. “Well, I know it’s a bit cringe… but I like-” “She’s a massive nerd,” said a certain someone, butting in at the worst moment. I sighed heavily and turned to Becks, who was standing there, holding two drinks. She placed them down in front of us and winked at me. “You’re a nerd too?” Chloe asked me, taking both me and Becks by surprise. “Oh not you too…” Becks sighed. “Great. I’m going to be teamed up on. Right, have you two decided what you want to eat?” “Bacon sandwich, please. Ketchup,” I replied. “So the usual?” Becks sighed at me again, before turning her attention to my date. “And you, darling?” Chloe’s red cheeks turned even redder as she mumbled something. “Sorry hun, you’re going to have to speak up.” “Sandwich please. Turkey and stuffing,” Chloe said, using the quietest, most mouse-like voice she could manage. “Turkey sammich, and the usual for Sammy… Got it. I’ll be back with your food shortly.” And with that, Becks disappeared again. “I apologise for my friend, she’s very… forward. Anyway, so… you like nerdy stuff too?” I asked, breaking the ice again. “I… uh huh…” Chloe replied, avoiding eye contact and looking guilty. “What kind of things?” “Sci-fi. Fantasy. Video games. I have a thing for board games too.” “No way, me too!” “Seriously? You’re not just saying that to impress me?” “Nope. Give me some dungeons to raid and some dragons to fight, and some nat 20’s… and I’m a happy girl.” “What… what classes do you tend to play?” “Me? I tend to play bard, though I haven’t had a session in a long time. What about you?” “I… haven’t played yet. Always wanted to, but too nervous to find other like minded people. But if I did… I’d like to play a warlock.” “‘Sell your soul for power’ kinda girl, eh?” I said, grinning at her. “Kinda.” “Or do you just like being given rules and told what to do by hot demon women?” Got her. She’s definitely not not kinky. The blush on her face tells her she’s at least had those thoughts before… so there’s a good chance she’s at least open to kink. And hopefully… my kink. Because if she’s not into it… I genuinely don’t see it going anywhere. She’s adorable, I’ll give you that, and she’s sweet and shy and she’s a massive nerd… but that side of me is very important, and there’s no way I can suppress it for a relationship with someone who isn’t into it. I tried vanilla girls before. They’re lovely. And they are perfect… for vanilla people. But they’re not for me. “I… umm… yeah…” “I don’t blame you. Who can resist a temptress like that…” I said, trying my best not to pull out my ‘domme voice’. Apparently even my not-so-domme voice has the power to melt little blushy heads like hers… as her cheeks looked like they could power the entire country with the amount of heat radiating from them right now… “I… umm…” “Just teasing, don’t worry sweetie.” “Oh… okay…” Was it me or was there a little bit of disappointment in her voice just then? “Unless you like that… no shame if you do…” I don’t know why I was pressing it so much. I’m not usually this forward. But something about her just makes me want to do it. Something about her is just really bringing out that side of me… “I… I’m not very good at being an adult,” she said, taking me by surprise. Was she already a little and I just didn’t realise it? Or is she just another typical millennial like me who is overstressed by the societal pressures put on us? “Sorry…” she blurted out, seeming even more flustered. “That’s not something people are attracted to. Sorry.” “Oh petal, don’t worry. I completely understand. I don’t find it less attractive. Honestly, I like how honest you are and how open you are with me. Better than lying just to appeal to me then me finding out you’re not who you made yourself out to be. So please, Chloe, be as honest and open as you want with me.” “A… are you sure?” she asked, nervously. “I’m sure. Pinky promise.” “Then… you can be open and honest with me, please…” “I will.” I lied. There’s no chance of me being completely open with her. Not when I could send her running for the hills the moment I bring up that I so desperately want to put her backside in a na- “Then… yeah… I hate having to be this adult that everyone expects me to be. I enjoy work, I like my coworkers, I even like my boss… even if he did set this whole thing up with you. But… sometimes what I’d really love is to have all these worries and stresses taken away from me, let someone else take control of all that so I can stop being so stressed.” I was genuinely wondering if she was going to finish with ‘so I can just be a kid again’... which would’ve been perfect, but then life isn’t perfect. But… this is something I can work with. There is hope for this working out. I just need to be careful with how I act around her. Can’t push her too much too quickly, otherwise she’ll run for the hills. But a little teasing here, a little teasing there… taking over some aspects of her life so she can stress less… she’ll end up developing her own little side if it doesn’t exist already. This… this can work. “Sorry… No one wants a partner who they have to take care of,” she continued, looking even more nervous than before. “Everyone wants someone who can take care of themselves and give their half of the relationship. I understand if I’m a bit need-” “Shhhh…” I silenced her, bringing out my Mummy voice. “Sweetheart… I completely understand. And it doesn’t scare me off, in fact quite the opposite.” “Really? Why?” she asked, looking genuinely shocked by my response. “Because I just so happen to be one of those people who like to do everything for my partner. I like to sort out appointments, talk for them at restaurants… I’m not a control freak, but I do like to do things like that for my partners to make their lives easier…” She laughed. And oh my god… her laugh made my heart melt. “Haha… where were you when I moved to the city? I could’ve done with you instead of relying on my parents every few hours!” “You’re adorable,” I muttered, realising too late that I had said that out loud, instantly worrying that I had pushed it too far… When she blushed and smiled, tucking her hair behind her ear. “I… umm… so…” “Yes, sweetie?” I asked. “I have a question… if that’s okay?” “Of course, hun. Ask me anything…” “I… okay… umm… I don’t want to make it sound like I don’t like it, I’m just genuinely wondering…” “Go on…” “Why do you use all these cutesy pet names?” ====================================================== Seriously makes me so happy to know people are enjoying this story so far, given that it's my first down to earth, slice of life story. 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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LittleFallenPrincess Posted September 24, 2025 Author Posted September 24, 2025 Chapter 8: Pet Names Bound – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- Chloe “Why do you use all these cutesy pet names?” I asked, nervously. I really didn’t want her to think I was objecting against them, as I know some people don’t like names like that, especially from people they aren’t dating… but something about them made my heart flutter as they passed her luscious lips… and I wanted to know why. “Oh, sorry, I can stop if that makes you uncomfortable. It’s just a thing I do when I’m feeling comfortable with someone or I like them. Friends… partners… potential partners…” So she isn’t one of those people who calls everyone ‘hun’ or ‘love’ or whatever… they’re special words to her… so why is she using them on me? We only just met… “No… it’s okay. I don’t mind. They’re… cute.” “You don’t sound so sure,” she replied, taking me by surprise. I didn’t think I was that obvious… “I… no… I… umm…” “I can stop if you want… Sorry, it’s just a thing I do. Call it a… maternal instinct.” “Oh, do you have kids?” I asked. She just giggled slightly in response. “No. But I’m often referred to as ‘Mum’ by friends.” “Oh… okay,” I replied. I’ve known a few maternal people who tend to be protective of friends and others, despite being in their early twenties at the time with no kids. I guess Samantha’s no different, even though she’s a bit older than early twenties and more likely to actually have kids at her age. I… kinda like that about her actually. I did say that I hate being an adult, and here she is… an adult… a parent to take over and sort everything out for me. Ugh… I’m an idiot. I know she says she likes to do things for her partner, to take control… but she can’t seriously want a fuckup like me. A girl who calls her parents every other day asking about what to do about this bill or this issue at work… or sorting out housing issues. I mean I couldn’t even fix the shower the other week, my poor Dad had to drive all the way here just to fix it for me. It’s not just that I don’t like being an adult… I’m just bad at being one. Ordering food for me at a restaurant is cute and romantic and maternal, yes… but when she has to rescue me because my washing machine breaks down or because I can’t find my keys and I start panicking… she’s not going to find that attractive at all. But hey… if her friends call her ‘Mum’, then she must be used to things like this… right? She must be okay to deal with a neurotic mess like me… “You okay, sweetpea?” she asked, looking concerned. ‘Sweetpea’… that one is cute. I like sweetpea. “I’m okay… just… worried…” “About what?” “That you’ll find me a bit too much to handle.” “Hun, I very much doubt that. And if you’re talking about your anxiety, I know what it feels like.” “You do?” I asked, surprised. “I may not appear it… but I’m also a very anxious, socially withdrawn person. I need to build up the energy to go to events and stuff. I can put on an act for a while, but then I need to withdraw from everything social and hide away with a good movie marathon or gaming session.” “Me too! Though without ‘being able to put on an act’ part…” “You managed to come to my shop, didn’t you? You’re at a new place right now too and you’re coping well…” “Yeah, because you’re doing the talking and guiding me. And because I was ordered to by my boss.” “And I’m happy to do that in a relationship. Plus Craig is a pushover. You can’t use him as an excuse.” “Yeah but I’m a people pleaser… I can’t help it.” “Did you say yes to lunch just to please me?” she asked, sounding serious and less light hearted. “No!” I blurted out, without thinking. “I… umm… I wanted to…” “See, you made a decision to come to an unknown place with an unknown person. It may not seem like much, but you should be proud of yourself for doing this.” “You’re really good at the motherly pep talk, by the way…” “Told you!” she said, laughing quietly. Something about her tone, her mannerisms… everything about her… just made me feel at ease… feel comfortable… she really did give me the same feeling my Mum does when I’m out with her. But this was different. This was a mix of that… and pure lust. Like… I didn’t feel like this with my actual Mum (thank heavens…), but I feel some of the same comfort and safety I have when I went shopping with my Mum, on top of the desire to pounce on this woman and make out with her right here and now. “So… umm…” It was at that moment that our food was placed in front of us by Samantha’s friend, instantly ruining the moment. We ate in mostly silence, the only words that were uttered during our lunch were her asking me if I was enjoying my sandwich, and me replying with ‘Yeah, it’s really good!’. Which made me even more anxious. But once we had finished, Samantha smiled at me, making my whole body squirm in response. “Wha?” I asked. “Nothing. Just… you’re cute. And that I’d like to do this again.” “Umm… me too…” I mumbled. “What was that, cutie?” “I… I said m.. m… me too.” “Good girl, see, that wasn’t so hard was it?” ‘OHMYGODWHATTHEHELLWHATMAGICPOWERDOESSHEHAVEOVERME?’ My brain was short circuiting after that. My body was squirming. My thoughts were all over the place. And… and… I could’ve pounced on that woman right there and then if I didn’t have that one shred of my normal self still controlling my body. Like… seriously… Why did that sentence have such an effect on me? I know I’m a sucker for praise, but… that… that broke me. “I… no…” were the only words that my brain could form to reply to this witch… this seductive demon… Once Samantha had paid and whispered something to her friend, she escorted me out of the cafe, back onto the high street. “So I assume you have to go back to work?” she asked. “I… yeah…” “Well tell Craig the book hasn’t been delivered yet. Maybe it’ll give him an excuse to send you down to my shop again…” she said, winking at me. “I… are you sure? Will he not be mad?” “Chloe… he’s used to waiting for things…” she said, cryptically. “I… ummm… okay.” “So can I see you again then?” she asked. It’s the thing I was really hoping she’d ask, because I would love to see her again. “Sure! I… I’d love to!” “And maybe next time you can be a little bit less nervous around me. I promise I don’t bite, unless you consent.” “Cons-? I… umm… how about we pick somewhere a little less busy so we can chat properly?” “I’d like that,” she replied, smiling sweetly at me, before reaching for my hand. I didn’t resist, I just let her take it, as she lifted it up and kissed the back of it. “How about I cook for us?” “At… at your place?” I replied. “Well if it makes it easier, we can eat in the bookshop downstairs. That’s if you find bookshops romantic…” “DO I!” I blurted out, quickly realising I was loud enough for others to hear, so I covered my mouth with my hand. “Then how about tomorrow night? Come by the bookshop at closing time.” “I… I’d like that…” “Then, for now, au revoir!” “You speak French?” “Nope. Always wanted to, but never did. But I thought I’d sound more romantic if I said it that way…” “It totally worked…” I giggled. “I can tell,” she smiled back, holding back her laughter. “Right. Oh… let me give you my number then I’ll let you get back to work…” I stared at the number on my arm as I sat at my desk. This phone number was a lot more interesting than the clock. There was no pushback when I told Craig the book hadn’t been delivered yet, as if he knew that would be the answer… …Just how much was my boss getting involved in my love life? But then again, I never would have had the best lunchtime in my life… and I wouldn’t have a second date… if it wasn’t for him and Samantha and their sneaky machinations. Honestly though… I don’t really care that he set me up. Some people may, but Craig is a nice enough guy, and it wasn’t like a usual friend set up thing, he wasn’t just setting me up with a friend… he was setting me up with the girl I had tried talking to for an entire week but couldn’t muster up the courage. It just so happened that he knew her, so I guess it’s my good fortune that I should be focusing on. “You look… happy…” Amanda said, suspicion in her words. “Oh my god… is that a phone number? Did you get a guy’s number whilst you were out running errands for Craig? Or was it a girl’s?” “I… may have got someone’s phone number, yes…” I replied, being as vague as possible, because it was already enough that one person in this office knew about all this… I didn’t want it spreading around the office as today’s hot gossip. Because Craig I know will keep it to himself… Amanda is a different kettle of fish. She’d have spread it around every single inch of the building, even the offices rented by other businesses, by the end of the working day. “Get you! Finally getting some action! I knew you had it in you. I was worried you were gonna end up being a Nun or one of those people who wait til marriage.” “It’s still early days. We only just met… kinda. They’re cooking dinner for me tomorrow night.” “Oh. Em. Gee. You need to give me all the details on Wednesday. Promise?” “I… will try…” I replied, not wanting to share anything with her. Because as lovely as Amanda is, I don’t want her knowing too much about me. I don’t like anyone knowing too much about me really. Maybe it’s an anxiety thing. And with that… I got back to work, after quickly saving Samantha’s number in my phone (as I kept rubbing it with my thumb, thinking of her, and didn’t want it to rub away completely). I collapsed on my sofa after a very… unique… day. It’s been so long since I did anything social like this. Been… well… never… since I was last flirted with and went out on a date. I’ve… never really dated. I’m usually a bit of a shut in. No, that’s wrong. I have dated, but it’s not the usual dating experience of going out on dates, getting to know people, going to restaurants and being wooed. I’ve dated before, but we just kinda fell into relationships, and we mostly skipped the early stages of dating. So this was all new to me. But so far… I like it. So as I cuddled my little stuffed toy, the one I keep around to cuddle with (don’t judge me! I just like cuddling things and I don’t have anyone to cuddle… I’m not a kid or anything!), I began thinking about what she’s going to do for our date tomorrow… What will she cook? How romantic will the bookshop look? Will she dress it up a bit and make it romantic? Will she dress up a bit an- oh fuck. My body was already two steps ahead of my mind it seems, as I threw myself over the back of the sofa, landing on my feet with the gracefulness of a housecat, before bolting towards my bedroom, hoping to whatever higher being that I have something good to wear for my date… and most importantly… that it’s clean. A few more minutes. That’s all I needed. A few more minutes, watching the clock at work tick slowly, second by second… making it feel like an eternity. I had already gone to the bathroom and changed into my date outfit, the little sleek black dress I have for funerals and weddings and other special occasions. Look, it’s my nicest dress and I don’t often go clothes shopping, so it was this or jeans and a tee. And as much as I feel she’d like to see me in either, I’d like to make an effort. I even put a bit of makeup on… which garnered a lot of attention when I walked back into the office, all done up for the first time around them. Amanda was wolf-whistling, the other girls were going ‘ooooh!’, and even the guys couldn’t keep their eyes off me. Craig even popped his head out the door to check what all the commotion was. “Date night with Sam?” he asked. “Yeah… I replied.” “Well good luck. Just… be yourself.” “Thanks.” Annoyingly, this was loud enough for the office to hear, so they were all asking who ‘Sam’ is… and Amanda filled them in, saying I got ‘his’ number yesterday whilst I was running errands, probably trying to cover up the fact I’m a lesbian, as I’m not out to the others yet. I didn’t play along with their fantasy of me meeting some nice guy called Sam… but I also didn’t correct them. I just… stayed silent as they all gossiped about my date tonight. But thankfully, it was only a minute or two to go… and I was ready to bolt out the door. Well… bolt as quickly as I can wearing these infernal heels that I regret putting on. “So… what does Sam do for a-” Before Amanda could finish that sentence, as soon as the clock hit the hour… I was up and heading out. “Sorry, gotta go, otherwise I’ll be late. I’ll tell you more tomorrow…” ====================================================== Don't forget I'm on Subscribestar! 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LittleFallenPrincess Posted September 28, 2025 Author Posted September 28, 2025 Chapter 9: Date Bound – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- Samantha “You look beautiful, by the way. Though you didn’t have to make an effort for me…” “I could say the same about you…” she replied, sitting across from the small table I had set up in the corner of the shop. It was low enough that we had to sit on cushions on the floor, but high enough that we could tuck our legs underneath and eat properly, surrounded by piles of books. The lights were on low, so we weren’t relying on the candlelight from the centre of the table to see our food, but to make it dim enough so it set the romantic mood I was seeking. “But I wanted to make an effort for you…” I said, looking down at my best plum coloured dress, the one I tend to wear when I’m feeling a bit dominant… but also want to flirt with the person. And I picked wisely, as she was looking at me more than she was looking at her food. She even missed her mouth with the fork full of spaghetti a couple of times… and oh my god… it felt like my Mummy side was about to burst and take over… I so desperately wanted to wipe her mouth clean and feed her… But then she must have had the same idea as me regarding dresses, because I too couldn’t keep my eyes off her. She told me something about it being her ‘smartest dress’, but there’s no way I believe that. She must know how gorgeous she looks in that sleek black dress… “This food is really good! Did you make this yourself? You must be a really good cook!” she said, her mouth half full of spaghetti, the sauce dripping onto her chin slightly, making my Mummy side rattle its cage bars within me again. “I’m glad you like it. But no… I’m not good at cooking. No matter what my Dad tried to teach me, I just…” “Then how…?” “He may have got it started before you got here, then left. All I had to do was stir it and plate it. Sorry to break the illusion,” I laughed awkwardly, hoping she wasn't turned off by the fact I had to call ‘Daddy’ to come help me. And I’m supposed to be a caregiver… “Well it’s really good. Maybe I’ll cook for you next time then.” “Oh, are you a good cook?” I asked. “Yeah, my Mam taught me. Especially since I was moving to ‘the big city’ and would need to ‘fend for myself’... it has definitely come in handy. Because otherwise I would’ve just ordered-” “Takeaways? Like the ones I get most nights?” “‘Most nights’? Oh I really need to cook for you…” she giggled. “You really are just a little sweetheart, aren't you?” She began blushing and quickly focused on her food. Thankfully her cooking for us doesn’t ruin the illusion of me being the dominant. Again… if that is something she’s even interested in. No idea if she’s even kinky, let alone a submissive, let alone… well… yeah. “I… just like cooking.” If she wasn’t a little already, she definitely has the makings of one. That little voice that just came out melted my heart. She’s going to be such a Mummy’s girl… “Well, let me top up your wine, then you can tell me all about Chloe.” “What do you want to know?” she asked as I poured her a glass of the cheapest bottle of wine I could find that didn’t look like swill. “You say you moved to the big city. That means you come from a smaller town or village. Whereabouts are you from?” “The nearest town. Came here for job opportunities… and to find more people like me.” “Nerds?” I asked, grinning at her. “Gay. And nerds. And gay nerds.” We both started giggling at each other. “So are your parents supportive?” “Yeah. They were a bit taken aback at first, but they quickly became my biggest supporters. And there aren’t that many queer girls back in my hometown, so they encouraged me to find better work and romantic opportunities here.” “It’s good advice. There is a much larger queer scene here, especially around kink circles.” Shit. “Kink circles?” she asked, confused. Fuck and shit. “I…” Fuck and shit and piss and every other curse word under the sun that I can’t think of right now because my brain has chosen to forget everything but fuck, shit and piss. “Like… BDSM and that stuff? Is that like a big thing here?” she asked. Okay Sam… you can salvage this. “There’s a lot of links between kink and sexuality, so when you find one you tend to find the other. Why, is that something you’re into?” “Bondage and stuff? I… umm…” she quickly became flustered. But I couldn’t tell if it was because she was into it herself and was too embarrassed, or if she was just nervous talking about kink and sex. I’ve been in the community too long to get embarrassed by any of the terms. I know newbies who still can’t say ‘diaper’ or ‘nappy’ without bumbling their words and shutting down… it’s adorable. “No… just… I have no experience with it… do you?” “I’ve experimented a bit,” I replied. I wasn’t lying… I was just bending the truth and being extremely vague. “I know a lot of kinky people though, as they’re all part of the scene, both the kink and the queer ones.” “Oh okay… I dunno if I could do that…” “Do what?” “Whips and chains and stuff…” I laughed, which seemed to make her feel a bit more at ease as some colour rushed to her cheeks. “It’s a bit more than that. But yeah, it’s not for some people.” “What are you into?” she asked. “Get to know me a bit more first, sweetie, then maybe I’ll tell you…” You could see her melt in real time. Her eyes glazed over, her body squirmed ever so slightly. She shuffled in her place. And the most obvious sign… her cheeks turned bright red this time rather than the peach she was showing just moments earlier. “So… what about you then? Where are you from?” she asked, changing the subject quickly. “Here, in the city.” “And your parents? Are they supportive of you?” “Very. Well… Dad is. Lost Mum.” “Oh… I’m so sorry…” “Nah, it’s okay poppet. It was a long time ago now.” There’s no way I’m telling her the truth. That my Mum nearly disowned me and caused a massive rift between her and Dad when I came out… that she threw every verbal abuse under the sun at me, calling me wicked… evil… cursed… So you must wonder why I keep this shop looking the same way she kept it. It’s simple… I still loved her. She was ill, she was dying, she wanted the best for me… and she said some horrible things. Things I will never forgive her for. But she was still my Mum. And I’m not just someone who lets people walk over her… unless it comes to my parents. “Still… sorry. Let’s move onto something else… so umm… your bookshop! Is this something you bought or…?” “Dad left it to me when he retired. Though I’m not doing a great job at running it. I mean… look at it…” I waved my arm, indicating to… well… the entire shop and the mess it was currently in. “I like bookshops like this though. I don’t like the big chain ones. They’re too clean… too clinical.” “You’re like me then!” I smiled at her, making her blush again. “I guess so.” “So you work for Craig? Do you enjoy it?” I asked, trying to give her a break from coming up with questions. “Umm…” “What’s up?” “Nervous to say anything… in case of it getting back to him…” “Don’t worry, poppet. Nothing will get back to him. I’m not even that close with him. He’s more Becks’... friend.” ‘Friend’ was doing a lot of lifting in that sentence. But I couldn’t exactly say ‘one of many sexual partners that she dominates and has on his hands and knees licking her boots clean’... “Oh… so… I can be honest with you?” she asked, nervously. “Go ahead. Pinky promise that nothing will get back to him.” That seemed to reassure her enough for her to answer. “I… love it. But….” “‘But’?” “...I have no idea what the company actually does! And I’ve worked there for six months. I just do some basic admin work. And none of that tells me what it is that this company does.” “Thinking about it… I also have no idea what it is he does.” We both went silent for a second, before we both burst into laughter. Once she had wiped away her happy tears, she looked back up at me. “So Becks… She was… nice. Does she own that cafe?” “Nope. But she practically runs it. She’s the manager for it, and does pretty much everything for it. Honestly, she should own it.” “She was very lovely.” “She’s been my bestie for… well… far too much of my life. I trust her with everything. And I could tell she loved you the moment she saw you.” “You could?” “Oh yes. You didn’t see, but she did a thumbs up thing when you weren’t looking. Not that I need her approval, but I think you two would get on well.” “How so?” “She’s very… brash. Very bold. She’s like the complete opposite from you, and sometimes you need that kind of person in your life. I’m like a sort of middle ground, I’m anxious and reserved, but I can be bold when needed.” “Are you saying I’m some timid little field mouse or something?” she asked, pouting at me ever so slightly. “Am I wrong?” I grinned at her, hoping I wasn’t offending her. A small moment of silence lingered in the air before she finally opened her mouth… “...Squeak…” Funny and cute. I don’t stand a chance against her. She’ll be able to disarm me with just a look… “So…” she said, looking out through the shop door window at the rain that had come out of nowhere during out lovely, long date… “Umm… I didn’t bring an-” “You are welcome to stay the night, if you want, sweetie. But I understand, it’s a first date. So if you don’t stay, please be careful getting home with the weather like this.” “Maybe next time I will… but yeah, I think I should get home. Got work in the morning and that bottle of wine may make it difficult getting there with the inevitable hangover I’m going to have.” “Let me call you a taxi then. You can’t drive, obviously. And it’s better than walking home in this downpour.” “You sure?” I began booking a taxi through the app on my phone as soon as she began her sentence, and it was booked in mere seconds. The wonders of technology. “I’m sure. And you can borrow my umbrella to get to the taxi. Will you be able to get back into the city centre to get your car from work tomorrow? I assume you’ll take a bus like you did the other week?” She blushed. “Yeah. I can get the bus tomorrow and get my car after work. I… umm…” “What’s up, sweetpea?” “I’d like to do this again… if at all possible.” “I’d like that too,” I replied, smiling at her, as we stood by the front door to the shop, the street lights illuminating her beautiful face. I so desperately wanted to kiss her… but I wanted to take things slowly with her. It’s not like I wanted her to make the first move or anything, or ask to be kissed… but I also didn’t want to come across as too forward. “Friday? You come around to my place and I cook?” she suggested. I’m surprised by her forwardness. I was expecting her to be a bit more resistant, but then I had done the very forward thing of inviting her for dinner here for our first date. And I’m not going to lie… from the way she talked about how she loves to cook… I’m excited to try it. “Sounds like a date.” “Details. Now.” She had called me the second I had sent her a text saying I just got Chloe into a taxi. As if she was waiting all night to find out how it went. “Becks… You can’t just order me around like you do your subs. You know this,” I replied, sitting in the corner of my bookshop, at the table we had our date at, staring at the candle and smiling as I thought about what a wonderful night this had been. “Yes, but I’m invoking best friend privilege #472. All details, no matter how juicy, must be shared with the official best friend. Especially those that involve kissing and/or sex. “There was no kissing, and definitely no sex. And there are also no ‘best friend rules’, you’re just making it up again like you always do. What was the last one? Best friend privilege #264… If you have ice cream, you have to share? You know that won’t work on me.” “One of these days it will. And I’ll write up the entire rulebook. Just watch me!” “With your ADHD? Not a chance,” I replied, giggling. “Shush. Anyway… why no kiss? I thought it went well?” “I never said how it went. But yes, it went well… I just didn’t want to go too f-” “If you say too fast, I’m going to spank you, Missy…” “Try it. And you’ll end up in a hug jacket and nappy next to your sub…” “Fine. But you definitely should have kissed her at the very least.” “Maybe. But I guess it’ll just give her something to be excited for now.” “As if you’re not exciting enough? Sam, stop wallowing in self pity. You’re a catch. Next time… kiss the girl!” “What, you’re now a crustacean in a kids movie now?” “Maybe I am. Though I’m not doing the accent.” “Good call. But yes, we have a date on Friday. I’m going around to hers for dinner. And maybe I’ll kiss her then.” “Ooooh, is she cooking for you now? Your Daddy’s cooking not good enough for her?” Becks teased. “She loved it, but apparently she’s a bit of a chef herself. Loves cooking, apparently, so I’m excited to try hers.” “Well I wish you all the luck. Just hurry up and get laid so you can ask her to be your submissive girlfriend who COMES TO EVENTS AND DOESN’T LURK LIKE A MOODY COW. Speaking of… does she seem like she’d be open to the idea of regressing?” “No idea. Not pushed it with her. I’m worried I’ll scare her off. I have been dropping little hints here and then. Oh and I nearly fucked up when I nearly outed myself as a dominatrix.” I didn’t even have time to continue that sentence before Becky cut me off, sounding more excited than ever… “Details. 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! 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LittleFallenPrincess Posted October 1, 2025 Author Posted October 1, 2025 Chapter 10: Cooking Bound – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- Chloe I know she gave me a list of things she doesn’t like, but she never actually told me her favourite foods and what things she prefers to eat. And now it’s Friday and she still hasn’t told me. So… I may have gone a tad overboard. Originally I had planned a pasta bake. But then I realised that was too close to what we ate at her bookshop the other day… so I also made another dish in case she didn’t want more Italian food. And then another dish if she didn’t like that. And two desserts. And two starters. And then three types of wine, as I wasn’t sure if red was her favourite, as that’s what we had with our meal, or if she was just drinking it because she thought I’d like it. Personally I prefer a rosé, and that’s only if I drink wine at all. The sauce was simmering, the desserts had ample time to rest and cool, the soup was just about done… and she was due here any minute. I’d been dashing about my apartment like a madwoman, trying not just to cook, but also to get ready for my date tonight… as I really needed everything to be perfect. After our amazing meal the other night, I needed to show her that I was genuinely interested in her. Fuck… what if by going so overboard I showed too much interest? I swear that’s what people used to say to me… ‘leave them wanting’, ‘leave them thinking you have only a passing interest’… all that straight nonsense about ‘wanting what you can’t have’ bullcrap. But… that was just rubbish, right? Ugh, I hope so. I hope she appreciates it all. She has to. I really like this woman… and I really need to put myself out there. The way she treated me on our first date… no one had treated me that way. No one had cooked for me, at least not in a romantic setting like that. And it was more special to me than she could ever imagine. So I’m determined not to fuck this up tonight. *ding dong* Fuck. That must be her. This can be left simmering… at least it smells good… right… Chloe… you got this… She stood there, speechless, in her beautiful ruby red dress that hugged her curves all the way down to her ankles. Her hair had been put up into this adorable little bun, and her makeup was flawless. Fuck. Had I fucked up already? “I…” she said, before going quiet again. “What’s up?” I asked, nervously, regretting asking as I’m worried I won’t like the answer. “You weren’t kidding when you said you had one nice dress…” she said, before she started giggling. “Shit…” DOUBLE SHIT. I said that instead of thinking it. Fuck Chloe… you really are useless, you know that? “Just means we need to take you out shopping sometime. Unless you're more of a jeans and tee kinda girl…” “At home, yes. Though I really could do with more formal wear,” I replied, awkwardly. “Especially if I’m to take you out on dates to places… but no, don’t worry hun. You didn’t even need to dress up for me. I bet you look gorgeous in pyjama bottoms and a cami…” You could see her mind wandering in real-time. To where… I guess I’ll never know, as this woman seems more and more of a mystery the more I talk to her. But you could see her trying not to bite her lip… so it was clear she was thinking something interesting… But what’s so attractive about pyjama bottoms and a cami? I guess they’re kinda cute… maybe that’s what she prefers? Cute over sexy? “So…” “So… What’s for dinner?” she asked as I escorted her further into my apartment, having made sure I closed the front door behind us. “A choice…” “A choice? Wow, you spoil me! What are the options? And how long will they take to prepare? Because I’m starving…” “They’re all ready,” I replied. “Wait… you cooked them all… already?” “I… umm… yes?” “You adorable little thing.” Her pet names were like a certain green meteor rock to me. They disarmed me and made me feel… things… “I… just didn’t know what you liked. You told me what you don’t like, but not what you liked…” “So you made multiple options? Hun, you really didn’t need to. But I appreciate it. Such a thoughtful little gir- I mean… what’s for drinks?” “White, red, rosé… take your pick.” She didn’t say a word, she just smiled at me, endearingly. “That was… a lot of food…” she said, sighing and relaxing back in her seat, letting her stomach have some breathing room. “Yes, but was it good?” I asked, after trying to keep up with her in regards to how much of the food that was eaten. “I still can’t believe you ate so much. I had to give up halfway through…” “That’s because you were eyeing the apple crumble and custard… don’t think I didn’t see you keeping room in your tummy for dessert…” “...Guilty. I’m like a kid when it comes to desserts…” She liked something about what I just said, but I couldn’t tell what. Maybe she likes desserts too? Ooooh maybe she wants to share a romantic dessert at a restaurant sometime? I’ve always wanted to try that… “So…” “So…” “Now what?” she asked. “Want to watch something? A movie perhaps? Or did you have something planned?” “Shit. I spent most of this afternoon after work getting ready and cooking… I didn’t plan for anything else, sorry…” “That’s okay. How about we binge watch the latest series of Witches and Warlocks?” “Ooooh yes! I haven’t had a chance to watch it, normally I’d have watched the entire thing in one sitting by now, but now I work a full time job, I don’t have the time anymore to do stuff like that.” “Well as much as I’d like to stay and binge watch the entire season, we’d be here until the early morning, and I’d need to get back, otherwise Smudge will yell at me.” “Yeah you can’t do that to Smudge. I like Smudge. Smudge is cute.” “Not as cute as you though…” she teased. “I… umm… I’ll go clear these dishes away, you go get on the sofa and find the remote. You should be able to get into my streaming account and find the show. I’ll be like… five minutes.” “Or… how about I help you wash the dishes and we leave the show for now?” “But that’s not exactly date-worthy. Plus washing dishes is my job.” “Hun, you just cooked multiple meals. I can see the multiple pans and pots and utensils you used and they all need washing. Please… let me help. Otherwise…” “Otherwise?” “I’ll do it all myself.” I’d feel too bad if she did that. And I don’t even know if she’s being serious or not… so I sighed and nodded at her, grabbing my plate and standing up, whilst she did the same, and I felt a small pang of guilt. “So you turned up covered in mud?” she asked, after I had just told her a humiliating story from my childhood, at her insistence. We had managed to clean all but this last plate. She did the washing, I did the drying. And it got done a lot quicker than it’d normally take. Not going to lie… I was initially dreading the cleaning up, but doing it with her was really nice. It let us chat about families, about our hobbies, about a bunch of stuff. I still felt guilty that she was helping me do something I should do by myself, but it was nice having help. And for some weird reason, she seemed to like helping. “Uh huh. Parents were cursing me as they escorted me into the shower, fully clothed. What about you? Any embarrassing childhood stories?” I asked. “Nope. I was a very mature kid. I didn’t get up to mischief.” “What about now?” I grinned at her. “Oh I get up to all sorts…” she laughed. “But you’ll have to wait to find out.” “Awww! That’s not fair! I shared a story!” “Hun… there are things you don’t know about me. I’m dark and mysterious and-” “And a complete nerd who is trying to be edgy?” I replied, cutting her off. “...Yes,” she giggled. Oh my god… even her giggle was heavenly. How was I on a date with such a gorgeous woman? “But there are things that I don’t share on the first date.” “This isn’t the first date.” “It’s close enough to the first date.” “Pleeeeeeeeeease?” I whined, like a little kid. I could see this was having an effect on her. So I pulled the puppy dog eyes that I’d use on my Dad all the time. Even though that only worked half of the time on him these days. “You know you won’t always be able to use that on me? I will gain some resistance to it…” she growled. “Yes, but it’s working now, isn’t it?” “Sweetie. I promise you it’s nothing sinister or a red flag.” “Says the one who is keeping a secret from her potential girlfriend…” “Key word being potential…” “Then make me your girlfriend so you can tell me!” Maybe I was coming on a bit too strong. I don’t know what it is about her… she makes me feel like I can open up around her more than anyone else I’ve ever met. She gives me this weird confidence to be more forward than usual… to be myself… Though maybe I should back off a- “Maybe I will…” she responded, taking me by surprise. Fuck. I’m not used to flirting. I wasn’t ready for that response. “I… umm… I wouldn’t be averse to that…” I mumbled back in response. “After only two dates? Are you sure?” “Something about you… I dunno… I just… I don’t believe in love at first sight… but… I got…” “I got the same feeling hun. But I also don’t want to rush things with you.” “I don’t like the ‘will they, won’t they’ relationships in movies and books. I… I don’t like relationships early on.” “Me neither, but I’m also not wanting to rush things or to scare you off…” “Scare me off? With what? About how kinky you are?” There. I said it. The thing I had a gut feeling about for days now. Her talk the other day about how ‘queer circles and kink circles are a lot closer’ or something or other… it sounded as if she knew from experience. And no amount of ‘friends are into it’ can hide that. I’m inexperienced, not stupid. “I…” “Thought so. Tell me. I promise I won’t kick you out or run for the hills or tell anyone. It’s just that I’d rather know up front, I don’t like suspense. So do you want to tie me up and all that stuff? Or do you have one of those weirder ones? Oh… are you into feet?” I could see how she desperately wanted to tell me. But she was still hesitant. “Pleeeeeeeeeeeeease?” I whined, taking a sip of my wine. “Yes,” she sighed, rolling her eyes at me. “I’m kinkier than I made out to be. But that doesn’t mean I’m ready to share with you what kinks I’m into. But yes, bondage is one of them.” “ONE?” I burst out, nearly spitting out the wine. “Do you not have multiple kinks?” she asked, calmly taking a sip of her wine. She seemed genuinely surprised at this, as if she didn’t believe me. “I… don’t even have one…” I mumbled. “Oh come on, everyone has at least one.” “I genuinely don’t. I don’t know what to tell you. I never really looked into it. I guess I like some of the aesthetics of BDSM, having control taken away from you and all that. Latex is shiny and pretty. Though I never got the appeal of being tied up. But then I never got the appeal of anything… because I had never tried any of it…” “Never tried… Chloe… Tell me if I’m overstepping boundaries… but have you ever been with someone before? Have you never done anything kinky with anyone?” “Not for a while, I’m not a virgin or anything. But I haven’t done anything kinky.” “Have you been with a woman?” “I… kissed one… once…” “But you’ve never had a relationship with one?” “Not really a big queer scene in my town. And I’ve been too anxious to try to meet people since I moved here… I’ve had relationships in the past but they weren’t actual relationships… they didn’t go anywhere and we didn’t really do anything…” “Then we really need to take things more slowly. I’m sorry hun.” “No! Don’t treat me like some kind of child,” I whined, sounding… very much like a child, to my annoyance. She started giggling. Why was she giggling? “What’s so funny? I asked, annoyed and confused now. “Nothing.” “No. Tell me!” I sounded way more stern than I’d wanted to sound. But my frustration at being treated like I needed to be handled with care rubbed me the wrong way. Just because I don’t have much experience… doesn’t mean I need to be treated like I’m fragile. “Look, I’m kinky. And normally I wouldn’t date vanilla girls-” “Who says I’m vanilla?” I asked. “You. You literally just said you don’t have any kinks…” “I…” Okay, she had a point. I did just say that. But she’s wrong. I’ve got kinks… right? I… I’ve just never thought about it. “Have you got any fantasies?” “Umm…” I wasn’t used to talking about sex with people. Most of my friends back home weren’t ones to talk about kinks and all that. They were all straight, it was just about straight ‘vanilla’ sex, as Sam would probably put it. “I… maybe?” “Like?” “I watched this one episode of a show… the main character… umm…” “Sweetie, I promise I won’t laugh or judge.” “They… got turned into a doll… and… I’ve thought about that… a lot… when umm… yeah…” “Oh! So you do have a kink!” “I do?” I asked, confused by her outburst. “Yes sweetie, dollification. Not one of my main ones, but I do love dressing a dolly up…” HOW ARE MY CHEEKS NOT AFLAME RIGHT NOW? THEY CERTAINLY FEEL IT! “I… I… wait… ‘main’?” “Hun, I’d normally leave the kink chat for maybe the sixth date or something, but I really like you and I want to be honest and I respect your dislike for suspense. That and I can’t resist that adorable pleading face of yours… but sweetie, I’m into a lot. And I mean a lot. I have some ‘main’ kinks, and then a bunch of ones I can enjoy but I don’t tend to focus on.” “So what are your ‘main’ ones?” She clutched the tea towel in her hand, and I could see her visibly shaking. She genuinely was nervous of scaring me off with this. Was it really that fucked up? “I’m… what’s known as a domme. You know what that is?” “A dominatrix?” “Yes. I prefer taking the lead, being the dominant one in the relationship.” “So you’d be in control… and you’d make me do what exactly? Worship you? Be a footstool?” I was just trying to think back to what I had seen on TV, though most of those revolved around wealthy businessmen being degraded by a stern woman… which was kinda hot now that I think about it… at least the being dominated by a woman part, not the man part. “If that’s something you’d want to try, but it’s not something I’d enforce. No… I’m a particular brand of domme and… ugh… sorry… I was planning to have this whole speech and presentation to show you to get you to understand all this… but I wasn’t expecting to give it tonight!” “I know, I sprung it on you, but look, I’m still here. I’m not scared off. If anything… I want to know more. Not just about this ‘dominatrix’ thing, but what you’re really into…” “Look… Becks is more of a traditional domme…” “Your friend Becky is into it too?” “Fuck. Sorry. Umm… maybe I shouldn’t have said that… but look, she’s more into the crops and leather and worship and all that stuff…” “And you? What’s different about your domme… stuff?” “I… look… I don’t want kids.” “Me neither. But what does that-” “But I’m extremely maternal,” she replied, cutting me off. “Right… and? You want to…” That’s when it hit me. “...Oh.” “Are you okay hun?” “Umm… so when you say you’re ‘maternal’… you like being called Mommy or whatever, right? I know some girls who call their partners Daddy as a bit of fun, and I had jokingly called some video game characters Mommy because they were hot and…” “Mommy-like? Dominant? Nurturing? Maternal?” she replied, finishing off my sentence for me, somehow knowing all the words I meant to say but could not form in my head at this moment in time. “I… umm… yeah…” I couldn’t believe I had just admitted that. It was just a running joke between friends on some online games I play. I had never thought people would actually want to call their partners Mommy… but it makes sense with the whole ‘Daddy’ thing that some people would want the same but from a woman. “So yes… I like to be the ‘Mommy’ in the relationship.” “And what… I act like a kid or something?” “Sort of…” “Wait… isn’t that… a bit…?” I said, trying to lead to that very awkward point that I was desperately hoping wasn’t the case. “NOPE! Nothing to do with actual ones, it’s just roleplay between consenting adults only!” she replied, trying to emphasise her point as much as she could to clear things up and prevent scaring me off. I breathed a sigh of relief. A lot of people would instantly jump to the conclusion that if you’re into the mommy thing then they’d also be into… you know… but I’m glad to see that’s not the case. It’s just roleplay. Between consenting adults. Good. I can turn off the alarm in my brain now. “So what role would I play if we… say for example… did get into a relationship and wanted to try it…” “Think… younger.” “Little kid?” She indicated downwards using her finger. Clearly I was aiming too high still. “Toddler?” “Sometimes… but no, lower…” The lightbulb in my head sparked a bit as my brain began diverting the realisation of what she was suggesting to power the bulb… “...Oh.” ====================================================== 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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Moon3ye Posted October 2, 2025 Posted October 2, 2025 This conversation could have taken part with me too. My best friend regularly describes me as the smartest and dumbest person he knows. And that's exactly what I would be. Sometimes I need a light bulb to go off in my head, oh my goddesses.
LittleFallenPrincess Posted October 5, 2025 Author Posted October 5, 2025 Chapter 11: Blanket Bound – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- Samantha “You can be honest with me, Chloe…” I said, after quickly regretting everything I had said tonight. This was all going way too fast for me. I know I don’t like the lead up to a relationship either, but this is too quick for even myself. It’s only the second date and she managed to tease my biggest secret out of me. I swear she should be an interrogator, the way she got this out of me. And it’s not like I put up much of a fight, I practically blurted out everything. Now she knows my biggest secret. I’m not one to seek vanilla people to date, but I’ve also had some bad experiences in my past, and I’ve been single for a while… and this girl seemed so cute and perfect and yes I imagined her in thick padding waddling around, calling for her Mummy… and I was powerless to resist. Did I fuck this up by talking too much, too quickly? We had barely drunk any of the wine, and I feel like I drank way more than she did. So… so why isn’t she running for the hills? Just because she said she wouldn’t? No… she had the opportunity to kick me out. But she hasn’t. She stood there, drying her hands, dumbstruck at me telling her that she’d be the ‘baby’ in our relationship. Fuck. Fuck and shit. Fuck and shit and piss. “So… umm…” “It’s okay. If that’s a limit for you, I can just leave-” “NO!” she blurted out, holding out her still-slightly-soapy hand. Clearly she hadn’t done a great job with the tea towel. And it was taking every ounce of restraint not to dry her hands for her… “Please… stay… I… I don’t want you to leave. This… this hasn’t scared me off. I just… look… it’s kinda weird, you must admit…” “Oh I know how weird it is. But it’s also one of the most rewarding, most amazing things in a relationship.” “How so?” her look of nervousness changed in an instant. She was genuinely intrigued. “The bond between a mother and her baby… it’s special. Do you agree?” “I guess. Me and my Mum have always been close. But I also don’t want her to… oh my god… do you change nappies?” I didn’t say a word. Mostly because I didn’t know how to respond without freaking her out. “You do! That’s so weird…” It’s one thing to find it weird, but it was bordering insulting now, and that’s something I wasn’t going to just stand here and take. “Look, if you’re not into it, that’s okay, just-” “No! Please! I’m sorry if I sounded insulting. I didn’t mean to. Please… continue, you said something about the bond…” “...It’s like a typical dominant/submissive bond. Having someone rely on you for things, to relinquish control to another… it’s more special than any vanilla would know. And the same goes the other way around. To be gifted that by your submissive… It's special. Sorry, I don’t know any better word.” She giggled a bit. “That’s alright.” “But yes, a Mummy and a little-” “What’s a little? Is that what the submissive is in this scenario?” “Yes. It’s someone who plays or mentally regresses to a younger age. But a Mummy and a little have a bond that transcends even the normal domme/sub one. Because a baby relies on their Mummy for everything…” “I guess so… so you’d what, dress them up? Feed them? Change them?” “Exactly. But only when they’re in their little headspace. Their ‘littlespace’ as it’s often referred to.” “Is there a ‘Mummyspace’ too?” she asked, which surprised me. Most littles I talk to don’t care about the caregiver side of it. Not to say all of them are like that, but a lot of the littles who talk to me online are extremely selfish and just want me to baby them, they never think about me as a person or about my headspace. It’s why I’ve struggled to find someone new since my last relationship.” “Yeah, there is. I… umm…” I trailed off a bit, not sure as to whether or not I should mention it. “You what? Saaaaaaam… tell meeeeeeee…” There goes that adorable pleading face of hers. The one I can’t seem to resist. “...Fine.” I sighed. “I’m in it a lot around you…” “You are? Why?” “‘Tell meeeee…’” I whined, imitating her voice as best I could. “And the fact you’ve still got soapy hands… and the way you look at me… and…” Her cheeks turned bright red as she looked down at her hands. So I took the initiative… hoping this wasn’t going too far… and wrapped my tea towel, the one I had been clutching, around her hands, and rubbed them dry for her… slowly… softly… taking my time with it… being as intimate as possible. “I… umm… I guess I’m a worse adult than I pretend to be then… if… if you’re already wanting to look after me…” “Do you like this?” I asked, still cradling her hands in mine, with the tea towel keeping them wrapped up. “I… umm…” “I was honest with you. Please be honest with me, Chlo…” “It’s… nice…” she blushed, mumbling, her words losing structure as I could see her little brain melting right before my eyes. There it is. There’s her littlespace. I knew she’d have it, even if she hasn’t realised it yet. “It’s not just the baby treatment, sweetie. It’s taking care of you in various little ways. Even when we’re not playing, I like to take care of my partner. To do little things like this. Like brushing your hair. Like holding your hand so you don’t run away when we’re out. Like making sure you’ve eaten and brushed your teeth. Talking to people in public for you. Making appointments and taking you to them. Making sure you’re healthy and happy.” “I… guess when you put it like that… it’s… kinda nice…” she mumbled, her words still sounding like they were falling apart. “Look, I’ve told you everything. Well… everything that’s important. I’ve told you what I’m into. I’ve shared with you my most intimate part of myself, my biggest secret. So I understand if you don’t want to continue this relationship, if you want to find someone with less… ‘eccentric’ interests… all I ask is that you keep this to yourself.” “Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone.” “Thank you, Chloe. Now… I… I think I should go.” I didn’t want to, but I wasn’t sure if she was too freaked out or not to keep company. I had originally planned for a slow reveal, to test the waters so to speak, to find out if she’d be open to the possibility of being a little… but then she had to be so damn cute and tease it out of me! She just stood there, silent, so I took that as my answer and placed the tea towel on the kitchen counter and turned to leave. As I walked up to the coat hanger by the front door to her apartment to grab my coat, I heard a rush of footsteps coming from behind, followed by something tightly grabbing my hand. “Please don’t go. I… I want to know… more.” As I turned, I saw that pretty little face, crying. “Oh poppet, what’s up?” I said, walking closer, her hand refusing to let go of mine. “I… liked it.” “Liked what, sweetie?” “When you dried my hands. I… I never felt anything like that before. I…” “Use your words, poppet…” Her eyes widened in shock as it was clear that sentence did something to her. “How do you do that…?” “Do what?” I asked, softly. “Make me feel so…” “What do I make you feel?” “...Small.” YES! THERE IT IS! I KNEW IT! I KNEW IT IN MY HEART! Keeping my composure as best I could, trying to appear like the confident adult I wanted her to see me as, I reached out with my other hand and took her free one in that so I was holding both of hers in mine. “So you feel small. Is that a good or a bad feeling? In what way do you feel small?” “It’s… umm… I… it’s hard to describe. I feel… safe… but also… vulnerable… fragile… but it felt… umm… good?” “And…?” “I guess… I… I don’t know… it’s too hard to describe…” “That’s okay poppet. Okay then, how about we snuggle up on the sofa and you can ask me more questions?” “I… I’d like that…” she replied, blushing more. “But…” She wasn’t expecting that bit. “But what?” she asked. “But… would you like to feel small again? Or would you like to feel just a bit smaller… just test the waters…?” I asked, hoping she’d be on board for my plan. “Umm… I wouldn’t be averse to it…” “Then I have two questions for you. Think you can be a good girl and answer them for me?” Her eyes widened as her cheeks turned redder. I was hitting all her buttons now, buttons she didn’t even realise she had. “I… uh huh…” she replied, before mumbling something under her breath that she probably didn’t want me to hear but I heard clearly: “Why did it feel amazing to be called that?” “Firstly, do you have a teddy bear or a stuffie?” I asked, softly. “Stuffie? Umm… no…” “That’s okay, we can-” “I do have a blanket though!” she blurted out, adorably. “Good girl. And do you have some cute jammies?” “Jammies? Like… pyjamas?” “Yes sweetie.” “I have some wintery ones I save for when it’s colder…” “Well it’s not exactly boiling tonight, so why don’t you go put them on and grab your blankie, then come back here to me.” “I… are they necessary?” “They’ll help you feel even smaller. Pinky promise.” “You use ‘pinky promise’ a lot,” she pointed out. “Pinky promises are sacred. You can never break a pinky promise!” I replied, smiling at her. That made her smile and blush again, you could see her little mind melting. “I… I think I could do that…” “I’d put them on you if it wasn’t only the second date. Right now I just want to give you a bit of a taster.” “I’ll… I’ll be a few minutes…” she mumbled again, adorably. “Okay sweetie. I’ll go sit on the sofa and find something for us to watch. You go toddle off and get ready.” I sat there, flicking through the movie and tv show list on the streaming app, trying to find something not babyish, not even childish, more… family friendly I guess. She wasn’t ready to be that little, that’s something we can work towards. She’s only just realising this is something she may actually like. I already pushed it far enough for one night, I don’t want to ruin it for her. I still can’t even believe I had fucked up so badly and made it so obvious… and that I had come out and told her my main kink. I don’t tell anyone outside of our kink circle what my kink is. But she wanted to know… and something about her just felt… right. Like it was okay to tell her. I mean it must have been, as she’s been changing into her jammies for the past five minutes, wanting to come back and snuggle with me. I mean she even has a blankie! How she never figured out she had a little side is something I will never understand. She’s perfect for it. Just… don’t push it any further tonight, Sam. Don’t fuck this up. She’s special. If you’re careful… she may even end up calling you Mummy after a few play sessions. She’ll be more fragile than ever as she discovers this hidden side of her. So, not even for the sake of our potential relationship… but for her own wellbeing… Do. Not. Fuck. This. Up. Just as I settled on a movie, one that was family friendly but also just an overall fun watch for adults, something a bit nerdy but a bit childish at the same time, I sat back on the sofa, and listened out for footsteps. And just moments later… here they came. “All ready, sweetpea?” The footsteps got louder as she came into view, and I got to see her in her white snowflake pyjama top and bottoms, her beautiful blonde hair tied back into a small bun, clutching a big multicoloured woolen blanket, sucking her thumb with her free hand. If this was an anime, blood would be spurting from my nose and I’d collapse. If this was a cartoon, my face would be slowly turning bright red, from the bottom of my face up to my forehead, with steam escaping my ears and whistles blowing. But this was the real world, and I kept my composure to keep up the appearance I needed of the strong but caring Mummy figure. But there was one thing going through my head: This girl will hold all the power in this relationship, even if she doesn’t realise it, as there’s no way I’m ever going to be able to resist that adorable face of hers. ====================================================== Don't forget I'm on Subscribestar! 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Mazamune Posted October 6, 2025 Posted October 6, 2025 Hey there ! Thank you for this story, it's really really good since the beginning. I like the pace and the double point of view from both characters. And the last chapter was just WOW for me. Too bad it ends just there. Can't wait for more. Cheers !
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