LilRugrat Posted December 14, 2025 Posted December 14, 2025 Will Nat become a problem??? I hope not..
T the Switch Posted December 15, 2025 Posted December 15, 2025 Now time to see if Sam takes her own and Becks advice to get out of a toxic situation. Even though I can see Cassandra coming down to screw it all up.
LittleFallenPrincess Posted December 17, 2025 Author Posted December 17, 2025 Chapter 32: Timing Bound – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- Samantha “You took the whole ‘Chloe thing’ well…” Becks said, a few days later, at the start of a brand new month, with only one month left until the Christmas period, which I was not looking forward to. I had taken the whole weekend to be on my own, not replying to any of my messages… Well, I was with Cassie initially, but then she dropped me to go hang out with friends and get drunk all weekend, not inviting her girlfriend along with her. Typical Cassie. But yes, the whole weekend alone… with my thoughts… after what just happened with seeing Chloe for the first time in ages… Despite appearances, I was not in a good state. So I grumbled and smiled awkwardly at my bestie, and went about the prep needed to open up the shop today. “Samantha…” she growled. She knows I hate being called that. It’s so… parental. It’s what my parents would use whenever I was in trouble. So I turned around to look at her, making sure she got a very good look at my disapproving face. “What?” I growled back. “I can tell when you’re faking it. Tell Auntie Becks what’s up…” Auntie Becks is the persona she puts on when around littles, seeing as she isn’t into it herself, but she still likes to tease them all the same. It’s adorable when they call her that, but I did not appreciate her pulling it out to use on me. Just because I’ve not been feeling particularly domme-y doesn’t mean I’m suddenly wanting to switch. I’m not a switch. I tried it. Wasn’t for me. Do not force it on me or I will bite your fingers off. “Don’t,” I growled, much louder this time. “So Chloe coming back into your life is not good?” “No.” Fuck. I didn’t mean to be that honest. “Why?” “Because…” “Because?” “Because I’m with Cassie now! And I can’t just go flirting with my ex now that she’s probably single! It’s… unethical.” “Unethical? Have you heard yourself?” “You know what I mean, Becks. I can’t just drop Cassie to be with Chloe, especially so close after her breakup with her soon-to-be-if-she-isn’t-already ex. Plus that’s two for two. Two Mummies. Both dropped after a few months. She’s flaky. She gives up too easily. I can’t handle her doing that to me again.” “You’re just coming up with excuses.” “Becks. Seriously. What if I did dump Cassie to be with Chloe, and for some reason she took me back… who’s to say she won’t just get bored of me in a couple of months again when she finds another thing that bothers her? And even then, she needs time alone… space…” Becks didn’t say anything back, she just sighed, shook her head, then got back to work. So I did the same and this made for a very awkward, very quiet morning at the shop. And later on that day, shortly after most offices and places had shut, we got a small influx of people coming in to have some tea, read books, and generally unwind after a stressful work day. We figured we’d get a lot of business if we just kept the place open a couple of hours later than most places, so we close at 7pm most evenings, except weekends. And thankfully, we’ve found out we only need one of us to manage the shop on certain days, though on others we definitely need the two of us. Today was one of those chill days where Becks had dropped off the sweet treats she made at home earlier in the day, and I was left with the running of the shop in the afternoon. It helped that I loved our customers. It wasn’t busy or hectic or anything, and our customers were lovely and quiet, albeit a bit stressed after work, but they never took it out on me or Becks. Sure, we had a couple of uptight people complaining, but thankfully we didn’t need their business so they never returned after we kindly told them where the door was. So here I was, reading my own book behind the counter, as everyone sat either reading in silence, talking quietly to each other, or typing away on their laptops. Honestly, it was so chill. Even Craig was here, after he had finished work for the day, chilling in the corner, reading his latest crime novel he purchased from me. Then she walked in… And on her face was the answer to the ‘has she broken up with her girlfriend or not?’ question we had been wondering all weekend. “What’s up, Chloe?” I asked as she stood in front of me, on the opposite side of the counter, tears streaming down her face. “I… I…” “Craig, darling?” I called over to my friend in the corner, knowing full well that Chloe was not in the right state to talk about what’s bothering her in front of all these people, so I’d have to take her somewhere more private. But if I was to do that, the shop would need looking after for a bit. Craig and I over the past few months have grown closer, which is nice. We were already close friends, but we’re probably like one step below besties now, which is nice. So I knew I could trust him to handle things whilst I talked to Chloe upstairs. “Yes, m’dear?” he said, knowing he could be that way with me, but if he had addressed Becks in the same way, or even addressed me that way whilst Becks was present… he’d be in deep trouble. “Mind looking after the place for a bit? Just need to…” I didn’t finish my sentence, I just nodded in the direction of my crying ex, and he knew instantly what was up, so he smiled and nodded. “Thanks, hun.” So as Craig got up and grabbed his bag, moving over to where I was sitting behind the counter, I grabbed a couple of tea bags from the kitchen, then took Chloe by the hand and escorted her up the stairs, closing my apartment door behind us, leading her to the sofa and sitting her down. “I’ll get us some tea, then you can tell me all about what’s got you all sniffly.” “...Kay…” was all she said, because she could not stop crying. Clearly things had not gone well. Or they had and she’s regretful and I fucked things up by getting involved. Fuck. I really hope it’s not the latter. Once I got a pot of what I assume is her favourite tea, and a couple of cups, I walked over to the sofa, placing the tray on the coffee table and pouring us both a cup of tea each. “Here, be careful, it’s still hot.” “T… t… th… thanks…” she mumbled. “So.” “I…” “I assume you did it?” If I had asked what’s wrong, I don’t think she’s in any state to talk full sentences right now, so I took the initiative. And as predicted, she nodded, sniffling, tears running down her cheeks. “And did it go well?” I asked, as I lifted the cup of tea to my lips, taking a small sip. She shook her head violently side to side. “What happened, sweetpea?” “She… she… she got agg… aggre… aggressive…” My hands around the cup tightened their grip, and I was this close to cracking the cup with how angry I was right now, but I held back… because otherwise I’d burn my hands and lap. “How so? Did she hurt you?” “Not p… not physic… not physically…” Chloe sobbed. “Did she yell at you, hun?” “Uh huh…” “What did she say?” “She told me… how shit I am… how stupid… and anxious… and… annoying… an…” “She ripped into you because you had the audacity to break up with her, I assume?” “I… but… what if she’s right?” “She’s not, hun. You’re a wonderful, sweet, kind girl. She was just hurt and got defensive. She lashed out. You’re none of the things she said.” “She said so many nasty things about me…” “You weren’t the submissive, obedient, personality-less toy she wanted. You deserved better than that, hun. And I’m proud of you for doing what’s best for you.” “Y… you are?” “Yes, sweetpea.” Her little smile, the one forming on her adorable little face right now… could melt even the coldest of hearts. But it seems it can’t do anything for someone who has no heart, like that bitch who broke hers. “F… fank you… wh… why are you so kind to me though?” “Why wouldn’t I be? You’re a sweet girl, who I’m happy to be friends with. Why wouldn’t I be kind to such a sweet baby?” I could see her edging closer to the edge of the sofa, reaching out slightly, as if she was about to put the cup of tea back onto the tray… …When the door burst open. “MAMA!” Worst. Timing. Possible. “MAMA! WHERE ARE- Oh… you have… company.” I took a deep breath, sighing heavily, before turning to my girlfriend. “Hey Cassie.” “Who’s this?” she asked, sounding rather defensive in this awkward moment. “This, Cassie, is Chloe.” “Ch-? Oh. That Chloe.” Chloe looked at Cassie, then back at me, confused. Okay… maybe Craig hasn’t told her everything about me recently… …Fuck. “Chloe… this is Cassie, my… girlfriend. Cassie, this is Chloe.” Chloe’s face widened in shock. “Oh… sorry, this is inappropriate for me to be here… I’ll… I’ll go…” she mumbled, quickly placing her cup on the tray, nearly spilling it. “Maybe you should,” Cassie replied, to which I returned a look of ‘NOT HELPING!’ back at her. And it was clear that Cassie either didn’t understand the meaning of the look I was giving her… or more likely… she just didn’t care. “No, Chloe, it’s okay.” Chloe looked distraught as she grabbed her bag and rushed out of the apartment, nearly stumbling down the stairs before I could stop her. “Cassie… what was that?” I snapped at my girlfriend. “What? I was saving you.” Ugh. She looked so fucking smug right now. “From what? Helping her?” “Helping her do what though? Are you cheating on me?” The defensive tone in her voice almost made me laugh considering how faithful this girl was the last time we were together. “She just got out of an abusive relationship. She needed comforting. And you just scared her off.” “She’ll be fiiiiiine,” Cassie replied, rolling her eyes at me. “Cassie. I’m not getting back with her. But I am going to support her. She’s a friend.” “Not much of a friend, considering she hasn’t talked to you in a while.” “Again, abusive relationship,” I sighed. “Yeah, so?” Cassie really knew how to make my blood boil sometimes. Thankfully, just as it was reaching boiling point, her face changed almost instantly. “Fine. Go. I don’t want her to do anything stupid because you weren’t there to comfort her. As long as we can order pizza or something when you get back? I’m starving!” “Yeah sure. I promise, we’ll get pizza and watch something little for you when I get back, okay Princess?” “Little time? How about ‘little sexy time’ too?” It was like she had completely forgotten the whole Chloe thing and didn’t care anymore now that she was getting something from all this. “Sure.” “Well go on then, go save that stupid girl. I wan’ pizza!” I gave Cassie a kiss on the forehead, and rushed off down the stairs, hoping I could catch up with Chloe in time. Cassie isn’t evil or anything. She just struggles with caring about people’s emotions or other people’s needs. She’s… selfish. Extremely selfish. So her saying that to me, even due to selfish reasons, that alone was a huge step for her… which gave me hope that maybe in the time we were apart… she’s changed a bit. I found Chloe at the bus stop. “No! It’s okay! I’m fine. I don’t want to interrupt your evening!” Chloe said to me, rather defensively. The bus stop was pretty empty, there was only this guy wearing extremely baggy clothing along with a huge pair of headphones with music blasting out of them, which meant Chloe and I had some privacy, despite his presence. “Chloe, it’s fine. You’re my friend and I’m worried about you.” “So… you have another little?” “...Yeah. Does that bother you?” “No! Not at all! I’m happy you found someone. I mean I did too… even if she turned out to be a bitch…” “Chloe, sweet girl, you deserve better than her. You deserve better than me. But even though I’m with Cassie, that doesn’t mean I don’t have time for my friends, especially cute little baby friends like you!” Chloe blushed and stared at the floor. “R… really? Doesn’t your girlfriend care that your ex wants your attention?” “Hun, if she’s got a problem, that’s on her. I’m just talking to a friend, wanting to help you feel better after a horrible breakup. So… how long until your bus?” “Since they changed the timetable… yet again… it’ll be another thirty minutes,” she sighed. “Just missed the last one?” “...Uh huh.” “Then that’s a good half an hour of talking to me about it all.” “You sure? I don’t want to use you as some sort of therapist.” “Sweetpea, you’re my friend. I’d do this for Becks or Craig or any of my friends.” “I… I’m glad we’re talking again. I missed it. I… missed you.” “I missed you too, munchkin,” I replied, wrapping my arm around her and pulling her close, squeezing her tightly. I so badly wanted to kiss her forehead, pull her onto my lap, rock her gently until her little hummingbird heart calmed down from all this anxiety. But I can’t. I have Cassie, who is waiting for me at home. So I’ll keep enough distance as needed from Chloe, to prevent my heart being broken twice, but I’m definitely not going to let this girl leave my life again like that. So friends it is. Good friends. Just friends. Fuck. This is going to ruin me, isn’t it? ====================================================== :3 Don't forget I'm on Subscribestar! Subscribers get 2 weeks early access to chapters, and exclusive short stories (Nessa's Tale is currently the only available one). The next four chapters of my stories are posted on my Subscribestar! ======================================================== I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! 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Moon3ye Posted December 17, 2025 Posted December 17, 2025 It's good that she broke up with him. Now Sam has to get rid of Cassie. After that, Sam and Chloe have to get back together and everything will be fine.
LilRugrat Posted December 17, 2025 Posted December 17, 2025 Cassie needs to hit the road....she is not a good person..
T the Switch Posted December 17, 2025 Posted December 17, 2025 Shoulda just told Cassie to fuck off there
LittleFallenPrincess Posted December 21, 2025 Author Posted December 21, 2025 Chapter 33: Toxic Bound – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- Chloe ‘I missed you…’ What kind of fucking statement was that to the woman that I still haven’t lost feelings for? And after this utterly shit day too… I just wanted to bury my face in her chest like I used to, to escape all the stresses and worries I was dealing with as an adult, and embrace her warmth… her smell… her aura. But no. She’s found someone. Of course she’s found someone. So don’t mind me whilst I proceed to finish off this bottle of wine along with the takeaway food that cost me way too much and is way too greasy and unhealthy. Because tonight I’m not making sensible choices. I’m going to ignore my phone, and all the mean messages from Nat, and watch something. The problem is… I’m not even in the mood to watch my favourite stuff. Because it just makes me think of how much Nat hated everything I liked… and how Sam shared the same interests… and WHY IS LOVE SO FUCKING COMPLICATED? My phone buzzed, making my head buzz a little more after I had finished the last drop of wine not that long ago. Doesn’t help that I’m a bit of a lightweight. And as I scanned my phone to see who was texting me, all I saw were the words ‘Nat’ and ‘you’re a bitch’. I’m sure the full message is a lot longer than that, contains a lot more swearing, and accuses me of all sorts of horrible things. All because… I broke up with her. Because, as it took my friends to make it clear… She's toxic. So controlling and demanding and then gets insulted when I break up with her. I originally broke up with her last night, but she was too busy with her friends yet again to pick up the phone, so I left her a text. And yes… break ups by text aren’t great, but given how she’s reacting now and how anxious I am on the phone anyway… I think I can be given a pass… right? But yes, when I woke up, I had like twenty text messages and thirteen missed calls from her. It started off with the ones I expected, the ‘sweetie, are you joking?’ to the ‘I thought things were going well?’ but over time you could see her start to blame me for everything, making me out to be the villain. I won’t repeat what she said, mostly because if I think about those messages one more time I’m going to burst into tears. Again. So all day at work I’ve been dealing with texts and phone calls from her, with her being honestly pretty fucking vile towards me just because I had the gall to break up with her. I think she just wanted to be the one to break up with me, not the other way around. But that’s just who she is. She never truly liked me. She saw me as this cute plaything, this cute baby, ignoring my personality and my likes and dislikes, my anxiety and my depression, ignoring everything that makes me me… outside of my obedient nature and my outward appearance. Which she tried so hard to change. From ‘I think we should get your hair cut’ or ‘you’d look cuter ginger’, all the way to wanting to replace my entire wardrobe because my style just wasn’t her preferred style. I can’t believe it took me so long to realise how selfish that woman is. And that I fucked up a perfectly good relationship because of her. It was Nat that was pushing me all that time in the background that what Sam did was unforgivable, that I deserved better, that Sam is an evil person… when she’s not. I’m just easily influenced it seems. And what a sucker I’ve been. I let that b… bitch… ruin my life. All because she was jealous. I just went with her when she was spouting all that stuff about how ‘Mummies shouldn’t do this’ and ‘Mummies shouldn’t do that’. All of it painting Sam in some evil light. And being the dumb fuck I am… I ate it all up. I accepted it all. I let her turn me against my own girlfriend. Sure, Sam wasn’t perfect and yes she did fuck up by keeping things from me, but I overreacted… all because of Nat, who was pushing and prodding all my fears and anxieties about my relationship. Maybe it’s good that Sam has someone else. If I’m that easily influenced… Do I even deserve her? Who is to say that I wouldn’t find some other reason and get influenced to break her heart again? No. I’m not going to do that to her again. Because… I just won’t let myself get that close to her again. I’m better off just being friends with her anyway. I also don’t want to complicate things with her girlfriend. Who seems pretty cute… albeit a bit nasty. Those comments she made made me feel really shit, and if Sam hadn’t come out to comfort me at the bus stop, I would’ve internalised it even more than I have and already be on my second, maybe even third, bottle of wine… and crying into a stuffie. Then my phone beeped again, although this time it was a distinctly different beep. See, sober me had realised that maybe other people would want to text me or call me… so I had the clever forethought to change Nat’s text and call sounds to something different than my usual. So I grabbed my phone with my free hand, the other holding the glass of wine I had nearly finished, and checked who was messaging me. I only glanced at the messages from Nat on my notifications, and they seemed pretty cruel, so I sighed and swiped them away, before focusing my attention on the message notification I had from Sam. Sam: Hey sweetie. How are you holding up? I giggled to myself before browsing my image gallery for a reply… Chloe: *drunk_anime_wine.gif* Okay… so sensible me is not here right now. Just this idiot who has way too many reaction gifs saved on her phone and way too much alcohol in her system. Sam: How much have you had? Chloe: This many! I quickly snapped a pic of myself and sent it to her. Chloe: *Chlo_twofingers.jpg* Sam: Two bottles or two glasses? Chloe: One bottle. Two very big glasses. Sam: What’s up, petal? Chloe: Hahaahahahahaaispndkfnkffknnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn Sam: … Chloe: SOrry! Ianm Iiii I like wine. Wine gooooo0ood! Maybe I’ve had a bit too much, I’m way too giddy right now… Sam: Do I need to come look after you? I will, you know… Chloe: No! I wanted to say yes, but even drunk me can’t allow myself to ruin her relationship, apparently. I can’t even be selfish. But there’s being selfish… and actively ruining someone’s relationship just because you miss her and want her to tuck you into bed, read you a story… change your nappy… fuck, why did drunk me have to start thinking about little stuff now? Sam: Right, I’m coming over. Fuck. Chloe: No! I’m finannefn fin fine! Dopnt let me screaw your night with ur gf! Sam: I’ll be over in 10 minutes. Fuck. Fuck fuck fucking fuck. Fuck fuckety fuck fuck fuck. FUCK. Way to go, Chloe. If her girlfriend hates you even more now… that’s on you. Sam turned up fifteen minutes later, and I had to get up off the sofa where I was currently drooling, and answer the door to let her in… which was a lot more effort than you’d think. “You look adorably tipsy,” was the first thing she said to me. “Hey! I’m like… super duper drink!” She giggled. Adorably. “You mean drunk?” “That’s what I said…” I growled at her. “Sure, kiddo. Right. I’m here to make sure you don’t die or hurt yourself.” “Buh… wha about Cas… Cath… what was her name?” “Cassie. And it’s fine, she got bored part way through the pizza and went out to drink with her friends. It’s what she does.” “That’s… not fair on you!” “Sweetie, it’s fine. Just… don’t tell her I’m here.” “She doesn’t like me, does she?” I sighed. “She doesn’t like anyone who may be a threat to her. That… can be anyone. Me included.” “I’m a threat?” I didn’t know whether to be insulted or happy about that… so instead I chose to let my face meet the sofa once again, as I flung myself over the arm of it, my face thudding against the fabric where my little drool spot was. Eww. Future Chloe is going to hate me tomorrow. “I brought more of the tea you like. That may help sober you up. Cups still in the same cupboard?” Sam asked, patting her shoulder bag, before walking off towards the direction of the kitchen. I groaned, trying my best to indicate to her that yes, the cups are still in the same place as the last time she was here. “Oh look at this mess, Chloe! Did you manage this in one evening?” she called out from the kitchen. Oops. “Right. Here… water first,” she called back to me, as I heard the tap running and something filling up, followed by heavy footsteps heading right towards me… when suddenly a pair of legs stood before me. They were nice legs too. “Drink this, slowly. Small sips, sweetie…” she said, holding out a tall glass of water. I swung myself up, using my momentum to sit up on the sofa in one big swooping motion, before looking up at the extremely pretty lady who didn’t look too impressed right now. “Fank yoooooooooooo…ooo…ooo….ooooo” “Sip that, I’m going to go clean your kitchen, you mucky pup.” I couldn’t help but giggle at her calling me that… whilst also trying to take a sip of the water… and I nearly choked. “Careful! Wow, you really do need an adult, don’t you?” she said, rolling her eyes at me. The problem is… I couldn’t tell if she was playfully joking or if she was criticising me. At least I couldn’t in this current state I’m in with my head all over the place. “Are you mad at me?” I said, quietly, as she began to walk away back to the kitchen. This caused her to stop instantly, and turn around to face me. “No sweetie. I just think you need some help whilst you’re going through some tough things. It’s okay, we all stumble. We all have times when we’re struggling. My friends have helped me in the past…” I felt guilty, because if it’s worse than how Craig was describing (which I have a strong feeling he was making her out to be a lot better than it actually was after I broke up with her)... then I’m the cause of her needing her friend’s help, she’s just being too nice to say so. “...and I’m here for my friends. And you’re one of my friends.” Her emphasis on ‘friend’ was loud and clear, despite how messed up my head is from anxiety and alcohol right now. There is no ‘me and her’ anymore. There’s Chloe and Sam, close friends… but there’s no… us. I fucked up everything. I fucked up the best thing I’ve had in a long time. And… I just began sobbing my heart out, tears streaming down my face, as I ugly cried, wailing out like… well… like a baby. “Oh sweetie, it’s okay…” Sam said, turning back to me once again, sitting beside me and wrapping her arms around my shoulders, pulling me in for a hug, kissing the top of my head. I wanted to cry more, because I knew this is the most I’ll ever get from this perfect… well not perfect, but still pretty fucking amazing woman… but there was also something about her embrace that just settled my soul, and my crying started dying down instantly. After she had consoled me, and made sure I had stopped crying and was stable enough to keep sipping the water she got me, she went back into my kitchen and continued cleaning up the mess I made when preparing my takeaway food earlier. She’s an angel. And I’m a fucking monster. I don’t deserve her. But I need her, at least in my life. I can learn to be happy with that. I don’t want to ruin things between her and Cassie. So I’ll continue being her friend, but I’ll keep my distance and not get too attached again. It’s the least I can do to make it up for breaking her heart in the first place. I awoke with the biggest hangover I had ever had the misfortune of feeling… finding myself in my bed of all places, with the morning sun shining through the bedroom blinds. “Wha?” I called out. But… nothing. No answer. Then as I looked over to my bedside table to see what time it was, I saw a glass of water and a small note… with what looked like a couple of pills. So I ignored the pills and quickly opened the beautifully handwritten note. Chloe Had to go open up the shop, so make sure you take these painkillers with this water and try to grab a shower when you can. Also send me a text to let me know you’re awake and okay. I’m glad you’re back in my life again, I missed you and I’m so happy we can be friends again. P.s. Don’t tell Cassie I was here, she’s still getting used to me being friends with you. P.p.s You may want to change yourself. I didn’t want to push boundaries, but I noticed you were padded when I put you to bed, and you were already soaked. So provided you’ve not leaked already, make sure you change soon, otherwise you’ll get a rash. 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LittleFallenPrincess Posted December 24, 2025 Author Posted December 24, 2025 Chapter 34: Jealousy Bound – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- Samantha As I rolled over in bed, comfy and warm within the embrace of my nice thick winter duvet, I found something barring my path. “Morning, beautiful.” “Morning, baby,” I replied, still barely awake at this time in the morning. My eyes hadn’t even had a chance to open properly yet. “Wake up then!” Cassie groaned at me, in her usual brattish way. “Why? It’s Becks’ turn to open the shop. She said she didn’t need me for the first couple of hours.” “Because… I’ve got a surprise for you!” Okay… that got my eyes to open instantly. I… I’ve never received a surprise from Cassie. Like… ever. And what lay in front of me looked amazing. “You did this for me?” “Uh huh! I wanted to treat the bestest Mama with the bestest breakfast in bed.” “But you can’t cook…” I replied, raising my eyebrow at my girlfriend. “That’s why… I went down to the cafe down the road and got it to take out, then put it all on plates and stuff…” “You got dressed… and went out… to bring me breakfast?” “Yes, why are you sounding so surprised?” she replied, sounding all huffy. It was actually kinda adorable. “Who are you, and what have you done with Cassie?” I laughed. “Shuuuush! I just wanted to make it up for you for not being the bestest girlfriend…” “You mean like… when you cheated on me last time?” “...Yes.” “Well it’s a good start, it looks absolutely delicious!” What has gotten into Cassie lately? First she’s getting clingier than ever towards the end of November, then once Christmas started and all the decorations went up everywhere, she got extra clingy and even became less bratty. I even caught her cleaning up after herself a few times… and now this. Breakfast in bed. She has never got anyone breakfast in bed. Not even herself, as she expects others to get it for her. But hey, I’m not going to turn down an amazing-looking full English breakfast. I’ll try to figure out what she wants later, as my stomach was growling too much for me to work anything out right now. “Morning sleepyhead,” Becks said as I came down the stairs, my vision and senses being invaded by Christmas decorations once again, just like every morning since December began. Becks had gone all out in making the shop feel festive. We even had little festive treats and special festive teas on the menu, which the few customers we had in the shop this morning seemed to be enjoying. Cassie had headed out just before I came down to help run the shop, as she’s got ‘errands’ to run… which is weird… leaving me to get dressed and stumble down the stairs slowly, being greeted by my bestie, who was wearing a nice crisp white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and her smartest black pants, looking rather sapphic if I’m honest. “Why are you all dressed up?” I asked. “Meeting with David.” “David?” “Why do you never remember who he is? David, from the club.” “Ah yes. Bank guy David. What’s he want?” “Well I’m catching up with him mostly, but I’m also giving him our sales numbers and whatnot, making sure we’re on track to pay off all the previous debts and then those that were added from the renovations.” “Do you need me?” “I’d have woken you up earlier if I did. You need to run the shop whilst I’m out. I called Craig, as it’s his day off from his main job, to come help in a bit, he should be here soon, but until then… you’re on your own.” “Poor Craig. Being roped in because his Mistress ordered him to,” I giggled. “I did no such thing!” replied Becks, sounding rather defensive. “It was Craig that offered, actually. He’s bored at home, and with me busy in the meeting he has to entertain himself, and when I said you were running the place alone today, he jumped at the chance to do something.” “Fair enough then. I’ll be happy for his company.” “How was breakfast in bed?” Becks asked. “You know?” “Cassie wouldn’t stop bragging about it when she came in earlier, just before she went up with it to give it to you. That’s… a big step for her, thinking about someone else for a change.” “She… seems to be trying to be a better person. For what reason, I have no idea. She probably wants something.” “Or she’s jealous…” Becks replied, in her best teasing voice. “Jealous? Of whom? And for what reason?” I asked, confused. “Sam. You are such a strong, intelligent woman… but you are a fucking idiot sometimes. Chloe. That’s who. And I would’ve thought it’s obvious as to what reason she has…” “Cassie is jealous of Chloe? But I’m not dating-” “She sees the chemistry between the two of you, you and Chloe. The way you talk about that girl… Cassie is getting defensive, claiming you as hers. She didn’t have any competition the first time you dated.” “That’s…” Then I thought back to all the times she’s been extra clingy… and they tend to be around the times Chloe comes to the cafe… “Ah fuck.” ------------------------------------------------------------------ A couple of weeks later, I was sitting in the shop, enjoying a nice hot cup of tea whilst reading a book. Customers were sat around the cafe area all doing the exact same thing, and everything felt at peace with the world, even if it was just in this store for this limited amount of time. Things were going well in my life. Cassie was clingier than ever, more romantic… and more attentive. She had never acted like this during our previous relationship, mostly because she never felt threatened back then, so she could afford to sleep around and treat me like a disposable domme. But now… she brought me little gifts (only stuff like sweets or treats or whatever, but considering who it's from… It meant the world to me), she asked about my day, she would be clingy physically and not in a selfish way. Hell, she even made sure I… umm… got to… you know… during our ‘grown up’ time. Which she never cared about before. Usually she’d just lovebomb me up front and then forget I even exist, but this was a while into this relationship now and she hadn’t drifted away… yet. Maybe that’s because Chloe still visits the shop a couple of times a week, every week. Sometimes Cassie is at the shop when she does, or sometimes Cassie just hears about Chloe coming in… but either way, I think Chloe’s presence is improving my relationship with Cassie, which is nice. And that’s not to say I’m using Chloe to improve Cassie or my relationship! I still love my time with my friend whenever she visits the shop, we talk nerdy stuff whilst Becks and Cassie roll their eyes, and we have a nice chat, keeping up with each other’s lives. I’m there for her whenever she needs me, needs to vent, needs advice, whatever. We’re just as close as we used to be, but without the romantic connection we used to have. Well… The weaker romantic connection. Because I don’t know her feelings when it comes to me… but that girl is pretty unforgettable. And a part of me still wonders what would happen if I dumped Cassie and asked Chloe out. But no. That’s not fair on Cassie. She’s trying so hard to be a better girlfriend. She’s being so much better than her old self. I’m happy with her, for the first time. We’re doing okay, and I’m focusing all my love and attention on her. So why can’t I stop thinking about Chloe? That’s when I realised I had been staring at the same page for the past ten minutes or so, as I was lost in my own thoughts, and had only been brought out of it when the bell above the door rang, indicating we had someone come in. Expecting Craig, I was pleasantly surprised to see the cute little grin on Chloe’s face as she walked down the centre aisle, stopping half way and waving at me. I waved back and returned the smile, before she began looking through the science fiction section. “Morning, cupcake.” “Morning. And yes please,” she responded, placing a book I instantly recognised, one about these two women who fall for each other in some oceanic dystopia that involved robots. “I mean, I was calling you cupcake, but which one would you like?” I giggled. “Oh! Sorry… I’m dumb.” “You’re adorable.” “Thanks. I… just not thinking straight much these days.” “What about gay thinking? Doing much of that?” I asked, trying to sound as deadpan as possible. Yes. Bad joke. I know. But… umm… I don’t care! “Actually… yes.” “Oh?” “So… I’m putting myself out there again. Oh, also I’ll have the one with sprinkles, please! And my usual.” I got out of my comfortable position and stood up, grabbing the last of the sprinkle cupcakes as I began preparing her usual order, but didn’t let that stop me from having a conversation with my friend. “Oh? Looking for a Mummy again?” She looked around to check that no one had heard me talk so openly about our lifestyle, before whispering to me. “I… umm… maybe…” “Maybe?” “I was thinking of… umm… finding… umm…” “Use your words, poppet…” “You know that doesn’t help! That just makes me melt more!” Then came a familiar voice from the front door of the shop. “BABE!” Worst. Timing. Ever. Cassie had burst into the shop, saw Chloe and me talking, then yelled out in my rather peaceful, relaxing shop. “Cassie… indoor voice, please. Sorry everyone!” I said, apologising to my customers, who had all looked up to see the disturbance, realised it was nothing, then went back to their books/laptops. And so she skipped down the aisle, towards the counter, standing next to Chloe and placing her arms on the counter in the exact same way Chloe was positioned. “So what are we talking aboooout?” Cassie asked, sounding rather excited. “Chloe is looking for a new Mummy,” I replied. “Oh good!” Cassie sounded a little too happy with her reply, so I chose to ignore her and continue talking to Chloe. “So what were you looking for in a Mummy, hun? You were going to say before someone rudely interrupted…” I said, emphasising the word rudely to get it into Cassie’s skull that she needs to be better. “I… was thinking… I was going… umm…” Chloe seemed really nervous about this, but eventually she got her words out. I think Cassie’s presence wasn’t helping, but it’d be really shitty of me to ask Cass to go away now, given how she’s apparently jealous of my friendship with Chloe. “I was thinking… of finding a domme…” “A Mummy domme?” “I… kinda. Maybe. I dunno. Not really been feeling the little thing lately. Nat kinda ruined it for me.” “Understandable, but don’t think it’s gone for good hun, so don’t give up on it or it’ll come back and bite you. Always does.” Too many times have I seen people go through the ‘purge cycle’ with this kink. Throwing away all their onesies and nappies and everything, then a few months later they have to rebuy everything because the urge came back even stronger. “I just… I always admired what Becks did. And your domme side.” Cassie started laughing. “What domme side? She’s a pushover!” What Cassie doesn’t know is that I never go domme for her, because she’s just a brat. And not one of those fun brats who give in with only the slightest bit of dominance… no, she’s unstoppable. The only thing that works on her to make her obey is the soft Mummy act I put on, and even then that’s only when she’s wanting attention. You can’t make someone submit who doesn’t want to submit in the first place. “Cassie, why don’t you go upstairs and look for somewhere to order dinner tonight from?” Her adorable face lit up. “I can pick tonight?” “Yes. But just gimme a bit to have a chat with Chloe, then I’ll be up to help, okay poppet? Oh and grab Mr Stuffie, you’re being little tonight.” That was all she needed to forget Chloe even existed, as her smile grew twice as large and she dashed for the apartment stairs, disappearing like a speedster from a comic book. “Mr Stuffie?” Chloe asked. “Her fave stuffie.” “Ah.” “Anyway, back to what you were here to talk about. Hun, if you want some more dominance in your life, go for it. Just don’t forget about your little side.” “I don’t even know what I want.” “Well why don’t you come to the Christmas event at the club?” I suggested. “I… I haven’t been since…” Since you broke my heart and left me? Since I last got excited about going to events again? Of course I won’t tell her these things… I’m trying not to hold it against her. “Shush. Ancient history. And Becks can give you a bit of an intro, maybe a taster session?” I suggested. “She… she’d do that? Wouldn’t it be awkward?” “Not at all. Look, Saturday, arrive with your sluttiest dress on. Becks will take care of you. Then you can see if this is something you’ll want or not. And don’t worry about limits being broken, Becks will honour all of them, and you’ll have a safe word and everything. So if there’s some things you’re not into or okay with, or change your mind about, you can stop it at any time and Becks won’t be insulted. It’s probably your best opportunity to try new things with someone you can trust.” “I… I mean… that does sound fun. Sure. I’ll come.” It was at that point that I realised that during our conversation all our customers had finished up their drinks and headed out, leaving just Chloe and I alone in the shop together, with Craig of course, who was collecting the dishes to be washed. He’s a star. I must remind myself later to tell Becks to give him a treat. I’d do it myself, but I don’t want to step on Rebecca’s toes… “Good girl. Now, are you going to be okay? I need to close up the shop, then make sure this little brat upstairs isn’t ordering lobster or something ridiculous tonight…” “Yeah, thanks. Go ahead, have a good evening!” she said, smiling awkwardly and waving at me as she headed towards the door. And once she had gone, I let out the biggest sigh, the one I had been holding in the entire time. “Not going to say anything…” Craig said out loud as he was collecting a cup from a table. “Look, it’s easier for me to accept it if it’s Becks playing with her.” “Becks will happily play with her, but are you going to be okay with it?” “I’ll have Cassie.” “Ugh, Cassie is coming to the event too?” “I assume so.” “Well good luck, because by the sounds of it… you’re gonna need it.” The worst part… he wasn’t wrong. Saturday is going to suck. ====================================================== Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays and all that! I hope you all have a fantastic time, and I hope 2026 is even better for all of you! Don't forget I'm on Subscribestar! Subscribers get 2 weeks early access to chapters, and exclusive short stories (Nessa's Tale is currently the only available one). 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Moon3ye Posted December 24, 2025 Posted December 24, 2025 The chapter in the club is going to be great. I can literally feel it.
T the Switch Posted December 24, 2025 Posted December 24, 2025 Maaaaaan.. pretty good chapter. This build up is getting me excited for the next chapter.. I really reallt wanna see Chloe and Sam get back together but the more it goes on the more I worry they will just be star crossed lovers. Sigh.. but wait whay about Chloes parents??? Also nice Glitch in Nanny Easter egg
zzzz50 Posted December 26, 2025 Posted December 26, 2025 I have the feeling that Cassie is cheating again, seems to go out drinking with friends frequently. She seems to be able to manipulate Sam even though she is the mommy.
LittleFallenPrincess Posted December 28, 2025 Author Posted December 28, 2025 Chapter 35: Interactions Bound – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- Chloe A few days ago, the day after Sam invited me to the event, the one being held tonight, Becks sent me a text, telling me she’d happily help me explore my submissive side, if that’s what I want. Her messages were a lot more drawn out than my brief explanation, but most of it was her making sure I was okay with Sam being there with Cassie, and I think she kept implying that I’d prefer to have Sam do it, as Becks may be a bit too rough sometimes. Honestly I think she was just trying to get me to play with Sam instead at the event. And believe me… I wish I could. I would love nothing more than to be in her arms once again. To be teased… touched… held… ugh, no, Chloe… you need to stop this thinking. Ever since you broke it off with Nat, you’ve been wanting desperately to get back with Sam. But she has Cassie. Even if Cassie is… …Umm… Okay, she’s a little shit, but Sam seems happy with her. I can’t get in the middle of that. So maybe getting some of this frustration beat out of me by Becks tonight will help. And as I stood there, in my sluttiest lingerie… which by my standards is slutty, but by Becks’ standards is probably quite prudish… I imagined what kind of things Becks will do to me tonight. Bend me over one of those bench things? Use one of those floggers? Oooooh maybe she’ll throw me over her lap. Aaaaaand now I’m thinking about Sam’s lap. And her soft… squeezable thighs… Sighing heavily, I grabbed my dress, slipped it on over my lingerie, grabbed my coat and my bag, as well as my keys and ID and stuff, and headed out of my apartment, suppressing my overwhelming anxiety that had been building up all afternoon, leading up to this event. Loud music. Thumping. Barely lit corridors. Tinsel and various Christmas decorations hung on the walls. I don’t remember it being like this the last time (obviously the decorations were new, but more so the rest of it just felt… different), so it was all a bit overwhelming when I got past the front desk, paid for my ticket and walked into the main corridor. It was… busy. Very busy. So busy that my first instincts were to rush back the way I came in, go home, and curl up in bed in silence for a decade or so. But no. I need to do this. I need to get over this fear, this anxiety… What helped push me the most was the fact people were waiting for me. Expecting me. So if I went home now… I’d just let them down, right? Becks would be disappointed… yeah… that’s why I’ll stay. Because I hate disappointing people. So I smiled awkwardly as I passed people on the way down the corridor, each person dressed up in various fetishwear. There was a pup being led on a collar by her Mistress, a guy in a full gimp suit, a straight couple who looked just like they jumped out of a 00’s vampire movie. You know the ones… the ones with the long coats, latex bodysuits… unf… I do love her in that movie… I wonder what I’d look like in… wait… Fuck. Did I just discover a new kink? Oh well, future me can figure that out later, right now I’m probably running late to get my ass beaten. And as I walked past a door, I heard someone calling out my name from that room. “Chlo! In here!” I turned to see my friends all hanging out in one of the side rooms. Seems like they’ve claimed it as our own already, so I quickly dodged the crowds and slipped into the room as quickly as possible, closing the door behind me. But I don’t know what’s worse. Being out there, surrounded by kinky strangers, all of whom don’t even recognise my existence, being in their own little kinky world where they are the main actors of their scene and everyone else is just a background character… or being in here, in private… being stared at by a number of people all grinning and licking their lips as if I’m next on the menu. “You scrub up well, toy,” Becks said as soon as I closed the door. I. Melted. It took every ounce of willpower to prevent my legs from giving in and dropping me to the floor. But a heavy price was paid… my cheeks showed the full result of her words as they grew hotter and hotter. “That didn’t take long to make her blush!” Steph said, sitting on Daniel’s lap, swinging her legs back and forth. So it turns out I was going to have an audience to my little ‘Baby’s intro to being dominated’ session… as not only were Becks and Craig here, as well as Sam and… Cassie… but also those two friends who I met at the pub months ago, back when Sam and I were together, Daniel and Steph. I remember them because of the whole ‘I’m his little fuckbunny’ comment she made or something. Daniel was wearing a suit, just like last time. Well not a full suit, but a waistcoat, shirt, smart pants… you know the type, the stereotypical ‘Daddy dom’ that I’ve seen online all the time. His beard was well trimmed, and I know I’m gay but he looked like he smelled amazing. God. That’s so weird to think about. Steph was in a purple corset, which looked amazing by the way, and was barely holding her boobs in, along with some matching panties and some absolutely gorgeous stockings clipped on to the corset. I had never gotten a proper look at those kinds of things, I’d only ever seen them in movies and up close they really hit a few buttons of mine. Guess I know I’m going to be researching a lot of things this weekend. Craig was dressed up in a rather skimpy black vest and skin-tight shorts… and a really cool looking dog mask. Though I think he’d probably prefer to call it a ‘pup’ mask, as it sounds cuter. He was cuddled up on a sofa with Becks, who looked… intimidating. Similar corset to Steph, but in all black, along with a pair of tight leather pants, and boots that just screamed ‘worship me’. The heels alone made them look intimidating, but the straps and the buckles and the way she had her legs crossed made me picture Craig at her feet, worshipping her boots… oh god… is that something I may have to do tonight? Cassie was here too, and it looked like Daniel and Steph were actively avoiding eye contact with the girl, so it seems like there’s a bit of a rift within their friendship group in regards to Sam’s romantic interests, because they were so lovely with me… but they can’t even stand looking at Cassie right now. Or maybe I’m just reading too much into this, wishing for something that maybe isn’t even there… Cassie… ugh, I hate to even think this, let alone admit it, but Cassie looked fucking adorable. And I was so jealous that she was getting to dress up like that at a place like this. Kinda like me the first time… when I broke her heart… ugh. Fuck. No. Chloe. Do not ruin tonight just because you fucked everything up months ago. Move on. You’re going to get all the attention tonight, that’s something to look forward to! Stop dwelling on how adorable Cassie looks in her bra and thick, babyish nappy… God, even her tits are fucking perfect. “Toy… pay attention.” How was being called that so hot? How did Becks have this amazing ability to make me melt on command with only a few words? Was it her outfit? Her voice? Her body language? Whatever it is, it is fucking working and I’m already close to dropping to my knees and worshipping her boots. “Sorry.” “Sorry, what?” “Umm… Sorry… Mistress?” I replied, nervously, stuttering slightly. “Mistress is reserved for good little toys who belong to me. You may call me Miss.” “Yes Miss. Sorry Miss.” “Good girl…” Unf. She used those two forbidden words. Forbidden, rightly so, for making me a quivering ooze of submissiveness if uttered by the right people. “Now… Let me see what I’m working with tonight…” Becks stood up from the sofa, with Craig instantly releasing his grip on her arm like a good little pup, before she began leisurely walking around me, inspecting me, as if she was looking at the goods before she purchased them. I… I just hope she likes what she sees… “I can work with this…” “This is why Becks is so respected in here… she can make anyone behave,” Steph said, grinning up at me. “Don’t worry, she won’t break you… too much.” My anxiety said ‘please don’t let her break me’, but my quivering body and rapidly deteriorating mind said ‘Oh god please break me, you beautiful Goddess…’. Or it would if I could string two sentences together in this increasingly hornier mind… “On your knees. Now.” I did as I was told and dropped to my knees. That was a big mistake, as I felt a jolt of pain shoot through me after landing on the floor too hard. Thankfully, the floor wasn’t as hard as it looked, there was a slight bounce to the flooring, but it still hurt a lot. Still… I’m a good toy. I won’t yelp. I want to enjoy this tonight. I want to experience being a proper submissive, to see if this is something I’d really like in a relationship… and most importantly… to get my mind off the happy couple sitting on one of the many sofas, the ones giggling at each other and kissing each other… Maybe this was a mistake… But before I could go down that rabbit hole, Becks bent over and whispered in my ear, “Are you okay, love? Be careful dropping to your knees, hun, I’m here to tease you, not damage you.” I nodded at her, appreciating the check in. This… this is why I wanted an empathetic, kind, understanding person to try this with for my first time. Someone who was clearly a pro at all this, but also did all the things you hear about online that apparently a lot of Dom(me)s ignore, like aftercare and check ins. Look, I’ve done my research, and I know what I want. And Becks… Becks is giving me everything I want. Well… not everything. If this was my ideal scene… it wouldn’t be her. It’d be the Mummy currently on the sofa, teasing her girlfriend’s tits as her friend kneels in the centre of the private room, regretting fucking everything up. “Right. Let’s see how well you obey commands…” Becks barked at me, making me straighten my back and pose, ready for her orders. This… was going to be an interesting evening… --------------------------------------------- Okay… Maybe I enjoy all this after all. Especially when Becks said ‘she even gives Craig a run for his money when it comes to being a good little pet’ to the rest of the group, making Craig look at me, frustration in his eyes (I assume his whole face, but I could only see his eyes through the holes in the dog mask. But yes, we were having a lot of fun, and my mind was mostly off the happy couple in front of me. Mostly. This was definitely something I’d like to explore more though, turns out I’m kinkier than I thought I was. First the ageplay thing, now BDSM… like… what next? Will I end up a pup like Craig or something? I guess I still have a lot to learn about kink… and myself. Becks also had a lot of fun, you can tell by the look on her exhausted face. She had made me pose in various different positions, she had me worship her boots (called it!), at one point she had me take my dress off, leaving me in just my lingerie… and then she had me crawl around on my hands and knees in front of everyone, sitting in front of each person, barking for a headpat from each person. It was humiliating. And I loved every second of it. Except for when I had to kneel in front of Cassie and bark for a headpat. But hey, that was quickly forgotten about when Becks brought out the spanking bench thingy and set it directly in the middle of the room. Look, I don’t know the exact names of these things, I just know I was lying on top of the top part, with my hands and legs tied to the sides, with my backside on full display. At least I wasn’t completely naked, I think that may have been a bit too much for me to handle this early on. This was an introduction, after all. Becks did give me a good introduction to everything… including pain. Only light pain, mind you, but it was still new to me… as she used a flogger on me, or at least I think that’s what she called it. She even got Craig and Steph to come up and use it on my bum too… which didn’t hurt as much as Becks’ swings. And even then, apparently she went easy on me! And as I was taking a breather, letting the pain on my backside settle, feeling… good about it all… I heard the door open behind us. “Hi…” I heard a familiar voice call out. “Sorry, this is a private room, we booked it for the night,” Becks replied to her. “I’m just looking for Chloe.” That brought me out of my blissful haze in an instant, as I tried to turn my head so I could see the door. Thankfully, Steph had seen that I was trying to get up, so she quickly uncuffed me whilst Becks and this woman who had intruded were chatting. That’s when I saw her. Natasha. “What… are you doing here?” I asked, nervously. I didn’t want to start shit in here, on my first proper night at this place, and get kicked out all because of my abusive ex. “Who is this woman?” Becks asked me, pointing at the woman wearing a black halter dress and matching heels. “This… is Nat.” “Nat? Wait… your shitty ex?” Way to play it cool, Becks… “Shitty? What have you been telling her about me, you little bitch? I came here to ask for an apology, as I was told you were here,” Nat asked me, instantly going on the offensive. “Wait… you want an apology from me?” I asked. “Of course. You broke up with me. Over text. Then whilst I was here I heard you were also attending…” Sam was about to get up, no doubt to defend me alongside Becks, when a large woman came up behind Nat, towering over the woman. “Sup Becks. Is this one bothering you?” the woman replied, with a slightly deep voice. And when I say deep… I mean that in a hot way. Like… a husky voice. Commanding. Like Becks’ but with a little more resonance… that oozes charm. If I wasn’t stuck in the worst situation imaginable, I would melt listening to that voice of hers. With her scruffy tank top, heavy silver chain necklace, and baggy black cargo pants… along with her gorgeous face and thick black hair that was tied into an extremely scruffy ponytail… look… I know I’ve just used the word scruffy to describe most parts about her… but that’s what she looked like. It was the best word to describe her whole aesthetic… What some people may refer to it as ‘grunge’, I call ‘scruffy’. Either way, it works for her. Really well, in fact. “She’s harassing our friend, her ex,” Becks replied. “Harassing, eh?” the woman said, looking at my ex, raising her eyebrow. “She’s also apparently a pretty shitty abusive domme…” “Is that so?” the woman replied. Nat looked at the two women, her head dashing back and forth between them, trying to get a word in edgeways. “Hey!” she said, finally breaking their conversation. “I am not abusive! That little bitch over there is the abusive one!” Everyone looked at me, timidly sitting there on the spanking bench or whatever it’s called, eyes wide open like a deer in headlights. “That little cutie? I doubt it. Especially if she’s friends with Becks and Sam. You… on the other hand… I’ve been keeping an eye on, and you’ve been pushing one too many boundaries here. So effective immediately… you’re banned.” “Banned?” Nat sounded like she had never been spoken to like that in her life. “How dare you!” “Claire?” the woman called out behind her, rather loudly. It was then that the woman who I had paid my entry fee to, the large blonde woman who looked like she could bench press a car, walked over, and began escorting Nat out of our room… and off the premises, with Nat loudly complaining and trying to make a scene. But my mind was not on any of this. My mind was on the fact that that gorgeous mysterious woman in the doorway just called me cute… ====================================================== Ruh roh. Chloe is smitten. Again. Also I'm glad someone else noticed the Glitch in Nanny easter egg :3 Don't forget I'm on Subscribestar! Subscribers get 2 weeks early access to chapters, and exclusive short stories (Nessa's Tale is currently the only available one). The next four chapters of my stories are posted on my Subscribestar! ======================================================== I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading them! If you want to read the next 4 chapters, thanks to two weeks early access to my main story and also soon-to-be exclusive access to short stories, why don't you check out my SubscribeStar! Thank you to all my subscribers for their support over the past few years! Seriously, your support means the world to me. New chapters of my latest story every Wednesday/Sunday! Also just a quick note: I don't mind people saving this story for personal reading. But I'd appreciate it if people didn't post it elsewhere, even if you're just suggesting it to other people. If you want to show others, please send them a link to the first page of this post. And it goes without saying, my story is not to be used in any way to create AI work. Thanks! 12
Guilend Posted December 30, 2025 Posted December 30, 2025 Sorry I’m a bit behind. I’ve been under the weather. Been really enjoying the chapters. Should of showed up in a wet pull up that would have made things even more interesting with Becks 😂 Ugh now you’re trying to get me to like that brat. It’s not going to work. The hottie at the door should drag her out along with Nat.
LittleFallenPrincess Posted December 31, 2025 Author Posted December 31, 2025 Chapter 36: Smitten Bound – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- Samantha January. Cold. Boring. I hate January. Thankfully I had this cute little baby keeping me company whilst Becks was on holiday in America or Canada or something. I can’t remember where she said, she kept it pretty vague on purpose so we wouldn’t look up where she’s staying and rip on her for whatever choice she made, though I think she told me Florida maybe? Which is entirely fair, we totally would rip on her. Five star hotel? Oooh she’s so posh and too good for us ‘common people’. Two stars? We’d be tearing that place to shreds with how bad it was. Same goes with where she’s actually going. Depending on the country, we’d find jokes to make. It’s happened a lot before. And it will happen again, as soon as she gets back and tells us all about it. So yes, with Becks out of the country, I was left with opening up the shop all week. And closing. And running it. Thankfully, Becks also ordered her subs to come in and help occasionally, and ever since the Christmas event at the club, Cassie has been extra attentive, making sure to be helpful and stuff around the shop. She can’t do anything right though, so I have to redo anything she does… but it’s the thought that counts, right? And here I was, happy in the world of the current book I was reading, a cute girl clutching my arm with her head resting on my shoulder as I read, all the customers happily drinking their drinks and reading or typing or having a quiet conversation… when suddenly the cute little baby on my arm tightened her grip on my arm and I instantly knew exactly who was about to walk through the door. She’s like my little ‘Chloe alarm’. Whenever Chloe gets near, Cassie gets closer and more affectionate with me. I don’t know why, I won’t do anything with Chloe, I’m happy with Cassie right now, happier than I ever was the first time I was dating her. And unlike this cute little baby, I don’t cheat on my partners. And yes, I haven’t forgotten what she did. I forgive, but I don’t forget. Plus Chloe just isn’t into me. She made that clear. She broke things off, found a Mummy (albeit an abusive, shitty one that she ended up breaking up with), and she tells me she’s glad we’re friends. She doesn’t want any more than that. And even if magically one day that changed, I still wouldn’t drop Cassie to date Chloe. Even if Chloe is a perfect match. Well not perfect… but at least she enjoys nerdy things like me. Bell above the door rang, and in walked Chloe, probably on her lunch break, just as the alarm on my arm predicted. “Hey Chloe. How are you doing?” I asked, smiling over at the girl as she positioned herself on the other side of the counter to where I was currently sitting with Cassie. “Okay, thanks.” “How’s your backside?” Her cheeks turned bright red within a second. Never gets old. “That was weeks ago!” “And I’ve not really had a chance to talk to you properly since, so I’ve not been able to ask.” “Well… if you must know… it’s fine. Now. The days following that night… not so much.” Cassie giggled, so I kissed the top of her head and squeezed her hand. “So, what can I get you?” I asked my friend. “Umm…” she replied, looking everywhere except directly at me. “Yes?” “I…” Clearly she wanted something not on the menu, but sadly I just wasn’t in the mood for her to dance around whatever it is she wants to ask me. “Sweetie, use your words otherwise I’ll just get you your usual.” “I was wondering…” “Yes?” “About that woman…” Okay… pretty sure we don’t have those on the menu. I wasn’t expecting that. “Which?” I asked. I know a lot of women. “The tall one. From the club,” Chloe mumbled. “Oh Claire?” “Wait, isn’t she the blonde one?” “Yeah?” “No, the other tall one then. The one who called her over.” “Oh! You mean Lydia?” “Lydia…” she said, her voice drifting off. Oh boy. She sounds smitten. This isn’t going to end well. “What about her?” I asked. “Is… is she single?” Chloe replied. “...She is. She’s also a domme.” No. Sam. Stop this. You don’t like seeing her with other people, sure. But that isn’t why you should stop this. For both of their sakes… Stop! “Umm… do you… do you have her number?” Cassie’s grip on me loosened a bit, as she no longer felt threatened as much by Chloe’s presence. “I don’t have her new one, I forgot to ask her back at the event. But I can text Becks, she has her new number,” I replied, looking around for my phone, then realising it was in my bag on the counter. “Isn’t Becks on holiday in Japan?” Chloe asked. I giggled a little. Becks told me America, told Craig Canada, told Steph Norway, told Daniel Spain, and now it appears she told Chloe Japan. That woman… I swear I’m going to get her back for this. “She’s away, but that’s fine, she still has her phone.” Stop. Now. But the part of my brain that was being sensible wasn’t being listened to right now, as I pulled out my phone and sent a text to Becks. Sam: Hey nerd. Enjoying ‘Japan’. A few moments later, I received a reply. Becks: Yeah. Sushi is great. Sam: The sushi in… florida? Becks: Yup Sam: XD Are you at least having a good time? Becks: the best. So why are you texting me? Sam: Chloe is smitten Becks: I have enough subs already, though I do have that effect on people… Sam: Not on you, though apparently you did leave a few ‘impressions’ on her. Mostly around her posterior. No, she’s smitten with Lydia. Becks: Uh oh. And I assume you want me to give you her new number so Chloe can ask her out? Sam: You know me too well Becks: You know this won’t end well? Sam: You don’t know that. She seemed to really enjoy her subby time with you. Maybe she’ll be happy with Lydia. Becks: Fine. But text Lydia to make sure first. I’m not doing it. Sam: Thanks hun Becks then sent me Lydia’s new number, which I copied into my contact info for her, replacing her old, now-defunct number, and I quickly sent her a text, catching up with her and eventually asking her if she would like Chloe to have her number. Honestly… I’m still surprised that Chloe is being this forward about it. I thought she was more anxious about it all, but apparently not… “Lydia said it’s okay to give you her number. And added that ‘she’s excited to talk to the cutie with the very cute, very red backside’” Chloe’s eyes widened as her cheeks turned a new shade of red. “I… umm… thanks…” “No problem, cutie. Now… Do you want a drink and maybe a scone or something whilst you flirt with her?” I teased, whilst showing her Lydia’s number on my phone. “I… please…” “Usual?” “Please…” So with Lydia’s number saved on her phone, a cup of tea and a scone, she waddled over to the free table in the corner, the one she prefers to sit at whenever she visits, and instantly began texting. Good for her. I just hope she’s prepared for Lydia. Maybe I should’ve warned her. “Why did Becks say this wouldn’t end well?” Cassie whispered to me. “Reading my messages?” I replied, raising my eyebrow at the cute little baby who had reattached herself to my arm the moment I sat down again. “Well what else was I to do? I’m not gonna look at her… and I wanted to see how Becks is…” “Well, if you must know… Lydia is a refined taste.” “How so?” “Lovely girl. Loves music. Is a lot of fun. Nerd like me. But her kinks are a little more… extreme…” “Like knives and stuff?” “Thats one of many extreme kinks she has, though I don’t think she’d be offended if Chloe said no to most of them. It’s her saying no to Chloe’s kinks that's the problem…” “Oh… so she's not into ageplay?” “Nope. She’s not the maternal type at all. Amazing domme… not a Mummy domme though. So if Chloe wants to explore that submissive part of herself more, it’s great, I just hope she understands she won’t get any caregiver attention from her.” “Why didn’t you tell her that?” I… didn’t have an answer. “I guess she’ll find out for herself. I don’t want to influence her dating life at all,” I sighed. “Good. Let her fuck up.” See, it’s moments like these… moments that remind me of the Cassie I used to know, the one who broke my heart. I know it’s probably just jealousy… but still… But am I any better for not telling Chloe more about Lydia? ------------------------------One Week Later----------------------------------- “SUP BITCHES!” “Morning Becks…” we groaned back at her in unison, Craig and I, with the most unimpressed faces we could muster as we stared directly at the tanned Goddess in front of us. Of course she’s tanned. “She was in the southern hemisphere… that limits it down…” Craig whispered to me, causing us both to giggle like a pair of schoolgirls. Becks didn’t know what we were giggling about, and whilst she could do nothing to me… she could do something to her sub. “Craig… sit.” Thankfully for him, it was past closing. After we closed up, we sat around the shop for an hour, waiting for Becks to get home, as we heard her plane was arriving ‘soon’. Sadly… that didn’t narrow down where she had gone either. I swear that woman is a fucking walking enigma. So… as we were alone, just the three of us, with no Cassie here tonight, of course Craig did as he was told and sat down immediately, his knees bending so his feet pointed backwards on either side of his bum, as he looked up at his Mistress. Ugh. I miss that feeling of power. Cassie isn’t really that submissive. She likes to ‘top from the bottom’, so to speak. She acts submissive enough, which is mostly enough for me… but it’s moments like this that make me worry that I need more than that. I want a girl who whimpers at me as I return from work, being obedient and good enough to earn the privilege to hump my boot. Cassie… she’s more likely to throw her dummy at me if I ever try to properly domme her. “Pet, take my coat and bag and be a good little pup and get me a tea, will you?” Becks ordered. Craig, the goodest boy I know, stood up, rushed over to her, and helped her take her long black coat off, revealing her leather pants and low cut cami, along with her usual boots. And as he grabbed her suitcase’s handle, coat in his arms, she bent over and kissed his cheek, making him melt and making his brain stop working for a second or two. This is what I admire about Becks. And what makes me want to be a better domme. She cares for her subs. She loves them all. Some more than others, sure, but that’s because of the way her relationships work. She has a primary relationship and the others are secondary to that. But she never lets any of them feel neglected or ignored. Me… I’d just like one I could order around and look after. Just one sub who is devoted to serving me… and I am devoted to making sure they’re looked after and loved and fulfilled. Cassie is great… but I don’t get that with her, what with her aversion to being ordered around. The only way I can order her around is after a spanking. And I think she acts up too often just so she can receive said spanking. She is a masochist after all. “So… tell us all about your holiday…” I said, arms crossed, eyebrow raised. “Hahaha… not a chance. I will say I had a lovely time though. So… how’s the shop been?” “Fine. We didn’t burn the place down during your absence, as you can see.” “Good girl!” “Don’t, Becks…” I growled at her. “So… what’d I miss?” It was at that moment, that exact moment in time that a small little blonde girl burst through the door. “AHHHHH I GOT A DATE!” ------------------------------------------- “You didn’t tell her about Lydia then?” Becks asked me as we sat there, drinking our tea at one of the tables in our shop, watching Chloe try to relay to Craig what she wants over by the counter… but in her overexcited state she was struggling to speak full sentences and Craig was struggling to understand her. “...Didn’t have the opportunity,” I replied, lying. “Liar.” “Oi!” “Tell me I’m wrong. Let me guess… you had plenty of opportunity… you just chose not to, letting her make her own choices, stating it’s so you ‘don’t get involved in her love life’.” I hate how fucking psychic this woman is. “I… shush.” “But really… you just want to punish her for what she did to you.” Am I? Is that what I’m actually doing? I don’t mean to… but maybe… subconsciously… “No. That’s not true,” I replied, adamant that I was not to blame and I had nothing to feel guilty about. I genuinely think the two of them would get on really well… and they’d probably work well together… but if I’m correct about Chloe’s little side being her main kink… I don’t think they’ll work out in the end. But still… I should warn her. I don’t want to subconsciously let her crash and burn, she isn’t to blame for the breakup, I am. “So why aren’t you telling her?” Becks asked, clearly still not happy with my answers. “Because I ‘didn’t want to get involved in her love life’.” “Bullshit.” “Fine. I’ll get involved then. But you’re to blame if this fucking bites me in the arse!” After much effort, Craig finally got Chloe’s drink sorted and the two made their way over to the table, sitting in the two free seats. It’s nice when we have the cafe to ourselves, all we needed now was Smudge, but he was still banned from the cafe, still stuck up in my apartment. So I took a deep breath and spoke up. “Chloe… I need to tell you about Lydia…” “Yeah? What about her? She’s not a serial killer or anything, right?” she replied, laughing nervously. “No…” “Then there’s no problem!” “Chloe… she’s… a bit more extreme than me.” “How so?” Chloe asked, taking a tiny sip from her very hot drink, nearly burning her lips doing so. I so wanted to treat her like my little in that moment… but I knew better than that. “Her kinks are a little more extreme than mine. Or even Becks…” “Oh…” suddenly the happy, ecstatic little girl’s mood dropped in an instant as you could see her mood deflating by the second. “But!” I interjected, trying to prevent it from happening. “She won’t be upset if you’re not into her things.” “So… what kind of things?” “Knives. Other things. Things I don’t really want to say.” “But I don’t have to do them, right?” “Sweetie, you never have to do anything you don’t want to. Consent is key. Never feel forced to do anything. With anyone. But you don’t have to worry about that with Lydia, she’s lovely, she won’t be upset. But…” “But?” “She isn’t a Mummy…” “Like… at all?” “No. She’s not into ageplay at all. She’s much more a traditional domme, more like Becks.” “Though I do like to play Auntie occasionally…” Becks interrupted. “I… I think I’m still gonna go on the date…” Chloe replied, taking me by surprise. “Really? You’re not scared off?” I asked, surprised by her confidence and her decision. “Maybe a bit. But I liked my little taster session with ‘Auntie Becks’. Even if this doesn’t work out, maybe we have a little fun and I get to try more of this side of all things kink.” “Reasonable, realistic… Are you sure you’re a little?” Becks joked. But looking at Chloe’s smiling face… I could tell she was going to take that joke to heart… “She is. She just wants to do big girl things too,” I replied, trying to prevent that from happening. The problem is… I couldn’t tell if that worked or not, as Chloe just smiled and sipped her tea. ====================================================== 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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LilRugrat Posted December 31, 2025 Posted December 31, 2025 I must tell you that I always look forward to seeing the next chapter post...i wake up on wed and sun and am excited!
Moon3ye Posted December 31, 2025 Posted December 31, 2025 I'm curious to see how Chloe and Lydia get along. I clearly see Chloe as a sub who needs that care, and Lydia doesn't seem to be able to give it to her.
LittleFallenPrincess Posted January 4 Author Posted January 4 Chapter 37: Gig Bound – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- Chloe So despite Becks’ comment about my little side a few days ago, I was still looking forward to my date tonight with Lydia. I did kinda take that comment hard though, doubting if my little side ever even existed… which if what they said about Lydia is true… then it doesn’t matter anyway, and that means it’s better for me in the end. But no, I need to focus on tonight. Lydia invited me to a gig her friends are playing at a pub in the city, so I’m dressing up casual, but kinda… sexy-casual. Though I bet she probably won’t see it as ‘sexy’, it’s just a low cut top and some skinny jeans. I’m not really one to ‘flaunt my assets’... mostly because of the lack of assets I have. But again… that’s just my opinion, apparently I’m ‘gorgeous’ to Becks and Sam and that lot. I don’t see it, but then I’ve never been good with self worth… I’ve always despised my body. But it was too late to change my outfit now, so it’ll have to do. I wonder what kind of music they will play tonight. I mean I like all sorts but Lydia didn’t tell me much about tonight. Then again she didn’t say much at all. Maybe she’s saving it all for tonight. “You. Look. Amazing!” Lydia squealed, wrapping her arms around me as I walked into the pub and over to where she was standing by the bar, waiting for me, squeezing me tightly. “Thanks…” I replied, enjoying the life being squeezed out of me by this Amazonian woman, wondering how she thinks I look amazing when she’s dressed in a sleeveless top that showed off her toned arms, huge boots, and jeans. If I look amazing, there are no words in the English language that describe how hot she looks tonight. “Did you have any trouble getting here?” “Nope. Wasn’t actually that far, so I just walked.” “Oh good! Right, my mates are going to be playing in about an hour, why don’t we get a couple of drinks, find a cosy little table, and get to know each other? I want to know all about you, all I’ve seen is what a good little toy you are…” I was trying to focus on the pub, thinking about how quiet it was for a weekday evening, wondering if it’ll get any busier because right now it’s the right level of crowded for me to not panic and freak out and need to leave… but that comment from her would’ve made steam come out of my ears and whistles blowing as my face turned crimson, were this a cartoon. Instead I just blushed… and froze still, wide eyed. “D’awwww, you’re one of those subs. Cute.” Words. English. Anytime now Chloe. Come up with some. Just some simple words. Say them. SAY THEM. “Baahhhllla…” “How about I get you a drink whilst you go grab us a table and find your words again.” I smiled up at her and nodded. I can do that. I’m good at that! The table part, not the words part. I doubt I’ll ever find those words if she keeps talking to me like this. “Now, what do you want? Can you at least manage that?” she asked. I managed to mumble the words “Cider please,” and thankfully she heard me clear enough. “Okay cutie, I’ll be back soon. Go find us a good table by the stage.” I’ve never been to this pub before, but it was quite nice. Then again I haven’t been to a pub since… oh… since Sam. Ugh. No. Not tonight. No pining over the woman you still have feelings for. You’re on a date for fucks sake, Chlo! Focus on this gorgeous woman in front of you! “Good pick with the table, cutie,” she said, her heavenly voice making me melt in an instant. “T… thanks…” I mumbled. Honestly? It was just the furthest table away from all the others, so it seemed a bit quieter. I wasn’t thinking romantically or anything, purely just for my anxiety. “So… tell me about yourself.” “Umm… new to… you know…” I said, nervously, trying to say the word but finding it impossible right now in my melty state. “Kink?” she said, finishing my sentence for me. “Yeah…” “Figured, with the fact you still get embarrassed to even say the word ‘kink’...” she said, giggling. Even her giggles were adorable. “Have any that you’re into? I don’t usually talk kink straight away, I like to get to know people first, but clearly that’s on your mind so let’s go with that first.” Ugh. Did I already fuck up? I’m not used to talking about kink. Is there some forbidden rule that you don’t talk about kink on a first date? “Are you sure?” I asked, worried that I fucked up. “I… I don’t have to talk about it… I just thought I’d get it out in the open, just so… so if you’re looking for someone more experienced...” “Don’t worry about it, Chloe. Happy to talk about it anyway, and if it’ll make you feel at ease I’m happy to cover it, and don’t worry, you being new to it doesn’t scare me off. I assume Becks has warned you about me?” “Sam did, actually.” “Yeah that makes sense. Look, I know I appear all big and scary, like some big goth badass, but I’m a softie at heart. Not that I won’t beat someone's backside until it turns purple… but you do get extra cuddles after it. So… what are you into?” “Umm… Ageplay? You know… n… n… umm padding and stuff…” “Oh cool! Yeah, not really my thing but I’d be okay with you calling me Mommy if things progress that way with us. I don’t do nappies though, I hope you understand that. And I’m not really maternal.” Okay… that was expected. Still disappointing, but hey… she’s okay with being called Mommy. I can work with that. “Yeah. That’s cool. Becks and Sam told me that you’d be cool with me not being super into any of the hardcore stuff.” “Yeah it’s no problem hun. As long as you enjoy a good spanking, that’s my favourite.” I nodded, taking a sip of my pint, trying to hide my burning face with the glass. “So if we’re unloading all the big things straight away, I’m trans.” I nearly spat out my drink in shock. “Ha… wait, what? Really?” FUCK. And no, I didn’t mean that in a transphobic way. Just in a… I really didn’t expect that. Aaaaaand now I probably sound super transphobic. Fuck. “You sound surprised. I assume the girls didn’t tell you?” “No…” “Does that bother you? It’s okay if you don’t date trans women.” “No! Not at all! I just… I wasn’t expecting it. You look so…” “Sweetie, be careful with your next words…” she growled, in a confusing way that sounded both alluring but also threatening… “Sorry! I know, usually people follow that with horribly transphobic things. I had a trans friend at uni, so I know. Just… sorry. I don’t know what I was about to say.” “How about, ‘Oh Miss Lydia, you are such a gorgeous trans woman’?” “I mean… I was hoping by the fact I’ve not been able to keep my eyes off you the whole time we’ve been here that you’d have figured that out…” That was peak flirting for me. I hope she’s proud of me for being so flirty, because I can’t promise it’ll happen again. “Oh I noticed. But it’s still nice to hear…” she grinned at me… followed by a wink. “You look amazing.” “Thank you, cutie. So… have any questions about me being trans?” “Nope.” This surprised her. And by the smile on her face, it was a pleasant surprise. “Really? No ‘have you had the surgery yet?’ or ‘what’s your real name?’ or any of the other transphobic crap I usually get asked on dates?” “They really ask that? Wow… I knew it was bad, but I didn’t realise it was that bad for you.” “Oh hun, they are the nicer questions I tend to get...” “Then how about… What made you come up with Lydia as a name?” That seemed to impress her a bit, as her head shot back an inch as if shocked, but then she leaned her whole body forward, leaning her arms on the table, staring at me with the biggest smile on her face. “Video game.” I burst out laughing. “Sorry… I didn’t mean to… but…” “Hey! It was a very good game!” she cried out, laughing. I’m glad I didn’t insult her… but I may do with this next sentence… “I mean… it was mid at best…” I replied, purposely muffling my comment with my drink. “So you know which game I got it from?” “You liked the follower in it so much you named yourself after her?” I giggled. “She looked a little like me and I liked the name… so yeah…” “It’s a pretty name. For a pretty woman…” “You trying to butter me up, buttercup?” “Hey! No cute names! Illegals!” I whined. “What are you going to do about it, sweetie?” she said, putting emphasis on that last word. “...Pout!” I replied, pulling my best over the top pouting face at her, sticking my face forward, closing my eyes, sticking my lips out and everything. But before I could retract them… I felt another pair of lips connect with mine… and I… I… …I was gone. “NO FAIR!” I said, a little too loudly as I retracted in shock, realising maybe I was a little too loud. “Too far too soon? I apologise hun, I just… those lips looked so…” “So what?” “Kissable…” I was stunned into silence, but as if some other being took over my body, I started flirting back. “I… think I need another experience… this time where I’m not taken by surprise so much, so I can confirm that my lips are indeed kissable…” “Keep being cute and maybe you will at the end of our date…” “Well if someone has to do it…” “Thank you for your sacrifice…” she teased, sticking her tongue out before lifting up her drink to her face and taking a large sip. “So… I have a very big question…” I said, nervously. “Oh wow, you look so adorably serious. Go on then sweetie. Is it about my transition?” “Nope. More important than that.” “About kink?” “More important.” “More important than kink? Oh wow… umm… go on, ask away.” “Well I know you like fantasy games… but what do you think about fantasy movies… particularly ones made into a trilogy…” A few hours later, with the pub dying down after such a long and very loud gig, after people had been pouring out of the doors just before closing until it was just the band inside getting their stuff packed up again, Lydia and I were the only ones outside… holding hands… lips locked… after I earned my goodnight kiss from her. As she finally released me from her kiss, leaving the taste of cherry wine on my tongue, she held me close, towering over me, whilst I was just glad I had brought a coat as it’s freezing in this cold winter air. “So… this was a lot of fun,” she said, smiling sweetly at me. “Want… ummm… want to do it again?” I asked, mumbling half of my words. “I’d love to. Maybe somewhere a bit more romantic?” “What are you thinking?” I asked, wondering what could be more romantic than this perfect moment right here. “My place. I’ll cook.” “You cook?” “I mean I’m no chef, but I can try to make something really good. And hey, if that fails I order a mean fish and chips…” I giggled without even thinking. I love her silly sense of humour. Her nerdiness. How cute she is considering how scary she looks. “Sounds good. Either one does.” “And how about we watch the first of the trilogy… in 4k?” she suggested. “You have it in 4k? Oh my… you really know the way into a woman’s heart…” “And her bed…” she growled, making my knees nearly buckle after becoming so weak. “I… I should get going…” “Okay poppet. Let me call you a cab.” “One more kiss first though… please?” She looked at me, eyebrow raised. “Do you even realise you’re pulling that face?” she asked. “What face?” “The one that looks like a little kitten begging for attention.” “I do not!” She quickly pulled her phone out and took a photo of me, before turning the screen around to show me. “...Okay maybe I do a little…” “And that face you’re pulling is ‘illegal’ as you kept saying tonight. Just like you said teasing was ‘illegal’. Cute names ‘illegal’. Stroking your leg under the table to get you all squirmy ‘illegal’.” “...That’s fair. I’m just glad you don’t seem to care for the law…” I mumbled, nervously… That’s when she grabbed my head from behind and pulled me close to her body, pressing her soft, cherry laced lips on mine… ====================================================== Don't forget I'm on Subscribestar! 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LilRugrat Posted January 4 Posted January 4 Do i say the BEST chapter yet!!! Hot! Loved every second!!!
T the Switch Posted January 4 Posted January 4 Not sure how long this story will last since I know your works xan be between 40 and 60 chapters but I can't get a best friend ending outta my head. I do hope it gets into Chloe and Sam reconnecting in the end but atp I'm not sure what to expect.
LittleFallenPrincess Posted January 7 Author Posted January 7 Chapter 38: Selfish Bound – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- Samantha Okay. So maybe I fucked up by letting them get close. It has been a month since their first date, and they are so… disgustingly cute together. Like we were when we first dated. And I was more jealous than ever, but at least that was balanced with the feeling of happiness for two friends finding their own happiness, especially Lydia, as she’s not had anyone to play with in a long time. Okay maybe not evenly balanced… more akin to an elephant being weighed against a kitten… but still… I’m happy for them. I did worry for Chloe though, as the longer they date, the more she’s stepping away from her little side. But maybe I was just wrong about her little side, maybe she just likes playing submissive roles and isn’t actually a little, maybe she was just playing the role for me… At least she seems happy to be Lydia’s sub. This has had an added side effect of making my Cassie act a lot more… clingy. She’s almost a whole half-decent girlfriend at this point! Though I fear that if Chloe and Lydia suddenly disappeared from my life… Cassie would return to her old ways within seconds. Gotta say… I am enjoying her actually enjoying her little side more, and not just being a brat for the sake of it. She’s actually being a good girl for me and I’m enjoying being a Mummy for her for the first time in a long time. This was surprising, as I thought that if she saw Chloe was no longer single or with an abusive Mummy, that she’d be less intimidated and return to being typical Cassie… but no, it’s continued. Maybe she still thinks there’s a chance Chloe and I could end up together. It’ll never happen, but if it makes Cassie act like a decent person… great. “What’s up with you, mopeyguts?” Becks asked, whilst we had a bit of a lull in business, having dealt with the usual weekday lunch rush, and we prepared for the increase in business in a few hours when everyone gets off work. It was supposed to be my day off, but I was bored and thought I’d help Becks out in the shop. “Chloe and Lydia are going to the event this weekend,” I sighed. “And?” I didn’t reply to her, I just gave her that one look. She can normally read me so well. “Look, they’re probably going to go off and play somewhere else, probably privately. Why don’t you book a room for you and Cass?” Becks suggested. “Maybe. She’s been acting a lot more little lately, her behaviour has improved, so maybe she’ll be more open to the idea of actually being submissive. It actually feels like I’m dating her now… which is scary.” Then Becks said something that took me by surprise. “To be fair, you’ve been just as bad as her,” she said, rolling her eyes at me as she neatly arranged the cups. “No I haven’t! Since when? How?” Okay… maybe I sounded a little too defensive in my hasty reply… “You’ve been treating that poor girl like she’s going to bolt at any moment. You’re avoiding getting close because you’re using her. You’re using her to not feel lonely whilst your ex, the one you’re actually in love with, goes gallivanting off with our hot goth friend. You’ve been treating Cassie like she’s disposable. Sure, I still hate her for what she did to you the first time… but she’s trying to be better, and now you’re treating her the same way she treated you.” “I… no I haven’t! It’s totally different!” “Is it now? Tell me… when was the last time you did anything romantic for the girl? And don’t say ‘getting her into littlespace’… you do that all the time just to keep her occupied and to keep your brain occupied.” “There was that one time that… umm… ” I tried thinking of something as I was saying those words… hoping I could remember something just to prove her wrong. Because how dare she… How dare… “Fuck…” “There it is. You haven’t once cooked a romantic meal for her, have you? Have you been on a single date that wasn’t a kink evening or a visit to the pub with us? Have you ever done anything that she’s interested in?” “I… but…” “But what?” I wasn’t expecting my best friend to stab me in the back like this, so I was caught a little off guard. “She doesn’t do anything I’m into!” “Have you asked her to try since she started changing her attitude?” “No…” “Sam… I love you. But you’re a selfish bitch sometimes.” I’d had enough at this point. “I’m not spending my day off listening to my bestie slag me off all day… I’m going to go watch something in my apartment.” “Fine. Run from your problems. I’m sure that won’t come back around to bite you in the arse…” As I sat there on the sofa, hours later… watching some random shit on TV, I couldn’t get what Becks said earlier to me out of my head. Am I really that much of a bitch? I know I was keeping Cassie at a distance but that was for my own mental wellbeing. To prevent Cassie from treating me like shit again, cheating on me and dumping me the moment she got bored with me. Becks is right though… Cassie has changed. And I’ve been treating her the same, as if she was still the same, shitty girlfriend she used to be. I… FUCK. I’ve been fucking horrible, haven’t I? Fuck fuckity fuck fuck fuck. Fuck. I’m so glad that not only are these thoughts internal, but also that I’m the domme and not a little… because if it was Cassie or Chloe swearing like I was, they’d be in big trouble. “How do I remedy this?” I asked Smudge, who was sitting on his little spot of the sofa, the spot that I dare not disturb or occupy. “Meow,” he replied. “Dinner. Movie. At the very least. I have to be better. But then what movie? What food? We have such different tastes.” “MAMA!” Cassie yelled as she burst through my apartment door, causing it to swing open with a good amount of force. “Hey babygirl, how was work?” I asked, trying my best to bury all the shitty feelings inside for the time being. “Boooooooring. But I got to finish early, so I’m here with my favourite Mama…” “You have other Mamas?” I asked, wondering if I was being a bit too on the nose and sounding nasty, or if she would get the joke. “No, silly! Just the one!” “Then come sit on your Mama’s lap and tell me all about work.” She looked a bit surprised by this. Did… Do I just not ask about her day at all? Becky was going easy on me earlier, it seems. “...Okay!” she said, skipping over, practically pouncing on my lap, her landing cushioned by my thighs and… padding. “Are you already padded, silly girl?” “Umm…” she blushed, looking around nervously, avoiding eye contact with me. “Did you go to work in a nappy?” “I… was feeling ickle… buh I had to go be a grown up…” “Poor baby, come here!” I said, pulling her closely for cuddles, kissing her gently on the top of her head as she wiggled her little legs. Right… I need to be not only a better Mummy, but also a better girlfriend… so I wonder if… “Sweetie?” I asked, sweetly. “Yes Mama?” Cassie replied, sounding like she was already suspicious. “If you want Mama to control how often you wear your nappies… she’s happy to do that…” “Weally?” She sounds really surprised. Pleasantly surprised. I really have been a shit girlfriend. “Yes sweetie. Mama can start forcing you to go to work all padded like that if that’s something you’d want?” I left it open to her, not just because I’m big on consent (which I am), but because if I just ordered her, she’s likely to resist it. By giving her the choice, I’m easing her into submission gradually over time. She’s less likely to fight back with her usually bratty attitude. “Umm… uh huh!” “How about… every night I expect you to be padded, whether you’re staying here or not.” “What about the days?” “Why don’t we leave that up to how dry you are in the morning? If you’re soaked when you say ‘Good morning Mama’, then you’re in padding for the rest of the day. If you’re dry… you can go in either panties or pullups… depending on if you were wet the previous day or not.” “Dat sounds fun!” See, doing it this way I allow her to take some control in whether she’s padded or not. True, I’ll technically be ‘ordering’ her to be padded, but we all know she’s the one with all the control, as she could easily stay dry in the morning to quickly send a text if she wants to wear grown up underwear, or if she really feels little and wants to be padded more… she can flood her nappy in the morning and then send the text. She’s got no issues with control, so this method allows her to decide if she’s padded and little or not, and I’m just here to provide the roleplay she needs to go along with. “Then as of tomorrow, that’s what we’ll do, okay poppet? Every morning I want a wakeup text from you if you’re not staying over, and I’ll ask how your nappy is. If it’s wet… nappies for you. If it’s dry, then you get to be a big girl unless the previous day you were wet, in which case you’re in pullups.” She looked so genuinely happy… and that just made me feel so much guiltier. But no, not going to wallow in that. Becks called me out, I realised I was being shit, and now I’m going to be better for Cassie. If she can improve, I’m not letting myself be as bad as she used to be. She deserves better. So all my focus will be on being the best Mummy and girlfriend for her. “Now, sweetie… how about we watch a movie or two tonight and get some yummy Indian takeaway food?” “Uh huh! What movies?” “How about… I pick one and you pick one?” I could tell there was still a part of her that still didn’t want to watch my nerdy stuff, but if it meant me watching her stuff with her, I was pretty sure she’d make the sacrifice. And the very enthusiastic head nodding that followed confirmed it. Another month, another kink event at the club. February’s theme at the club was obviously Valentine’s day… so there were hearts and various Valentine’s day decorations up around the place. Daniel and Steph were here, with Daniel in his usual smart attire, albeit with a little dash of red to go along with the theme, and Steph sat beside him, going all in on some absolutely gorgeous red lingerie that matched the red pocket square and tie Daniel was wearing. God, those two are so perfectly made for each other. Like two halves of a jigsaw that slotted together perfectly. Not like Cassie and I. Though despite our differences, we make it work. We just have to use some scissors and a hammer to make the pieces fit, tis all. Becks had two subs to play with at this month’s event, as Lucy was finally available to attend, having been gone for a few months due to working on thesis or something. I can’t remember what she said, other than she’s at University working on something much more advanced than I could understand. It’s always the nerds who are the freakiest. Gotta say… I admire how Craig manages to not be jealous all the time when he isn’t the only sub Becks is teasing. Most of the time it’s just the two of them, but occasionally Becks’ other partners are available and Craig is so patient and understanding. You can see a little bit of jealousy when he’s not her centre of attention, but you can also see the happiness on his face when he sees Rebecca happy. But both pets were on all fours, in their usual leather pup gear, sat on the floor at her feet like the goodest girl and boy ever, with Becks sitting on the sofa in a red shirt and black waistcoat. Even I was a bit flustered at how hot she looked tonight. I really wanted to catch up with Lucy, having not seen her in a while, but she was deep in her pup headspace, and I didn’t want to ruin that, because by the sounds of it she really needs the break from thinking as an adult human. But Cassie… Cassie takes the cake tonight. She wins when it comes to best and most adequately dressed… and I only had a small say in it. She decided most of it, which surprised me, and she was currently sitting on my lap, bouncing up and down, firing little plastic sucker arrows at Craig. Because, you see, she decided to dress as Cupid for the evening, seeing as she was already going to be in the nappy… “Isn’t Chloe coming tonight?” Steph asked, drawing Cassie’s attention… and ire. “Oh she’s not coming tonight, is she?” Cassie whined. “She is, babygirl,” I replied, making her sigh heavily. “But don’t worry, they’ve got their own room. Speaking of…” “Huh?” “I got us a room. You’ve been enjoying getting subbier with me, so I figured we’d try a few things. That’s if you want to, of course…” And in typical little fashion… she responded by sticking a sucker arrow to my forehead as she bounced happily on my lap, giggling. ====================================================== Don't forget I'm on Subscribestar! 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LittleFallenPrincess Posted January 11 Author Posted January 11 Chapter 39: Toy Bound – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- Chloe “Bend over, naughty girl…” Her words were making me feral at this point. Because not only had she teased me all afternoon as we got ready for this evening, she ramped up the teasing as soon as we stepped through the door of the club. We had arrived much earlier than everyone else, as Lydia practically runs this event, being one of the four friends who organised all of this and made it into such a successful thing. Honestly, hearing her recently talk about the history of this event made me even more excited to attend tonight. Especially as she had this private room booked just for the two of us. And some fancy lingerie she bought for me to wear tonight. A spanking bench, a St. Andrews cross, and some other kinky furniture that I have no idea what they are (but are excited to find out more about!) were littered around the room. One of about 3 private rooms, we had this to ourselves for the hour, and by the looks of it… Mistress really wanted to make the most of that hour… Yes, I call her Mistress now. Or Ma’am. Or Goddess. All appropriate titles for someone as gorgeous and amazing as her. It’s funny, but if you told past-me this a year ago, that I’d be into all manners of kinky things, have a Mistress, and be currently bending over the spanking bench as my dominant girlfriend straps me down so I can’t move… she’d have had a meltdown. “Are you okay, my love?” Lydia whispered down to me. “What colour are you?” “Green,” I replied. See! Past-me’s jaw would’ve hit the floor if she knew I know the traffic light system, have my own safe words, and know all this kinky stuff. In the month that we’ve been dating, Lydia has broadened my kinky horizons and taught me a lot. And she’s a very good teacher… I mean… she literally has the outfit for it. And she used a long ruler on my backside. And I had a uniform. Unf… that was such a fun scene… Lydia nodded at the confirmation that I was doing okay and wanted to continue, before slipping a ball gag in my mouth, pulling the straps around the back of my head, making sure my hair didn’t get caught, before fastening it and making sure I had no way to spit it out or make a noise other than mumbling or screaming. Then came the blindfold. All of this was because she had ‘plans’ for me tonight… and had kept them a secret from me all week, only teasing me about their existence and nothing more. “You’ve been such a good little toy lately…” she began her long, domme-y monologue, slowly walking around the bench, admiring her ‘toy’, stroking my skin with her fingers, making the nerves in my body respond with little pulses of electricity running through my brain, making me feel… oh so good. “Mhmmm…” I mumbled through the gag. “And you’ve been so good these past few days, going without certain… privileges…” What she means by ‘privileges’ is orgasms. I haven’t had an orgasm in four days. To say I’m pent up right now is an understatement. But despite the privacy, I wasn’t sure I was ready for one in a club, even if the door was locked and no one else was in the room. But… I was willing to give it a go, mostly because I trust Lydia. But also yes, I’m this close to humping her leg just to get some release! “Mhmmm…” I mumbled back. That’s all I could do apart from moan, and that was probably coming soon. OH GOD, I DIDN’T MEAN THAT AS A PUN! “Sweetie… how would you like it if your Goddess gave you a little bit of pleasure as a treat?” Her words flowed out like they were sweet and oh so moreish. Like honey. “MHMMMM…” I mumbled, excitedly. “Then you have to earn it…” Earn it? I was told not to play with myself for four days now, and now she wants me to earn it? “HMM?” I mumbled, confused. “I’m going to give you a pretty pink behind first, then you’re going to beg to use that pretty little mouth of yours to ‘worship’ me… if you know what I mean.” I had a pretty good idea. But first… I had to get through the spankings… “Ready, precious doll?” “MHMMM!” I braced myself for the first impact. And oh boy it fucking stung! I wasn’t ready for that! She never told me she was going to hit me with a fucking whip! Or at least it felt like a whip. But then she confirmed what implement she had used. “I do love a good caning.” Ah. Fuck. Yeah that makes sense. “I’ll give you two more swats, then you can tell me if you don’t mind this tool, if you’ve had enough altogether, or if you want me to change, okay sweetpea?” “MHMM…” Two more. Come on Chloe. You got this. As the crack of the cane rippled through the air, and the pain shot through me from my backside to my brain… I screamed out in pain. I don’t got this. Another strike, my legs start shaking… I don’t like this. I like a good spanking but this is too much… Footsteps got closer and closer, until they stopped right in front of me. That’s when my blindfold was pulled up, so I could see Lydia standing there, in her black corset and skintight pants, kneeling down, looking at me with concern. Cupping my cheeks, she slipped both her hands behind my head and released my gag, slowly and carefully removing it from my mouth. “That was too much, huh? Are you okay, sweet girl?” she said, dropping my gag and cupping my face in her hands once again, planting a kiss on my forehead. “I’m fine…” “No lying…” she growled, in a very protective way. “I…” “Hun, I can tell that may have been a bit too much for you. Don’t worry, we won’t use the cane anymore. I am so proud of you for trying it, but it’s clearly not something for you. You may love being spanked, but you’re not as much of a masochist as others. Don’t worry, we’ll go back to hands and floggers, okay Princess?” “How could you tell?” I asked, shaking a bit, my voice quivering. “Your legs were shaking. And that’s kinda normal, but then when I removed your blindfold I could see the pain in your eyes. That and the tears rolling down your cheeks told me we either give up with the cane, or we work our way up to that if that’s something you really want.” “I…” “Be honest with me, Chloe…” I love how concerned she is. This is why I’m so happy to try most things with her. She genuinely cares about me and my wellbeing. “I… didn’t like it.” “Then no more cane. You liked the flogger the last time we used it, didn’t you?” “I… uh huh…” “Then let me soothe your poor little behind for a bit, then if you’re ready, we try the flogger?” “Uh huh… I’d like dat…” She just smiled at me, before she grabbed the gag once again and put it back in my mouth, strapping it shut, then putting the blindfold back on… not without a little kiss on the cheek before she got up and went to get the flogger, ready for later. After some much needed aftercare, followed by another round with the flogger this time (which was a lot more enjoyable!) and a little bit of her using her hand, then the much needed release I had been hoping for… and the release I gave her through my ‘worship’, followed by even more aftercare (see, this is why I like this woman so much!)... We sat there on the sofa, with the room to ourselves still, as the music and fun raged on outside the door. I had my head resting on her shoulder, and she had her arm around me, resting her hand on my shoulder, using the other one to gently stroke my hair. “You know… for such a big bad domme you do aftercare really well…” “Thanks, cutie,” she replied, squeezing me tightly. “You’d make a good Mummy.” Okay… I think I fucked up by saying that. Because as soon as I said it, her grip on my shoulder loosened slightly and she went quiet. Fuck. I knew not to push the whole little thing on her. It’s not her thing. Fuck. “So… what now?” I asked, trying to salvage this without completely destroying what would’ve been otherwise an amazing evening. “How about we go find our friends, see how they’re doing?” she suggested. “Sure!” “Good, because the hour is up now. Good job I cleaned up the equipment right after we used it so it’s clean and sanitised for the next people.” “I did offer…” “And I did refuse your help…” she replied softly, kissing the top of my head gently. “Hmph.” “Come on then. Do you want to change into something a little less revealing or are you comfortable being in just your lingerie?” I wasn’t entirely sure either way. On one hand I was nervous about walking around the club in just lingerie and heels… especially sitting in front of friends in such a revealing ‘outfit’. But then the other half of me wanted to be a good girl so bad… and the thought of being her little dressed up toy in front of others… was starting to make me squirmy again. Great. This totally isn’t going to be the most difficult three days ever after her saying I’m not allowed to ‘play’ for another three days until she comes round to mine for our next date. Totally not. Nope. Not already getting frustrated and squirmy… ugh these three days are going to drag on, aren’t they? “I’m your toy, Mistress.” “I’ll take that as a ‘You want to be shown off in front of everyone that you belong to me and you’re ever-so-obedient’ then, shall I?” I didn’t say a word in response, I just smiled and nodded happily. “Just… can I sit on your lap for the rest of the evening?” “D’awww, why do you want that? Can’t get enough of me?” “That… and your lap is more comfortable than the sofas for my very bruised bum…” This made her giggle. Ugh, her giggles are so fucking cute… so cute I couldn’t help myself when I lunged upwards to her lips and planted a kiss on them. “Have fun?” Becks asked, as Lydia held the door open for us to the private social room our friends were holding. “Oh… wow… Chloe you look amazing…” “You should see my work…” Lydia said, grabbing my shoulders and spinning me around so everyone got a great view of my bruised bum. Everyone was getting a look except me! Lydia even took photos of her handiwork, but said she wasn’t going to show me tonight, she’d let me inspect myself in the mirror later. “Oh wow! You two really had fun, eh?” Daniel said, with Steph giggling beside him. Lydia sat down in the empty seat… and I noticed we were two people short. “Where’s Sam and Cassie?” I asked. “They have their own private room. Apparently Sam is going ‘full domme’ on Cassie today…” Craig replied. A tight ball of anxiety began winding itself together in the centre of my chest. Why do I care what they’re doing? No. I shouldn’t care. I’ve got the world’s best domme right here. We just got done having an amazing time and jealously shouldn’t ruin that. Sam is probably doing a bunch of babyish stuff anyway… Which I’m not interested in anymore… Not really… Much… Thankfully, Lydia grabbed my hand and pulled me onto her lap, making sure to cushion the fall to prevent me from squealing in pain once my bruised bum hit her lap. “You okay, precious girl?” Lydia whispered to me. “Yeah. Just… bum hurts.” “Want me to soothe it some more?” I blushed… and nodded, not caring that my friends would be able to see her caress my backside in front of them. Then I noticed that Becks had two pups with her tonight. One was Craig, I could tell his voice… but the other I had no idea who that was. Then she spoke up. “So… who’s the new girl?” And that’s how I first met Lucy. With her in full pup gear, and me with my backside on full display, being soothed by my Domme girlfriend. ====================================================== Don't forget I'm on Subscribestar! 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Moon3ye Posted January 11 Posted January 11 I still don't know what to think of Lydia. She seems nice. I'm curious to see where this leads.
LittleFallenPrincess Posted January 14 Author Posted January 14 Chapter 40: Storm Bound – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- Samantha “PLEEEEEEEEEEEEASE?” “No.” “PLEEEEEEEEEEEASE MAMA?” “No.” “PLEEEEE-” “NO!” Cassie looked at me as if I had kicked her non-existent dog, before she stormed off upstairs to my apartment. My apartment. Which has been her main residence for the past month, ever since that amazing night at the event. And no, I didn’t ask her to move in with me, she just… did. Kinda. She still has her own apartment, but she chooses to stay here more often than not… especially since Chloe started visiting the shop more often, although Chloe is usually here to talk to Becks now that she’s gotten into much heavier kinks. And this wasn’t the first time Cassie has stormed off up to her (I mean our… though more accurately my) room. Ever since I had her drooling and humping my boot, turning her backside a beautiful shade of purple, and much more degrading things in that private room at the event… she’s been wanting more and more attention, and more and more ‘Mistress’. Begging every other day for me to throw her over my lap right there and then… often when I’m running the shop… and every time I have to turn her down, promising to do it later. But no… she doesn’t like the dreaded ‘no’ word. She sees it as a challenge. So I’ve figured out a way to deal with this attitude… I don’t. I’m not giving her what she wants if she acts like this. I don’t deal with brats. I hate playing with brats. Playful brats that give in with the slightest pressure and then are the most obedient, adorable little toys… those I like. A little bit of fight at first is fun to play with and corrupt... But the ones that just want to push buttons and want to challenge authority? Fuck those. I’m not playing her games. She knows this. So I’ll leave her to have her little tantrum upstairs whilst I carry on watching the shop and serving customers. I’m enjoying my book anyway. “Sam!” Chloe said, taking me by surprise, as I was half way through my latest book later in the day. I swear her ninja skills have been improving… I didn’t even hear the bell above the door ring. “Chloe! Hey! Umm… Becks isn’t in this afternoon,” I replied, half-hearted, not really wanting to deal with the sadness of this girl no longer coming to me for advice or help. “I know.” “Then… Do you want to order something?” Things between Chloe and I… have been awkward. We’re still friends. We’re still friendly to each other… but we’ve become more… acquaintances rather than close friends. She’s in here most days to talk all things kink with Becks, as she’s the one who Chloe deems most knowledgeable about all things ‘domme’. Not that I’m not… I’m just as kinky as Becks is, I’m just not outwardly kinky like her. I don’t let people know exactly how kinky I am. And so they think I’m just this soft domme who likes soft things like ageplay and a bit of light bondage. But no… if only they knew the thoughts running through my head when I look at Chloe… That’s why I keep my distance. I’m still having thoughts about her. They’re rare these days, but they still happen. She has Lydia, they seem really happy together, and I have Cassie. And me and Cass… well we’re a lot better than we were the first time we got together at least. I’ve been more romantic with her, took her out on a few dates… she even bought me flowers once! But yes, thoughts of Chloe are still there. But then I guess of course they are, we didn’t have that long where we had a bit of separation with neither of us in each other’s lives… and then suddenly she was part of our friend circle again. But over time she’s become less of a thought and more of a… passing fancy. Like how I think about other friends of mine and how I would domme them. I don’t want her back anymore, I just… she’s an attractive, lovely girl. I’m a domme. I’m allowed to have brief fantasies in my head, okay? “I’ll have…” “Usual?” I asked. “I… like that I have a place where I can just be like ‘my usual please’... I didn’t think you noticed I basically order the same thing every time.” Cup of her favourite tea and a slice of cherry bakewell. Every time. She isn’t very adventurous when it comes to most aspects of her life, it’s only kink in which she shows any kind of adventure, which was what surprised me when she started talking about various different kinks to Becks. Look, I overheard a lot of it. I didn’t actively try to listen in… I was just nearby a lot of the time and I overheard stuff. I’m not prying! “Well you’re predictable, hun,” I replied, smiling at her. Her and her stupidly adorable face. “Really? I’m not mysterious and sexy?” Sexy… yes. Mysterious… no. “Sorry hun…” I replied, not wanting to make things extra awkward by letting the thoughts come out of my mouth. “One of these days…” “You’re adorable, that’s what you are. Play to your strengths.” “Huh? How so? What does being adorable get me?” I laughed, turning around to prepare her tea, and as I did so I kept the conversation going. “Everything, hun. Being mysterious and sexy gets people interested in you. Being adorable makes people do anything for you…” “Really? So if I asked you in a really cutesy voice…” and that’s when she turned on her adorable little voice… “Can I pwease have an extra slice of cake today?” “You may… For the regular price.” “See! It doesn’t work!” she whined. “I’m immune to little’s charms and puppy eyes,” I replied, turning back and smiling at her. That is the biggest lie I have ever told in my life. Even more so than when I told Becks she looked good when she tried cutting her hair herself that one time… Not everyone can do it as well as I do. I am NOT immune to a little’s charms or puppy dog eyes… I was this close to giving her the whole damn cake… but I think the fact that she’s my ex and I’m actively trying not to get close to her again means that I have added defence against her cuteness. If I was trying to get close again… I’d be powerless to resist her. “Fine. Didn’t want an extra slice anyway…” “What if I said you can have it for half price?” “You’re evil!” “And why is that, cutie?” “Cus… cus… cus you know I can’t resist that!” I smiled at the adorable little munchkin who began rummaging around her purse for any spare change. The thing is… I wanted to give it to her for free. But I already nearly lost this business, I can’t go around giving free cake to everyone I like, I’d be bankrupt in no time! Plus… if word got back to either Becks or Cassie that I was giving Chloe free cake… heads would roll. Namely mine. Once she paid for her order, she went and sat down at her favourite table whilst I finished preparing her tea and picking out the best slices of cake for her on a little plate, before bringing it all over to her table on a tray and placing it in front of her. That’s when I heard a sigh coming from behind me. And when I turned around, I saw Cassie standing there at the doorway to my apartment, arms crossed, clearly annoyed for some reason. What made it worse was the fact that she still dresses like she’s a teen, with her long sleeves and short skirt and fishnets, and she just looked like she was having a teenage tantrum. Which made her look even more adorable. “What’s up, cutie?” I asked my girlfriend as I wandered over to her, before leaning close to her and whispering to her. “Need a change?” “Can we talk?” Cassie said, looking more upset than I had seen her in a while. “Sure.” “In private.” “Well I have to watch the shop, but we could go talk in the room behind the counter?” Even her steps sounded angry as she stomped her way across the shop, heading to the little private room behind the counter. “What’s up? You seem annoyed. Did I do something?” I asked, once we were in the privacy of the back room, with a little glass window in the door that allowed me to keep an eye on the shop, whilst affording us the soundproofing that we needed to have a private conversation without worrying about anyone overhearing us. “Of course you did, idiot!” Sadly… I had no idea what I had done to earn myself such scorn… which just made me feel even guiltier. “What? What did I do?” “You and Chloe…” “What about me and Chloe?” “You still have feelings for her. I saw you flirting…” “Hun, I don’t. I didn’t-” “Stop lying to me. You were one step away from making out with her…” “Don’t be stupid.” “I’m not the one trying to jump into another’s pants…” Then I said something that in hindsight, I might regret… but right now was all that was on my mind. “Not this time, no…” I snapped back at her. “What does that mean?” “Cass, you know full well what it means. Or did you forget the reason you broke my heart the last time we dated.” That’s when the cheeks inflated and she was going full brat mode. “I knew you hadn’t forgiven me for that!” “I forgave you. I didn’t say I never forgot it.” “Same thing.” “No it’s not.” “Yes it is! You didn’t forgive me for cheating on you that one time.” “And that other time… and that time in the hot tub… and the weekend away you spent all the time flirting with the waiter…” You could see her getting more visibly annoyed with me, as she realised she didn’t have a leg to stand on. I could’ve listed off a dozen or so times where she’s cheated or flirted with people when I was only mere feet away. “I want you to stop talking to Chloe.” “Why? There’s nothing going on. My feelings for the girl have gone. I’m just being as nice and playful as I am with all our kinky friends.” “Your kinky friends.” “Same thing…” I joked, realised I had fucked up again. “They can’t stand being with me, they all hate me, because they were all turned against me because of you!” “I never said a thing. They formed their own opinions based on how much you flirted with other people and slept around whilst you dated me. I never said one bad thing about you in the time we dated…” “But you did aft-” “OR after we broke up. Cass, you broke my heart. And you never said sorry.” “If I say sorry for ‘breaking your heart’, will you cut Chloe out of your life? I don’t trust that woman. She’s just after you to annoy me…” That’s when the dam burst. The lightbulb in my head lit up. The fog dissipated. Everything was so clear now and I knew just what I had to do. This, it seems, was the final nail in the coffin. “If you need to offer that deal… then you’re just as bad as you used to be. I had hoped you had changed.” “What does that mean?” Cassie barked at me. “It means, Cassie… it means we’re done.” A few seconds of silence afforded me a moment of relief. The biggest, but shortest, moment of relief I have ever experienced. One that was way overdue. “What?” “It means I can’t trust you. I never will. You started to show signs of becoming a better girlfriend… heck, even a better person… but then this just proves you’re just as insecure and bitter and selfish as you were back then.” “You can’t break up with me!” “I think she just did…” I turned to see Becks standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame, arms crossed and one leg folded over the other, like she had been watching the whole fight. That woman is a damn ninja too… or maybe we were just too embroiled in our fight to notice Becks had opened the door and was standing there, listening. For how long… I have no idea. “You can shut up too!” Cassie said, lashing out at my best friend. “Cass. Collect your things later. Get out. Now…” Becks growled. “Fine!” she screamed. Cassie stormed out of the shop, slamming the front door, causing the glass in it to crack due to the force she used. “I’ll get that fixed…” Becks said, as we stood there, transfixed on the entrance to the shop, still in disbelief that I had just stood up for myself against her. “I…” “Proud of you hun. I never thought you’d get rid of her,” Becks sighed heavily, laughing awkwardly. “...What?” “It’s clear she was just using you. But you being you… there was no chance you’d want to break her heart. I knew she’d probably want Chloe out of your life eventually, but I was worried you’d actually go along with it…” Shit. “Chloe…” With Becks holding open the door during all that… that meant Chloe (and the rest of the customers) probably heard the argument… So I turned quickly to check if Chloe was okay… but the only remaining presence of her at her table was a half empty cup of tea and two bites of one of the slices of cake. “Fuck.” “I’ll talk to her, I don’t think you talking to her right now is the best course of action. You go upstairs and lay down. You’re going to crash soon after all this drama, and you’re going to need comfort food and a good movie. So go on, I’ll go check on Chloe, I’ll look after the shop, and call a repair guy for the door, and I’ll bring you some Chinese food in a couple of hours, along with a bottle of wine for us to share. And because you did good standing up for yourself… I’ll even watch that nerdy movie series you like. But for now, I need to go chase down a scared little girl.” I was on autopilot at this point, so I nodded and turned to my apartment, heading off in the direction of my sofa, where I could wait for the realisation of what just happened to hit me like a freight train. ====================================================== There you go. Finally happened. You all happy now? 🤭 Don't forget I'm on Subscribestar! Subscribers get 2 weeks early access to chapters, and exclusive short stories (Nessa's Tale is currently the only available one). The next four chapters of my stories are posted on my Subscribestar! ======================================================== I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading them! If you want to read the next 4 chapters, thanks to two weeks early access to my main story and also soon-to-be exclusive access to short stories, why don't you check out my SubscribeStar! 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