LittleFallenPrincess Posted October 8, 2025 Author Posted October 8, 2025 Chapter 12: Small Bound – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- Chloe I stood there, my knees trembling, unsure as to what the hell I was really doing with this woman. It had gone from zero to sixty in an evening… and I couldn’t believe I had gone and got my favourite blanket and put on my winter pyjamas just so this woman could make me feel… small. I already feel small! I’m like five foot four! But she wasn’t lying. There was something… something intimate… something special… I could tell even before I figured out she was hiding some secret kink. Though I really wasn’t expecting her to be into this kind of thing… The cute pet names. The way she sounds protective of those she cares about. And then don’t get me started on the way she dried my hands earlier. Is this woman a witch or something? Has she cast a spell on me? Because all she did was dry my hands and I was this close to melting into a little puddle on my kitchen floor. I felt smaller than I have in decades… well… ever since I was a kid. The love, the soft touch, the gentle caress with the towel on my hands… if she can do that much with a simple touch… I dread to see how small she makes me feel when we… when we… we… cuddle. But it appeared like I wasn’t the only one lost for words. If she opened her mouth any more she’d end up drooling onto my sofa! But… she does look cute, even when nearly drooling. And hey, Chloe… all she’s wanting is to snuggle with you whilst you’re wearing your pyjamas and you’ve got your blanket… or ‘blankie’ as she puts it. It’s not like she’s expecting me to dress up like a baby or wear a… wear a… ugh I can’t even think of the word without getting embarrassed, let alone say the word out loud! No… this is okay. It’s just cuddling tonight. I can do cuddling. Even if it’s been a while. If she makes me feel small… then great. I guess. At least she’s sweet and adorable and lovely and beautiful and… Chloe you’re going off again, and now you’re just standing there, looking like a moron. Move those feet! I shuffled over to the sofa, where Sam awaited me with open arms. “Remember, you can say no at any time…” she said, trying to comfort me. “I know…” “Consent is important. I will never make you do anything you don’t want to do or aren’t ready to do.” Well that puts me at ease, at least somewhat. Come on Chlo… you can do this… just sit down with her, let her wrap her cosy arms around you… let her snuggle you… just… Those cosy arms thrust forward, grabbed my sleeves, and pulled me closer, before wrapping themselves around me as she pulled me onto her lap, positioning me with my legs dangling off the side of her lap. “I thought… you wanted to lay and cuddle…” I mumbled. “I do. But I thought you needed to get there slowly, and in stages. So for now you’re just a little princess on her throne.” WHY DO ALL THESE CHILDISH THINGS MAKE ME FEEL SO… SO… SMALL? And most importantly… good? “I… your lap is comfy…” I mumbled again. I couldn’t seem to get my words out. Though that’s nothing new, I’m not very good at it at the best of times, though right now it feels like I’ll never be able to not mumble with her making me feel so damn small. “Thank you, little princess.” “I…” “What’s up, sweetpea?” she asked softly, brushing my hair back, tucking it behind my ear. “How do you do that…?” “Do what?” “Make me feel very small. Like… I dunno…” “Because it’s what I’m good at. It’s a natural maternal talent of mine. I’m very good at making littles feel… well… little.” “But I’m not a little.” “Not yet. Though I feel like there may be a little side in you.” “I don’t see it.” “Most often don’t. But don’t worry, I can. And I’m here to help, okay precious?” I melted at the way she talked down to me. Not in a condescending way like most men (and even a lot of women) talk down to me, but it was in a loving… sweet… maternal way. Almost like she was actually my Mum. But not at the same time, because that would be hella weird and would make Christmas dinner very uncomfortable at my parent’s house. “O… okay…” This was weird. Why did sitting on her lap feel so good? Why did feeling small feel so good? Why did her talking down to me feel… So… GOOD? She can’t be right, surely? She says that she feels there's a little side in me, whatever that means. I mean… sure… I can be a bit childish. And I hate being an adult, as I often feel overwhelmed and stressed. But that doesn’t mean I want to wear a bib and drink from a… from a… SEE, I CAN’T EVEN SAY THAT NORMAL WORD THAT I HAD NO ISSUE SAYING BEFORE NOW! Even just thinking about any of the specifics, the… the bottles… and du… dumm… dummy… and the na… nap… nope, I can’t even think that one, that one is a bit too embarrassing. A bottle and a dummy is bad enough, but to wear one of those things that I can’t say… Do people really like wearing them as an adult? Do people really like using them? I guess I have a lot of questions for her, but she’s right, we need to take this slow. Just… Chloe, you’re getting ahead of yourself again, just slow things down. We’re just cuddling for now. “What’s on your mind?” she asked, breaking me from my thoughts. “I… nothing. It’s fine.” “That’s so reassuring…” she said, sarcastically. Clearly she could tell I wasn’t okay. “Sweetpea, tell me, please. If this is making you uncomfortable, please say and we can stop.” “No! I… I like it. That… that’s why I’m freaking out a bit.” “And…?” She could tell there was more to it. She must be psychic! “Just… starting to jump ahead fifteen steps. Thinking about why people would want to wear… umm…” “Nappies?” I felt my cheeks practically burning at this point as my eyes widened in shock. “Umm… uh huh…” “For some it’s the crinkly feeling. Some like the waddle. Some like them wet. Some like them… more than that… Some like the feeling of sitting on a cushion at all times… there are lots of reasons why people like them, sweetie. And that’s just the physical reasons. Emotionally… They allow a little to regress to a point where they felt happiest, or in other cases it allows them to have a childhood that they maybe missed out on due to neglect, abuse or other reasons. Some littles don’t wear nappies, sometimes they wear pull-ups. Some don’t even wear pullups. There are lots of age ranges within the community, so don’t feel like you have to jump straight into babyhood, if this is something you would like to find out more about, of course. And remember, I’m here for the whole journey. Treat me as your guide, and if you ever want to get off the journey, just say. Consent is important, and I don’t want to pressure you into anything.” “But… if I don’t do this… would you still be interested in me?” “Of course I would. You’re such a sweet girl. If my hunch is incorrect, and you’re not a little, then I’d still happily continue to date you. I only couldn’t date someone if I had to keep this side of myself a secret.” “But what if I’m not into it? This side of you seems important to you. Won’t it go unsatisfied?” “Sweetie, I can still take care of a partner in ways that satisfy this side of me. I can still look after you. You even said it yourself, you hate being an adult. So even if you’re not a little, I’d still be the grown up in the relationship for you.” “That… that would be nice…” “But still, I do think there’s a little inside you. So let’s get snuggled up properly, and enjoy our time together, okay precious?” she said, as she began to gently bounce me up and down on her lap… making me feel even smaller. I don’t know what was worse. Being treated like a little kid or toddler or baby or whatever… or that I was actually liking this treatment right now… “Uh huh…” I stood up once again, getting off her lap long enough for her to position herself more comfortably on the sofa, when my phone started going off. I stared at it, not knowing what to do. “Do you want to answer that, sweetie?” she asked. “Do you mind?” “No, go ahead! It could be important,” she said, sitting up straight again. Rushing over to my phone on the coffee table, I looked down to see my Mum of all people calling me. “Sorry, it’s my Mum. Usually she doesn’t-” I cut off mid sentence as I picked up the phone and answered it. “Hi Mum, what’s up, kinda bus-” “Chloe, your Dad is in the hospital. He had a heart attack,” Mum said down the phone, her words rushed and fraught with panic. I froze in fear for a second. “Fuck… when?” My heart was racing, and I was about to start spiralling, but I had to hold it together for my Mum. “Not long ago. He collapsed whilst trying to clear out the garage, and I called an ambulance. We’re at the hospital now.” “Is he okay?” “They say he’ll be fine, but I’m still a bit shaky despite the reassuring news. They do want to keep him in the hospital for a few days, keep an eye on him, run some tests, that kind of thing. He’s also supposed to take it easy, though you know what he’s like…” “I’ll be right over, Mum.” “That would be lovely, by the time you get here he should have woken up.” “I won’t be long. Please hang in there Mum, Dad will be okay. He’s tougher than both of us.” “Okay love, I’ll see you soon. Please take care on the roads.” “I will, Mum.” “I love you.” “Love you too, Mum. Won’t be long.” And as I hung up the phone, I realised I had been crying the whole time, and the shock of what was happening hit me like a freight train, making me stumble a bit. “Sweetie, are you okay? What happened?” Samantha asked, looking rightfully concerned. “Dad… he’s in hospital. Heart attack,” I replied, as best I could through the tears and the feeling of dissociation. “Oh no, is he okay?” “He’ll be fine. But… but…” “You’re going to go see him.” “Sorry… is that okay? I hate to cut our date short…” “Sweetpea… how about I take you? You look like you’re going to collapse at any moment.” “I do?” “Yes. So let me drive you down there. You’re in no state to drive, and I’m happy to take you down that way. So why don’t you go be a good girl and get changed into some normal clothes, and make sure you’ve got everything you need, and I’ll wait for you here.” “Are… are you sure? I can always take a taxi…” “Shhh… I’m happy to. Come on, let's get you ready to go see your Dad.” It was nice hearing her so reassuring and so gentle with me… it was really preventing me from melting down and collapsing to the floor. I know my Mum said Dad was going to be okay, but I had dreaded something like this happening, especially given how his health has been the past few years. They’re the most important people in my life… and if anything happens to them… Sam must have been able to tell I was starting to panic again, as she quickly leapt to her feet and shuffled over to me, wrapping her arms around my body, pulling me to her chest, shushing me softly as she stroked my hair. I… I was glad I had her here for this. “Want me to help you get dressed?” she asked, softly. “I… don’t you… don’t you think that’d be weird?” “Sweetie, you’re in a bit of a state. I’m not going to take advantage of this, I purely just want to help however I can. And usually when people I care about are struggling like this, I automatically go into Mommy mode. Please… just let me take care of you. I told you this earlier… Even if you end up not being into this, this is how I show love, this is how I am with people I care about.” “I… I like it…” “Good, now let’s go get you into some proper clothing again. I’ll even avert my eyes when you’re undressed.” “Because you totally didn’t want to see me naked?” “Glad you still have your humour in a crisis, cheeky girl…” she said, smiling at me as she pulled away from our embrace. “Let’s go see what big girl clothes you’ve got, shall we?” I don’t know if it’s the shock or not… but part of me didn’t want to leave her chest. ====================================================== Don't forget I'm on Subscribestar! Subscribers get 2 weeks early access to chapters, and exclusive short stories (Nessa's Tale is currently the only available one). The next four chapters of my stories are posted on my Subscribestar! ======================================================== I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading them! 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LittleFallenPrincess Posted October 12, 2025 Author Posted October 12, 2025 Chapter 13: Hospital Bound – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- Samantha Well this isn’t how I expected our date to go. But hey, it’s not about me or this date right now. It’s about Chloe and her Dad. She says he’s okay, but she hasn’t said much about his condition, so I’ll trust her Mum for now. I hope for Chloe’s sake she’s right. Because losing a parent creates a wound in your heart, one that never heals. Even if my Mum wasn’t my biggest supporter… She was still special to me. And I don’t want Chloe to go through what I went through. So for now, no trying to win points with Chloe. No trying to further our relationship or flirt. I’m here to support her. Not as a girlfriend, we haven’t gotten to that stage yet, but as a friend at least. She’ll have her Mum, sure, but that woman is going to be in as much of a state as poor Chloe here… whose hands are shaking in her lap as she sits patiently in the passenger seat of my little green hatchback car, awaiting the extremely slow green light at the traffic lights. No, I’ll take Chloe to see her Dad, I’ll spend the night with her at the hospital if she needs me to be with her. Sure, that’s something a partner would do, not a person she’s only been on two dates with… Two and a half if you include the lunch. And the second date got interrupted by this news. But no, I don’t care. I like this girl. A lot. I like her so much I revealed my biggest secret to her! Well… she worked it out of me with that adorable little face of hers… I swear I didn’t want to tell her until a good few weeks to a month in… but then she just had to look so damn cute, didn’t she? I pulled off the main road, into the hospital parking area. “You can just drop me off…” she said, meekly. “Nonsense,” I replied. “You really don’t have to come in-” That’s when I turned on my ‘Mommy’ voice. “Sweetie…?” “Yeah?” “Let me be here for you.” “But we barely know each other…” “And? You need support right now. And I give the bestest support hugs…” “Your hugs are pretty magical…” she trailed off, smiling softly behind the dried up tears. I pulled up into an empty spot and stopped the car. And quickly, before she could get out, I grabbed a wipe from my bag and reached up to her face, wiping the tears away from her eyes. “You had a little bit of mascara on your cheek, sweetpea.” “Oh… thanks…” she replied, blushing, before she grabbed the door handle and stepped out of the car and shut the door, leaving me alone in the car. “Come on Sam… you can do this. Just be there for her. She needs you, even if she doesn’t think she does,” I said to my reflection in the rear-view mirror, psyching myself up for going into a place I actively avoid at all costs. I don’t have the best memories when it comes to hospitals. And right now I could feel my subconscious trying to come up with a reason to leave, despite having promised this girl that I’d look after her and be there for her. What kind of Mummy would you be if you chickened out at her greatest time of need? A shit one, that’s what. So put on your big girl pants and get that ass in that hospital, before she sees you trying to chicken out. Taking a deep breath, I practically jumped out of my car and slammed the door shut, the fresh air hitting my lungs as I could feel my body shaking. “You ready, sweetpea?” I asked her, trying to be as comforting as possible, hiding my inner fears. “Uh huh…” I grabbed her hand and squeezed tightly, smiling at the poor girl, as we walked over to the hospital entrance. After asking the receptionist where Chloe’s father is, we found our way through the myriad of creepy hospital corridors together, her hand in mine, until we found the right ward. Well, they were creepy to me, I bet they’re just normal to everyone else. I just hate hospitals. At least this isn’t the same hospital that still haunts me to this day, this is one we had to drive all the way to Chloe’s hometown to visit, so it’s not setting off my anxiety as badly, as I don’t have any memories of this place. “Chloe!” Out of nowhere, like a damn ninja, an older woman with greying hair, wearing round thick rimmed glasses similar to Chloe’s, a thick beige turtleneck sweater, and a long plain brown skirt, pounced on Chloe, wrapping her arms around her, breaking the connection between Chloe’s hand and mine. “Oh sugarplum… I’m so glad you’re here…” “Hi Mum,” Chloe said, her words muffled by her face being forced into her mother’s woolen shoulder. “How’s Dad doing?” “He’s going to be okay. It wasn’t as bad as we first thought, but he still has to take it easy from now on. Or the next time it could be much worse.” I looked around awkwardly at the rest of the ward, full of sick and injured people, and quickly regretted coming here. “Can I see him?” Chloe asked her Mum. “Of course, follow me. Oh… umm…” That’s when she saw me, locking her eyes on this stranger to her, confused by my hovering, watching what would normally be an intimate family greeting. And here I am, intruding on that meeting, a complete stranger to her. “Can I help you, Miss?” she asked, narrowing her eyes at me. “Oh Mum…” Chloe said, backing out of the hug but still holding her Mum’s sleeves as she gave a couple of feet of distance between them. “This is Samantha. She’s my… umm…” I could see Chloe didn’t know what to call us. Because this was only our second date, third if you count the lunch we had… and we weren’t officially dating… yet. So I didn’t want to introduce myself as her girlfriend, especially considering only a couple of hours ago I blurted out my biggest secret to her and I’m not sure she’s even accepted that yet. Maybe she’ll want to run for the hills after this. But if she doesn’t… then I’d happily want to continue seeing her. Something about her just makes my maternal side scream with happiness and joy, she’s a massive nerd, and she’s adorable to boot. Not to kick… maybe spank- SAM, NO GOING DOWN THAT THOUGHT PROCESS, THIS IS A HOSPITAL, NOT THE MEDICAL ROOM AT THE KINK EVENT! “She’s my girlfriend,” Chloe finished. That… took me by surprise. And I could feel my eyes widening in shock and the look of anxiety on the poor girl’s face as she held her Mother’s hands, looking at me, worrying that she overstepped some boundaries and jumped the gun… I had to defuse this situation before she started overthinking and putting herself down. “That I am!” I replied. Because that’s all my stupid, anxious brain could come up with. “Girlfriend? Oh Chloe, why didn’t you tell me you had met someone?” her Mum asked, sounding excited all of a sudden. “That would be my fault, Mrs Green.” It’s been a whole ten minutes since I learnt Chloe’s last name, as she had to ask the receptionist using her Father’s full name. “Call me Evelyn, and sorry, I didn’t catch your name?” “Oh, sorry, I’m Samantha. Or Sam. Whichever you prefer.” “Samantha… What a lovely name. And how long have you been seeing my daughter?” I must have looked like a deer in headlights, as I quickly looked at Chloe for an answer. I’m supposed to be this big bad domme… and I can’t even get my brain functioning enough to know what to answer. Because surely I can’t just tell her I barely know her daughter? Do I lie? That’s not a good way to impress my apparent girlfriend’s parents… “We’ve only been dating… as of an hour ago,” I replied, wondering if that was the right answer or not. Evelyn started laughing. And she must have sensed the confusion on my face, as she quickly straightened herself up. “You must be special, Samantha.” “How so?” “Look at her cheeks. Bright red.” I turned to see her Mum was right, Chloe’s cheeks were bright red. “Adorable…” I commented, without thinking. “Isn’t she just? Chloe, why don’t you go in to see your Dad, I’ll keep your girlfriend company.” “You sure, Mum?” Chloe replied. Evelyn nodded at her daughter, who smiled coyly at me as she turned around and walked off towards her father, brushing my hand gently with hers. There was an awkward pause as we waited for Chloe to be gone, before her Mum turned her full attention to me. “So… Samantha…” “Evelyn…” It was so tense right now. I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t want to fuck up my first meeting with her parents, even if I had only been notified that me and Chloe are officially dating a few minutes ago… “Where do you work?” Typical interrogation with parents. Not that I know this personally, my knowledge of this is entirely sourced from movies and TV shows. I… have never met any of my partner’s parents before. Whether that was because my partners were still firmly in the closet to their family, or whether they had been disowned by theirs for being queer, or… they just didn’t see me as relationship material, worthy of meeting their family. I’m often just a quick fling, a brief pleasure, a guilty experiment. So I’m caught a bit off guard by this, and decided I’d just be… well… honest. “I own a bookshop.” Her face perked up. “Really? Which one?” “Bound. The one in the city centre. It’s actually how Chloe and I met.” “Oh I think I’ve seen that one when I’ve been in the city. It looked quaint. I can see why she likes you… that bookshop is perfect for her. She’s always been a little bookworm ever since she was a little kid.” “Really?” “Oh yes. Once I caught her in the town library, in the classics section, when she was about seven. Though as she grew older, her tastes…” “Changed?” “Oh no, didn’t change, just widened. She got into all that video game and fantasy stuff. It’s all just nonsense to me, but she seems to love it. But she still loves the classics.” “Please, Evelyn… tell me all the embarrassing stories of her childhood so I can hold them against her in the future…” Evelyn giggled in response. She was clearly warming up to me. This was good! “Maybe next time. But I must say… I was surprised she brought you.” “I offered to drive her here. She told me about what happened to her father, and I didn’t think she was in any state to drive herself. And a taxi out of the city would’ve cost an arm and a leg.” “Independent, funny and sweet… I can see why Chloe likes you.” “I… I’ll be honest. We were on our second date, third if you count the lunch we had. I wasn’t sure what to say when you asked who I was.” “I could see that. I could see you were as surprised as I was when Chloe said you were her girlfriend. Is that what you want?” I blushed and smiled. I couldn’t begin to describe how happy my heart felt when she introduced me as her girlfriend. “Ah. There’s your answer,” she replied, smiling up at me before I could actually answer. “Huh?” “That smile. I can see how infatuated you are with my daughter. Just… be careful with her, okay?” “I will. But she’s a strong, independent girl herself.” “That she is. But she’s still my baby. And she’s still got a fragile heart. Always been a shy girl, ever since she was little.” And at that moment, Chloe popped her head out of the doorway where her Dad’s room was, and looked at me. “Sam? Come… come meet my Dad…” she said, smiling. “Wanting to introduce you to her father… you really are special!” Evelyn said, smiling softly at me, before she began nudging me in the direction of her daughter. “So, what’s this lovely young woman’s name? The woman who captured my daughter’s heart…” “Dad, this is Sam. She owns a bookshop in the city,” Chloe said, as she stared into my eyes, smiling. “Nice to meet you, Mr Green,” I said, nervously. “Oh don’t with that ‘Mister’ nonsense. Call me Brian. I’m not that old! Just… ignore the heart attack and the grey hairs…” he replied, laughing heartily. Her father was actually rather handsome, despite being hooked up to all sorts of medical devices and laying in a rather unflattering hospital gown on the bed. And it’s not that her Mum wasn’t attractive, but she was clearly the typical nerd, whereas he looked more like one of those stereotypical American ‘Jocks’, with his shorter greying hair, but rather rugged good looks. I’m still firmly gay, but even I can appreciate how handsome this guy was, especially considering his age. He looked no older than forty, but I’m pretty sure he’s in his fifties now, at least that’s my assumption. But even for his age, he looked fit and healthy. “Sorry, Brian. It’s lovely to meet you.” “How much trouble has my little Duckie been in?” he asked. “Duckie? Oh Brian, you’re going to have to tell me all about that story in full detail…” “I like her already…” he grinned at his daughter, who was sitting in the chair by his bedside, blushing and squirming in her seat, dreading the upcoming conversation. ====================================================== 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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Bluebird67 Posted October 12, 2025 Posted October 12, 2025 Crying with happiness here! Kudos for ditching so many tropes about meeting one’s partner’s parents! But it leaves your fans on edge wondering when you’re going to introduce an evil (or even unkind) character.
LittleFallenPrincess Posted October 15, 2025 Author Posted October 15, 2025 Chapter 14: Duckie Bound – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- Samantha “So we turned around for one second to get the ice cream cones from the guy… and then we turned back around to see this adorable little girl of ours suddenly holding a full sized duck.” “She never…” I replied, my mouth open in shock. “Oh she did. She cradled it in her arms, looking up at us with the cutest, most innocent eyes…” “Oh I think I’ve seen that look…” I replied, teasing Chloe who was in the bedside chair, trying not to melt from embarrassment. “She pulled those on you too, eh? Makes you powerless to resist, doesn’t it?” “I didn’t stand a chance against those puppy dog eyes of hers!” I giggled along with Chloe’s Mum and Dad. “But yes, she looked up at us, and just went… ‘Duckie!’ in the cutest, most adorable voice ever, accompanied by the biggest smile I had ever seen on her. From that moment, she’s been ‘Duckie’ to us.” “Well I think ‘Duckie’ suits her.” “I’m glad you agree. So… how long have you two been dating?” “We may have interrupted their second date…” Evelyn replied. Chloe must have realised I had told her Mum the truth, as her eyes widened and looked like they were staring into my soul. “Second date? Well I apologise for being such an inconvenience. That garage ended up being a bit too much for me to sort out by myself. But second, eh? She must really like you…” “Do other potential suitors not get a second date then?” I asked, nervously. “No. As shy and anxious as she is… Duckie knows what she wants. And if she’s not interested, she’ll not ask for a second date. But I guess seeing as you were kind enough to drive her all the way here, I can see why she likes you.” “I am an amazing taxi service…” I joked, hoping they would get it. “So I can finally retire?” Brian replied, laughing along, making my tense body ease up a little. “Hey! I don’t just call you for a lift!” Chloe pouted at us both. “That’s true. She’s a good’un. So, Sam, promise me you’ll take care of my daughter.” “I promise, Brian. She’s something special.” “Good. Can’t let my little girl just run off with any random woman. Only the best for my little Duckie. Now, Chloe, please do me a favour.” I loved their relationship, it reminded me a lot of me and my Dad’s, and it made me kinda miss him, so I jotted down a little mental note to give him a call when I get home. Also the fact that she loves being called ‘Duckie’ and his ‘little girl’ gives me hope that maybe she’ll be alright with me doing the same… “Anything, Dad. Name it,” she replied. “Go home. Enjoy the rest of your date with this lovely young woman.” “But you-” “But nothing. Doc said it wasn’t that bad, but I’ve just gotta take it easy from now on. I’ll be fine. I’ve got the whole staff here keeping an eye on me, so you’ve got nothing to worry about. I’m not going to ruin what would’ve probably been a wonderful night for the two of you lovebirds.” “I agree with your Father, and I’ll call you if anything does happen, sweetie,” her Mum chimed in, agreeing with her husband. “Are you sure? I don’t mind staying…” Chloe tried to argue back but was cut off by her father. “I’ll be out of the hospital in a couple of days at most, hopefully. Why don’t you come home sometime soon and help me with the garage, so I don’t end up back here again?” “I’m happy to help…” I butted in, hoping I wasn’t being too forward. “Oh Sam, that’s very generous of you, but-” I cut her Dad off before he could turn me down, “No, seriously, it’s fine. I’m happy to help. Just clearing and tidying your garage, right? Me and Chloe could get that done in an afternoon.” Chloe was looking at me like she was in shock, and I was now worrying I had overstepped my boundaries and been a bit too forward. “How about you come over next weekend, the both of you, and do the garage for us?” Evelyn suggested. “And I’ll cook us a nice roast dinner as my way of thanking you. We can also get to know this woman who seems to have stolen our daughter’s heart.” “That sounds…” I trailed off, not knowing whether I should really do this or not, but then I saw Chloe’s expression change. Suddenly she had those puppy dog eyes that were impossible to resist, and she was nodding along, clearly hoping I’d say yes. “...Wonderful.” “Great. Then we’ll see you next weekend. Chloe, I’ll keep you updated and let you know when we leave the hospital,” Evelyn said, turning to her daughter. “Please do,” Chloe replied. “And Dad, I love you. And you Mum.” Chloe gave a kiss to her Dad, then her Mum, then walked off, out of the room. I said goodbye and waved to her parents, but just as I was leaving, her Dad said one last thing: “See, can’t resist those puppy dog eyes of hers, eh?” “She’ll have me wrapped around her little finger…” I replied, waving my last goodbye and walking off to catch up to my… well… My girlfriend. “You’re quiet… did I fuck up?” “Huh?” she asked, standing there. Her body was standing by the car door, but her mind was clearly off somewhere completely different, making me worry about her even more. “Oh… sorry…” “I figured I’d help you with your Dad’s garage…” “Oh… that… no, it’s fine. I actually appreciate it. You really don’t have to though.” “No, I’m happy to help. It’s the least I can do. So… if that’s not the problem, what’s going on in that little brain of yours?” “I… no… nothing… it’s stupid.” “If it’s worrying you so much, it isn’t stupid.” “I’m not worried. Just…” “Just what?” “I never noticed how my Mum and Dad are around me. It… it reminded me of how you treated me earlier…” “Is that a bad thing? I can stop…” “No!” she blurted out, quickly realising how defensive she sounded. “Just… worried it’ll make things creepy and weird if my parents treat me the same way you do…” “Sweetpea. It’s okay. A lot of littles feel this way. A lot of littles feel guilty about it all. And I think you’re just going through a bit of that. But I can stop if it gets too weird for you, okay? Just say ‘Sam, I need a break from the little stuff’ and I’ll drop it.” “How are you so… so…” “So… what, poppet?” “So… understanding? Supportive? None of my ex’s would’ve driven me here, they’d have given me taxi fare at the most, or allowed me to drive myself in the state I’m in at worst.” “You deserve better than that, cupcake. Now, why don’t you come stay at my place tonight? I know your Dad is fine now, but I still don’t want you worrying alone. I’ll sleep on the sofa, and you can take my bed. Though I warn you… Smudge is a cuddler.” She giggled. “Are you sure?” she asked, nervously. “It’s only our second date…” “I’m sure. I’m a pretty good judge of character. And my heart is telling me I like you. A lot. Enough to be your girlfriend, even this early on.” I wasn’t lying. I am. But I obtained that from experience. But it’s too early to lump that baggage on her, though I wonder if it’s ever going to be the right time. Either way, I’ll set her up in my bed and make sure she’s got breakfast and everything. “I’ll need…” “Jammies? Charger? Toothbrush? Why don’t we call by yours so you can pick some stuff up, then go to mine? I’d suggest I stay at yours, as it would be much easier, but I didn’t want to push my luck, plus I need to be home at some point soon to feed Smudge, otherwise he’s going to start chewing his way through my Dickens collection. Plus, ya know… I got your parents approval tonight! So you have to get the approval of my family. You can start with Smudge, though he seems to like you already.” “So… I’ll need the approval of your Dad in order to date you?” she asked, sporting a cheeky little smile on her face as she waited patiently for me to unlock the car door. “I thought we were already dating? At least that’s what you told your Mum…” I grinned back at her. “And you told her we were on our second date! I… I mean… are you okay with me saying that we’re together? I felt a bit… umm…” “Sweetie, would you like to go out with me?” I asked, breaking the awkward tension that was building up, as well as her growing anxiety that you could see on her face. “I… uh huh…” “What’s that, poppet? I didn’t hear you. Use your big girl words…” It was like she shrank four feet in a second. You could see her cheeks turning more and more red the more her eyes widened. “I… I… ahhhhhpfplplfplfplfplf…” she replied, flustered. “I see you can speak sub…” “Huh?” she asked, confused, her cheeks still bright red. “You managed to say in words the same keyboard smash a submissive types when they get flustered. Well done!” “JUST GET IN THE CAR AND LETS GO SEE SMUDGE!” she blurted out, frantically trying to open the car door so she could escape this embarrassing situation. “Meow!” Smudge said as we walked into the dark bookshop, closing the door behind us after our trip to the hospital and back to Chloe’s apartment to pick up some stuff. “Evening Smudge. Have you been good?” I asked, stumbling past all the books in the aisle, trying to make my way towards the back of the shop with only the faintest of light coming from the street lamppost outside. “Kitty!” Chloe replied, rushing over to where Smudge was sitting, on one of the shelves, wrapping her arms around the cat, kissing him on his little furry head. Thankfully, he seemed to love this attention. “Oh I see, Smudge gets kisses and cuddles but I don’t?” I whined, only half-joking. “You can have a goodnight kiss if you want…” “And cuddles?” “Well duh… it’s late, but it’s not that late… that’s why…” she trailed off at the end there as she rummaged around the last-minute bag she had packed, pulling out a DVD of a certain fantasy trilogy that would keep us up all night.” “No.” “Awwwww, why not?” “You’re off work tomorrow, correct?” “Yeah, it’s the weekend, why?” “Why don’t we get the TV set up down here tomorrow, and we can binge watch the whole series together? Unlike some, I don’t work Monday to Friday. I have to open the shop, but I could do that whilst watching this with you. For now, why don’t we just watch an episode of something fun. Maybe a cartoon?” “Are you trying to get me to be little?” “Is it working?” I smirked. I could see her arguing with herself internally. She clearly wanted to watch cartoons now, but she was still struggling to accept that she may be interested in all this little stuff. Because it’s clear that she enjoyed cartoons before even knowing what a little was. “Fine. But if I’m going to spend the day with my girl… friend… wow… That's weird to say.” “Good weird or bad weird?” I asked. “Good. But if we’re spending the day together this early… I’m ordering lunch for us.” “That’s fine by me. Provided I can set up a little treat of my own?” Her little face lit up. “What is it?” she asked, excitedly. “Ah, but that would ruin the surprise.” “Buh I wanna knoooooow!” she whined. “And you wonder why I saw a little in you…” I replied, giggling at her, making her blush again. “Shush! Fine. Movie day tomorrow.” “Good. Sounds perfect. Now, let’s get your jammies on, get you upstairs, and maybe, if you’re a good girl… I’ll read you a bedtime story…” She looked at me, wide-eyed, her cheeks turning more red by the second. “LET’S GO, SMUDGE!” she blurted out, just like before. God… she’s adorable when she’s flustered. I was going to enjoy her yelling at me tomorrow, when I’ve successfully executed my brilliant plan. I know she’s got a little side in here. She knows this too. It’s just a matter of bringing it out slowly, and letting her get comfortable with it. Only then can she let go and consider being… being my baby girl. Because it’s been too long since I was last called Mummy (by someone I loved, I get plenty of creeps calling me that online). And I can’t wait to hear that cute little voice of hers utter it. ====================================================== 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! On 10/12/2025 at 1:43 PM, Bluebird67 said: Crying with happiness here! Kudos for ditching so many tropes about meeting one’s partner’s parents! But it leaves your fans on edge wondering when you’re going to introduce an evil (or even unkind) character. Yay! I wanted them to have good relationships with not only their own parents, but also each other's parents. So it makes me happy that that decision was appreciated As for evil character? Me? Having a villain? Never! 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LittleFallenPrincess Posted October 19, 2025 Author Posted October 19, 2025 Chapter 15: Marathon Bound – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- Chloe I woke up feeling… anxious? Like… a lot had happened yesterday. It felt like it went from zero to sixty to a hundred and back to sixty again. Second date, Sam’s big kinky reveal, Dad’s heart attack, accidentally getting into a relationship with the woman I’ve had like two dates with, and now I’m waking up in her bed. She was sweet enough to sleep on her sofa, so I was alone in the bedroom, splayed out in her big double bed, with her purple duvet keeping me all cuddly and cosy. And the best thing? It smelled like her. I never noticed how good she smelled until I lay in her bed last night, after she tucked me in. And no, she didn’t read me a bedtime story, turned her down in the moment, though I’m not going to lie… the sound of being read something by her heavenly voice makes a part of me quiver with excitement. So maybe I’ll take her up on that next time. No… for now, I just had to get up and get out of bed, get dressed, and go spend the day with my ‘girlfriend’. Shit. I just realised. I never gave her an answer… After hastily jumping out of bed, and without changing out of my jammies I ran over the wooden floorboards towards the bedroom door, running out of the room… to find an empty apartment. I checked the kitchen… no one. I checked the bathroom… nothing. There were no signs of her on the sofa in her living room. So I figured she must have opened the shop downstairs, so I quickly ran down the stairs in my jammies, without thinking, grabbed the handle of the downstairs door with my hand and pulled. But as I did so, I heard Sam shout something. “NOT YET!” “Huh?” I replied, freezing completely still as I held tightly onto the door handle, with only a centimetre gap or so between the frame and the door. “DON’T COME OUT YET. I’M SETTING UP YOUR SURPRISE!” “Sam… it’s like nine in the morning. What are you doing at this hour? How long have you been up?” “Umm… I plead the fifth.” “We aren’t American.” “So? Can’t I plead what I like?” “I guess?” “So I plead the fifth! Now don’t come out. I’m just finishing up the last few touches. Honestly, I wasn’t expecting you up this early, we didn’t go to bed until late last night.” “Fine. You have two minutes. Because I have something to say.” “Something good or something bad?” “Something good. Now please hurry up, I don’t like talking through the door!” “Fine, just no peeking!” I patiently waited two minutes, which felt like a year, until she finally called out. “Come on then…” “Holy. Fuck.” “Language…” I felt that same feeling I felt last night, the one when she told me to ‘use my words’. Now she’s controlling my words and I SHOULD BE OFFENDED BUT INSTEAD I FEEL LIKE TWO FEET TALL. HOW? I was this close to stamping my feet in a tantrum… and I was never the kind of kid that threw tantrums! I was extremely well behaved when I was small. So why did I want to act out now? “Sorry…” I mumbled, before composing myself again. “So? What do you think?” What do I think? I think this woman has gone to the effort of building me not just a blanket fort at the back of her bookshop, near her desk, but a blanket fortress! Blankets being held up by chairs, blankets inside, fairy lights strung up around the whole thing, hell she’s even got her TV down and put it in, facing the mass of cushions and pillows at the back. I would’ve loved this as a kid. Ah who am I kidding? I fucking love this now! I wanted to tell her all this. But all that was running through my head was the answer she had asked for last night, the one that got pushed aside. So… I blurted it out. “YES.” Way to go, Chloe. You made loads of sense. Well done. A+. No notes. She will totally understand what you mean… I wanted to curl up into a ball, then deposit myself into a dark hole within a vacuum of space so that no one could even sense me. “Huh?” was all she said, looking at me with that cute face of hers. Sweaty and tired face, but cute nonetheless. “YESIWANTTOBEYOURGIRLFRIENDIFYOUSTILLWANTTHATANDSTILLWANTME!” “Sweetpea… slow down. You know there exists these things between words called ‘spaces’? Do you want to try again?” she replied, giggling, trying to hold back her full laughter. “You asked me last night. Properly asked me.” “I did. And… oh yes, you never actually gave me an answer, did you? Other than a very mumbled ‘uh huh’.” “So yes. I want to be your girlfriend. I really like you. I don’t care if I’m rushing things. I want… I want to be with you…” “Good. Because I want to be your girlfriend too. So get that cute little butt of yours into this blanket fort so we can cuddle.” “What about breakfast?” “We’re ordering in all day. So get in here so we can decide what we’re getting.” I needed no pushing, I needed no more incentive, I just dove in, head first, landing on the mass of cushions and pillows. “So…” “So?” I replied, being caught off guard by Sam suddenly wanting to talk about something whilst I had half a bacon roll shoved in my mouth. “Manners, sweetie… eat your mouthful first.” Doing as I was told, which apparently is something I’m to expect to have to do if I’m to date this gorgeous woman… I quickly ate what was currently in my mouth, which seemed to go on forever because we were both focused on it. “I just said ‘so’,” I replied, once I had swallowed. “Good girl. And I was just saying ‘so’… what do you want to watch whilst we snuggle?” “Aren’t we binge watching the movies today?” “Just wanted to make sure you still wanted to. And yup! I’ve already got your DVDs and put it on.” “Aren’t you supposed to run the shop? You know… your main source of income? The thing you are responsible for?” I asked, concerned a bit that I was throwing a wrench into the machine by being here. “I am running the shop,” she replied, smiling sweetly at me. “From inside a blanket fort?” With the most serious face ever, the one you could see her actively straining to keep, she replied so nonchalantly with “Exactly.” “Aren’t people going to be scared away?” “Hun, we barely get any business as it is. And if anyone is scared away by two grown women enjoying a blanket fort and some good fantasy movies… then I don’t want them in my store anyway.” That’s when the bell rang, the one above the door. “See, there’s a customer. So finish your sammich, then get ready for the movie. I’ll be right back, sweetpea.” She kissed the top of my forehead and crawled out of the fort to greet whoever just walked in. Not only was I anxious that maybe the person would say something awkward about me being in a blanket fort at my age… but I also started to feel anxious about… well… everything. That little kiss on the head made me realise… we’re dating now. But it’s been barely any time since our lunch date. We’ve known each other, actually known each other for like a week or so. That’s it. And here I am, in a blanket fort, eating breakfast, about to get cuddles. And we hadn’t even had a kiss yet. Forehead kisses are amazing, sure, but I mean actual kisses. Maybe… maybe we were rushing things… “Hi Mrs Higgins! It’s lovely to see you again.” “Hello Samantha! Oh my… what is that?” “Oh it’s a blanket fort.” “I thought so. But… What is it doing in your shop? Are you babysitting or something? I didn’t know you had siblings…” “I have a sister, but no, this fort isn’t for her kids.” Wait… she has a sister? I thought it was just her and her Dad? Oh god… there’s even more I don’t know about her. “Who is it for?” “My girlfriend! Chloe, say hi!” Shit. I don’t like being put on the spot like this. I couldn’t see either of them, but I could hear Sam calling for me. So I just reached out my hand out of the fort and waved, refusing to show any more than that. “Hellooooo…” I replied, nervously. “Girlfriend? Well I’m glad you finally found someone!” “Me too, Mrs Higgins. Excuse her though, she’s a bit nervous around new people. We just thought we’d have a snuggly day watching movies, but of course I have this place to run, so I set this up. She never got one as a kid, you see…” I never said that… but it does make a good excuse. So I’ll let her off this time. ‘Mrs Higgins’ and Sam talked a bit more about books and some book group Mrs Higgins was in, before the woman left and Sam rejoined me in the fort. “You okay, poppet?” “You have a sister?” I blurted out. “Did I not tell you?” “No…” “Oh yeah, she’s a bit younger than me, but only by a few years. She went off to university, whilst I took on the family business.” “Why didn’t you talk about her? You’ve mentioned your Dad, and your Mum. But not her.” “I try not to talk about her too much, she hates it when I go on about ‘my amazing sister’.” “Oh… okay…” I said, trailing off, dejectedly. “What’s up hun?” “Are… are we rushing things? We barely know each other, which has just been made all the more clearer…” “Maybe? Do you care?” “Umm… a bit…” “Then let’s slow things down. Hun, I’m not looking to rush into something we both may regret. I wanted to introduce you to aspects of my life slowly. So if you want to back up a bit and slow things down… that is perfectly fine.” “I… just want to know more about you. I feel the connection we have, and I think we’d be really good together… but I feel like we haven’t dated at all before jumping into a serious relationship. Maybe my Dad ending up in the hospital rushed things a bit too much… but we haven’t even kissed yet.” She looked… sad. Like really sad. At least that’s what I could see behind the happy facade she was putting on right now. Fuck. I had fucked it up already. “I’m sorry,” I mumbled. “I fucked it up. I’ll… I’ll just go…” I went to crawl out of the fort, when a hand shot out and grabbed my wrist, pulling me back gently, making me turn and face the owner of said hand. “Sweetie. You haven’t fucked anything up. I’ve been a bit too eager and a bit too forward, and I agree your Dad’s incident kinda sped things up a bit too much out of excitement and fear. Am I disappointed? Yes. Not just that we are taking a step back already, but that I allowed us to get to this point in the first place. I should have-” “No, it’s not your fault. We both kinda jumped into it.” “Then how about… we finish breakfast, we watch the first movie of the trilogy, then I’ll call you a taxi home? We can watch the next movie the next time you stay over. Though maybe that will be after a couple more dates…” “I… I’d like that. But… umm…” I trailed off, awkwardly. “But what, cutie?” “Are we still dating? Are we still girlfriends?” I asked. “Do you want to be?” “Yeah. But if we’re still in the early dating stages, should we really say we’re girlfriends?” “Who says we can’t? Look, it’s just terms. If you like it, use it. I don’t mind. We are definitely going to take things a bit slower from now on though, okay poppet?” “Please don’t think this is me not being interested in you… or being scared away from your kink stuff… I just… I want to get to know you more.” “I’m 100% in agreement, Chloe. Seriously, it’s fine. We take things slower. How about we go watch a movie together next weekend?” “Can… Can I still text you?” She cupped my jaw in her hands and stared at me, as if staring into my soul. “Sweetie, I’ll be calling you every day. Texting will be considered mandatory. I have to check in every day or I’ll start to worry.” “Some people would be scared off by that…” “And you?” she asked, raising her eyebrow. She clearly wanted an honest answer. “I… I like it…” “Good girl.” “What for?” “For being honest. About that, about the speed of this relationship, about everything. I get so caught up in things, I’m glad you spoke up and put your needs out in the open.” “CAN YOU KISS ME NOW PLEASE?” I blurted out, without thinking. She smiled sweetly at me, before bending forward and kissing my lips. Only for a second… but that second was all that was needed as the contact between our lips broke and she sat back, letting go of my face. “Is that all I get?” I whined. “For now. You get more on our next date.” I was ready to melt at that point. I wasn’t sure if this was her way of obeying the whole ‘slower relationship’ thing… or if this was her way of torturing me. Or maybe… maybe it’s a bit of both? ====================================================== I'm a sucker for a good blanket fort 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! 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LittleFallenPrincess Posted October 22, 2025 Author Posted October 22, 2025 Chapter 16: Slow Bound – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- Samantha Twelve. Twelve days. Twelve. Freakin. Days. I haven’t seen that girl in nearly two weeks, and it’s killing me. But of course I have to be sensible about this, we rushed into something a bit too quickly, and we promised each other we’d take it slower… I just didn’t imagine it feeling this slow! Not that it’s her fault. She’s been busy, I’ve been busy, and our schedules just haven’t aligned lately. Plus she’s been going back to her hometown a lot lately to keep a check on her Dad after his heart attack. I didn’t even get to go to help out with their garage last weekend because they had a last minute thing pop up, promising to rearrange it for a ‘future weekend’. And I just want to be the strong, sensible one. I want to be the one who puts her foot down and says we need to go at a pace that is reasonable and comfortable for both of us. But in reality? I want to show up at her doorsteps, with a dozen roses, some cheesy music playing in the background, and to confess my love for her. Because whilst we haven’t been able to see each other or have another date since we decided to take things slower, we’ve barely stopped texting and calling each other over the past near-fortnight. And hoooooooooly crap, she’s adorable. And we have so much in common. And did I say she’s adorable? Because she is. The way she talks, the way she says ‘good night’ to me every night before she goes to sleep, the way she giggles at my stupid jokes… I haven’t been this into someone since… well… yeah… But no, we were right, we need to let this play out slower. We need to take this seriously and not just jump in feet first. That’s how a lot of relationships burn out. And I want this one to last. So… when I was sitting there in my shop, minding my own business, and I received a text from her whilst she was at work… I nearly spat out my coffee when I saw what she sent me. “Chloe… you naughty little thing…” I growled, before quickly looking up to check no one was in the shop to hear that. And upon confirming that no one was around, as it wasn’t even lunchtime yet, I looked back down at the photo she had sent me. Get your mind out of the gutter by the way, she was just taking a cute selfie in the bathroom at work, when she should be working. But oh my… my heart skipped a beat upon seeing that pretty face of hers. Chloe: Date tomorrow night? This… was sudden. But not unappreciated. Tomorrow… Tomorrow… I can do tomorrow. Tomorrow is good. Not too sudden, not too far away. Not doing anything… Tomorrow works! Sam: Sounds good. What do you have in mind, Duckie? I had slowly, over the course of the two weeks, started referring to her as Duckie, albeit only occasionally. Partially because it’s an adorable pet name, partially because it makes her keyboard smash and that’s even more adorable. Chloe: I was thinking… I come over to your place? Sam: I thought we were avoiding each other’s places until we’ve had a couple of dates in between. Chloe: I know. But it’s been two weeks. And it’s not our fault our free time didn’t sync up. Plus… I may have a surprise… Sam: A surprise? For me? Chloe: Yup. But no asking what it is. Cus I’m not telling! She followed up with a cute little winking emoji that was sticking its tongue out. Sam: Not even a hint? Chloe: Nope. No hints. No reveals. Nothing. You just have to wait until tomorrow. So… how about I call round after work? Sam: Sounds good. I can’t cook last minute though, so we’ll have to order takeaway. Chloe: Fine with me. Can eat me out maybe. Sam: Excuse me, little girl? Chloe: I MEAN EAT OUT! NOT ME OUT! Chloe: FUCK. Chloe: Sorry. Chloe: I swear I didn’t mean to say that… Sam: I wonder where your head is, right now… I followed up with the same winky emoji she had just used. Chloe: SHUUUUUSH! Totally not fair. I can’t help it. Bored at work. Save meeeeeeeeeeee. Sam: Want me to come put Craig in time out? Chloe: You’re really feeling the Mummy thing today, aren’t you? First ‘little girl’, now ‘timeouts’. Sam: Sorry. I know you’re not on board with that yet. I’ll tone it down. Sorry. Just… I’m used to talking to other kinksters and littles. I sometimes forget when talking to people outside of it. Chloe: Don’t worry about it! It’s cute. Sam: Are you sure? Because… Chloe: Because what? Sam: Because you have barely talked about what I revealed to you the other week. Chloe: I just needed some time to think about it all, do some research. Sam: And? Chloe: We can talk about it tomorrow, on our date. She used a smiley face emoji this time, one that I couldn’t tell if she was using it in a genuine way or a passive aggressive way. I hoped the former. Sam: Okay. I'm looking forward to it. Guessing we’re watching the second movie? Chloe: Of course! The gang just split up, we can’t just leave them hanging like that! Sam: Duckie, you do know we’ve both watched the movies like dozens of times? Chloe: But Saaaaaaaaaaaaam. Sam: I can’t tell if you’re talking about me or the character. Chloe: Both? Shit, I need to go, Craig is being a grumpyguts today and I need to get back to work. Ttyl babe ❤️ Chloe: Shit. Sorry. Didn’t mean to call you babe. Sam: I like it. Chloe: OKAY BABE, TTYL ❤️ I breathed a sigh of relief. Which was then followed by a quick inhale of panic as I realised I had just over 24 hours to get my apartment cleaned up. I may have let it slide into a mess again after the whole thing with us ‘taking it slower’… ----------------------------- The following night… ------------------------------- “So, we’ve been dating for a few weeks now. Though we’ve only had three dates,” I said as I talked to her on the phone. It was only an hour or so until she was to turn up at the shop, so I was in the process of getting ready after shutting the shop early and heading upstairs to my apartment, before she called, saying she could chat for a bit as she had finished the work she was doing at… well… work. So I put her on speaker, laying my phone down on my dressing table as I got to work putting my makeup on. We did the usual ‘hows your day going’ stuff, asking if she’s excited for later, all that fun stuff. And then she said she was currently using this time to get ready for our date too, though it was proving to be difficult doing so in the work bathroom. “So you’re finally counting the lunch as a date?” Chloe replied, giggling. “But yes, we have.” “So do you feel like we have earned the right to say we’re dating now?” I still felt a slight bit of nervousness and guilt over everything that happened nearly two weeks ago. I had hoped to have quashed these feelings with more dates, but our schedules just never matched. But still… talking every day for hours on end… that’s just as important as going on dates, right? “Sam. Like I’ve been telling you for what seems like a year… yes. I know we rushed into things, but we also both recognised that we had done so and took a step back. And I’d like to think that over the course of our essay-long text chains… that we know each other pretty well by now. So stop worrying.” “Usually I’m the one to calm my partner…” “Yeah well despite you being a domme, this relationship is 50/50. We both have to put effort in. And if my big bad independent girlfriend has worries, I’m here to help you with them.” “You’re too sweet.” “Just wait until you see what I’m wearing for our date tonight.” “Why?” “You may not think I’m as sweet then…” “Oh, something naughty, eh?” I growled, wondering what on earth she could be wearing. Maybe a sexy dress… maybe some lingerie that may be seen if we go that extra step in our relationship… Because up until now, it’s mostly been a romantic relationship. Sure, there’s been bits of teasing here and there, but obviously without seeing each other in person, there’s only so much we can do. But even then, we’ve just been flirting and getting to know each other and talking nerdy shit. There’s been no talk of sex, masturbation, kink, anything. After I laid out my biggest secret nearly two weeks ago, you’d have thought we’d have talked about it. But I started off by giving her some space and not discussing it. I thought it’s best if she had some time to think about it and then eventually one of us would bring it up. But the longer I gave her, the more awkward it felt to bring it up, so I just kept silent. “I have something special for tonight,” she said, in a really flirty voice. Okay… so maybe sex is on the table tonight. I better make sure everything is perfect. I need to make sure this is perfect for our first time then… “I’m looking forward to it. Honestly, I don’t think I’ll be able to wait…” I giggled. Suddenly the doorbell rang. “Hun, I’ll be right back. Someone’s at the door downstairs, probably a customer thinking I’m still open. Just… hang on…” I grabbed my phone and rushed out of my bedroom, adjusting my dress so it fit properly, so I could answer the door in a decent state. At least I had done my makeup to a decent standard already. And after I nearly fell down the stairs to get to the front of the shop to answer it before whoever it was left, I pushed the door open and turned to see… “Really?” I cried in frustration, catching my breath from rushing for no reason. Her cute smile made me forgive her in an instant as she stared at me through the front door window, waving excitedly from a distance. “Really!” she said, raising her voice so it would carry through the glass, all the way to the back of my store. Pulling the phone back up to my ear, I sighed, “I thought you weren’t off for another hour…” “Craig let me off early for my date,” she replied, down the phone this time, despite being within eyesight. “Did he now… well lucky for you I’m pretty much ready.” I hung up the phone call and dropped it on my desk as I grabbed the front door key and headed over to meet my overeager girlfriend at the front of the shop. I was greeted by a kiss from the girl wearing her long coat and heels, despite it not being the correct weather for a thick coat like that. “You must be roasting in that thing…” was the first thing I said once our lips parted. “Yes. But it’s keeping certain things hidden.” “Wait, are you wearing nothing but lingerie under there?” I asked as I quickly locked up the shop behind her. “No,” she said, making my hopes shatter in an instant. “But I do have something under the dress that is under the coat.” She took a second to play over her last sentence in her head, making sure it made sense, before nodding to herself and smiling back up at me. “When do I get to see?” “I mean… I could show you now, but I don’t think we want the random people on the street to see.” I grabbed her wrist and turned so quickly I nearly gave the girl whiplash, dragging her off as fast as I could towards the stairs to my apartment. ====================================================== 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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Bluebird67 Posted October 22, 2025 Posted October 22, 2025 I think we can guess where this cliffhanger is leading… 😜
Moon3ye Posted October 22, 2025 Posted October 22, 2025 Why do I have the feeling that she contacted Samantha's other friend through Craig and didn't put anything revealing under her coat, but rather a cute onesie that says “Mommy's Princess”? 1
LittleFallenPrincess Posted October 26, 2025 Author Posted October 26, 2025 Chapter 17: Reveal Bound – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- Chloe In the time it took us to dash through the store and up the stairs to her apartment, my excitement had quickly turned into anxiety… and I was wondering if I was the one being a bit too forward this time. I know we’ve had a lot more time to get to know each other since we decided to take things slow, but this is the first time we’ve seen each other in person, after I took the leap and suggested we have a date night. I thought she was just too nervous to ask, hence why I suggested it, but maybe… maybe she wasn’t interested and maybe she was just being friendly and trying not to let me down too harshly… So when I stood there, in her apartment, in my long coat and the… surprise… I may have had the briefest of thoughts about running out. “So… my surprise?” she said, taking a few steps back, releasing her grip on my hands, looking me up and down, as if she was observing her prey. …Why did that excite me so much? “I… umm…” I replied, nervously. “Sweetie, if you’re too nervous to show, that’s okay. There’s no pressure or rush with me, okay?” “I… no… I…” I could feel it between my legs. There was no hiding it. If it was just lingerie, it would’ve felt normal, and I could put it to the back of my mind… but the… the… UGH I CAN’T EVEN THINK THE WORD PADDING WITHOUT GETTING EMBARRASSED! Padding… padding… padding… that word, that previously innocent word… now brought about intense shame and guilt and embarrassment and… and… excitement. Here I was, in a damn pullup, about to reveal it to my girlfriend, knowing that it’ll probably make her happy… like… this was a source of shame for me growing up. These aren’t new to me, I’ve worn them in the past as a teen. So I’m feeling a mix of excitement and shame as I slowly unbutton my coat, revealing the dress I was wearing underneath. “You look… beautiful!” she commented, looking at me in awe. I didn’t say a word, I just let my cheeks wash over with an even more intense heat, walking forward and putting my fingers on her chest, pushing her back gently until she fell back onto her sofa. Joining her on the sofa, straddling my legs across her lap, I pinned her down against the back cushion, staring into her beautiful sparkling blue eyes, biting my lip as I got closer and closer to her lips. “Chloe… are you sure…?” I pressed my finger against her lips before she could continue. No. I was ready for this. Taking a deep breath, I lowered my backside onto her lap, and suddenly her expression changed. Her eyes widened. “Chloe… are you…?” I continued biting my lip, my cheeks turning more and more red as I nodded. “Oh you naughty little tease…” she growled, reaching back and squeezing the thick padding. “Wait… is that a pullup?” I bent down, so my lips were close to her ear, trying to be seductive as possible as I used up all the willpower I had been saving up to utter these words… “...Yes Mummy…” She grabbed my face and used her momentum to flip me over, whilst putting herself on top of me, pinning me down this time on the sofa cushions. “You’re such a good girl for me…” she growled. I swear I was this close to using this damn pullup when she uttered those words to me. “I… I thought you’d like this…” “Oh sweetpea… this is perfect, thank you.” “I’m glad. I wanted to do something special…” “Did you go to the shop to get them?” “I… uh huh…” “I bet you were really blushy when you got them, huh?” she teased, grinning at me. She has no idea. I was mortified when I had to step up to the counter to pay for them because the self-service checkouts were out of order. But I did it. “Right… come with me, Princess…” Grabbing my wrist again as she climbed off the sofa, she pulled me along for the ride. I never thought I’d like this kind of thing but I love how forceful and in control she’s being. I always wanted someone who would take control in a relationship, but then felt too needy whenever I tried to express that, often feeling guilty for it. But here was this gorgeous raven-haired woman, taking me back into her bedroom by the wrist… and I was in Heaven. Slamming the door behind us, she finally let go of my wrist, then pounced onto her bed, opening her bedside drawer and rummaging about in it. “Sweetie… I have something for you…” “You do?” I asked, dropping my seductive persona, the one I was trying really hard to keep going. Because of course I do, I hear ‘treat’ and I react like a damn puppy… “Come here…” she growled again, as she turned over, holding something in her hands but covering it so I couldn’t see. “What is it?” “Close your eyes.” I did as I was told and closed my eyes. “Open your mouth.” I… had no idea what this ‘surprise’ could be, but I trusted her… so I opened my mouth, keeping my eyes closed. And she slid something in, something I wasn’t expecting, sliding it gently across my tongue. Something soft… something… “Close your mouth now, baby…” As my lips wrapped around something a lot smaller than I had expected, I felt a foreign presence both in and hanging out of my mouth… and I realised just what it was. Quickly spinning around to look in the standing mirror beside her wardrobe, my theory was confirmed… I was sucking on a dummy. “A… dummy?” I said, my words sounding muffled and especially babyish with such a large object occupying my mouth. “Yes baby. I got this for you, just in case.” “You did? Buh wha if I din’t wike it?” “Then it’s no big loss.” “I guess you can just buy them at the supermarket…” “Not these ones…” she said, grinning at me. My eyebrows furrowed as I quickly grabbed the ring of the dummy, pulled it out and inspected it. It was huge! Like… twice, maybe three times the size of a normal dummy. “It’s an adult one. Sized up for little ones like you,” she explained. “We don’t even know if I’m a ‘little one’ yet…” “That’s why we’re starting off small. That wasn’t expensive and is a simple thing to help dip your toes in. Good job on trying pull ups first. They’ll be a good test to see if you’re even interested in this. After which we can move onto proper nappies.” “Nap-” I could barely think the word ‘padding’ earlier, there’s no way I’m saying that word! “Yes, sweetpea. Nappies!” I could see her eyes focusing on her wardrobe. It was only the briefest flash, her eyes darted there and lingered for only a split second, but it was a split second that was extremely noticeable. “You have some, don’t you?” I sighed, raising my eyebrow at her. “What makes you think that?” she asked, sounding as innocent as possible. “So… if I was to…” I climbed off her, walking over to her wardrobe, my pullup crinkling slightly with every step. Pulling open her wardrobe door, I looked down at the bottom of it to see an extremely colourful package just sitting there… waiting… I grabbed it and pulled it out. “I… may have got them whilst I was ordering your dummy…” “What if I wasn’t into it?” I asked, as I pulled up the package so I could see it clearly. The packaging looked so colourful and childish, like actual baby na… na… those things. I found myself actually admiring how professional these things looked, how authentic they seemed. “If you weren’t, then I know a little who I’d give them to at the next event. And even then, they weren’t expensive just for one pack and a dummy.” “Event? Wait… there are meetups for this kind of thing?” “Baby steps, Chloe. Pun intended. Yes, there are events, though they tend to be more general kink ones. But there are other littles there. And if you ever want to go, we can, but for now it’s all about seeing if this is even something you’d be interested in trying. No jumping ten steps ahead, I need to make sure you’re comfortable, having fun, and doing all this with full consent.” I looked down at the package of the babyish adult sized na… those things… and admired how cute they looked through the transparent part of the packaging. And that’s when I felt this urge… this desire… this feeling of needing to know what they feel like. Because this pullup, so far, hasn’t really been a big deal to wear. Sure, it was mortifying buying the damn things, it was embarrassing as I pulled it up, and the crinkling was humiliating… but they were pretty damn comfortable so far and they were cute and honestly I kinda forgot I was even wearing it for part of the journey here… Also I can see where I’m going with this. I’m justifying my decision and trying to talk myself into asking her for one of these ‘proper’ things. And yes, I’m just calling them ‘things’ from now on. Then a certain someone said something that broke my trance. “Do you want to try one on?” I could feel my cheeks beginning to burn once again as I stared at her intensely, frozen on the spot like a frightened deer, clutching the large package against my chest. “I… umm…” “If you don’t like it, you can take it off straight away. I won’t be upset.” “I… don’t know how to do it…” “Do what?” “Put one on…” “How about I put it on you? And to save you the embarrassment, I’ll let you hide all the appropriate bits,” she said, pointing at my hips. “I… umm… sure…” So she took the package from my hands, ripped it open and took out one of the ‘things’, laying it out open on the bed… and I wondered how far I was willing to go with this just to make her happy. Because what I hadn’t told her… was that I did my research beforehand. I know how to put one on, in theory anyway. I know what they look like, although it was still weird seeing them up close. And I’m glad I don’t have my parents checking my internet history like when I was a kid, because if they could see the stuff I searched through just to get some understanding as to what I was getting myself into… I may have even signed up to a forum full of these ‘littles’, asking advice as to what I should do or how I should act. It was one ‘Mummy’ in particular, ‘Mummy N’, that messaged me privately, offering advice, and thankfully, they were friendly enough and nice enough to tell me not to force myself if I didn’t feel comfortable, that my girlfriend would understand if I wasn’t into it. I explained that I’m not into it yet. I’m hoping maybe I will eventually. But I need to try it in order to find out, so I asked what I should do to surprise her. They said take the initiative, try one on. I declined this, as I didn’t want to go buying a whole pack of… those things… just to find out I don’t like them. I looked at the prices, they’re expensive! At least for what they are. So in the end, she suggested pullups. And I bought them like a week ago and stored them in a cupboard, constantly opening it throughout the week, worrying that I’m going too far for a girl who may just get bored with me if I end up not being a ‘little’. Mummy N ended up helping me by answering a bunch of questions I had, like if I was expected to use the ‘things’, what littles do when regressed, what I can do to make my girlfriend happy, that kind of thing. She commented on how sweet I was for trying it, and that made me blush a little, but I didn’t think I was that sweet… was I? I’m just doing something nice for my girlfriend… But this random internet stranger was lovely enough, and told me that most vanilla people wouldn’t even try it for their partners, she knows from experience. So that made me feel like a better girlfriend, which was nice. And we proceeded to chat about kinks and other random things early into the night. “Come on then, sweetpea…” Sam said, bringing me back into the present once again. “You lay down, I’ll look away as you take off the pull-up, then you pull the front up over you, okay? I’ll do the tapes. Oh and make sure to use lots of powder before you pull up the front, okay baby?” I nodded and smiled at her as I wandered over, turned around, and fell back onto the bed… onto the big white crinkly shape that was laying on the bed. “Let me just make sure you’re perfectly positioned…” she said as she scooched me over a bit and adjusted the ‘thing’ underneath me. “And there! Perfect. Right, pull-up off, powder on, pull front half up. Got it?” “Yes… Mummy…” I replied, hoping I wasn’t pushing too far too quickly. But as I said that, you could see the fire in her eyes, and I knew I was hitting all the right buttons for her. ====================================================== 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 October 26, 2025 Posted October 26, 2025 I wouldn't be surprised if Mommy N was in reality Sam, who thought she was helping a newcomer.
LittleFallenPrincess Posted October 29, 2025 Author Posted October 29, 2025 Chapter 18: Title Bound – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- Samantha I have no idea what’s going on in that little head of hers… but whatever it is, I like it. I just hope that she’s enjoying it as much as I am. Because as she’s checking the nappy between her legs, poking it, making it crinkle, I can’t help but wonder if she’s genuinely into this or just doing it for my benefit. It's nice of her to play baby for me, but if she’s genuinely not enjoying it, I’d rather know. I don’t want to play if she’s not enjoying herself. If she’s having a good time but she’s not into it, that’s one thing, but if she’s not into it and she’s only pretending to enjoy it… then we have a problem. Seeing her in such a babyish nappy, with her dress pulled up, as she lay on my bed, her makeup perfect, and her adorable little face that I wanted to kiss so desperately… “You okay, Mummy?” “Nfffff…” I groaned, before taking a long sigh. This was perfect. But it was too early. She may not understand the importance of her words, of that title… but it was too early for me. “What? Did I do something wrong?” “No sweetpea. Just… why don’t you call me ‘Miss’ instead?” “I thought you liked being called Mummy?” She looked so confused and on the verge of being upset, and I didn’t want to appear unappreciative of her effort to indulge my kink… but I also respect her too much to let her continue. “I do… but…” “But what?” “But it’s a special title, sweetpea. Something I need to earn.” “Earn? Sorry, I don’t understand…” “How do I explain… sorry, I’m used to explaining this to littles, who already understand the basic dynamics and stuff…” I sat down next to her on the bed, with her still laying on her back. She took this as a sign to sit up, and instantly she recognised the bulk between her legs. “Oh wow… that’s so weird… but no… go ahead, sorry, I’m all ears.” “I don’t know if you looked up any of this since we last saw each other. But a lot of the resources online aren’t very good at describing the relationship between a little and their caregiver.” “Caregiver… that’s a gender neutral term, right?” she asked. “Exactly.” “So what makes it so special? Why can’t I call you Mummy?” “Because it’s a title that is earned, sweetpea. It’s like calling someone your girlfriend after two dates…” Her eyes darted around the room, trying desperately not to look directly at mine. “I mean who would even dream of doing that…” she said, holding back the giggles. “Look, sweetie, a caregiver is someone not to just call Mummy or Daddy in the bedroom and then play all childish before having wild, raunchy sex…” “Though that does sound fun…” she interrupted. “Yes, but a proper caregiver has a lot of responsibility. We may not have all the power in the relationship, but we have the most responsibility.” “How do you not have all the power? Isn’t that what a dominant does?” “Think about it this way; We only do what you want. We only go as far as your limits let us. And you have the power to safeword out of anything. Or at least that’s how it should be, sadly not all dominants are like that.” “‘Safeword’… that’s when you call out something like ‘apples’ and you stop, right?” she asked. “Clever girl! And yes, it’s exactly that. It stops all play instantly. Some people use a traffic light system, some have specific words, either way it does the same thing pretty much. And you have so much power as a submissive. It’s you who gives up your control to someone else, but at any moment you can take that control back. But a caregiver has a lot more responsibility than a regular domme.” “How so?” “Well I not only want to make sure that whatever kinky things we do are safe and consensual, like a typical domme, but I also have to make sure you’re eating enough, drinking enough, that you’re going to appointments and to work on time. I check to see if you’re taking your meds, I do the talking for you when you’re out, I make phone calls for you, I make sure you’re following your rules if you have any.” “Rules?” “That’s a discussion for another time. But on top of that, I also do the parental stuff like change you, sometimes feed you, make sure you’re healthy and happy and well taken care of.” “That sounds like you’re responsible for an actual kid.” “It can be sometimes. Some littles properly regress, their headspaces make them act that childish. So we need to be responsible. A lot of caregivers are just in it for the kinky roleplay of being called ‘Daddy’. But caregivers like me, I’m in it to make sure my little one is safe and happy. Both as a little baby and as my girlfriend.” “So ‘Mummy’ is a title that shows the respect and trust that we build together?” “Exactly! See, I knew you were a little clever clogs. To let yourself be that open, to let yourself be little in front of others… It involves an immense amount of trust. You’re at your most vulnerable when you’re little. You’re showing your most fragile side of yourself, and trusting me to take care of you during it.” “So… ‘Miss’ is better for now?” “If we were just doing some kinky roleplay and I wasn’t seeing this relationship going anywhere… maybe I’d relax my standards, although I doubt it. But I like you, Chloe. And if you end up being into this, I want to see that title as being a special contract between the two of us.” “Contract sounds so formal! But… I understand. Okay… Miss… are you okay?” I laughed. “Yes baby. But I have one question.” “Go on…” “How does that feel? How are you feeling about all this?” I asked. “That’s technically two questions. But it’s… weirdly comfortable. And I’m… also weirdly comfortable.” “That’s better than running for the hills and outing me to everyone.” “Is that something people would do? Out you?” “It’s why I don’t usually seek out vanillas. You, my dear, were a special exception.” She blushed deeply, before focusing back on her nappy, prodding it with her finger. “So… what now?” she asks. “Why don’t you just stay in that nappy for a bit, get used to it. I won’t go heavy on the babying or anything, maybe just a little light teasing… and I’ll order us some takeaway soon. We still have the second movie in the trilogy to watch, don’t we?” She looked so excited when I brought up the movie. She’s such an adorable little nerd, and I’m glad she wasn’t offended or hurt by my reluctance regarding the word ‘Mummy’. Maybe one day she’ll call me that, but it’s still technically early days, and I don’t want to push her too hard too fast. And I’m still a bit worried she’s just doing it to please me, ignoring her own feelings about it all, as that’s something I can see her doing. So Sam… take it slow… enjoy it, but be careful with this girl. Because she’s something special. As we lay there, in a bit of a food coma, watching the elves turn up at the keep just in time to help the humans defend it, with my girlfriend snuggled up with me, me being the big spoon of course… I could feel her becoming restless. Every few minutes she’d adjust her position ever so slightly, squirming a bit each time… and I knew exactly what was up. But whilst I’m usually a sweet, caring domme compared to Becks… I am still that, a domme. …And I like to play with my toys on occasion. I like to watch them squirm and writhe and moan. So there was no way I was going to miss this opportunity to watch this girl squirm and grind her thighs… She’ll tell me what she needs eventually, after much embarrassment no doubt. And I know exactly what I’ll say in response. She’s going to ask me to go to the bathroom… and I’m going to draw it out and make her blush even more than she did earlier. And we’re both going to enjoy it. “Umm…” There it is. The reluctant submission to her bladder. She drank a lot during our meal, and here it was, back to bite her in her padded behind. And of course, being new to all this… she’s probably overthought about this for hours now, about what she’ll do if she needed to pee. And truthfully? She can do whatever she wants. If she wants to get unpadded and go use the toilet, she can. If she wants to use her nappy, I’m great with that too. But the important thing is that she will need to ask what to do… and that’s where I get to tease her. I pretended to miss that ‘umm’, and kept silent for a few more minutes, waiting for the next one. “Umm…” I can probably miss one more ‘umm’ before she gets annoyed, so I kept quiet for another few minutes. “Uh… umm…” Aaaaand this is where my soft side ruins my fun… I gave in. All because I didn’t want her to be too uncomfortable. I wish I was more of a domme like Becks… if she was in my position she’d keep the girl going for hours and hours, pretending not to hear her the entire time. But then she’d also have the girl too scared to speak up and actually ask for a change. Not that Becks even knows how to change a nappy. She’s spanked one, sure, they tend to be friend’s subs who she’s ‘helping out with’, but she’s never changed one. It’s not her kink. But even so… she’d keep this girl begging with her eyes for hours. Me… one look and I’m putty, giving in at the slightest whimper. Sometimes I can put on my big bad domme persona, and torture a sub. But it doesn’t last too long, especially if they’re my sub. Someone else? A friend who wants to be teased a bit? Sure, I can go all Mommy domme on their arses all night. But if my sub pulls that one face, the one with the puppy dog eyes and a slight whimper? I give in in no time at all. Especially when they’re as cute as her. “Yes baby?” I asked, hating myself for giving in so soon. “I… umm…” “Use your big girl words…” She audibly squeaked upon hearing my reply, which was adorable. “I… umm…” “Yes?” “I need to use… the… umm…” “The potty?” She squeaked again, quickly covering her nappy with her hands. “Uh oh, did someone have an accident?” “No!” she cried out, defensively. “I… I need to use the toilet…” “And you’re too nervous to use your nappy?” “I… maybe in the future. Just… not now… okay?” I turned her head so she could see my face and smiled to let her know it was okay. “Good girl for telling me your limits.” “All I did was-” “All you did was tell me your current limits, which takes a lot of courage to do when intimidated by a tall, gorgeous woman…” I don’t believe I am gorgeous, but hey, I have to sound confident in front of a sub, even if I’m not in reality. “I… so… I can use the bathroom?” “Yes, sweetie. You may use the potty. I’m not going to force you to use your nappies,” I replied, waiting for her to smile… and as soon as she did, I followed up with “...Yet.” “Eeeeep!” “Right, come on, little one…” I was trying so hard not to go full Mama bear on her, I was actually reining it in with the cute pet names, but I can’t help it, I do it with vanilla friends and customers too. It’s just how I was brought up. Of course I don’t go around calling everyone baby or babygirl or little one… but ‘love’, ‘pet’, ‘duck’, ‘sweetpea’… I use all the little pet names other people use. Helping her off the sofa, she was still trying to adjust to the extra bulk and weight between her legs as she wobbled a bit. She looked a bit like a baby deer as she stood up straight, still holding onto both my hands. “Think you can get that off yourself, or do you need help?” I asked. “I…” “Sweetie, don’t worry about wasting it. Just rip the tapes off, go use the potty, then grab the pullup you came here in. I left it in my bedroom on the bed, just in case.” “I… okay… Miss…” I so desperately wanted to kiss those little red cheeks of hers as she waddled off towards the bathroom, her padded butt rustling from underneath that gorgeous dress of hers. And as she disappeared into the other room, I smiled and whispered quietly to myself. “I’m such a lucky Mummy.” ====================================================== I'm so glad people are enjoying the slow build of this story. It's a much slower pace throughout, and a lot more down to earth compared to all my other stories, and it was nice to write something do different. 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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LittleFallenPrincess Posted November 2, 2025 Author Posted November 2, 2025 Chapter 19: Trilogy Bound – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- Chloe As I sat there, typing on my keyboard, praying that time would speed up so I could go home and get ready, my mind began to wander. It had been a week since our last date. And it had been a week of me kicking myself for not using the ‘thing’ then, and using the pot- sorry, bathroom instead… Ugh, even Sam’s babyish language has rubbed off on me. Look at me nearly calling the toilet the ‘potty’. I knew as soon as I sat down on that porcelain throne that I had fucked up. That I should’ve gone all in and just used the damn plastic padding. That would have made Sam so happy. I mean sure, I wasn’t ready for it yet, I’m still not really sure about her whole kink. It’s… it’s really weird. Not trying to kinkshame or anything, but compared to other kinks? It’s freakin weird. Not that that’s a bad thing! I just… I just wish she had been into just BDSM or something. I could handle a bit of spanking and being tied up. I mean I am naturally submissive, after all. She knows it, I know it, hell… even Craig, my boss, knows it. Speaking of Craig… our behaviour in front of each other hasn’t changed much, but it has got a bit tense. It’s clear we’re both holding back, despite both knowing vaguely what is going on after work for the both of us… but neither of us are willing to ruin the amicable boss-employee relationship we have going between us. I’m sure one of these days that will change, but hey, hopefully that’s in the future. That’s when my phone buzzed. Sam: Hey munchkin. How’s work going? I quickly sent a message back, I didn’t want to appear like I wasn’t working. I’m pretty sure my coworkers already think I’m getting preferential treatment from Craig. Chloe: Okay. Looking forward to tonight. Sam: So… about that… Chloe: I don’t like the sound of that… Sam: We’re still on for our final movie in the trilogy. Pinky promise. Nothing could stop me from watching that movie with you, especially with you cuddled up in my arms like last week… maybe this time you’d want to stay over though instead of going home at like 1am? Chloe: Sure! I’d love a sleepover! jk Sam: But… I could see the ‘Sam is typing…’ bit, so I typed as quickly as I could. Chloe: Here’s the dreaded ‘but’ Sam: But… I was wondering if you would like to go for a drink first? Chloe: A drink? I mean… sure? Sam: Before you give me your answer… this would be a drink with some of my friends. Chloe: Oh. Sam: We don’t have to if you don’t want to. I sat still, completely frozen, not knowing how to reply. That’s when I felt a tap on my shoulder. “Chloe… you should be working, not texting,” Craig whispered from behind. I dropped my phone onto my desk and went back to work. “Oh, and I heard you’ll be joining us for drinks tonight?” he asked, taking me by surprise. “I a- oh… umm…” I mumbled in a slight panic. “I promise you the group doesn’t bite. It’s just a fun little get together we have once a month. So we’ll see you and Sam at 7, right?” “I… sure!” I answered, too nervous to turn down the invite. Craig smiled at me and walked back off to his office. That’s when Amanda rolled her chair closer to me, and the rest of the office all looked over at me, clearly wanting to know more. “Ooooh another date with Sam, huh? And he’s friends with the boss too?” she said, still playing along with the whole ‘Chloe is straight’ lie. “I… they know each other,” I replied. “Lucky girl. If he’s as gorgeous as Craig…” “She is.” Fuck. I burst through the front door of Bound, barging my way to the end of the shop, towards where Sam was, stopping right in front of her desk and standing at attention, breathing rapidly. “Chloe, are you okay? You look shaken,” Sam asked, sounding concerned. “I…” “Is this about me inviting you to the pub? We don’t have to-” “I ACCIDENTALLY OUTED MYSELF TO MY OFFICE.” Sam looked around the empty bookstore to make sure it was indeed empty, before turning her attention back to me. “...Oh. Fuck. Did they not handle it-” “THEY WERE LOVELY. SOOOO SUPPORTIVE.” “Okaaaay… So why do you look like you’re about to explode?” “BECAUSE I WASN’T EXPECTING IT. ALSO CRAIG TOLD ME IT'S HIM AND YOUR OTHER KINKY FRIENDS THAT WE’RE MEETING TONIGHT.” I really couldn’t control my volume control, everything was a bit too much and I was already breathing rapidly and my heart was beating a mile a minute. “Ah… so you figured out…” The volume control on me was under my control once again, now that I had had a moment to stay still and relax. “That Craig is kinky like you? Yes.” “Um… yeah…” “I figured it out ages ago. You said Becks was also a domme, so with you and her being dommes I figured that since you know Craig he was probably also kinky. Is he another dominant?” “I… will let him talk for himself. You can ask him, that’s if you’re wanting to go tonight. Obviously we don’t have to, it’s just that usually I-” “He said you meet up once a month or so.” “Yeah, it’s our munch.” “Munch?” “It’s exactly what we said, a monthly meetup. Where we can talk kink and stuff, but we don’t do anything and it’s a lot more casual and a lot more laid back. I thought… I thought it’d be good for you to get to know other kinksters, in a much more relaxed setting, before I took you to the club.” “Club?” “Yes. We have events. Have I not told you before?” “I can’t remember! You tell me a lot of things, and it’s a lot to take in…” “Sorry, poppet. But I promise, you don’t have to go to the meetup, and if you do, we can leave at any moment.” “Won’t it be weird if Craig is there?” “It’ll be fine. Craig knows not to push boundaries.” “So who will be there?” I asked, nervous about being in front of a group of new people. “Well it’s usually me, Becks, Craig, Lucy, Daniel and Steph.” “And they are?” “Other kinksters. Friends of mine. Though Becks is my closest friend. The others… I’m close with, but we can go weeks without talking.” “I… I’ll need to get ready.” “You brought your dress for our date tonight, right? You can just wear that.” “Fine. But you’re buying my drinks.” “That’s okay, sweetheart. I can buy you apple juice…” I pouted at her, making her laugh even more… which made me pout more in response… which led to more laughter… and I ended up storming off past her, upstairs to her apartment, so I could get ready. She’s lucky she’s so cute… and that I apparently melt when being teased… ------------------------------------------- “Remember, poppet, you don’t have to stay. If you want, you can just poke my arm and nod and I’ll come up with some excuse for us to leave. So whenever you’ve had enough, just poke, okay baby?” Sam was being so understanding, and she wasn’t being pushy about this. I know I freaked out a bit earlier when I accidentally outed myself to the office, and then the whole ‘munch’ thing and ‘club’ thing was a lot to take in… I hadn’t really considered going to an event in a club for all this kink stuff. And I especially hadn’t considered that if I did get into this stuff like Sam is hoping… that she’d be expecting me to go to these events with her. As her sub. Her baby. Well no, that’s not fair. She would never expect me to do anything, that’s what makes her so sweet and perfect and why I jumped into a relationship with her faster than anything else in my life. So here I was, sitting in the large booth with her at a pub in the city centre, reserving it for Sam’s friends who were due to arrive soon. Sam had opted for a white shirt with only half the buttons done up, the sleeves rolled up to her elbows, and crisp black suit pants… and I was melting just looking at her. Not literally, but my little gay brain was in overdrive at the moment. It was struggling to process how hot Sam looked in business wear. If she was my boss instead of Craig… I’d never get any work done. Whereas I was wearing a cute little halterneck black dress with little white wisp trails on it. I had brought my makeup with me to do at Sam’s place, as we had originally only planned for our date tonight, and it’s a lot easier for me to call down the street to hers from work than to go home, change, then come all the way back. So she made the sensible suggestion that I just change at hers. She doesn’t mind, so that was that planned. But then this pub thing happened and I’m glad I was planning on dressing up for our little dinner date at her place, as I wouldn’t have liked to meet her friends dressed casually when she’s so… hot smartly dressed. That’s when someone walked in the door of the pub and my whole body became tense, clutching my wine with a vice-like grip. “Baby… it’s okay. That isn’t one of my friends. And remember, my friends are lovely. They’re going to love you. Craig already does.” “I… I know… I just…” A couple came walking in next, causing me to go silent mid-sentence. “Daniel! Steph!” Sam called out to them. “Ah Sam!” the guy waved back and the two of them walked over, looking at me the whole time, smiling. “How was the traffic?” Sam asked them as they took off their jackets and sat down. Who-I-assume-is-Daniel was wearing a suit with his tie relaxed and his top button undone, and he looked like he had just gotten out of work, whereas the woman with him was wearing a cute purple dress that barely contained her enormous- ANYWAY… Daniel and Steph looked like any other youngish couple. Mid thirties, dressed nicely, Daniel had a beard and short hair and Steph had a stunning face filled with freckles, and gorgeous fiery red hair that extended all the way down her back. “It was alright,” he replied. Why was Sam asking about traffic? Didn’t we just get through it to get here… it wasn’t that bad… Sam must have noticed something about me, something that made it clear I was confused, because she smiled at me and whispered to me. “Daniel and Steph live outside the city, they travel here for events and munches.” “Ohhhh…” I replied, feeling stupid for not realising there are people outside of this town that may travel in for things like this. “And you must be the lovely Chloe we’ve heard so much about…” the busty woman said, turning her full attention to me. “H… hi…” I mumbled, awkwardly. “Oh my god… she’s adorable, Sam!” “She really is,” Daniel added. “So Sam told us you’re new to all this kink stuff, is that right?” “I… yeah…” I replied, quietly. “Don’t feel forced to involve yourself, hun,” Steph said. “We don’t bite, and we are very accepting of newbies. This is just a friendly drink.” “I… umm… thanks…” I didn’t know what to say, so my brain automatically continued with “Ummm….” and I instantly regretted doing so. “Go ahead, ask anything. We’re open books, especially with someone special to our Sam.” “So… umm…” I didn’t know what to ask, so I blurted out the first thing that I could think of. “So are you into the same thing Sam is?” There was an awkward silence, and I worried I had fucked up. Were there secret rules? Rule one about kink club; you don’t talk about kink club? Then thankfully, putting me out of my misery, Daniel spoke up. “Sometimes. But not always. Sometimes I play Daddy to Steph, when she’s wanting to try a bit of ageplay. But usually I’m just Sir to her.” I took a sip of my wine. “And I’m his little fuckbunny!” Steph added. And out came the wine again as I spat it out in shock. “Steph…” Sam said, disapprovingly. “Don’t shock her like that.” “What?” Steph replied, giggling. Then Daniel gave her one look… and Steph instantly began blushing, freezing in place, going completely silent. “She’s a little brat sometimes. Luckily I’m good at breaking them,” Daniel replied, turning his attention back to me. “So are you into something else too?” I asked, wanting to know more about their weird… but cool… dynamic. “We’re into a bit of everything really. But overall we’re very much a dominant and submissive couple.” I was so entranced with this conversation and finding out more about this weird couple that I failed to notice another couple entering the pub and walking over to our booth. “Sup sluts!” the woman said, drawing everyone’s attention to her… …and the familiar man beside her. ====================================================== I'm so glad people are enjoying the slow build of this story. It's a much slower pace throughout, and a lot more down to earth compared to all my other stories, and it was nice to write something do different. 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LittleFallenPrincess Posted November 5, 2025 Author Posted November 5, 2025 Chapter 20: Munch Bound – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- Samantha “I can see why Sam is madly in love with you…” Rebecca said as she stared at Chloe from across the table after her and Craig had sat down, pushing Daniel and Steph further down the circular booth, closer to us. “She… she is?” Chloe replied, sounding shocked. “Sam… have you not told this girl how much you love her?” my bestie asked, accusatorily. “Becks… shush. You’re making her anxious. And for your information… I have,” I replied. “Actually…” Chloe interrupted, trailing off… awkwardly. “Umm… we’ve never actually said that to each other… yet…” “Sam!” Becky cried out at me. “What?” I turned to Chloe in disbelief. “No. Surely… seriously… have we really not?” “No… I was too nervous to say it…” Chloe replied, looking like she was no doubt internalising this as being her fault. “Chloe,” I said, reaching my hand over to her chin and lifting it up so she was looking me directly in the eyes. “Yes?” “I’m… not going to say it now,” I could see her little heart begin to break, you could see it in her eyes, so I quickly followed up with what I meant to say. “But… only because if I say it now it will feel forced. That’s to say, I totally do, but I will say the actual words at a more romantic time… ideally when my friends aren’t all STARING AT US!” Chloe’s little smile said it all. I was safe. For now. And all my friends were disappointed… groaning because they were hoping I’d say it in front of them. And best of all? I wasn’t lying when I said that to Chloe. I really do, and I really did want to tell her those words. “Promise?” “Pinky promise,” I replied, winking at her. “Oooooooh!” Steph interrupted. “Those are special. She never makes pinky promises unless she means it!” Chloe blushed more as I reached in, still holding her chin in my hands, and kissed her softly on the lips. “Boooooo!” Becky replied. Thankfully you could tell by her tone that she wasn’t serious, otherwise she probably would’ve made Chloe more anxious than she already is. So I got the first round of drinks. Chloe couldn’t decide what to have, so I told her I’d get her something. And because I wanted to tease her and make her feel little… I may have got her something that had a lot of juice in it. But because I wanted her to relax her nerves a little, and to enjoy herself, I got her something with a little alcohol in it too. So whilst everyone drank either beer, cider or wine, she sat there with the only brightly coloured cocktail on the table, in a cute little glass with a tiny umbrella and a straw. “Is it yummy?” I asked, enforcing the Mommy-little dynamic, hoping that little bits of it here and there will make her want to properly try it out. Because up until now, it’s just been questions about it, little bits of me acting like a Mummy, but no actual proper play. We haven’t found her little side, and she hasn’t tried on a nappy since our last date. Apparently the remainder of the pack of pullups is stashed in her wardrobe at her apartment, she hasn’t touched them since. “Uh huh…” “I can see why you fell for her. She’s very clearly a little…” Craig said, taking Chloe by surprise. Because up until now, they had this awkward silence where they both avoided looking at each other or talking directly to each other. No doubt being her boss, this was really intimidating to her. And he’s risking his status as the one in power at work by showing his true colours here. But then he knew this when he first agreed to help to try to set us up together, so he must have known this was coming. Still… It's awkward. “I am?” Chloe asked, looking up at me, then back at Craig. “So… umm… what are you then?” Craig looked too nervous to answer for himself. But, regretfully for him, he was currently seeing someone who is very outspoken and will happily blurt things out at the worst times. And she was sitting right next to him. I mean I still remember when Becks blurted out the word ‘orgasm’ at a funeral, just as there was a lull in the ambient conversations. She just carried on like everyone hadn’t turned to stare at her. She just doesn’t give a fuck. That’s what I love about her. It’s frustrating sometimes, but she’s also the most fiercely loyal, most wonderful friend I could ask for, especially when she uses her ability to not feel shame or regret to stand up for me. “Craig…” Becks began, before turning to her partner. “...Is my little puppy, aren’t you, Fido?” “Puppy? So you act-” Chloe asked, looking confused. “Like a dog? Yes. He’s also one of my more general submissives.” “One of?” Chloe asked. Honestly, I think the alcohol was clearing away Chloe’s inhibitions, as she was talking a lot more than I had expected. I know she’s genuinely curious about all this, but I pretty much expected her to be mostly silent through this, then ask me a hundred questions when we went home. But here she was, actually talking to my friends, and seemingly getting along with them. I just hope they like her. “I have about four submissives at any one time. They serve different purposes,” Becks replied. “They do? How?” “Well, one cleans my apartment every week. She loves dressing up like a traditional French Maid with a feather duster. Then I bend her over and spank her behind until it’s purple.” “Purple? Do people… actually like to be bruised like that?” “Definitely!” Steph interrupted again, with maybe a little too much enthusiasm, as she realised how forward that was and began nervously blushing, hiding her face in Daniel’s shoulder. “So do you date all of them?” Chloe asked, turning her attention back to Becks. “Surely that eats up all your time?” “I date two of them. The other two just have a kink relationship with me. We play occasionally but we aren’t dating.” “So… you’re…?” “Poly, yes. Craig here is one I’m in a relationship with.” “I am?” Craig asked. Craig and Becks… their relationship is complicated. They’ve been on again, off again for years now. One moment they’re dating, one moment they’re just play partners. “Yes, now be a good boy and finish your drink. You’re buying the next round.” “Yes Miss!” he replied, sharply. I watched as Chloe’s eyes widened in wonder at the sight of her boss sounding so submissive, before she ended up giggling. This was the point where I worried she may be pushing her employee-employer relationship a bit too far by laughing at her boss. But thankfully, when I turned to look at Craig, he was blushing and giggling along with her, like a couple of little kids. It was adorable really. I’ve known Craig a while now, and whilst we don’t really talk one-on-one often, at least not as often as Becks and I, he’s one of my closest friends. And he’s a good guy too, one of the few Becks has dated that I approve of. And I owe him so much for helping set me and Chloe up, because otherwise I’m not sure we’d be at this point in our relationship if not for him. So seeing him and Chloe beginning to bond beyond that coworker relationship is nice, provided he doesn’t abuse this at work and play favourites, as that will just lead to Chloe’s coworkers getting jealous of all the privileges she’s getting by being friends with the boss. Maybe I’m thinking too much into all this. We chatted for a good while, with Chloe on her… fourth cocktail now… I think? She definitely had that little buzz that was allowing her to be more open and talkative with complete strangers, though as the hour passed, she got to know them more and more, and it was nice catching up with everyone. But alas, it was getting late and it was nearly time for Chloe and I’s date. I purposefully stopped buying her drinks after the fourth cocktail, as I didn’t want her drunk for our date, but I also wanted her to have some fun and open up whilst we were with my friends. “We better be going,” Daniel said, grabbing his coat lying by his side. “Got to pick up the kids from my Mum.” “YOU HAVE KIDS?” Chloe blurted out, maybe a little too loudly. “Yeah, girl and a boy. 5 and 3. They’re little angels… though sometimes little devils.” “How do you balance your kink with having kids?” “With great difficulty. It’s why you won’t always see us at events. Though we do try to meet up for the munches, it’s sometimes difficult finding a babysitter in the evening for events.” “Remind me to ask more about you both next time!” “Will do, little one,” Daniel replied, making Chloe blush. “Yeah, we better be off too,” Becks spoke up. “Come along, pup…” Craig did that awkward smile and wave to say goodbye, before standing up and hovering around Becks as she stood up. “So, Chloe… are we going to see you at the next event?” “Event? Umm… when is that?” “In two weeks.” “Sure!” she blurted out. I wasn’t so sure she should be attending the events just yet… she was still mostly vanilla. She had barely been introduced into our world, and now my bestie was inviting her to an event that she will most likely feel weirded out at. But before I could interject… my friends left, waving at the two of us left alone in the booth once again. “They were… nice…” Chloe said, her voice quivering. “You don’t have to go to the event, sweetie,” I replied, trying to sound as reassuring and accepting as possible of whatever she decides. “I… no… I’m okay…” “Are you okay? You look like you’re going to start shaking.” “That was a lot. Both in terms of drink and also socialising and also learning new things. Umm… can we call it here for tonight?” “Oh… okay. Sure,” I replied, sighing slightly, hoping I wasn’t making it too obvious that I was disappointed. “I can take you home if you’d like…” “No! I mean… can we put the date we had planned off to another night… or maybe just adapt the date? I’m a bit worn out. But I don’t want to go home or leave your side. Can… can we just cuddle at your place?” I pulled her close to me for a hug, wrapping my arm around her and squeezing, kissing the top of her head lovingly. “You realise if we cuddle, we’ll need to let Smudge join us, right?” I whispered down to her. “I think that’s a compromise I can make…” she replied, smiling back up at me. So… she stayed over. In my bed. And no, before you make assumptions, there was no funny business. She was too drained after meeting my friends to do anything but cuddle and watch cartoons. I didn’t press the event thing any more, or any little stuff, in fact it was her who suggested we watch cartoons (she said she wasn’t in the mood for anything that “required thinking”). And because it’s her day off today, I let her sleep in. However, because my business isn’t doing so well right now, I had to get up nice and early to open up, in the hopes that I’d get some more customers this weekend. So as I sat at my desk at the back of the shop, nursing a warm cup of coffee in my hands, with my feet up on the chair beside me… I began thinking about our relationship, and how happy I’ve felt since she entered my life. It was at that moment that the door opened, and in walked a familiar face. “Two letters today, Samantha,” she said, handing me two envelopes, one of which looked a bit serious. “Thanks.” I’ve seen this postwoman walk in and hand me my post so much over the years I’ve run this bookshop. But I still don’t know her name. She only knows mine because the mail is addressed to me. We don’t chat, we don’t converse, we never even introduced ourselves to each other. We just smile and nod, as if we’re acquaintances, before she leaves me with no doubt more bills and notices, continuing on her round. I opened the second letter, throwing the first (the more serious looking one) aside. That was a problem for ‘future me’, for now I just wanted to find out what… aaaaand it’s junk mail. Great. Well the other one I’ll check later. I’m in too much of a good mood to ruin it with whatever notice that one is giving. That’s when I felt a hand on my shoulder. “You’re up early. Got the shop open it seems…” Chloe said, rubbing her eyes with her free hand, looking extra sleepy in one of my spare oversized t-shirts. She looked so precious, so I reached out and grabbed her hand, pulling her closer, onto my lap. “You sleep well, poppet?” I asked, bouncing her up and down gently. “Yeah. Your bed is surprisingly comfy.” “Well… I was thinking about that…” “You were? You want to go snuggle?” she replied, cheekily smiling at me, as if she was having naughty thoughts. “Can’t right now baby, need to look after the shop.” “So what were you thinking about?” “Well as your work is only up the road… I was wondering… so that I can spend more time with you… that…” “You want me to stay over more?” she said exactly what I was trying to get to. “If you want, that is.” “Can’t do it every night, sadly. I need to get the most out of my apartment. Plus I need some time to myself. But how about I stay over one or two nights a week, midweek that is.” “That sounds perfect.” “What’s that?” she asked, suddenly changing the subject, pointing at the stack of letters on my desk. “Nothing important, sweetpea. How about I order some breakfast and-” “How about I cook instead?” she suggested, interrupting me. “But you’re my guest, sweetpea.” “And you’re my girlfriend… Let me cook breakfast for you. What do you want? Toast? Bacon sandwiches?” “Ooooh the second one sounds great. But… I don’t have much in my fridge, especially not bacon.” “I’ll go get ready then!” she grinned. “You don’t have to do that…” “No, shush. My girlfriend wants bacon sandwiches, she gets bacon sandwiches. I’ll go get ready, nip to the supermarket down the street, then cook us some. Have you got ketchup, bread and butter in, at least?” “Yes. But no bread. May need to grab something whilst you’re out.” “That’s fine. Right, be right back…” She jumped off my lap, landing on her cute little feet, and took one step forward before I spoke up again. “And where do you think you’re going…?” I said, making her stop in her tracks. She looked so nervous and anxious right now, so I didn’t want to push this cute romantic gesture too far otherwise it’ll ruin it. “I… I just said where…” she said, sounding extremely nervous. “Without giving me a good morning kiss?” I replied. Her expression changed in an instant, and that smile that I adore so much returned, as she skipped over, bent down, and planted a kiss on my lips, before skipping back off towards the apartment. ====================================================== Don't forget I'm on Subscribestar! Subscribers get 2 weeks early access to chapters, and exclusive short stories (Nessa's Tale is currently the only available one). The next four chapters of my stories are posted on my Subscribestar! ======================================================== I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading them! If you want to read the next 4 chapters, thanks to two weeks early access to my main story and also soon-to-be exclusive access to short stories, why don't you check out my SubscribeStar! Thank you to all my subscribers for their support over the past few years! Seriously, your support means the world to me. 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Moon3ye Posted November 6, 2025 Posted November 6, 2025 Why am I more worried about the bookstore than the stability of their relationship? ... Oh yes, because I like books more than romantic relationships. 1
LittleFallenPrincess Posted November 9, 2025 Author Posted November 9, 2025 Chapter 21: Worry Bound – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- Chloe “You off to your girlfriend’s tonight?” Amanda asked. It was so weird being out to everyone at work, but everyone was so supportive and so nice. Not a single bad reaction. Which makes me feel bad for Sam, considering what happened with her Mum an all… Because whilst I’ve been out of the closet for a while, except for at work of course, everyone in my life has accepted and supported me. But to have the person you trusted the most turn against you… that’s got to scar a person. So I worry for my girlfriend sometimes, and I try not to brag about how everyone at work is lovely about it all, even though it’s been over a week since I accidentally outed myself. “Yup.” “You should just move in. Especially if it cuts the commute by two thirds.” “I can’t just ask to move into her place.” “Hint at it then.” “We’ve been dating what, a month? Maybe a bit more? It’s a bit too early.” “Which I still can’t believe you kept quiet about. I’ve seen the pics on your phone of her, she’s gorgeous! I’d be bragging left right and centre about dating a hottie like her!” “Are you also secretly a lesbian too?” “No, I just appreciate beautiful women. Like you. And her. And oh my god I am so jealous of you both. Such a cute couple. You’ll have to get her to drop you off one day, or pick you up, so we can all get a good look at how adorable you two are together.” “Haha… no thanks…” That’s when Craig walked past. “Ladies… more work, less talking. Please?” he said, trying to sound stern but also friendly, something not many people can manage. “Fine. But only because it’s you, Craigy,” Amanda said, in her most flirtatious voice. Craig rolled his eyes at us both, smiling, before focusing his attention on me. “Chloe, can we have a word?” he asked me. “Sure, what about?” I replied. “Nothing much. I’ll be in my office when you’re ready.” “I’ll be two minutes then.” Craig walked off, and Amanda leaned in. “I totally thought you two had some secret office romance going on,” she whispered. “Nah, he’s taken and I’m gay.” This appeared to shock Amanda more than me being gay. “He’s taken? By who?” “My girlfriend’s friend.” “OH! That explains all that favouritism.” “There was no favouritism! And if you must know… I wasn’t getting special treatment… they were setting me up with Samantha.” “Oh em gee. Really? You need to tell me that story one of these days. But for now, you better go see what Craig wants. Maybe it’s a double date?” I knew exactly what it was going to be about, and I was still unsure about what answer I was going to give him. The event is on Saturday, this weekend, and I still haven’t told Sam if I’m ready to go or not. Thankfully she’s not been pushy regarding it, she’s been super sweet, albeit a bit distracted by something lately, but she’s at least not pushed me in regards to attending the kink event. “Maybe…” I replied, “I better get going.” “Tell me everything!” she cried out as I left my seat and started walking towards Craig’s office. “Not a chance!” I grinned back at her, making her pout. Craig sat there at his desk, and pointed to the chair across the desk, indicating for me to sit down. “So… Do you know why I called you in to talk?” “The event on Saturday, right?” “The event? Oh right… yeah… you didn’t give your answer.” “Wait, if that’s not the reason, what is?” I asked, confused as heck right now. “I wanted to give you a heads up. I didn’t know if the rumours had met the office floor yet.” “About what?” “Look, I don’t know when or how, but management at our company are in talks with another regarding a merger. It could lead to amazing things for the company. Which means…” “...Which means what?” “It means there may be some moving about in regards to positions.” My heart sank. Mergers usually end up fucking over employees. Cuts are to be made. Things change… “Are people going to get fired?” I asked, nervously, worrying that maybe it was my position that was being moved… all the way to the jobcentre. “No! Not at all. I’ll make sure of it. But I may have heard about getting a promotion… which may lead to a certain spot in this office opening up…” “Your position is opening up?” “Exactly. And Chloe… you’ve not been here long, but you’ve been the hardest worker I’ve seen in a long time. You genuinely have passion for your work.” I didn’t know what to tell him. That I didn’t care about this work, it was just something I could do… or the fact I still HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THIS COMPANY ACTUALLY DOES. I just do some basic admin tasks. And when I looked up the company, all they had was that typical corpo jargon about diversifying assets and blah blah blah blah. We could be in sales… insurance… hell, we could be a front for a criminal enterprise and I wouldn’t have the foggiest about it. But hey, a promotion? I like promotions as much as the next girl, but am I really that qualified? Like he said, I’ve not been here long. I’m just quicker than everyone else on the computers, that’s all. Surely one of the others would get the job, from working here longer? “I…” “You don’t have to give me an answer or anything. I don’t even know if this will happen, it’s just rumours I’ve heard amongst the managers. But if it does, I’ll let you know.” “I… thanks?” “So… Saturday…” There it is. See, I was right. Or maybe it was me bringing it up that made him do the same. I had put it freshly in his mind. “I… dunno.” “It’ll be fun, I promise. And if it becomes too much, you can always leave. Sam is happy to do that. You know she’d never push you to do anything.” “Maybe. She looks like she could do with the distraction.” Craig’s happy expression turned serious all of a sudden. “How so? Is something up with you two?” “I hope not. The past week and a half has been amazing. We’ve been chatting every day, I’ve been visiting multiple days per week and staying over…” “Sounds like it’s going brilliantly. I bet Smudge loves all the extra attention.” “Oh don’t get me started on Smudge. I love that cat to pieces. But Sam… she just seems distracted lately.” “She’s probably just worrying about those bills of hers.” “Bills?” “Has she not told you?” “No… what bills?” I asked. “Look, hun, it’s not my place to gossip. Especially about my friends. But Becks has told me Sam is falling behind on some payments regarding her shop, so she’s probably just a bit worried by money. I mean… the way she runs that shop, it’s a miracle she’s still going!” I like the way she runs it. It makes it a cute little cosy bookshop with stacks of books everywhere, not very organised… like bookshops I’d dream about in my romantic thoughts. But Craig isn’t wrong… that won’t make her much money in today’s world. Maybe… maybe I could help in some way? But then she never even told me this was an issue. Why did she keep this from me? “Right, well I do hope you come on Saturday. And if you do, don’t feel pressured to partake in any of the activities or do anything you’re not comfortable doing, you can just hang out and watch. And if you see anything you aren’t into and don’t want to watch, there are lots of places you can just go and hang out with Sam at. I promise you, it’s a really fun evening, and you’ll enjoy it. Even if you haven’t quite found your little side yet.” “Sam says it's in there. But I don’t see it.” “I do. And I’m not even into all that. Though it is fun when Sam talks down to me, I must admit. But seriously hun, there’s no pressure. Sam would hate herself if you ever felt pressured in your relationship.” “Thanks.” ---------------------------------------------------------------- Tonight was one of the nights where I was staying over at Sam’s place again, so I walked down the high street after work and into Bound. And I was instantly greeted by a kiss from my favourite boy in the world. “Meow!” Smudge said, as he bent over from the bookshelf near the door and licked my forehead. “Good afternoon to you too, Smudge,” I replied. “And there’s my pretty princess!” Sam called out from the desk at the back of the shop. “Hey babe!” I said, breaking away from the overly-affectionate Smudge, heading for a kiss from my other favourite person. And as she kissed my forehead too, all felt good with the world. “Have a good day at work, Honey?” she asked, in her reassuring, mind-melting ‘Mummy voice’. “It was okay.” “Was Craig nice to you? You know if he’s ever mean to you I can have Becks turn his backside red…” I began laughing at the thought of that. “No, it’s okay. He was good. Though apparently there’s potentially some movement around the company.” “Are you getting fired? I’ll tan that boy’s backside myself if he fires you…” “No. Potential merger. Which potentially… and I emphasise potentially lead to Craig being promoted… leaving a space open for me at the office.” “Despite you having worked there for barely any time?” “I’m the most productive of the team. Mostly because I’m the best with a computer, so I can do it quicker than most.” “That’s my girl.” Those words made my whole body buzz with delight. “So… what’s the plan for tonight?” I asked. “I was going to order takeaway-” “I’ll cook!” I said, quickly interrupting her. I wasn’t really in the mood to cook, especially after a hard day at work, but if she’s having problems with bills… I don’t want her splurging on takeaway food when she has a small chef of her own. Well… not exactly a chef but I know my way around a kitchen more than she does. “Hun, you don’t have to, it’s fine. We can order something.” I grumbled, audibly. So much so that she heard it and raised her eyebrow at me, making me ‘eep’ loudly in response. “But…” “But what?” she asked, her eyebrow fixed in the raised position. “But you should save money.” “I’m fine, sweetpea.” “But-” “No more of that. You’re much too little to be worrying about what I’m spending and saving.” I didn’t like when she played the ‘you’re too little’ card on me. Something she has played multiple times during our brief relationship. Despite me still not finding my little side. And it’s not like it doesn’t exist… it’s just… look, she insists it exists. And I can feel a modicum of something within me wanting to regress. It’s not like I’m against her kink, I’m really not! I just… we tried putting me in n… n… nap… those things, but that didn’t do it for me. Tried putting a dummy in my mouth, but it didn't work. I believe her that there probably is a part of me that would love to regress, but sadly… I just can’t seem to find it and let it bubble to the surface. “Fine. But something cheap.” I knew I wouldn’t win. I never do. She may be an anxious person, but she’s also got an innate wealth of confidence when she really needs it… or more likely whenever she feels comfortable to put it on. In front of new people? She can appear confident on the surface, like when she’s ordering for us both at restaurants. She has the facade of confidence there. But then when we’re around friends or each other… She has oodles of confidence. And yes, whilst her confidence is attractive, I still find her incredibly attractive when she’s acting a bit meek. “So no wagyu steaks?” she joked. I stared at her, using every ounce of willpower to not react, to keep the straightest face anyone has ever made. “You’re lucky you’re so cute,” I replied, using the line she uses against me all the time. “Come sit on my lap. I need my baby to help me get through the last hour or so of the shop being open. Then we can close up, go upstairs, and relax.” I shuffled around the desk, getting a full look at her outfit. And I was nearly floored. She had opted to wear a turtleneck sweater and a pencil skirt. All she needed now was those thin glasses and her hair up in a bun and she’d look like a typical librarian. And that… that thought… does things for me. “You like?” she asked, seductively. I must have been staring a little too much. “Don’t go telling me to shush and we’ll be fine…” I warned her, jokingly. “Oh? You like the sexy librarian look? I’ll remember that in the future, poppet…” Her smile… biting her lower lip… I desperately needed to sit down, otherwise I was going to melt into a little gay puddle. ====================================================== Don't forget I'm on Subscribestar! Subscribers get 2 weeks early access to chapters, and exclusive short stories (Nessa's Tale is currently the only available one). The next four chapters of my stories are posted on my Subscribestar! ======================================================== I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading them! 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Moon3ye Posted November 9, 2025 Posted November 9, 2025 Now I'm really worried about the bookstore. I've been reading you long enough to recognize and understand your hints. I'm excited to see what's in store for us.
LittleFallenPrincess Posted November 12, 2025 Author Posted November 12, 2025 Chapter 22: Issues Bound – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- Samantha The last hour or so of work was a lot more bearable with this gorgeous girl on my lap, distracting me. I just wish I didn’t need the distraction from the boring, emptiness of the shop. I wish it was bustling, with lots of people wanting to buy from me. “Why don’t you go upstairs and get comfy whilst I shut the shop?” I suggested, patting her adorably squeezable bum as she hopped off my lap. “You don't want any help?” “No hun. I’ll be fine. It'll be like 5 minutes.” “Kay!” she smiled at me with that face that could melt a domme in seconds (I know from experience now). As she skipped off up towards the apartment stairs, I took a deep breath, sighed, and pushed the letters into my desk drawer. They were an issue for ‘future Sam’. And the pile of letters was becoming an increasingly larger issue for ‘future me’. I just hope she can handle all of it. After I shut the shop, went upstairs, slipped off my shoes and got comfy on the sofa with my girlfriend, we snuggled up together and played a bit of kart racing on my console, with her beating me by a whole lap. Reminder to ‘future Sam’: Don’t make any more bets against this girl. She’s better than you at games. She will win. Thankfully we had only made a teeny tiny bet before the race, and that resulted in me giving her a foot rub as we watched a few episodes of a new series that had just started. She’s lucky I can’t beat her at video games, because my win conditions would end up with her thickly padded. Maybe even tied up. It is cute to see her little vanilla mind try to come up with rewards for winning bets, because my experience with kink gives me a much broader and more erotic way of making the most out of our bets. But I happily rubbed her feet as she lay across the sofa, her head at the opposite end. “You doing okay, precious?” I asked her, softly. “Uh huh!” she replied. “So how was work today?” “Was okay. I already told you about the merger thing. Oh and Craig also asked about Saturday.” “We’re going to have to give an answer soon, poppet. But I don’t want you to feel forced to attend though or forced to make a decision, so if you’re not ready, we can go another ti-” “We can go,” she said, interrupting me. Normally I’d hate people interrupting me before I’ve finished a sentence, but she’s an exception to the rule, plus her answer was one I was hoping for and I suddenly became very excited. “Really?” “Uh huh. Just… can we leave if it’s something I’m not okay with?” “Hun, if you feel uncomfortable at all, just tug on my arm and whisper to me that you want to leave, and we’ll leave. I don’t want you forcing yourself to stay just to make me happy. But I promise, whilst it’s not something you’re used to attending or witnessing, I think you’ll enjoy yourself. Also you don’t have to do anything there, you can just hang out and be social with me and my friends. You don’t have to do any kinky stuff for me, okay baby?” “Can… can I go in a… umm…” She looked down towards her lower half and I couldn’t believe she was actually asking this. Well… assuming my assumption is correct and she wants to go padded. “You want to go to the event wearing a nappy?” Her cheeks turned red instantly upon hearing the word ‘nappy’. It was adorable. “Uh… huh…” “Of course you can, poppet. How about… we try again with wearing tonight? Get you used to them a bit more before you go to an event wearing one, as it’s been a while since we tried this stuff.” It's true, we’ve talked about it a tiny bit over the short time we’ve been dating, but I haven’t pulled out the nappies at the back of my wardrobe in what seems like forever. I didn’t want to push her too fast, so I relied on waiting for her to mention it. Which, given that she’s even more of an anxious mess than me… means she’s never going to bring it up normally without something prodding her. “Umm… okay… sure…” she replied. I sat up, gently pushing her legs off my lap, as she did the same, and I quickly leant over and gave her a little kiss on the cheek. “You’re a little angel, you know that, Duckie?” I could see her brain begin to melt into a little puddle upon hearing those words, so I took her hand and helped her up as I stood up myself, and guided her to the bedroom. “Is that better?” I asked, as I taped the last tape shut, the aroma of baby powder filling the bedroom as she lay still on the bed like a good girl. I love that smell so much, and by the look on her face… she did too. She didn’t say a word, she just nodded, blushing so brightly she could illuminate the room with that glow on her cheeks. So I grabbed her dummy, the one I ‘gave’ her, the one that's been in my drawer since that time we dipped our toes into all this with her, and popped it in her mouth. Instantly, she began sucking it, and oh how my heart melted at the sight of this beautiful girl sucking on her dummy. She looked absolutely precious. “I got you a little something too, poppet.” Her eyes widened in shock, but also wonder, at the sound of a surprise gift. I reached into my drawer and pulled out the thing I had gotten her last week, in the hopes that maybe I’d get to put it on her. It wasn’t much, it wasn’t even expensive, but it was worth it when I saw her little smile. “Do you like it? It’s got lots of little you on it!” I said, holding it up in full view for her to see. Again, it wasn’t much, it was just a silly yellow onesie with a duckling print, but I felt it fit her really well and I just hoped it actually fit her well, as I couldn’t just ask for her size without giving it away. She quickly hid her face and began squirming about on the bed. “I think you should definitely wear this tonight,” I suggested. Then she said something that still surprised me as to how open to all this she was. “Okay!” I know she has a little side in there, she acts childish occasionally which really proves my theory too. But she’s still not managed to find it herself. However, I still worry she’s just faking it all and pushing herself for my benefit, not for herself, and that she’s pushing it harder than usual because she really wants to please me. If she wants to please me she just has to be herself, she doesn’t need to fake anything with me. That look on her face now though… that was genuine. She actually liked the onesie I had picked out for her, and I could tell by the way she wriggled that she was actually enjoying the nappies I had put her in. But still, you know how anxiety works… despite everything saying one thing, you still worry about something that probably even isn’t an issue. “Cawtoons!” Chloe said, knocking me out of my little zoning-out session, in the cutest way possible with the dummy in her mouth. “You want cartoons, babygirl?” “Uh huh!” “Then my princess gets cartoons! And then I’ll order something super yummy for us both to eat whilst we watch them.” “Yay!” she said, clapping her hands, acting more little than I had ever seen her act. Either she was really good at acting and playing the part… or she was genuinely getting into the headspace. The following day, I awoke to something I had desperately wanted for so long… a padded little babygirl snuggled up with her Mummy. Well, I know I’m not Mummy yet, but with the way things are going… maybe soon. Either way she looked adorable as I very carefully removed myself from under her head, releasing her grip on me without waking her up so I could get ready and open up the shop for nine. Stumbling through the apartment, I quickly put the kettle on to get myself a coffee, and put my dressing gown and slippers on to go check the shop was still in one piece like I always do. I’m so glad I have shutters to provide me some privacy as I shuffled down the stairs and into my shop. And there it was. Staring at me from the opposite end of the shop, on the floor, just below the letterbox. Taunting me. Terrifying me. I didn’t want to even touch, let alone open that letter. I knew the exact shade of white they used, the size of it… and what the front looked like. It wasn’t the first I’ve received. And I knew it wasn’t good putting it off like this… but… “Hey! I assume you wanted coffee?” Chloe shouted down the stairs, taking me by surprise and making me jump a little. “Want me to make us both some?” “Please!” I shouted back up to her. “I’ll be up in a minute, just grabbing the post!” “Kay!” And once I heard her footsteps walking away, I took a deep breath and headed down to the other end of the shop to collect the letter… and shove it in the drawer with the other of its kin. “You look like your mind is off on another planet…” Chloe commented, as she sipped her coffee, sitting across the table from me, still wearing the same nappy and ducky onesie I had put her in before bed last night. I was still stuck in my own head about that letter and what it means for me, and I know I was being stupid by ignoring it and hoping it would go away, but this… this is something I can’t handle. So I sat there, nursing my cup in my hands, barely taking a sip, staring off into the distance. “Am I? Sorry.” “What’s going on? You’ve been distant for a while now,” she asked. “Nothing.” “It can’t be nothing if it’s upsetting you like this.” “I’m not upset. It’s nothing. Seriously.” I felt like I came off a bit too snappy, so I took a deep breath. “Sorry.” “Why won’t you open up to me?” “There’s nothing to open up about, hun. It’s fine.” Way to go Sam. Doing your usual ‘bury it deep and pretend it doesn’t exist so you don’t have to bother anyone else with your problems’ routine. I was an expert at it in my teens, and I’ve only gotten better since then. Honestly… maybe I’m not right for Chloe. How am I supposed to be this ‘Mummy domme’ who takes control of everything when I can’t even handle something like this? I looked up at Chloe… and she didn’t look happy. “Well I’m going to work,” she said. “I’ll be staying at my place tonight.” “Oh. Okay.” Fuck. I’ve fucked it up already. Fuck this whole fucking shop. “Don’t worry, I’m still up for the event tomorrow. What time is it again? Eight? I’ll be here around five.” “Oh good… okay sweetie… umm… have a good day at work… I better go open the shop.” Not that it mattered. Unless I sold my entire inventory I was screwed. And with the business that I get, even on weekends… This time next month I’d potentially be homeless. If I don’t find a solution… I was going to lose my parent’s shop. My home. My livelihood. My dream. But of course I’m too stubborn and difficult to just tell my girlfriend about this. And if I can’t even tell my girlfriend… Who can I? Becks knows that I’m struggling for money at the moment and business isn’t doing well. That’s all I could tell her without revealing too much. And no doubt she’s told Craig. But they don’t know how bad it really is. ====================================================== I hope I'm not becoming too predictable Don't forget I'm on Subscribestar! Subscribers get 2 weeks early access to chapters, and exclusive short stories (Nessa's Tale is currently the only available one). 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LittleFallenPrincess Posted November 16, 2025 Author Posted November 16, 2025 Chapter 23: The Event Bound – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- Chloe “You ready, baby?” Sam asked me, her arm wrapped around me as we stood in the car park of this run down old building in the middle of nowhere. She went with this gorgeous black sparkly dress that barely reached her knees… and showed off her chest amazingly, along with some heels that looked sharp enough to stab someone.. I had opted for a cute little sundress, as I didn’t want to dress up all babyish for this event and didn’t want to change into a different outfit when we got in (that’s what Sam says a lot of people do, as you can’t exactly turn up wearing a full latex bodysuit or anything…) …Just ignore the thick padding hiding just above the hemline. It’s my first event, after all. Like the first event of this kind ever. So I wanted to get a feel for things before I opt to come in wearing a romper or whatever Sam really wants to dress me in. The padding (Sam had noticed I struggled saying the actual term for them, and said it helps to just call it padding. So far it’s working!) was just me wanting to please Sam, but with the way she’s been acting the past couple of days, I’m regretting putting in so much effort honestly. Why won’t she talk to me? I’m her girlfriend… I’m here for all the good and the bad. But no, she walls herself off in her own little personal fortress, trying to be so independent that she pushes away everyone so she doesn’t seem like a bother. Honestly? I hate that. I wish she’d lean on me. If something is bothering her, I’d rather know about it so I can try to help, or at the very least try to be there for her as emotional support. So yes… I was not in the best of headspaces for this event to begin with. I just hope this evening gets her to open up a bit. And if not… maybe I can talk to her best friend a bit to find out what’s going on with her at the very least. Okay… so this was a lot to take in. And not just in a sensory overload kinda way, although that was definitely an issue right now with so many people walking about… I felt so… visible. It was a typical dark club atmosphere, just without the thumpingly loud music. A good thirty to fifty people were here, spread out around the huge building, and all of them looked… well they didn’t look like any one thing. There were some people in latex, some people in what looked like dog outfits, some in ‘little’ gear, a lot of people wearing smart suits (mostly men, with no jackets, just their sleeves rolled up). And they were just talking and walking about like all this was just… normal. “Apart from the outfits… this just feels like that munch…” I said to Sam. “That’s because we’re not in the playrooms yet, poppet. This area is just the main hall. If you want to see the kinkier things, it’ll be going on in the other large rooms,” she replied, calmly, as this was just a normal thing for her. “Oh… okay…” “Why don’t we go find Becks and Craig? They would probably be a good introduction to the play areas.” “I… sure…” Sam took my hand and confidently walked through the small crowd of people towards the furthest room. She acts confident in public, but this was another level. It was like she belonged here. She waved and said hi to a bunch of people on the way to the back room, as if they all knew her. Some even asked who I was, and Sam just said ‘she’s new, so be careful’. And when we got to the room she was heading for, she knocked on the door. “Becks, it’s me,” Sam said loudly through the wooden door. “What’s so special about this room?” I asked her. “It’s one of the few that you can reserve for private play, baby. And Becks got this in advance for us.” “Oh… okay.” The door opened, revealing something that made my eyes widen instantly. “My favourite girls!” Becks announced loudly, wearing black shorts and a black top… with some kind of leather harness over the top of it. Her hair was tied back and she held a fancy whip of some kind in her hand. And in the background… was Craig, laying down on and tied up to some kind of wooden thing, something that looked like an old piece of gym equipment, like one of those gymnastic things, in his business suit with his pants around his ankles. Thankfully his backside was pointing in the opposite direction so I couldn’t see it. But on his head was a weird leather mask that resembled the head of a dog. “Is he comfortable on that?” I asked as Becks invited us in, closing the door behind us. Sam escorted me over to a sofa by the side of the room, whilst Becks returned to Craig’s side. “Pup… she asked you a question…” Becks said, whipping his backside lightly with the weird flail-whip thing. “MRRRRUFFF!” he replied. That’s when I saw the gag inside the mask he was wearing. “Oh… can he not speak?” I asked. “I like to tease him,” Becks replied, laughing. “One second…” She removed the mask and the gag, leaving a very sweaty Craig moving his jaw around to stretch it now that it was free to do so. “It’s very comfortable actually,” he finally replied, sounding a little out of breath… but in a good way. “Really?” I asked, still confused about all of this. But then there was a part of me that enjoyed this padding between my legs… part of me enjoyed acting like a kid… so it’s not like I was any better. “It doesn’t look it at first, does it? I was skeptical at first back when I first got into all this. But there's something about it that just feels… right. And yeah, the spanking bench is surprisingly comfortable.” “Want to try?” Becks asked me, making me squeak in shock. “I… umm…” “Maybe another time, when she’s used to all this,” Sam replied. “Actually…” I said, interrupting her, “...I’d like to at least see how comfortable it is… maybe not the spanking part…” Becky didn’t hesitate upon hearing this from me, she instantly released Craig from his restraints, first his wrists, then his ankles. “Pup… up!” Becks ordered. And instantly, Craig got up off the bench, pulling his pants back up. “Good boy. Now… Chloe? Would you be a good girl and come over here for Auntie Becky?” …Am I really that submissive? Because the funny feeling running through my body was telling me so, as I felt compelled to do as she said, and it felt good. “Yes… Auntie…” I said as I stood up from the sofa, instantly missing Sam’s arm from around my shoulder. “Be careful with her,” Sam warned, sternly. “I won’t break your little girl, don’t worry,” Becks replied, before turning her gaze to me. “She’s just an inquisitive little tyke, aren’t you sweetie?” I waddled over to the bench and saw where Craig had put his knees and his hands, so I tried to position myself in the same way as I climbed onto it, laying down on my tummy. “Oh wow, thickly padded already?” Becks said to my girlfriend. “You work quickly, my dear.” “Hey, that isn’t me! She’s the one who said she wanted to attend wearing one.” Becks then bent down as she began strapping me down to the spanking bench. “Oh really now?” she growled into my ear as she finished the left arm, before moving over to the other side, whispering into my other ear; “What a good girl you are for your Mummy…” I. Was. Going. To. MELT. HOW DOES A SIMPLE LITTLE SENTENCE LIKE THAT MAKE MY WHOLE BODY FEEL AMAZING? “There. I won’t do the ankle ones this time. How comfortable is it, poppet?” Becks asked from behind me, somewhere I couldn’t turn my head far enough to see. “I… umm…” I was still in a bit of a haze after what she said to me, so I couldn’t speak, but I definitely felt comfortable on this thing. “Nod if you’re comfortable,” she instructed. I nodded. “That’s adorable. I barely said anything and it appears that I’ve made her melt.” I looked up to meet Sam’s gaze as she couldn’t stop staring at me… smiling at me… looking at me like I was prey. Honestly, it felt like she was just one second away from licking her lips… “Chloe… how about a little taster?” Sam said, taking me aback. “Umm… what?” I replied. “Have you ever been spanked?” “I… no!” “Would you like to try it?” “I… but doesn’t it hurt?” “I’ll do it over your nappy, so that will cushion most of the blow. And it won’t be hard, I promise. If it’s too much, just yell ‘Red’.” “I… umm… okay… will you use that… whip thing?” “The flogger?” “Umm… I don’t know the name. The one… umm… Auntie was using.” Becks stroked my hair, probably trying to reward me for calling her Auntie. And… I had no objections. I won’t lie, it was hitting all the right buttons and it was definitely working. I’d happily call her Auntie if it means more of this treatment. Maybe I really am as submissive and little as these people keep insisting I am. “Yes sweetie, that’s a flogger. And I will if you want, though I was going to try with just my hand for now.” “Umm… hand sounds good…” I really don’t know where all this newfound confidence was coming from. But I wasn’t totally averse to this. Was I seriously kinkier than I thought I was? Have I just been so far deep in the kink closet that I never realised how much this actually interests me? Sam put one hand on my back, stroking it gently to try and ease me before the first blow. “Ready baby? First swat just to measure how much you can handle. Do you remember your safeword?” “Red, right?” “Good girl. Ready?” “Uh… uh huh…” I braced myself for impact… … and a second later… I wondered what all the fuss about this was. I barely felt it. “Was that okay, precious?” “I barely felt it. It was like a thud.” “Because you’re thickly padded, babygirl. And because I went easy. You’re lucky you’re not getting this from Auntie Becks without your padding to protect you, she’s a pro at it.” Craig was sitting where Sam and I were previously sitting, watching the whole show. Which made it all the more humiliating. Then he spoke up. “It’s true. Mistress is amazing at it.” “Mistress?” “It’s what I call her during our sessions. And just because I’m taking a rest doesn’t mean I stop being a good boy!” That was cute. Weirdly cute. “I… could take this a bit harder,” I said to Sam, ready to take the plunge into kink a bit more seriously. “You sure, babygirl?” And so… for the next while, we kept ramping up the intensity of the spankings until I could actually feel something. “Still… not that bad…” I replied, feeling quite confident after overcoming something they made out to be really scary and painful. “I think she needs to try without the padding. Or maybe we use a paddle…” Becks suggested. “Paddle sounds good. Don’t want to push her too quickly, so we keep the nappy on,” Sam replied. “Can I give it a go too?” “Baby?” Sam called out to me. “Can Auntie use the paddle on your padded bum?” “Uh… uh huh…” And that… was my first big mistake of the night. I lay down on the sofa next to Craig, unable to sit down on my cheeks properly. They really weren’t kidding when they said Becks is a pro. Though according to them, I have a high pain tolerance which is apparently ‘perfect for spanking’. And I’m not going to lie… I actually found myself enjoying it. Both being tied to the bench and the spanking. Sam had comforted me after I nearly began sobbing, stroking my hair and whispering how much of a good girl I was for trying it. And that helped a lot more than I was expecting. Apparently it’s ‘aftercare’. And after what I just went through… I can see why you may need it. Something about it… it made me feel emotionally raw afterwards and tears were starting to form in the corners of my eyes. And after a bit of aftercare, Sam left Craig and me alone as her and Becks went to get us all drinks. “You doing okay, hun?” Craig asked. “I… I think so…” “You did amazingly well for your first time! Even with the nappy, I would’ve been crying my eyes out before even half way through what you went through!” “Really?” “Really! How are you feeling? Enjoying yourself?” he asked, sounding genuinely hopeful that I was enjoying all this. “Yeah. I think you may all be right. I may be into all this a bit more than I thought I was.” “See, we can usually tell,” he grinned. “How’s your evening going? I hope we didn’t interrupt anything before, you looked like you were having an interesting time…” “Haha, it’s fine. We were expecting you. And sometimes being stopped makes it all the more hotter.” “Is that so? I’ve got so much to learn.” “So you want to learn more?” “I… it’s something Sam seems to love. And apparently so do I now, or at least I feel like I may like it. I’ll need to try it more before I can properly admit I want all this.” “Understandable. Never feel rushed or pressured to do anything you don’t want.” “Sam seems happier here too.” “She is in her element whilst she’s at these events, that's for sure. How’s she doing in regards to those bills?” “Bills?” I asked. “Yeah. Isn’t that what's been getting her down recently? Becks is worried Sam is about to lose her shop.” “WHAT?” “You didn’t know about this? Becks told me Sam never actually outrightly said that she was that deep in trouble, but it was pretty obvious that Sam was faking being okay. We were hoping you coming into her life would mean she’d open up a bit.” “She… she never told me…” “Ah. Sorry. It’s probably not my place to tell.” “I… no wonder she’s been so distant sometimes…” “That’s just what Sam does, sadly. She doesn’t like to appear like she’s not capable of fixing every problem in the world by herself. It’s what started the rift between her and her ex- ahhhh I mean nevermind. Sorry. It’s not my place.” “So she’s always been like this?” “Look, Sam is great. And I think you two are perfect for each other. But she has this habit of putting the weight of the world on her shoulders and refusing help from anyone to carry it. Becks and I were hoping that maybe she’d ease off that position a bit when she met you… but it appears she’s just doing it more. Maybe… maybe you could talk to her about it? Get her to open up?” If she was like this with her ex… and that caused problems… and she’s still the same with me… that… that’s just going to cause us to have problems too, isn’t it? It’s just going to ruin this amazing thing we have all because she’s so fucking stubborn and trying to be strong. “Sorry, I didn’t want to ruin tonight,” Craig continued, “it’s just… we’re worried about her too. Especially because she’ll be avoiding her own problems to comfort you.” “Comfort me?” “Ah… umm…” I looked at my boss and raised my eyebrow. He looked suspiciously anxious. “Craig… Tell me,” I said, sternly. “Look… the others will find out on Monday…” “Is this about the merger?” “Yes.” “It’s not going through, is it?” “It is…” “Then we’re losing our jobs, aren’t we?” I replied, sighing, knowing exactly where this was going. “I’m sorry, Chloe. I tried my hardest. But even I’m losing my job. We work next week… then that’s it. The others will find out on Monday at the weekly meeting.” I stared at the spanking bench, my mind wandering as far from this club as possible, as far from this life as possible… trying to avoid thinking about the fact that this time next week I’ll be looking for a new job… and all the accompanying worries about bills and rent and everything. And Craig is right… if I’m struggling… Sam will just drop all her things and come running to help me. Like she always does. Whenever I text her saying I need my girlfriend, she drops whatever she’s doing to talk to me or come pick me up or whatever. She’ll always put me first… which is nice… but it’s not healthy. Not when she’s putting her own issues aside, screwing herself over. Because I know how much she loves that shop. Her family’s shop. And I’m just making her worse. Maybe I’m the problem. I’ve not exactly put her first. I just took her word for it when she said she was okay. I brushed it off. I shouldn’t have. I should’ve just stood up for us both and asked her what was going on. I clearly fucked things up. I should’ve realised all this. I should’ve fixed it. I’m the problem. Maybe… Maybe she’s better off without me… “Chloe? Are you okay? You’re zoning out a bit, and I’m worried about you,” Craig asked, quietly. “I…” “Yes hun?” “I’m the prob-” It was then that the door swung open, and Sam and Becks walked in, holding drinks. But it was all too much for me. I fuck everything up. Just like I’m fucking this evening up for Sam. I’m a fuck up. I ran past Sam, through the doorway, heading towards the exit to the building, tears streaming down my cheeks. I could hear them calling me from behind, but I ignored them and rushed out, back into the car park, the crisp night air hitting me like an icy wave. And suddenly I felt sick. Like I was gonna hurl. All this emotion, all this anger, all this self hatred… it was bubbling away within me and I couldn’t breathe. So taking a deep breath, I let the cold air fill my lungs as I breathed slowly, in and out, still crying my eyes out. A moment later, I heard Sam calling me as she burst through the door to the car park, before rushing over to me. “Baby? Are you okay?” she asked, holding my shoulders with her hands, trying to steady me. “WHEN WERE YOU GOING TO TELL ME ABOUT THE SHOP?” “I…” With the tears making my vision blurry, I looked up to see my girlfriend frozen, stuck for words, with her friends in the background, watching us. “WHY WON’T YOU TELL ME WHAT’S WRONG?” “Sweetie… I just… I just didn’t want you to worry about me.” “OF COURSE I WORRY ABOUT YOU! I’M YOUR GIRLFRIEND!” “Sweetie, shhh… I understand you’re upset, but you don’t have to-” “SHOUT? BUT WHAT IF I WANT TO?” “Chloe… I’m sorry. I wanted to tell you… I just… I just didn’t…” “You didn’t tell your ex things either, huh?” “How do you-?” “You try to solve everything but yourself. You’ll put me first… but you’ll never put yourself first. You’ll never fix your own things. I… I’m just making it impossible for you to do anything. I’m a distraction. I’m not good for you. I’m not good for anyone.” Look… future-me will look back on this and hate myself for jumping ahead like a million steps, and for blowing all this way out of proportion… but that’s one of the things I do. I fuck things up. I’m extremely negative about myself. And if there’s a problem… I’ll blame myself for it. I have self-confidence issues… and present-me is going to put all the blame on herself. Then future-me will realise I fucked up tonight and tell herself that that’s all I do… fuck things up… and on goes the neverending spiral. But… future-me will regret what I did next more than anything. “Sweetie… it’s okay. You’re just spiralling. Just breathe… in… out…” I looked up at Sam… at her beautiful face… at this wonderful, amazing woman… …And I knew I’d just ruin her life. Even just by existing in it. Whether it’s as a distraction from her own issues… or by me fucking up like I always do… “I think we should just end it.” “End what?” “This.” I could see the tears forming in her eyes. They began glazing over… and I couldn’t stand to see her cry. So I shrugged off her grip on me, and turned to leave. “I… I’m sorry…” “...Goodbye Sam.” ====================================================== Don't forget I'm on Subscribestar! Subscribers get 2 weeks early access to chapters, and exclusive short stories (Nessa's Tale is currently the only available one). The next four chapters of my stories are posted on my Subscribestar! ======================================================== I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading them! If you want to read the next 4 chapters, thanks to two weeks early access to my main story and also soon-to-be exclusive access to short stories, why don't you check out my SubscribeStar! Thank you to all my subscribers for their support over the past few years! Seriously, your support means the world to me. New chapters of my latest story every Wednesday/Sunday! 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