LittleFallenPrincess Posted November 19, 2025 Author Posted November 19, 2025 Chapter 24: Fix Bound – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- Samantha I stared at the coffee in my cup that was going colder by the minute, whilst I was off in my own thoughts, unable to process anything going on around me. Not even Smudge, who was keeping me company by laying on my hip, curled up into a little loaf, balancing precariously. I just felt dead inside. I fucked everything up. And I have no idea what to do now. She wasn’t wrong either. I did put my problems aside to focus on her. Like I always do. And it’s led me to this… it led me to losing my shop. I didn’t even bother opening up the shop today, instead I’m just laying on my sofa in an oversized black tee, staring at this coffee that I made like an hour ago. I hadn’t even turned the TV on for some background noise. It also didn’t help that I didn’t wake up until midday, and I still have no energy to do anything. Since last night’s incident, I’ve sent her what felt like a thousand messages. I tried calling multiple times. But she ignored every single text and call. I should have seen this coming. She’s so anxious… so self critical. Of course she blames herself for this. And I’ve tried to tell her it’s my fault, that it’s my issue… but that’s the problem, she’s like me. She’ll internalise it all. She’ll make herself worse. Just like I’m doing now. But then it is my fault this time. I just want to tell her that it’s not her fault. That I’m sorry. That I’m sorry for not opening up or telling her how bad it really is. Fuck. How do I save my shop? How do I save my relationship? After the breakup in the car park last night, Becks consoled me whilst Craig caught up with Chloe to make sure she got a taxi home instead of walking miles. He said she didn’t talk about anything, she was just silent as they waited for a taxi, before he returned to see me sobbing my heart out to my best friend on the ground of the club’s car park. And that’s when I told Becks everything. About how bad it really was. About how I fucked everything up, and put the weight of rest of the world on my shoulders yet again, ignoring my own problems. She called me an idiot. Then she laughed. And then she wrapped her arms around me and told me we’ll figure this out. That she’s going to help, and that she’s already got some ideas, but she’ll get back to me regarding that today at some point. But it’s too late. I lost the girl. And I really fucking liked her. Maybe after a few days Chloe will have cooled down and reassessed everything and read all my texts. Maybe she’ll want to call off this whole break up thing. But then I don’t blame her. Who would want to be with me, when I can’t even take care of myself? And I’m supposed to be the dominant one! I lied to her. Told her everything was okay when it wasn’t. And she knows that now. She knows I won’t be truthful with her. That I won’t be truthful with anyone regarding my own difficulties. So I’ll send her another text later. I think for now I’m best off not sending anything else, as she’s got a lot of miserable messages to wade through and delete already. That’s when my phone went off. I pounced up onto my feet with feline agility, putting even Smudge to shame (who was sadly disturbed when I shot up and who ran off to the kitchen because he clearly wanted feeding). Becks: Oi. Bitch. Get up. Fuck. It’s not Chloe. Just becks. What does she want? Sam: How do you know I’m not up? Becks: Because I’m at your front door, you div. Sam: What, is it high school again? What’s with the old insult? Becks: Just get up and get down here and let me in. I have good news! Sam: You somehow saved my relationship and my shop and magically erased all those cringey texts I sent her? Becks: Those texts are on you, hun. And no, I haven’t, but I may be able to salvage one of them… Sam: Fiiiiiiiiiine. Gimme a minute… After shuffling slowly downstairs like a zombie, I opened the shop door to let my friend in, then swiftly closed it again once she was in, as I had no intention of running this shop today. Becks didn’t even say hi, she just walked past, wearing her smartest shirt and pants, along with killer heels, towards my desk. She then proceeded to take my seat, and placed a plastic folder on top of the desk. “Becks… I’m not in the mood for your cheery bullshit today. Just tell me how to save my relationship,” I said, sighing, shuffling back over to the other end of the bookshop, where she was standing. “Oh hun, I can’t save that one. That one is up to you. Though honestly… with the fact you kept all this a secret from even me… maybe you don’t deserve that girl,” Becks replied, nonchalantly. “Harsh…” “Bitch, I knew something was up with you, and I knew your shop would go under eventually with the way you run it!” “I like the way I run it…” “So do I, but it also means you will never earn any kind of proper income, which means of course you were going to lose this place! Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” “You can’t help. No one can,” I sighed, crossing my arms and rolling my eyes at her. “How do you know that if you don’t ask?” I hate that line of questioning. It’s very much a parent’s logic, and I didn’t appreciate it from my best friend right now. As if ‘asking’ fixes everything and totally isn’t a horrible thing to have to do that causes me great anxiety… so much so that I purposefully don’t ask. “Can you come up with a large amount of money in a relatively short amount of time?” I replied, with as much snark as I could muster. “Yes.” Okay… I wasn’t expecting that answer. “How?” “David,” she replied. “David?” “David… you know… the guy into tickling?” “Oh… Dave? From the events?” “Yes. That David. Well… after your little outburst last night, and after you told me the truth, and after I put you in a cab home… I went back in and went straight to the back, to where David was currently being tortured by Danielle.” “Becks… you’re losing me. What about David means you can save the shop?” “I’m getting to that! Look, I knew you were going to struggle eventually. You’d run out of savings and your shop would be at risk. And I’m bored at my work, stuck working for someone else… when I’m a damn good manager and basically run the whole thing myself… with no reward. I’ve had this idea for a while, been saving up a bit and planning everything, and with the help of David, who works at the bank…” “Huh?” I still wasn’t getting where she was going. But then I was running on barely any sleep at this point. “Sam. You idiot. I want to go into business with you.” “But the shop is failing. And I refuse to let it be turned into one of those clinically clean chain stores,” I replied, adamantly. “And I won’t do that. But… this place does need to change. So I was thinking… we go into business together, and… we renovate the place. Merge your bookshop with my dream of opening up a little cafe or coffee shop or maybe even a little tea shop.” “So… a cafe bookshop thing?” “Yes!” “I… is that possible? I only know of the clean chain bookstore coffee shops.” “David certainly thinks so. So much so that when I went with my presentation this morning, he approved my plans… provided that you’re okay with them and you agree to be my business partner.” “You had a presentation?” “I’ve had this idea for a while. And… I’m running on barely any sleep because I was up most of the night putting the final touches on it.” “So… I keep my bookshop, provided I become partners with you and turn part of it into a little cafe?” “We’ll need to keep the place a bit more… organised… but we want to keep the aesthetic of the small overfilled bookshop, as that works well for our cosy little cafe theme… we just make it a bit more organised and sacrifice half the space for a counter, basic kitchen and some tables and chairs. This area of town is perfect for this kind of thing, and I think together we could turn this thing into something amazing.” “I… I mean… Becks… That’s a lot to take in.” “And by the way you were talking last night, you don’t have much time to save your shop. This way you keep it, make it better, and work with your best friend!” “That does sound nice… so will David give us a bank loan or something? To pay off outstanding debts and then renovate the place?” “It won’t leave much to renovate the place, once we paid off the debts, but I know a bunch more from the event who build furniture for a living. They offered to help for free, provided we pay for the materials, and offer them the occasional free drink.” I always admired (and envied) Becky’s ability to make connections like that at the events. She knows every other dominant and submissive there, close enough that they could be considered friends. I know lots of people there… but we don’t talk much. I have my close knit group of friends there, and everyone else is just a distant friend of a friend really, we ask how we’re doing and what the weather is like… and that’s it. But then what she said next surprised me most. “They all care about you.” “Huh?” “Everyone at the club. They care about you. They want to help.” “They barely know me. They know you.” “You get on with them more than you realise. It’s only lately you’ve been a bit of a grump. Which, given your circumstances with your shop, and not having a little one to take care of until you met Chloe… was understandable. Before this slump you were a lot more talkative.” “I was?” I asked, genuinely surprised. “Yeah. You helped out loads. You just didn’t realise it. So they want to help. Hell, you prevented the club from being torn down years ago.” “That was nothing… I didn’t do much.” “See. Putting yourself down even now. You saved their safe space. They want to save yours.” “Fine. So… you say you had a presentation? Can I see?” “Let’s tell you all about my vision… and see how we can get this problem fixed so you can focus on fixing your other one…” ---------------------------------------------------------- A week later, and I was feeling more optimistic than ever. The bank loan had been approved after I was happy to go into business with Becks. I mean… Her plans were amazing. It kept the aesthetic of my bookshop… mostly (still cluttered, just more organised now. We wanted that aesthetic after all!), but it also had a cosy little tea shop covering half of the shop, which Becks and I would be able to run with just the two of us. And speaking of Becks… the work she put into this, from doing market research to see how popular a shop like this would be in an area of town like this, to planning everything, including prices we’d charge and what kind of revenue we could expect to pull in from this. It wasn’t going to be a huge increase in income, we wouldn’t be rich or anything from this venture, but we’d be able to pay the bills, I could keep my apartment upstairs, and I’d be a little more comfortable than I currently am. Renovations are set to begin next week. I even had to tell Mrs Higgins that I’ll have to personally deliver her next books, as the shop won’t be open. And she sounded so proud of me. Which made me start ugly crying as soon as I put the phone down. This was half of my anxiety tamed. I had someone else to share the responsibilities with, someone who was amazing at running a business. Both Becks and I would be so much better off, I just hope it doesn’t ruin our friendship. Now I just had to fix the other half of my anxiety. The whole week I had sent texts to Chloe, asking her to call me, asking her to reply. But she never replied. All my messages were left on read, so I knew she at least had seen them. That was… until a week after she broke things off between us… Chloe: Hi I scrambled to grab my phone from my pocket, as I was currently packing up my stock of books in the shop, to put in my apartment until the renovations were complete. My smile grew and grew and grew as I saw that Chloe had messaged me finally. My heart was racing. I could fix this. This was just her anxiety and my stupidity that caused this very hasty break up. All we needed to do was to have a proper conversation. Sam: Hey! I was worried about you. I waited anxiously for a response. And a minute later, I saw ‘Chloe is typing…’ at the bottom of the screen. Chloe: Don’t be. I’m fine. Please stop texting and calling. Sam: Why? We were doing so well… and I have good news! Chloe: We were lying to each other. And ourselves. I’m not into all that stuff like you are. It’s not fair to lead you on. And you kept so much from me. We’re better off with other people, more suited for each other. I felt like the chains holding up my heart snapped, causing it to plummet into an abyss waiting below… Sam: But Chloe… Chloe: Please don’t message again. Sam: Can’t we be friends at least? ‘Chloe is typing…’ was stuck at the bottom of the screen for what felt like forever. Chloe: Maybe in the future. But not right now. Goodbye. And as my heart disappeared into the abyss… it shattered into a thousand pieces, causing me to drop my phone and slump to my knees. ====================================================== I'm glad people enjoyed the previous chapter, despite the ending. I did warn you all from the start though, it's a slice of life story about the highs and lows of dating :3 That includes stuff like this. Not every relationship works out. 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 November 23, 2025 Author Posted November 23, 2025 Chapter 25: Meanwhile… Bound – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- Chloe I couldn’t sleep last night. Not after I just went and broke her heart. Leaving her at the club like that… I bet she’s a mess this morning, even more than I am. I don’t deserve to be better off. But then… …She was in the wrong, right? She was the one keeping things from me. She was the one with secrets, and trying to hide them from me. I should be the one upset. I have a right to be upset… right? Then why does it feel like I’m the bad guy? Monday morning. I don’t know why I’m bothering getting ready for work. I don’t have the drive or motivation to do anything right now. And I know what’s coming today. Amanda and that lot don’t. I just hope they’ll all find better jobs after they find out they are losing theirs in this morning’s meeting. Even Craig… ugh. I fucking hate being an adult. But maybe this is what I deserve for breaking Sam’s heart two nights ago. But then again… I didn’t even get to tell her that I was going to lose my job. Because she was so focused on the event, and her shop… was I never a priority for her? I stared out of the bus window, stuck in my own thoughts, letting myself go deeper and deeper down the rabbit hole as we passed at every bus stop. My thoughts consuming me, my doubts, my lack of self confidence… it all became too much when I walked through the office doors. Especially when Amanda greeted me so warmly. “We’re losing our jobs,” I mumbled to her as I sat down in my chair, slumping and sighing heavily. “Haha… oh shush, Chloe. We’re not losing our-” It was at that moment Craig walked past, looking just as glum and miserable as I was. “We are,” I replied. “Wait… what?” Amanda’s jaw dropped. I know I should have let Craig handle the announcement. But… I… I just don’t care anymore. And I just sat there, slumped in my chair, whilst the office quickly descended into chaos as the news spread throughout it. “That wasn’t helpful, Chloe.” After the chaos had died down a bit, Craig pulled me into his office to have a ‘quiet chat’ with me. “Bite me.” “Look, I know you’re still not doing well after what happened at the event, but you didn’t have to throw me to the sharks.” “Sorry. But I. Just. Don’t. Care,” I hated sounding so rude and unappreciative to Craig, he’s a nice guy, but I just wasn’t in the mood right now for any bullshit. Then I had an idea. “You know what?” “What, Chloe?” “I still have a week of holidays left, right?” He rolled his eyes and sighed heavily. “Seriously?” he groaned. Craig did not look impressed. “Craig, I’m not staying on a sinking ship. I’m going to go home and find a new job. Or maybe just curl up on the sofa and be miserable all week. Either way… it was nice working with you. Genuinely. But… I’m done.” Craig knew that even if I stayed for the week, I wouldn’t be much help. I’m not in the best headspace right now, and would just screw everything up. So he agreed and let me go home, but not before I got the contact details of the girls at work and also his. I hoped to keep in touch with them. Though honestly? I doubt I’ll ever see them again. That’s just one of the many downsides of being an adult. A few days into my ‘holiday’ (more accurately… my unemployment), I was lying on my sofa, feeling sorry for myself… again. I hadn’t changed into clean clothes in two days, and I hate to say it but I hadn’t touched or even seen the shower in the same timeframe. Safe to say… I was not doing well. My phone went off as I was staring at the ceiling, with some rubbish telly on in the background. And like usual, I check it just so I can read whatever message she’s sent me then leave it on read. One of these days she’ll get the message. It’s not like I want to be cruel… but I need to cut her off. I need her to get the message that we’re through. Not for my sake, but for hers. I’m just holding her back. I’m just making her worse. She’ll never fix her business and her life with me clinging on to her, constantly distracting her. It’s for the best. Plus I guess maybe I can be a bit selfish and find someone who doesn’t keep secrets from me. Because I hate secrets. But as I looked at the phone, seeing I had apparently missed a phone call and two texts from Sam, I also noticed a different message, one that made me smile. So I hurled myself up off the sofa, sitting up so I could reply to them properly. Mummy N: So… how's the jobhunting going? Chloe: Sloooooooooooow! Mummy N: Did you take a shower today? Chloe: …. Mummy N: Go. Get in the shower. Now. Chloe: Buuuuuuuuh… Mummy N: But nothing, sweetie. You can’t keep letting yourself suffer because you made an important decision that you’re still struggling with. Have you eaten? Chloe: I had a cereal bar… Mummy N: I may not be your Mummy, but I will make sure you’re taking care of yourself. Go get a shower, then get some food in that little tummy of yours, then you can play some games. But no games until you’ve done the other two, okay? We can leave job hunting until tomorrow, you’re still on your ‘holiday’ after all… Chloe: Fiiiiiiiine. This woman was keeping me together after my breakup. She was so sweet and understanding and lovely. We met originally when I was researching more about Sam’s kink, but we kinda kept in touch since she first gave me a few pointers, and we quickly became friends. She’s helped me so much with the breakup and everything, giving me lots of advice… I would be in a much worse position if I didn’t have her helping me. It also helped that she made me feel so small and safe… kinda how Sam makes… made me feel. Mummy N: Good girl. Let me know when you’re done. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- It has been a week since I broke up with Sam. I was still a bit of a mess, but thanks to Natasha, I’m in a much better place than I would have been without her. I’ve even got a few job interviews lined up for next week, thanks to her! Not that she set them up for me, but she pushed me to search for another job, gave me the motivation to dredge my way through listing after listing until I found ones that were right for me. Sam’s texts had decreased considerably as the week went on too, from multiple texts per day to just one per day now. But it was the most recent one that bothered me. So much so that Natasha and I both agreed that I needed to make it obvious that Sam and I were over. Chloe: Hi I waited nervously for Sam to reply. I didn’t want her to get her hopes up just because I finally replied to her. Sam: Hey! I was worried about you. I wasn’t sure what I was going to say. I just… I kept writing, deleting, then rewriting my message over and over again. I didn’t want to be cruel, she didn’t deserve that. But she needed to know it was over. Chloe: Don’t be. I’m fine. Please stop texting and calling. Sam: Why? We were doing so well… and I have good news! Chloe: We were lying to each other. And ourselves. I’m not into all that stuff like you are. It’s not fair to lead you on. And you kept so much from me. We’re better off with other people, more suited for each other. Sam: But Chloe… Chloe: Please don’t message again. Sam: Can’t we be friends at least? I wanted to say ‘YES!’ I wanted to say ‘I never want you to be out of my life… but Nat was right. Sam needs space from me. Maybe we can be friends in the future. But right now… what’s best for both of us… is for her to go without me for a while. Chloe: Maybe in the future. But not right now. Goodbye. Muting Sam, but not blocking her, I slammed my phone on the table and took a deep breath. I had done it. I had actually fucking done it. …And all I could feel was regret. Mummy N: I promise you, hun, you’re not in the wrong. Chloe: But she… Mummy N: She kept things from you. You’re supposed to share in a relationship. And she was holding back. Even if it was to try and comfort you, that just isn’t something that’s acceptable. And you’re right, she needs to get her life in order before she can get into a relationship. I usually hated people who say that, as I have conflicting opinions on that sort of thing, but right now she was right. Sam really did need to sort herself out, and I was just getting in the way of her doing that. Natasha was so lovely and so sweet. She has been my rock during this difficult breakup, and I was genuinely happy she had suggested we become friends all that time ago. Because breaking up with Sam was one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do. And a tiny bit of myself still regrets doing it, but really I know it was for both our benefits. She meant a lot to me. I had never jumped into a relationship with anyone that quickly. And part of me still loves her. But no… I need to be strong. I need to resist. Because if I go running back to her, she’ll fuck up again and lose her shop because she’s too focused on me. Mummy N: Sweetie… you’re not replying. Either you’re super busy… or you’re in your own head again. Chloe: Umm… maybe the latter… Mummy N: Silly girl. It’s okay though, I really do understand. You’re not in the wrong for this, sweetheart. But what if I am? What if I unnecessarily broke Sam’s heart… What if I damaged it permanently? Chloe: I’m fine. I just… I just need time. Mummy N: How about you get cuddled up with a movie tonight? Maybe grab a stuffie or something? I know I told Sam I wasn’t into it… but I was lying. Maybe that’s why I feel extra guilty. I told her I just wasn’t into her kink. But I am. I actually am. I’ve been wearing the rest of those pullups every evening since the breakup… well… except for the night of the breakup. Something about the padding and having a stuffie around just made me feel… better? And Natasha was really hitting all my buttons lately with all the cute little pet names and stuff, and being extra maternal. Chloe: Yeah. I think I’ll do that. I’ve got like one more pullup left I think. Mummy N: Pullups? You definitely need something much thicker! Chloe: I won’t lie… I did like the thickness of the proper ones… Mummy N: Treat yourself. Get yourself some proper babyish nappies. Maybe a dummy too? Chloe: Where though? I don’t even know where she got them from. Mummy N: I can show you, little princess. Don’t you worry. I’ll make sure you pick something extra cute and absorbent too. I blushed, thankful that she couldn’t see what effect her words were having on me. Chloe: I… I’d like dat… Mummy N: And maybe… if you’re a good girl… I’ll read you a bedtime story? Chloe: Really? Mummy N: If you want, of course. We can call, and I’ll read you something you’ll like. But you need your nappies ordered first, okay precious? My bedtime stories are reserved for only the bestest little babies. Chloe: ….So what’s that website? ====================================================== 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 11/19/2025 at 5:49 PM, Guilend said: Yay DD is finally caught to where I left off on your subscribestar when my sub finally ran out. That means the next chapter you post here I can read it 😂 Yay! I'm glad you can get to enjoy it again 7 1
Guilend Posted November 23, 2025 Posted November 23, 2025 I’m on the fence about that online person. They could genuinely believe they’re in the right because of their own past experiences. Now the majority of what they’re saying is true. However before jumping out of the airplane and pulling the rip cord, you need to at least tell the other person what you’re thinking and feeling so they can respond to it. If you bottle yourself up and then bail at the others lack of communication, well no one was communicating and it’s both people’s fault. It’s of course more complex than that because every relationship is different, every individual is different and every situation is different. I can see in certain situations with a certain type of person you’d bail in this scenario. Sadly in this situation everyone did the wrong thing, Greg screwed up for saying something personal that wasn’t his to tell, Chloe didn’t share her insecurities, didn’t put her foot down and creat a boundary with Sam. Sam didn’t open up and let Chloe in, even if Chloe couldn’t fix it, she deserved to share the burden if she was asking to, and she did ask a couple of times. I know this is probably close to creep territory and could get Sam tossed in jail possibly, but she needs to show up outside Chloe’s place with a boom box and a romantic sappy song and a very well written apology. (And flowers duh) 2
Moon3ye Posted November 23, 2025 Posted November 23, 2025 Yes, sometimes you have to expand your dreams. I've always dreamed of having a photo studio, but not a boring one for families or passport photos, but one that would be a safe place for cosplayers. Then I was brainstorming with a friend and we thought about opening two, one for cosplayers and one for more specialized content (BDSM and kink). Of course, nothing ever came of it, but my best friend and I still have the plans for it and have sworn that if we ever win the lottery, we'll do it. The funny thing is that today we would have many more options in terms of organization. He is a carpenter and can build just about anything, his wife is a photographer and would have the necessary contacts, and as a tax officer, I could take care of all the administrative stuff. Of course, it remains a pipe dream because none of us will ever win the lottery, but it's always fun when the three of us get together and fantasize about it. The ending is sad. But your closing words were strange. Are you perhaps trying to say that Chloe is really gone and Sam might find something new? I'm curious to see how it continues. Oh, I just noticed while scrolling down that I apparently missed Wednesday... oops. Well, then I'm curious to see how Chapter 25 continues now. Chloe, what you did to Craig wasn't nice. There are procedures for situations like that. Depression (and yes, Chloe is going through a phase right now, at least) is really awful. I'm surprised to hear myself say this, but I agree with Guilend. I also have a really bad feeling about Natasha. In any case, I'm curious to see how things will develop.
LittleFallenPrincess Posted November 26, 2025 Author Posted November 26, 2025 Chapter 26: Two Months Later… Bound – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- Samantha “No, not there, over there!” … “No, not over there, look, where I’m pointing…” … “Are you trying to earn yourself a spanking?” Normally I’d enjoy Becks getting frustrated with her subs, threatening them with a good time, but right now it was more frustrating than anything. Two months. Two fucking months of this shit. At least the end was in sight, and this would all be over soon. Becks came over to my little desk in the corner of the bookshop end and plopped her backside on the chair beside me, where I was happy in my own space, avoiding all responsibility, sipping on a nice tea she had brought for me. Apparently the task of renovating my… no, now it’s our shop… was a lot bigger than either of us assumed. Thankfully, she called in some help in the form of her subs, who were busy putting the furniture together, as we are due to open in the next two weeks. At least the major renovations had been done by the professionals already. We had a fully working kitchen area, albeit only a small one, and a counter with one of those viewing fridge things. “Gonna help?” she asked, grinning at me like it wasn’t a question, moreso an order. “You know I worked my arse off yesterday. I’m still in pain!” I replied, clutching my back. “Awww poor little princess…” she teased in that condescending domme voice of hers. I gave her a look that would’ve sent any sub running for the hills, instead she just laughed. “Look, I’ll help in a bit,” I sighed. “Honestly, if I get involved right now, the subs will get annoyed with me trying to help and revolt. And neither of us want that.” “You’re right. They are helping massively… but they do not work well as a team. And they are getting a bit snappy…. I may have to resort to bribing them to behave.” “Ooooh… the almighty Becks… being reduced to buying Happy meals for her little subs…” “Look, that may be what your subs would be bribed with, if you had any, but these ones have expensive tastes…” “Right. I’ve got an idea. I’ll go get properly ready and head out and get sweet treats. Would that make them happy?” Becky thought for a minute, staring back over at her three subs working hard on the renovations to the cafe area, before turning her gaze back to me. “Go for it. That may make them GET A MOVE ON!” The subs all turned to look at us, bewildered by Becks’ sudden volume increase. “I’ll go get ready then.” “Lovely Auntie Sam is going to get you some treats for working so hard. So get back to work for a little bit longer, then you can have a nice break, okay my loves?” Becks said to her partners, who had all stopped work for a second to listen to her, before diving back into their job with a newfound enthusiasm the moment they were promised treats and a break. Thankfully, Becks doesn’t work them too hard, she’s not cruel after all. She pushes them as much as they can handle, but no further. She respects them too much and would hate herself if she ever pushed their boundaries too far. That’s why we bonded as dommes really easily and how we work off each other so well, because aside from our variance in some kinks, we’re very similar. So I got up onto my feet with a louder than planned groan, my back and knees cracking a bit, and walked over to the door to my apartment. Thankfully it’s at the back of the new kitchen area, so no customers will be able to accidentally wander up to my apartment. But that being said… we’ve installed a new lock on it and put a ‘Do not enter’ sign on it, just in case. “Thanks Auntie Sam!” “Yeah thanks!” “Thanks Sam.” The three subs were all working harder than before, now that I was going to bring them treats, and they were all extremely courteous (like they were trained to be). Though Craig, who had been struggling recently, was still acting awkward around me. He was worried he caused my breakup with Chloe, but even after everything he told me that they spoke about that night, I couldn’t blame him for what happened. It’s my own fault. Still, the poor guy is taking it out on himself still, despite my insistence that he did nothing wrong. But hey, at least he got a new job… which just so happens to be Becks’ old job! She recommended him to the owner of the business when she was quitting to come work with me. He’s doing well for himself apparently, despite their previous firm going under. He’s a lot less stressed, as it’s a much smaller company, though the food industry is a little bit faster paced than he’s used to. Still, it was nice to see him so full of spirits regarding work again. I grabbed my bag from near my desk in the corner, putting my hand on Becks’ shoulder and stroking it gently. “I’ll be like twenty minutes.” “So send out the search and rescue party if you’re not back in thirty?” “Exactly!” I replied, laughing, before turning to the three subs. “See people, this woman knows how to handle a crisis!” “So if you go missing for thirty minutes, it’s a national emergency?” Craig replied, grinning at me. “Yes. And I’ll have you on your hands and knees trying to get her scent…” Becks replied, pulling out her favourite flogger seemingly from nowhere, which made the eyes of all her subs widen in fear. “Right, be good. Becks, don’t torture them too much. Be right back!” The weather wasn’t too bad, there weren’t too many people out, and I was feeling good about things for once in my life. My shop was being saved by my best friend, and we have made so much progress in two months. We still had quite a bit of work to go, but everything was meticulously planned by my bestie, and I trusted her more than anyone. So I had a bit of a spring in my step as I walked down the high street towards the bakery that I know does some amazing pastries and desserts, especially the eclairs. It even has little tables inside and outside, like a little cafe. I called in the corner shop on the way to stock up on coffee and tea for our little helpers, before continuing down the street, turning down the side street where the bakery was located. Being a bit busier than usual, I was glad that I was only getting some treats to take out from here, not sitting in like a lot of people had the idea to do today. So I queued up, ordered my box of treats (grabbing the last couple of eclairs they had, luckily!), and turned to head out the door. And I quickly regretted coming out. She was laughing at something the other woman said, the one who was holding her hand as they sat across the table from each other, their arms resting on the table as they looked lovingly into each other’s eyes. Fuck. Why did it have to be this bakery of all places at this specific time. And how so soon after what happened? How can she move on so soon? Was she already in love with this woman when we were together? Is that how she moved on and wanted to break up so soon? Or am I just overreacting because my heart feels like it's going to beat out of my chest at any moment? I was blocking the way out for the other customers, and if I continued staring at the pair for any longer, people would yell at me, and that would draw the couple’s attention to me… …So I dashed out of the bakery, tears forming in the corners of my eyes, as I clutched onto the box of treats and rushed in the direction of my shop as quickly as possible. “Hey Sam. You okay?” Becks asked, as I flew through the door, dashed down the empty aisle, practically throwing the box onto the counter as I headed towards the stairs to my apartment. I didn’t say a word in response, I just dropped off the treats and headed to my apartment, slamming the door behind me and locking it, sitting on one of the lower steps and taking deep breathes, hyperventilating as images of those two together flooded my mind. “Sam? Sweetie? You okay?” I heard Becks try calling out through the door. “FUCK OFF!” I screamed back, without thinking, instantly regretting my actions. “Sam. What’s up?” I didn’t reply. Mostly because I didn’t want to yell obscenities at my best friend and potentially scare her off. The shop needs this work done, and if I scare them all off, it’ll not get done in time for the opening… which will impact not only me, but also impact Becks. And she’s put a lot of effort and risked a lot of her own personal assets to start this business with me. I couldn’t let my little tantrum ruin that… so I stayed silent. “Guys, just carry on working. Sam just needs some alone time. I’ll check in on her soon.” “Sam? Sweetie?” “Saaaaam?” “Samantha…” I could hear Becks call out through the door at the bottom of the stairs, even from the sofa upstairs I had eventually moved to. She’d call out every thirty to sixty minutes, checking in. I didn’t feel like talking, and I didn’t want to ruin the work being done downstairs, so I kept quiet. But oh my god… I wanted to scream. I needed to. I kept playing that scene in the bakery over and over again. That woman. Chloe’s laugh. Their hands joined across the table. I wanted to rip my heart out of my chest to stop this pain. So instead, I clutched a pillow whilst laying on the sofa, curled up, wishing this would all end. I didn’t even put anything on in the background. I just let my mind go wild with thoughts of those two together, thinking about all the fuckups I made, about how it should’ve been me with her… but I fucked up. I fuck everything up. Becks kept checking on me, even as it started to go dark outside through the curtains. But I just lay there, crying. …Then I did something I really shouldn’t have… It must have been about an hour after, that I heard the front doorbell ring downstairs. But I figured because Becks and the three helpers are downstairs, they’d answer it for me. And answer it they did. Then I heard a key being inserted into my apartment door, no doubt Becks’ spare key that I gave her, followed by footsteps coming up the stairs. “Sam. What’s going on? Why is she here?” Becks asked, as she walked over to the living room and stood directly in front of me, looking pissed off. “I saw Chloe. And another woman,” I replied, my words scratchy as my throat was dry from crying too much and not drinking anything all afternoon. “You’re a fucking idiot, you know?” “Thanks.” “No seriously. You see Chloe with someone else, and so you do the one thing you know will make everything worse?” “I… couldn’t help it…” “This is why Chloe left. You sabotage yourself too much.” “Exactly. So this is what I deserve.” “No you fucking don’t. But… far from me to tell you what to do. You’re a grown woman. You can make your own fuck ups, and this is probably your biggest. Me and the others are calling it for a day, we’ve worked our arses off downstairs, without your help by the way, and we’re going to get pizza and a few drinks.” “Have fun.” “I’ll leave you and your… guest. Seriously Sam… you’re a fucking idiot.” Before I could reply, before I could try and defend myself… not that I had any right to, as Becks was not wrong… my best friend walked out, angrily, even making sure to make her steps down the stairs sound angry, before she stopped and said something to my guest. “If you break her again… I’ll make sure you regret it.” “Oh Rebecca… It’s lovely to see you too, as always.” ====================================================== Don't forget I'm on Subscribestar! Subscribers get 2 weeks early access to chapters, and exclusive short stories (Nessa's Tale is currently the only available one). The next four chapters of my stories are posted on my Subscribestar! ======================================================== I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading them! 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Moon3ye Posted November 27, 2025 Posted November 27, 2025 Who just arrived? Now I'm curious. Goddesses, why couldn't my ADHD brain forget the chapter like last week so that it's Sunday and I can read both chapters right away?
LittleFallenPrincess Posted November 30, 2025 Author Posted November 30, 2025 Chapter 27: Meanwhile… Bound – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- Chloe Mummy: Goooooood Morning Babygirl Little Chloe: Morning Mama Mummy: How did you sleep? Little Chloe: Okay, you? Mummy: Yeah, not too bad. So… you excited? Little Chloe: For? Mummy: Don’t tell me you forgot already… Little Chloe: FUCK Mummy: Language… Little Chloe: Sorry Mummy. I… I completely forgot. Don’t worry, if I jump in the shower now I can be ready in time. Mummy: Okay sweetheart, just be careful, okay? And don’t forget to wear one of your pullups. Little Chloe: I won’t! Okay, ttyl, luv u ❤️ Mummy: Love you too, little one. See you soon! I can’t believe I not only forgot about our lunch date today, but also that I slept in. I don’t usually sleep in, but this new job of mine has been a bit more exhausting than I’m used to, often working past five to get some tasks done. It’s not even been that long since we arranged this date, so I hated myself even more for forgetting it so soon already. Thankfully, I had checked my phone the first moment I woke up, and smiled as soon as I saw Mummy’s message. And then she reminded me in time to quickly get a shower and get ready. Good job I did some washing yesterday so I’ve got clean clothes! So I put my phone on charge, pounced out of bed, landed on my feet perfectly like a kitty cat, before dashing off to the bathroom to go shower, taking off and throwing my clothes as I ran, until I was completely nakey. And then mistake number two… cold water! Silly me jumped in the shower without thinking, without letting the water warm up soon, so I yelped as I jumped back out of the shower, nearly slipping due to my wet feet. “Chloe… calm… she wants you to arrive at the bakery in one piece, not dead or with a broken leg. She’ll be okay with me being a tiny bit late rather than either of those happening to me… so take your time…” Taking a deep breath, I steadied myself, and watched as the water began producing steam on the glass surrounding the shower. “Much better.” I slid the pullup up until it fit snugly around my waist and between my legs. And… I missed this feeling. I never thought I’d say it, let alone feel it… but I actually missed being padded. Mummy told me I needed to stop wearing for a couple of days, to let my skin breath a bit, because I maaaay have been wearing pullups and also nappies a bit too much lately. But hey, they’re super comfy and it means I don’t have to get up to go pee. Can’t a girl just piss herself for her own enjoyment these days? I can’t believe how far I’ve come with this kink in the past three months. First with… umm… yeah… and now with Natasha… I went from some little vanilla princess with childish interests, not knowing anything about kink… to full blown littlespace, along with a few items of clothing for littlespace that Nat gifted me. I even have my own dummy now, which is pink, as that’s Mummy’s favourite colour to see on me. I’ve always preferred purple, but pink is good too as it makes her happy, so I’m often dressed in pink whenever we meet up at her house. I also still can’t believe that Nat ended up living in the same city as me! I was worried when we first started getting close that it’d be some kind of long distance thing. I’ve heard a lot of ‘cgl’ (as I learned they call it) relationships are long distance. And I… just can’t do that. But it’s as if the Gods were listening, as when I asked whereabouts she lived, she said my city! Well… that’s not technically true. Technically she’s on the outskirts of the city, in a tiny little town just on the edge of the city (but it’s practically treated as part of the city). She rents a little house there in the suburbs, with her roommate Veronica (who she calls Ronnie). But it’s only a short drive or bus from hers to the city centre, where I live. Although whilst she comes into the city centre for dates like today, we often end up going back to hers rather than mine… as my place has rather thin walls, what with it being an apartment. It helps that Ronnie is working most of the time or away, meaning we have the whole house to ourselves and can get up to all manners of fun, kinky things… …Though it’s mostly just her spanking me so far. And because I’m a wuss with no pain tolerance, I’m wailing after two swats… hence the need for privacy. It was great though, because we ended up meeting up pretty quickly after that, and then she asked me if she could be my Mummy, and wow… It's been a whirlwind. She took no time hesitating… not like… no, nevermind. Things are great. I barely think about her now. Much… Mostly… That’s a lie. God… why am I lying to myself in my own head? Whenever I talk to Craig over text, which isn’t much these days to be fair, I ask how she’s doing. Apparently she’s getting better by the day, though she’s still ‘being mopey’. Apparently her and Becks went into business together and that should save the shop, which I’m glad about. I just… I wish she had done all this before I… no… Chloe… stop thinking that way… you have Natasha now. Things are good. Mostly good. Ugh. Right. Finish this makeup and get out of the house. Go. Now. Before you miss your bus! Once my hair was perfect (or as close to being perfect as I could manage), I grabbed my bag and dashed out of the apartment, rushing for the next bus. And after a short, quiet bus ride, I arrived at my stop. Then a short walk later, and I arrived at the bakery to see her gorgeous smile, which was reserved just for me, apparently. That’s what she tells me anyway. With her long, flowing red hair (that she insists is called red, not ginger… she hates being called a ginger, even though she is one), her cute little modern glasses perched on the end of her nose that made her look like a sexy librarian, and her amazing dress sense (today was a day she wanted to show off her body a bit more it seems, opting for a very low cut top and shorts that showed more skin than they hid…), she was a beauty to behold. Even her makeup is perfect. She’s very much a perfectionist. She likes to be in control and she makes sure she looks good whilst she’s doing it. She’s extremely confident and Nat is very… forward. She’s very flirty. She knows what she wants, and she’ll do anything to get it. It’s a refreshing change from… nope, Chloe… you’re doing it again. Ignore this, let’s just go get some nice lunch with your girlfriend. How would she react if she knew you were thinking about your ex just before you’re about to go on a date? “Hey baby!” she said as I came running in, full steam ahead, my face planting in between her boobs, wrapping my arms around her and squeezing tightly. “Missed me?” “Uh huh…” “Or did you just miss my boobs?” she replied, making me blush instantly. Thankfully her wonderful boobs were hiding my reddening cheeks. “Can’t I miss both?” I replied, my words muffled. “Glad to hear you like more than just my boobs.” “I mean… they are pretty magical…” “I know. You couldn’t stop nursing on them…” “HEY!” I said, backing off, wide eyed. I swear my face felt like it was on fire and steam was about to start coming out of my ears. “Don’t worry baby, no one can hear us.” Thankfully, she was right. We weren’t near the bakery doors, so no one heard what she said. Speaking of which, the bakery was getting more crowded by the minute, so I tugged at Nat’s arm and nodded over. “I know baby, we’ll go get a seat in a minute. First I need my kiss, okay baby?” “Kay!” I said, grinning, getting closer to her until I could smell her once again… and planted a kiss on those soft, kissable lips of hers… Totally not melting into a little sapphic puddle here or anything… “Right, let’s go babygirl, before all the tables are gone.” Lunch was so nice! The little pastries she got us were to die for! I can see why this place is so popular, and why so many people sit in. She even got me a little cupcake to take home with me and eat later (her exact words were ‘a cute little cupcake for my cute little cupcake’... which made me blush in front of the girl at the counter). And despite the number of people around us, I wasn’t too anxious. Normally that amount of people would have me running away before even stepping foot in the place, giving up on obtaining these sweet, delicious treats… but with Natasha here… in control… doing all the speaking for me… it was nice. I could handle this many people. Because she was here. If anything happened, she’d do all the talking for me. And I knew that if this got too much for me, she’d instantly whisk me away to somewhere quieter to let me calm down and de-stress. Because she’s protective like that. And confident. And gorgeous. And tall… did I mention she’s tall? She’s like six foot… which makes me feel tiny in comparison. Like a tiny baby waddling alongside her Mummy. And waddle I did. Because as we were leaving the bakery, because she had made sure that I drank plenty that morning… and because she’s an evil temptress… …My pullup was soaked. “You’re such a good girl for me…” she whispered down to me as she escorted me down the street, my hand in hers, enjoying this relaxing afternoon romantic walk. “Why?” “Because you’re already soaked.” “HOW DO YOU-?” I blurted out, then realised how loud I was and what I was about to yell at her. So I lowered my voice and whispered back up to her. “How do you know? Are you psychic? Did you slip diuretics in my drink? Yes. I know about diuretics. I know a lot about all the fantasies and fun things this kink involves. Look, I ended up diving head first into this, and I ended up reading a lot of stories (and I can’t emphasise enough just how many stories). I… have gained a few new kinks and a lot of fun fantasies because of all the kinky fiction I read online to do with this fetish. But hey… that just helps me tell Natasha what kind of things I like. And she likes it when I tell her what I like… mostly because it makes me extremely blushy. “Mummies just know these things. Don’t worry, how about we walk back to your apartment, get you changed, then maybe we’ll snuggle for the rest of the afternoon? I even picked up some more of those pastries you seemed to like so much…” “Wait… how?” I looked around to the other side of her to see her carrying a plastic bag full of boxes. How did I not notice them earlier? When did she buy them? Is she really magic? Or a ninja? Or maybe I’m just an oblivious little shit who got way too distracted at soaking my pullup to notice her getting up during our lunch to get more stuff for later. “Did you get more eclairs too?” I asked. “What kind of Mummy do you think I am? I didn’t forget that face you pulled when you were eating them earlier…” “There was no face!” I replied, pouting… probably looking like a little kid in the middle of the high street. “Sure, Princess. Now let's go get that soggy pullup changed into a nice thick nappy, and we’ll have a cosy afternoon at your apartment before we go to dinner later.” “Sounds good, Mama. Do I get to pick?” “Sure thing. Unless it’s that fantasy movie we watched last time. I’m vetoing that.” “Awww but why?” “Because baby, it’s boring. I got bored during the first movie. Maybe next time I’ve had a few drinks I’ll let you show me the second. For now, let Mummy pick what we watch.” Feeling a little disheartened, but not wanting to ruin the moment, I let out the tiniest sigh, and took a deep breath, before gripping her hand firmly and waddling as fast as I could to keep up with her. ====================================================== Don't forget I'm on Subscribestar! 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Moon3ye Posted November 30, 2025 Posted November 30, 2025 Okay, so Chloe is still in the story and has a new mommy. I'm really excited to see how it all turns out.
T the Switch Posted November 30, 2025 Posted November 30, 2025 Kinda sad Chloe moved on so quickly. I mean she still seems to have feelings about Sam and thinks about her even though she keeps telling herself different. And I get tbe feeling she isn't completely happy with Nat but still.. makes me feel worse for Sam. I guess Chloe was so enthralled she didn't even notice Sam was there. I only hope neither of them get hurt too bad by their current choices.. 1
Guilend Posted November 30, 2025 Posted November 30, 2025 😢 we all hate Natasha right? I feel like we should at least very much dislike her. Sometimes me just grab Chloe and hogtie her and drop her off at a certain bookstore. Also I have a feeling Natasha is not living with a roommate and it’s actually her wife or girlfriend. It doesn’t sound like Chloe has actually met Ronnie. I don’t know, I just feel like something is fishy.
LittleFallenPrincess Posted December 3, 2025 Author Posted December 3, 2025 Chapter 28: Cassandra Bound – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- Samantha “Where do you keep the sugar these days?” she shouted from the kitchen, making sure that I could hear her from the bedroom, because there was no way she’d run all the way here and back again. “Bottom shelf!” I cried back, refusing to get up to help her. My body was ready to get up and get dressed and was desperately crying out for coffee… but my mind prevented me from even sliding my leg out from under the duvet. So instead of helping her prepare coffee that is actually drinkable and not mostly sugar… I opted to stay splayed out on the bed, in just my underwear, staring at the ceiling and hoping that a portal to the void would open above me and suck me up. “I still can’t see it!” How does this girl cope without adult assistance? Groaning at the upcoming pain I was about to experience, I took a deep breath and rolled over, off the side of the bed, landing on the bedroom floor with a crash. And that’s when the hangover hit me. Why is it that I feel fine when I initially wake up after a night of drinking… until I get up out of bed? I don’t feel hungover or anything but as soon as my head leaves my pillow… bam! Instant hangover. But I really needed some coffee that didn’t have umpteen-spoons of sugar in it like she usually takes it. Honestly at this point she may as well just eat the sugar without the coffee. Though to be fair, she does that too. For every two spoonfuls she dumps in her cup, she takes a pinch in her fingers and licks it off them. I tried so many times to break this habit of hers. Mostly because it’s not good for her. But also partially because she’d often make my coffee like she does hers and I just can’t stomach that much sugar in general, let alone first thing in the morning. After fighting through the hangover and somehow getting to my feet, I grabbed one of my silk dressing gowns and slipped it on, as it was way too warm for my thick snuggly ones. Walking barefoot through the apartment, I made my way to the kitchen. “Morning, sleepybutt,” she said to me as she turned around to look at me, with an excited look on her face. “Don’t call me that,” I groaned. “Sorry Mama.” “Or that.” “Awwww but why? You liked it last night… You know… When I was riding your…” I… couldn’t be arsed fighting this in this state, so I just kept my mouth shut and shuffled over to the pint-sized hummingbird, ignoring the cup she had prepared for me, as I could already see it had way too much sugar in it to be legally called coffee once she’s finished making it… (side note, I knew she had found the sugar during my trip towards the kitchen, as she hadn’t asked me thirteen times where it is like she usually does when she’s looking for something) and instead I grabbed my own cup and placed it on the counter, preparing it for myself perfectly, the way I always do. She looked offended. Even when she looks offended I must admit… She's adorable. With her lilac shoulder length hair, her many ear piercings, her overall… mess of an appearance. She’d often say she’s ‘grunge’, but I know grunge and that’s not her… She's just a bit of a slob, always expecting ‘Mama’ to dress her and keep her clean. “Why do you always do this?” she asked, looking up at me, pouting with that adorable little face of hers. Fuck. I forgot how adorable this little shit is. “Because, poppet… Mummies don’t run on sugar like you do. We need this magical thing called coffee.” “But…” The kettle finished boiling, so I reached over and grabbed it first, pouring the boiling water into my cup, then hers, before she could do it herself… and before she could whine about it. “Let me, sweetie. You’re much too little…” That always works on her. You could see her melting back down to her childish headspace in real time as she twiddled her little thumbs and shuffled on the spot. This will disable any outbursts or brattiness for about… twenty minutes, give or take. “I’m guessing you need a change too, sweetie?” I continued, adding more to the timer of the no-bratting phase. “How do you always know?” she whined. “Because… you’re not wearing any pants or anything, with your nappy on full display… one that I didn’t put you in last night, by the way… and the print on the front is very clearly faded, indicating you’re soggy…” “I… I thought you’d appreciate me wearing one, Mama…” Too tired to correct her, I grabbed the milk she had left out on the counter and poured it into our cups, letting her stir her own cup whilst I stirred mine. “If you wanted me to put you in a nappy last night, all you had to do was ask…” “Where’s the fun in that?” she replied. “Plus you’re the Mama, you’re supposed to keep me padded.” “Sweetie, I’m not your… ah who am I kidding… you’re already not listening and I’m standing in my kitchen, talking to myself like a fucking moron, as you’re already on the sofa flicking through cartoons, not listening to a word I’m saying. I could say whatever I want and you’re too engrossed in other things and I don’t know why I bother…” Knowing it was fruitless, I took a sip of my correctly made coffee, and walked over to the sofa, setting my cup down on the coffee table and sitting next to Cassie. She instantly snuggled up to me and I couldn’t tell if I actually wanted this… or I was just lonely and miserable and would even take her cuddles at a time like this. Normally this would be the point where me, or anyone else, would say ‘well don’t use her, don’t take it out on her because your other ex, the girl you still adore to pieces, is now in a relationship with another woman’. But Cassie knows this. Well, she probably doesn’t know I’m using her as a rebound, but she knows I’m miserable. The thing is… she doesn’t care why I called her. All she cares about is that I did (stupidly) call her, when I wasn’t in the right headspace, and she would take any excuse to come crawling back into my life. And because I’m a fucking idiot, like Becks correctly called out, I let her. I know this is a mistake. But at this point I just don’t care. I need affection. I need to feel needed. Wanted. Loved. And Cassie never fails to give me that. She’s amazing at lovebombing me. It’s everything else about her that caused us to break up. But maybe this is what I deserve. Maybe I’m not good enough for Chloe. “So… how’s your ‘future catastrophe’ this morning?” Becks said as I came down the stairs to join my friends, who were already hard at work doing the finishing touches on our new venture. Two of them were busy at their actual jobs today, so there were less of us than there have been recently. I must admit… It looked amazing. Perfect. Like my two biggest dreams put together. Three if you include me wanting to do something with Becks. I already had my cosy little bookshop, though clearly I wasn’t good at running that by myself… but ever since I was a kid I always wanted to run a little coffee shop or little cafe that served little cakes and it was relaxed and chill and I’d make it a safe space for all the little anxious introverts out there to come hang out by themselves and not talk to each other… Now, thanks to my bestie, I had both dreams combined into one. And it was perfect. The front half of the shop stayed very much the same. The large assortment of old books, the shelves that reached the ceiling full of books, that surrounded you and made you feel safe… that was all still there. But gone was the clutter in the aisles, gone was the unorganised mess of books on each shelf. The helpers had gone through and organised all of them. So it still looked less clinical than the well known high street book stores, but people would actually be able to browse the right sections this time, and find books they actually wanted. We even got a new computer system that allowed us to track stock, which Becks promised she’d teach me how to use sometime just before we open up to the public. Which is infinitely better than my old system of ‘write things down on yellow sticky notes and stick them to the till or the desk’. So we have the aesthetics of a musty old bookshop, the thing people like about stores like mine… but with the ease of access of a new modern bookshop. And the rear half… back where my desk used to be… wow… how much that has changed! All the books and the shelves were taken down, and the whole space got completely transformed. And I mean completely! The carpet was ripped up, which revealed a lovely old wooden floor that just needed a bit of love and polish to get looking perfect. Walls painted, windows cleared up so light could actually pierce through, we even got some cute curtains put up! And then the counter and the kitchen… oh wow… everything had been changed so much I couldn’t believe how amazing this was. I just hope my Dad likes what I’ve done to his old shop. He’s coming just before we open up to have a look, once all the work has been done and we have ordered all the things we need to stock the tea shop/cafe. And… I hope my Mum would’ve liked what I’ve done to it, despite everything that happened. It’s going to look so perfect though, and I’m so excited. Or at least I was, until I saw Chloe yesterday, then the spark of motivation was gone in a flash. Still… I could feel the remnants of hope within me still as I looked around the mostly finished space, admiring all the work everyone had done. Then… I looked at the face on my best friend and knew I had fucked up. “She’s fine,” I replied, trying not to make a big deal out of it. “Fine. Fine? Fine.” “Yes. Fine.” “Fine.” “Go on…” I sighed, giving up the fight as I had no energy to keep this going. “What?” Becks replied, her arms folded, her resting bitch face staring me down. “Go on… berate me. Yell at me. Scold me.” “You’re not my sub. You’re not even a sub, you’re a domme. So why are you acting more childish and irresponsible than the littles you tease?” “Look, you wouldn’t understand-” Becks cut me off before I could continue my sentence. “No, I do understand. You were hurt. You were looking for a rebound. I’ve done it, Craig has done it, heck… most people do it. But why did it have to be her? Do you not remember what she did to you?” “I remember.” “Do you remember the aftermath? How much I was there for you after the dust settled? How long it took you to get back on your feet and to open up again?” “I remember, Becks.” “Then WHY OH WHY IS SHE-” That’s when we heard Cassie walking down the stairs, her light feet making a rather loud noise as she stomped her way down the apartment stairs to join us in the shop. She landed on the final step with a thud, before shuffling over to me, wrapping her arms around one of mine, and grinning at my best friend. “Why am I here? Because, Rebecca… She can’t live without me.” ====================================================== Don't forget I'm on Subscribestar! Subscribers get 2 weeks early access to chapters, and exclusive short stories (Nessa's Tale is currently the only available one). The next four chapters of my stories are posted on my Subscribestar! ======================================================== I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading them! 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Guilend Posted December 3, 2025 Posted December 3, 2025 I wasn’t going to say this. I thought it in the last chapter with Sam, but I decided to give her the benefit of the doubt. She might not a be a sub, but damn someone needs to paddle some sense into her. Like her butt needs to have some bruises. Now, I have no idea what she could do to get back with Chloe without it being creepy and/or borderline illegal. But this is not anywhere in the ball park of a healthy way to heal.
LittleFallenPrincess Posted December 7, 2025 Author Posted December 7, 2025 Chapter 29: Food Bound – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- Chloe Stumbling to the bathroom, I clutched the edge of my sink to balance myself so that I didn’t fall headfirst into the bath. Maybe I shouldn’t have been drinking last night, but Nat suggested we do so we can ‘watch that god awful fantasy movie of mine’. And maybe, to get my mind off the fact my girlfriend hated one of my favourite things… I may have drank a little too much and fell asleep in her arms on the sofa. I had awoken with a splitting headache and a sicky feeling… but I also found myself in the arms of this beautiful woman in my bed. Though apparently I had been drooling, something she had commented on when I woke up and moved around a bit… making me instantly blush and roll off the bed as quickly as possible to hide my embarrassment. “Come back to bed, babygirl.” Nat was clearly the better drinker of the two of us, as when I saw her sit up in bed, she did so without clutching her head or groaning or anything. If anything, she sounded like she was feeling fresh and awake already… and I swear she drank more than me! Whereas I needed something fatty sandwiched between two pieces of bread of any variety. Ideally bacon. With lots of ketchup. And maybe some paracetamol. And a good few hours to recover. What I’m saying is I’m hungry, and I’m still a lightweight when it comes to drinking. It had been a couple of weeks since our lovely bakery date, and since then we hadn’t had a date outside of either of our apartments since. So I’ve been dropping hints for the past week or so, though I have to admit, I’m not very good at being subtle, so I’m pretty sure it wouldn’t have been much of a step up to just blurt out ‘PLEASE ASK ME OUT ON A DATE SOMEWHERE!’ to her. Because at this point, I had practically been begging her that all week. “Sweetie…” Nat whispered in my ear from behind, in her most mind-meltingly seductive voice, wrapping her strong arms around me, making me feel even smaller somehow. “Y… yeah?” “Manners…” she growled. “Y… Yes… Mama?” “That’s better, good girl. Now sweetie? How would you feel about going for a nice romantic meal on Thursday evening?” “Thursday? Wouldn’t it be better Friday?” “I can’t do Friday, sweetpea.” “Oh. Okay. Just… I’m working Friday so it means I can’t really drink or anything Thursday night.” “That’s okay, we don’t need alcohol for a nice date out. Plus if you drink too much you may flood the nappy you’ll be wearing…” “Wait, what? You want me to wear a nappy for the date?” “Of course, precious girl. You know how they drive me wild…” “Okay Mama…” I replied, blushing, trying my best to avoid her staring at me in the mirror from behind my back, grinning. “Good girl.” “What are you doing on Friday?” I asked. “I was hoping to maybe have a snuggly evening planned after a busy week at work.” “I promised my friends I’d meet with them, as it’s been a while since we last hung out.” “Can’t I meet them?” “Not yet, Baby. I want you all to myself for a little while longer…” My mind melted as she growled that into my ear, and my whole body felt like it was quivering with pleasure. ------------------------------------------------------------------ Nearly a week later, I was all dressed up for our date… and I couldn’t stop worrying about the thick padding I had on under my gorgeous black sequin dress. I know from all angles it isn’t visible, though with it on I feel like everyone can tell just by looking at me… Pullups are one thing, they’re mostly discreet, however a cute, thick nappy with a babyish print is another thing. And that’s not even including my worries about my dress blowing up in the wind and revealing my padding to every passerby… or the restaurant going quiet as I walk through… crinkling… Thankfully, I had Nat to belay all my fears and worries. She was pretty good at that, I must admit. She was always so sweet and kind, and she kept reminding me that no one will be able to tell I’m ‘just a big baby’… …And now I can’t believe I’m even calling myself a big baby. Oh how things have developed in such a short amount of time. Especially given the fact I have no hesitation when using them anymore… When I first started wearing them, it was incredibly difficult to pee in them. Sometimes I’d have to go sit on the toilet wearing one, and hope that my body recognises it so I could let go. Sometimes that could take ages, with me just sitting on the toilet, fully padded, trying to concentrate just to have a piss. But after wearing so much since my time with Sam… I’m pretty much a pro at it now. Though I still can’t pee laying down (Nat does like to make me blush by stating ‘yet’ whenever I try to tell her I can’t do it laying down), I can go whilst walking now. And no, I haven’t done the… other thing… (though again, that’s just another ‘yet’ to Natasha). Honestly though? Not sure I’ll ever be okay doing that in my nap… na… my padding. She says I’ll enjoy it more than I think, but I’m still not sure. She’s been pretty insistent about it, so I doubt it’ll be much longer until I’m filling the back of my padding. She just has this effect on me. I can’t help but do as she asks… I don’t want to let her down. She was so good to me, so helpful, especially when Sam and I broke up. Or more accurately, I broke up with Sam. So the least I can do is be a good little girl for Nat. And hey, she doesn’t cross any lines with me. She knows my boundaries. She just pushes them a little bit. But yes, here we were, sitting at this little romantic table in this very romantic (and very pricey) restaurant. And I couldn’t feel any more out of place. Good job Nat was here taking charge, ordering for me, asking about wine, all that adulty stuff. I’m not exactly well versed in wine or fancy restaurants. I’m very much a ‘grab a burger and chips and the cheapest bottle of rosé because white and red are too strong for me’ kinda gal. I’m normally one to be taken to a pub or a cute little Italian restaurant, not this posh place where I felt like they could just sense the lack of wealth or status on me… Let's just say I am feeling a little uncomfortable right now… and none of it is being caused by the thick padding under my dress. If anything, I had completely forgotten about the nappy because I was feeling too anxious about everything else to worry about my padding. “You okay, babygirl?” Nat asked, as she sipped her bottle of a French white wine she ordered for the both of us that I couldn’t even begin to pronounce. I looked at my glass and felt bad because I had taken one sip and hated it. But of course I didn’t want to tell her that, she’s paying for it all, after all. Plus I can’t drink too much anyway because I have work tomorrow, and I’ve not been at this new job very long and it would look bad on me if I turned up with a hangover, so one glass is enough for tonight. Again, if Nat was available tomorrow, then I’d have drank more despite the bad taste, but tonight I had to be a good girl. “Yeah…” I replied, trying my best to not sound disheartened or anxious, but feeling like there was no force in the world that could prevent me from doing that right now. “What’s up?” Just as I was about to answer, our starter turned up… and it was… definitely something. “Oh that looks delicious!” Natasha said, as she looked over at my food, which she had ordered for me. Problem is… pretty sure I don’t like half the stuff in it. I’m a picky eater, what can I say… I thanked the waiter and he walked off, leaving us with our food. Picking up my knife and fork, looking at some tiny-portioned fancy meal thing that had meat in it… Yes, that’s all I could pick out. It had a bunch of other various colours or textures and I couldn’t tell what most of it looked like or what it contained. It didn’t even look edible. Don’t get me wrong, I appreciated how amazing it looked. It was extremely pretty. But I hadn’t eaten since lunchtime at work… and I was starving. And this was not going to sate my appetite. “Well go on then…” Nat said, trying to motivate me to try it at least. So try it I did. Where’s my award? I deserve a damn golden trophy for acting. Not once did I break character and make it obvious how much I despised that food. But I managed it. I ate it all, like the good girl I am. Even Nat said I was a good girl too! And that I deserved a dessert for eating all my veggies. As a side note… THERE WERE VEGGIES IN THAT? HOW CAN ANYONE TELL? It was just a purple blob and some green mush and… I wouldn’t even feed a dog that! Yes, I have a very simple palate. Gimme some chips. A burger. Bacon sarnies. A roast dinner. A simple pasta meal. Pizza even! Not this garbage. But hey, I earned a dessert… …A dessert that ended up being just as pretentious as the main course. So by the time we were leaving the restaurant, her arm wrapped around my shoulder, escorting me out, I could feel my tummy rumbling, crying out for sustenance, wanting something that didn’t taste like crap. But I put on this fake smile for her. Because I didn’t want to upset her. She watched the fantasy movies with me, despite not liking them. I go to places like this, despite not liking them. Relationships are about compromises, right? Right? As soon as she kissed me goodnight and helped me into the taxi, I waved back at her and smiled. “Where to, love?” the cab driver asked with a gruff voice, sounding like a stereotypical taxi driver. So I replied with the address to my apartment. …Then quickly changed my mind. “Actually, can you drop me off outside the kebab shop near there, please?” Thankfully, the driver was clearly very understanding, asking me about the restaurant he had just picked me up from, and it appeared like he also had a simple palate like me and preferred a good steak and chips compared to the fancy stuff they serve at places like that, so he understood fully when I said I really needed a burger or a doner kebab or something. Just something filling and simple and tasty. Nat has been trying to get me to eat a bit more healthily. And I’ve been doing well! But I’ve been working all day, and then I had to sit through that date barely eating anything… I know I don’t look it with my petite physique, but this girl needs to eat a lot each day just to have the energy to do anything. Guess it’s a good metabolism or something, but I know I definitely need more food than what I’ve had today, so as I crashed into my apartment, kebab in hand, I practically threw it on the sofa as I shut the door behind me, hastily walked over to the fridge to get a fizzy drink to go with it, and rushed back over to my kebab, where I devoured it like a ravenous animal. She would’ve been so disappointed with me… but hey, what she doesn’t know can’t hurt her, right? Plus it’s my money. My body. One kebab won’t hurt me much. And I need to offset the enormous amount of healthy green nonsense (aka veggies… eww! Also… yes, I see how that makes me look even more like a toddler…) with something actually good. And by the time I finished? I regretted not putting on one of the pink bibs Nat bought me… as my mouth and top were covered in chilli sauce. Maybe next time… ====================================================== Don't forget I'm on Subscribestar! 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Moon3ye Posted December 7, 2025 Posted December 7, 2025 Somehow, I got a really strange feeling about Nat in this chapter, but I can't quite put my finger on it yet. It feels like the girlfriend from the story about the floating cities and the robot nanny. The girlfriend who wanted to sell our protagonists to rich weirdos. You say that this is a story where reality plays a bigger role, so I don't think it's anything that bad, but somehow I sense that something is wrong with Nat.
T the Switch Posted December 7, 2025 Posted December 7, 2025 I get this is a story more rooted in reality and I get the feeling both sides of the main pairing are dealing with very real and toxic relationships. I do wonder if this is being set up for a not quite happy ending but man I can't wait for the moment where Becks gets these two to talk to eachother. Or if not Becks, the other lady at the munch. I really want Sam to figure out how to win Chloe back 1
LittleFallenPrincess Posted December 10, 2025 Author Posted December 10, 2025 Chapter 30: Grand Opening Bound – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- Samantha My Dad carried some of the baked treats to the counter to be displayed for our grand opening, wearing his signature slacks and polo shirt that he wore all the time since retiring. He didn’t even look that old, his greying hair made him look more refined but he definitely didn’t look old, despite being of pension age. “Nervous?” he asked. Nervous? Me? Never. Nope. Not at all. Totally not worrying that this is going to blow up in our faces like everything I do, leading me to lose my family’s bookshop, my Mum’s pride and joy, and my home… nope. Not worried at all. “I’m fine, Dad,” I replied, knowing full well he can tell when I’m lying. “You sure? You look like you did when you forgot your big project for school.” “Oh my god, you have to tell me that story!” Cassie said, as she sat back in one of the chairs at one of the tables in the cafe area, with her feet up on another of the chairs. Becks and I were wearing comfortable but smart casual clothes, her opting for a white blouse with rolled up sleeves and her smartest black pants, and me opting for a jeans and long sleeve tee. But Cassie… Cassie didn’t want to play the part and help us look nicer for the opening, so she looked like how she did back in high school, with baggy jeans and an open shirt that was massively oversized, but the sluttiest, strappy top under it. Cassie was helping in her own way… by ‘staying out of the way’ as Becks put it. If she doesn’t try to help, she can’t fuck things up… like she usually does. So whilst Dad is helping bring in all the food to display, Becks is busy arranging everything he brings her, and I’m checking all the prices are entered correctly on our system. Dad was surprisingly friendly with Cassie, he was happy going on and on about the school project story to her. They got on really well actually, with Cassie often saying she’s going to steal my Dad because ‘he’s so amazing’. The complete opposite of Cassie and Becks. Those two can’t stand each other, and for good reason. Becks was the one who comforted me and prevented me from going to a really bad place after Cassie fucked everything up the last time we were together. Dad… he doesn’t know the details of how we broke up, only that we did. Only that I ended it. He doesn’t know what Cassie did to cause me to end it. Becks does, and that’s why she hates her. I don’t blame her for doing so. Up until my recent lapse in judgment, I too, hated Cassie. But then I felt lonely and pathetic and I stupidly called the girl and she came around instantly and I felt better and we got back together… and I’m a fucking idiot for doing all that. But at least I’m a fucking idiot who isn’t laying on the sofa all day, giving up on life. I just… I just have to be more careful with Cassie this time around. It was whilst Cassie and Dad were chatting away to each other that a pair of arms wrapped themselves around my shoulders from behind, with the owner of said arms pressing themselves against my back, leaning on me, nuzzling their face into my neck. “Don’t let her fuck things up again. I’m not picking up the pieces a second time. It will be your own fault when this implodes.” “Thanks for the vote of confidence, Becks…” I replied quietly, sighing. “Seriously. You know what she’s like. How controlling she is. How bratty she can be. How flakey and irresponsible she is. And what she did.” “I know, Becks. But this time I’m not expecting much from this. It’s just a temporary rebound. I just needed to feel… wanted.” “Have you told her that it’s only temporary?” “Don’t need to. Look at her. She’ll use me for a few months, just like last time, then probably find someone else and cheat on me. Again. But this time I’m ready for it.” “If you say so…” “Why do you not believe me?” “Because the last time she did that, you ended up staying with the girl, in some sort of open relationship.” “Yes… and…” “And you weren’t allowed to see anyone else. But she was. She had you wrapped around her little finger, Sam. And I don’t think you’re completely immune to her charms, despite everything that happened…” Becks wasn’t wrong. I’m a fucking idiot when it comes to love. I jump in head first without thinking things through because that’s all I wanted in life. I wanted what my Mum and Dad had when I was born. I want a soulmate. I want a partner for life. And Cassandra is amazing at making me feel head over heels for her… then abusing that for her own gain. I just had to be more careful this time… right? I can use her the same way she uses me… No. Just… I don’t want to be like her. But I can go through this knowing full well she’s going to get bored of me again, and end up sleeping with some other person. But I can still enjoy my time with her, can’t I? Both her and I know full well this isn’t a forever thing. But I can still enjoy the benefits without stooping to her level and using her. Right? Ugh, why do I feel bad about all this? She doesn’t want a forever thing, she wants excitement, she wants new things… So why do I feel so bad about everything? As soon as the sun began to shine in the shop, after it had finally risen to a point where it pierced over the buildings on the opposite side of the street… a familiar face popped their head in to see how the grand opening was going. “Meow!” “KITTY!” Cassie replied, scooping up Smudge and carrying him off to the back of the shop to cuddle him. Okay… so there is another person happy to see Cassie. Smudge loves that girl, as she gives him so much attention… which actually worked well for us all, as it would keep both of them out of the way as we open up in about ten minutes or so. “Ready, love?” Dad asked, as he walked to the front door, where I was standing, nervously, with my arms crossed and my leg shaking up and down. I was not ready. I was fucking terrified. “I hope so.” “Your Mum would’ve loved what you’ve done to this place. She’d be so proud of you.” That… made me almost cry and ruin my makeup that I worked so hard on to make perfect just for today. Though a little part of me wondered if Mum would’ve actually been proud of me… because I was the one who fucked everything up in the first place. This needs to go well. I need this place to do well. I don’t want to lose this place. I know I fucked up. I fucked up everything. But I’m ready to do anything to save it now. I just hope it’s not too late. Mrs Higgins was the first in line… and surprisingly, there was a line! Quite a line actually! My usual customers showed their faces for the grand opening, as well as a bunch of others! And as soon as we put smiles on our faces and opened the doors, the people shuffled in one by one, until they occupied all the aisles and the cafe area. It seems a lot of people wanted to see the little cafe more than they wanted the books, but upon seeing all the sweet treats, and the various drinks on offer, they decided that a new book would be perfect to sit and read whilst sipping on their drinks. Becks was on the money when she said this is what people would want, and I felt so happy… so proud… that people actually wanted to visit. “See, grumpypants…” “What?” I asked my best friend as I watched all the customers walk around and enjoy the new shop. “Some marketing, a fresh coat of paint, and some yummy treats and this place will be profitable in no time!” “Thank you.” “Pfff, shush. You know I’ve always wanted to own my own place rather than work for someone. And what’s better than owning it with my best friend?” “Seriously. Thank you. You’ve saved everything. I don’t know how I can ever repay you.” “Don’t let that little brat ruin you again, that’s how. Because if she does that and you end up a catatonic mess on your sofa again… I’m not picking up the slack. Actual injuries and sicknesses and stuff I’m happy to make up for when it comes to running this place, but if you get your heart broken by that girl, I’m not letting you pull this business down with it like you nearly did with it before I stepped in.” “That’s… fair. I promise I won’t get that bad.” “We’ll see…” As Becks turned away with her eyebrow raised, Cassie came running up to me. “MAMAMAMAMAMAMA!” “What is it, sweetie?” “Can I have this book?” she asked, shoving a cute kids book in my face. So close to my face that I couldn’t actually see what book it was. “Do you have some spare pocket money?” “But you own this place…” “And Becks would kill me if I started handing out freebies within the first hour of opening. Sweetie, they’re not expensive.” “Fiiiiiiiiiine. I didn’t want it anyway…” I was instantly regretting my decision to get back in contact with her. Just gotta remind myself… don’t get too involved with this girl. It’s just a bit of fun, Sam. Nothing serious. She’ll be fun for a few weeks, then she’ll get bored and leave. A month or two at most. ---------------------------------------- “Are you sure? I mean… it’s the grand opening, surely sales would be inflated on a day like today. What makes you think they won’t just slump back to pre-renovation rates?” I asked, as I relaxed back in my chair in the cafe, where we were all sitting after a busy day of running the shop. Now that it was closed and the business day was done, and after Dad had gone home and Craig had popped in after finishing at his new job, we opened a bottle of bubbly to celebrate the success of the first day. And that’s when Becks told me that we are on track to paying off all debts and everything and having a successful business within a year. Obviously, I had my doubts, as I fully expect it to go back to how it was, that today was just a one off because it’s a new thing opening up on the high street. “I’m sure. Sam, I know how to run a business. I also did some market research before this, and whilst you and your paramour flirted all day and sold a few books… I was busy asking our customers a bunch of questions, gauging their interest in returning in the future. And they all said it was perfect. The right blend of cute cafe or tea shop, mixed with the cute, quaint local bookshop that was much better than a large chain. And the ones who were already your customers? They all commented on how much better it is now that they can actually find the things they want…” Okay… so all of them were jabs at me. Great. Even down to calling Cassie my ‘paramour’. Which isn’t true. I moved on from Chloe. It’s over between us. We aren’t meant to be, clearly. And the feelings I have for her have nearly all gone. “Fine,” I replied sharply, maybe coming off a bit more pissed off than I had meant to. No. Chloe was old news now. She’s my past. Cassie may not be forever, but she is for now, despite all her many… many… flaws. Then Craig just had to open his damn mouth… “Oh I saw Chloe today! She was asking about you, asking how the shop was coming along.” I love Craig, he’s such a loyal friend and amazing guy, but his one flaw is that he always says the wrong thing at the wrong time. Never out of malice, I’ll grant him that, but he loves to put his foot in his mouth. And considering who we are… I’m not talking about that in a kinky sense. This time, anyway. But as soon as he said her name… Cassie turned to look at me. With quite the look on her face. “Who’s Chloe?” ====================================================== Don't forget I'm on Subscribestar! Subscribers get 2 weeks early access to chapters, and exclusive short stories (Nessa's Tale is currently the only available one). The next four chapters of my stories are posted on my Subscribestar! ======================================================== I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! 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Guilend Posted December 10, 2025 Posted December 10, 2025 I’m not crying, you are. 😢 Sam needs a kick in the butt. Her gf needs to kick rocks, I’ll throw her ass out personally and literally.
Moon3ye Posted December 11, 2025 Posted December 11, 2025 Normally, I threaten you with a hole and cement. But as a compromise, can we put Cassi in a hole and cover her with cement? I don't like you. 2
LittleFallenPrincess Posted December 14, 2025 Author Posted December 14, 2025 Chapter 31: Friends Bound – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- Chloe I had heard about Bound’s new ‘grand re-opening’. And I so desperately wanted to go. To wish her luck. To get something, maybe try that little cafe they’ve apparently built up to be a little tea cafe thing. …And to see her. Because god do I miss her lately. Don’t get me wrong, I adore Nat to bits. She’s so lovely and supportive and sweet and… umm… yeah… maybe on paper she’s perfect. Or maybe it’s me worrying about minor things too much. Maybe it’s just me being too picky, asking too much. They do say opposites attract, after all. But no, I can’t go to this event at Bound. I’d probably fuck things up by going. May even make Sam backslide a bit. Because Craig has been updating me on how she is and how the work on the shop was going… without going into so much detail that it would be creepy and slightly stalkerish. Only that the work was great (he wouldn’t shut up about how amazing the shop looks now), and that Sam was feeling better (though he wouldn’t go into details with her, only that she’s better now). Plus I don’t think Nat would be happy I’m spending time with my ex if I went. So instead, I’m spending my nice autumn evening snuggled up with my favourite sheep stuffie, watching the first of the trilogy I started all that time ago, wishing that we had the chance to finish it with her at least. Or that Nat would want to watch any of my stuff. But no, she has her things, and I have mine. And there’s the vast canyon of difference between our things. Which is making me doubt everything. But then maybe this is just me doing the same thing I did with Sam but with Nat now, that I’m just coming up with excuses because I’m scared to commit to anything for too long. Heck, I haven’t even told my parents that Sam and I had split up. They still think I’m dating her, though I guess we barely talk these days, as I’ve been busy with this new job and everything. I really should get back in touch and introduce them to Nat. They’d probably love her. But would they have preferred I stayed with Sam? Would they prefer her over Nat for me? Ugh. Chloe. Stop it. You’re worrying about all this stuff that is utter nonsense, and you’re missing one of the best scenes of the movie! No, me and Mrs Tibby are gonna snuggle up on the sofa, stop thinking about all those big thoughts I keep having that are stressing me out and bringing me down, and we’re gonna watch the rest of the movie. Then we’re going to have an early night, because we’re up early for work in the morning… or at least I am, Mrs Tibby just gets to do what stuffies do, probably stay in bed and rest all day. Ugh. How am I jealous of a stuffie now?! ----------------------------------- A week later and I can’t believe it’s only a couple of months until Christmas. That magical time of year where I go see my parents and… tell them I’ve had a different girlfriend for the past few months… Oh boy… that’s going to go well. Actually, what am I doing about Christmas? I was only reminded of it because I’m currently walking down the high street after work and I saw advertisements for it. I swear they begin advertising for Christmas earlier and earlier each year. It used to be mid November they’d start, and everything Christmassy would go up on the first day of December. But it’s October… and they’re already pre-booking for restaurants and advertising decorations and sales for the festive period. And I can see the council have started putting decorations up too, to light up the high street in time for the Christmas period. Aaaaaaand… shit. I was too distracted by all the wonders of Christmas to notice that I was now standing awkwardly… outside of Bound. Fuck. What should I do? I’m making it weirder by just standing here, surely? I just hope to god that Sam or Becks haven’t noticed me just standing here. It’s bad enough that people passing by keep looking at me awkwardly… but… Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. No Chloe. You shouldn’t. You can’t. Nat would be upset. But… No. Think of Nat. FUCK WHEN DID I GET CLOSER TO THE DOOR FOR ME TO PUT MY HAND ON IT? WHAT IS HAPPENING? Fuck. ABORT. ABORT! And as the door closed behind me, a gentle warmth filled the air around my body, making me feel more at ease and comfortable than I was just a moment ago on the slightly chilly high street. And… It was busy, thankfully. I’m glad it’s doing well. Lots of people in the cafe area, lots looking through the shelves full of books… I’m glad to see it hasn’t changed too much, it’s still mostly the old shop. Just… more organised by the looks of it. And it actually has customers! And the cafe in the back looks really good! Should I order something? Is it weird me being here? Then I noticed I had walked half way down the centre aisle, heading towards the cafe. I swear my body is acting independently, trying to get me in trouble… And that’s when I felt a hand on my shoulder. “Hey Chloe.” Turning around to see a familiar face, I didn’t know what to say or do. “Don’t worry, Sam isn’t here, she’s out at the moment, though she should be back in a bit,” Rebecca said, smiling at me. “I don’t know if you want to make yourself scarce by then, or if you actually wanted to see her, but there’s time for a cup of tea and a nice scone if you want, I think we’ve got some left.” “I…” “Still unable to think around beautiful women, eh?” she grinned, followed by a cute giggle. “Don’t worry, I’ll look after you.” She held out her hand and instinctively I took it… I TOOK IT! Why? Why did I take her hand? She escorted me towards the cafe, towards a table that was currently empty, although it still had a bit of mess left by the previous customer, so Becks released her grip on me and quickly went about cleaning it up, indicating for me to sit down. “What would you like?” she asked. I looked at the menu on the wall behind the counter and picked out a nice sounding tea. I don’t really know much about tea, but I’m willing to try anything once, so once Becks took my order, she rushed off for a bit, leaving me at the table, alone, as I tried to return my heart rate to something not worryingly high. And after a bit of a wait, in which my nerves hadn’t calmed but my heart rate had lowered (very slightly), Becks returned… with two scones and two cups of tea. “I thought I’d join you, if you don’t mind?” “Of course, it’s no problem…” I replied, awkwardly. “Thanks, cutie. Now… How are you doing? Been a while…” “I… umm… sorry…” “Out with the ‘sorry’s already? Sweetie, it’s okay, I won’t bite. Even after what you did to my best friend’s heart.” Okay… that was… that wasn’t uncalled for. I deserved that. Fuck. It was a mistake coming here. “I’m… ok…” “Got a new job, I hear?” Craig must have updated them on how I’m doing, just like he was updating me on how Sam was doing… “Yeah. It’s okay. Just admin for an accountancy firm. Nothing special.” “Sounds… dull!” Becks replied, laughing. “Yeah, it is. I see you renovated Bound…” “Yup! It was a lot of hard work, but it’s paid off. We’re doing alright, lots of business. People love our sweet treats, speaking of which, go ahead… try it!” I eyed the scone on my plate, the one with butter on it and a little plastic pot of jam beside. Honestly, I know I have a bit of a sweet tooth, but I love just plain scones. Well not plain plain, they need butter at least, otherwise they’re dry as a desert, but most of the time I opt not for jam on mine. And as I hadn’t eaten since lunch… I devoured that scone in mere moments. “Good?” she asked. “Oh my god… amazing! How… that’s even better than that bakery down the road!” “I know, right? We’re hoping through word of mouth and reviews that we’ll draw away some of their business. Because they’re actually made by… me!” “You can bake, as well as domme, as well as run a business?” “I’m a very capable woman. I can handle a lot,” Becks smirked. “I can see that…” I replied, feeling my cheeks burn. “Like I can handle a best friend who got her heart crushed by some silly little girl who ran at the first instance of trouble…” The burning on my cheeks was replaced by a pit of dread in my chest as I realised this wasn’t a friendly catch up, this was more akin to an interrogation. I had hurt her best friend… and she always plays bad cop… “I…” “Save it. I understand why you ran. Sam was being equally irresponsible, and as a domme… she should’ve known better. But what I need to know is why are you here now? I know you and Craig have been talking. I know you’ve been enquiring about Sam. So why return now she’s getting better?” “I… don’t know… I just… I was walking home… and…” Was I here because deep in my selfish heart… I wanted her back? That things weren’t paradise with Nat… and my subconscious had realised that way before my brain did, and had steered me towards Bound, where I would find someone who understood me? Maybe I just wanted to see her beautiful face once again… “Use your words…” Ugh, not now, Becks! That sentence makes me melt, and right now I’m trying to be honest with not only her, but myself, as to why I felt the need to come see my ex of all people, especially considering I’m in a very happy… I mean… considering I’m in a relationship. “I know you found someone. So why come back here? To rub it in Sam’s face? To flaunt your happiness?” “No! I would never do that!” The fact that she would think I would do anything like that means she doesn’t truly know me… or that I really fucked up everything. “Then why are you here?” “Because… I missed her…” “You missed her? Surely your new Mummy wouldn’t approve?” “She…” And then it was like I could see the defensive best friend facade fade away from her face, revealing the empathetic domme I once knew, albeit only for a brief time. “What’s up hun? You wouldn’t be visiting your ex if your current relationship was going well. Come on, tell Auntie Becks all about what’s bothering you…” ‘Auntie Becks’… ugh. She knows how to hit all my buttons, just like Nat does. Like Sam used to. “I…” And so I told her everything. From Nat’s inability to like anything I do, from her ignorance of my favourite colour, to the more serious things like her wanting to know where I am at all times. And everything in between. “Hun, that’s not a relationship you’ve got there,” Becks sighed. “That’s a timebomb just waiting to go off.” “Huh?” “Hun. She’s abusive. Leave her ass. Find someone better.” “She’s not abusive. Just…” “Controlling? Manipulative? Coercive? Hun, you’ve just told me what I see from every newbie wannabe dom that walks into the events. Loves power, loves control, won’t listen to criticism. Can’t do any wrong because they are perfect and they know best because they’re the dominant. You need to run.” “I can’t. She’s not evil, just… she can be a bit… she can… umm.. pressure me a bit… make me feel bad…” “Yes, she’s sensed your anxiety and your submissiveness and is using them to control you. I know I’m not a therapist, but I bet even an actual therapist would be telling you ‘girl, get the hell outta that relationship’.” “I…” Was Nat really that bad? I mean… as I was listing every flaw off, and for the first time all together… Yeah some of it sounded worrying. I guess if it was someone else in the same situation, I’d be telling them to run for the hills too. But then… I don’t want to be alone. I don’t want to upset Nat. I… I already fucked up my relationship with Sam because I was too picky and too fussy about things. I don’t want to be the cause of another breakup just because I can’t handle some silly little issues… “Chloe. Seriously. She’s the type of person I’d end up barring from the event. We don’t like toxicity like that in our circles.” “What’s this about toxicity?” As I turned around to see who was talking… my heart stopped. “Chloe…,” Sam said, standing there behind me, her arms crossed. Looking as gorgeous as ever in her long black coat, tee and jeans, and some gorgeous heels. I had to check I wasn’t drooling. “...Hi…” Fuck. ‘Hi’? Is that the best you can come up with for the woman you loved deeply and whose heart you broke? “What are you doing here?” Sam asked. I… didn’t know what to say to her. She sounded pissed. Thankfully, Becks did know. “She’s in a shitty abusive relationship and she needed Auntie Becks to tell her to break up with the bitch.” And once again, in an instant, Sam’s defensive demeanour dropped in an instant, and she took off her coat, draped it over the back of the spare chair at our table, sitting down next to Becks and me. “Who is she, what has she done, and do you need me to help hide the body too?” I know she was joking… but if looks could kill… she really would need to hide the body. And thankfully, to save me from repeating everything… Becks told her all about Nat and my… issues… with her. “Yeah, sorry Chloe, but I agree with Becks. And this is me being as impartial as possible too…” Okay, considering I broke this woman’s heart and left her a wreck for weeks… she was acting friendly and nice to me, much like how we were when we were first getting to know each other. It was… nice. I… I missed this. “You can’t stay with her. She’s not good for you,” she added. Maybe I took this too far? Maybe I just told them all the bad things but none of the good things about Nat, because there are lots! She’s very thoughtful and caring and loving and… and… “See, even your ex agrees…” Becks replied, making both Sam and I look away from each other awkwardly. Why did she have to bring that up? We were doing so well! “Look, I’ve only heard what Becks has told me,” Sam said. “And she’s only heard what you told her. But from what we’ve heard… both of us can confirm your relationship isn’t healthy.” “Yeah… she doesn’t even like our fave trilogy…” I mumbled. “THAT BITCH!” Sam roared, pounding the table with a closed fist… maybe a little too loudly, alerting the other customers who were just minding their own business, sipping tea and reading books. “Sorry…” “You’re both such nerds,” Becks replied, rolling her eyes at both of us. “Chloe. Despite what happened between us, you know I’ll always care about you. Even if it’s just as friends. So if you need someone to stand up to her, I will.” “I… thanks… I appreciate it. But… I’ll manage. I… I think you’re right though. She’s a bit too controlling. I… I like being controlled. Just… not by her. Not to that extent,” I replied, feeling a bit of a weight being released from my chest. “Good girl!” Sam said, making me feel even more conflicted about everything right now. “I… umm… were you serious about being friends still?” I asked, nervously. “Chloe… always. I’m always serious. Deadly serious. Not a humerus bone in my body…” Becks looked at us, weirdly, as we stared at each other in awkward silence, waiting for the other to laugh. So I explained the joke, making her sigh heavily, push herself and her chair away from the table, and leave, leaving Sam and I alone, laughing together. I missed this. I missed her shitty sense of humour. And once the laughing died down, Sam looked at me and smiled. “Sweetie, even if it’s just friends, I want you in my life,” she said, as she placed her hand on mine, squeezing it softly, making me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. FUCK. I missed her. I missed her so much. Her voice. Her face. Her stupid sense of humour. Her nerdy interests. Her boo- her body. Her smell, her fashion tastes… just… everything about her. And I knew what to do. It was going to suck. It was going to hurt me like hell. But I needed to put my big girl pants on and do it. ====================================================== Yay Chloe! Don't forget I'm on Subscribestar! Subscribers get 2 weeks early access to chapters, and exclusive short stories (Nessa's Tale is currently the only available one). The next four chapters of my stories are posted on my Subscribestar! ======================================================== I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! 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