Bluebird67 Posted January 14 Posted January 14 Yep, happy now! 😜😘🍷💯 But how long will Chloe take to work out what she really want's?
Moon3ye Posted January 14 Posted January 14 1. I am German and a civil servant... we are never satisfied. 2. But yes, I'm happy that she finally broke up with her.
Mihochan Posted January 17 Posted January 17 I love this story, i am happy that Cassie is out of the way.... at least for this moment. I hope Chloe und Sam get together soon and that Chloe can get honest with her little side.
LittleFallenPrincess Posted January 18 Author Posted January 18 Chapter 41: Bottle Bound – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- Chloe I really wished I had pocketed that cake before I awkwardly left, because my tummy was rumbling something fierce. But then it was around dinner time anyway so I really shouldn’t be ruining my appetite with cake in the first place. So maybe it’s a good thing that Cassie and Sam were arguing about me and they broke up and I may have been a large reason for all of it…. Who am I kidding? I’m sitting in my car, in the car park just outside work, the rain pouring down heavily, thundering against the windows of my small little blue hatchback… in tears… wondering if I ruin everything just by existing. Because I know Sam said she didn’t have feelings for me during that rant, that’s not the issue… but even just being her friend is apparently enough to cause her girlfriend to get insanely jealous. But that’s all we are! Friends! I’ve moved on. She’s moved on. No more feelings between us. Just really good, nerdy friends. We don’t even talk that much these days, not since most of my time is spent with Lydia… even Becks and I have been talking more than Sam and I have. So I don’t even see what the problem is. Cassie though… telling Sam to cut me out of her life like that… How can someone do that? How can someone be that much of a bitch? I know we aren’t as close these days, and there used to be a thing between us… but we’re just friends now. And I can’t imagine my life without her. I’m glad Sam stood up for herself, though I still felt like if I had lingered about any longer at the shop, either Cassie would’ve attacked me as soon as she came out of that back room… or I’d just find a way to make it all worse. Like I always do. So I left. Without my cake. I held the keys in my hand, engine off, still sat there in shock, not knowing whether to go home or just sit here a bit longer to process everything. That was until I received a call. It was Becks. “Hey Becks,” I said down the phone, trying my best to sound normal and not upset at all… “You okay hun? I was going to chase after you but it was pouring down with rain and then I realised I had no idea which way you went, so I thought I’d call,” she asked, sounding concerned. Fuck. “Been… better…” I replied, lying through my teeth. “I bet. Look. That wasn’t your fault. I hope you know that?” “I… if I wasn’t friends with Sam…” “Then Cassie would’ve ended up treating Sam like trash and left her an even bigger mess. Trust me. I know from experience. That girl is trouble. And not the fun kind.” “But-” “But nothing,” Becks interrupted me. “Stop blaming yourself for everything. You did nothing wrong. And hey, you’re important to Sam. Important enough for her to stand up to Cassie for the first time ever. You’re special.” “I’m not.” “Sweetie, what have I told you about putting yourself down?” I sighed, before repeating verbatim what she had told me on multiple occasions. “I am not a problem. I didn’t fuck everything up. It’s not my fault. I am a…” I couldn’t do it. “Go on…” she growled down the phone, much like Lydia does with me, pressing all my little subby buttons. “...I am a good girl.” “And?” “And I only bring… pleasure… to everyone…” I’m so glad I was in the privacy of my own car right now, as even without anyone around my cheeks felt like they were on fire. “Good girl. See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” Becks sounded so pleased with herself right now. “Fine. It wasn't my fault. But… is Sam okay?” “She will be. Though she’s started drinking already. Don’t worry, I’ll keep an eye on her. I need to get some food down her soon, so I’ll nip to the place down the road for her usual comfort food.” “Chinese?” I hated that I still remembered that. “Yeah.” “I… could pick something up for you, if you want?” I suggested. “It’s okay hun, I’m a big girl, I can manage it myself. Thank you though!” Then my tummy rumbled. And Chinese food sounded really tempting right now. “No, I’m already out,” I insisted. “Plus it started pouring down with rain as soon as I ran out, so it saves two of us from getting soaked. And I’m starving anyway and need food… so why don’t I get some food for all of us and bring it over? I know what I like and what Sam likes… What about you?” “Okay then, fine, you can pick it up. But don’t get me anything, sweetpea. I’ll be fine. I’m having dinner with Lucy later.” “You sure?” “I’m sure, thank you though Chloe. You’re a sweet girl.” “I’ll be like… twenty minutes?” “Okay hun. See you soon.” I made my way through the lifeless shop, takeaway food in hand, heading towards the stairs at the back. Good thing Becks left the front door unlocked for me when she was shutting up for the day. “Helloooo?” I called up the stairs. “Up here, hun!” Becks called back from the apartment. That’s when I heard a very drunk Sam call out. “WHO DAT?” This made me giggle, but also made me worry a little. I hope she hasn’t gone too hard on the booze. We definitely need to get some food down her to soak it up and sober her up a little. Good thing I got her usual, mine, and then a few little extra things. “It’s me!” I called back to her. “HI ME!” I giggled. I couldn’t help it. “Sam, it’s Chloe. She’s brought you dinner,” Becks explained as I started walking up the stairs. “CHLOE? WHAT? WHY?” “Because we both care about you. And we’re both proud of you.” I reached the top of the stairs and Sam was looking at me from the sofa, makeup running down her cheeks where her tears had fallen. Becks was sat next to her, also looking at me. “Buh… I thought you’d hate me…” “I don’t hate you. You stuck up for yourself. For our friendship. I’m proud of you!” I replied, only half lying. Not that I hate her! I don’t! That wasn’t the half-lie! Promise! I just… okay, maybe I wasn’t lying, but I also wasn’t telling her all my feelings right now, which are heavily conflicted. But I’m putting my own awkward, self-hating feelings on the backburner for now, and focusing on making sure Sam is okay. “Got you fried rice!” I replied, holding up the huge carrier bag of food in my hand. Sam clapped her hands just like a little would… just like… just like I… “So anyway…” I said, diverting my thoughts away from things I’d rather not think about right now. “Becks, can you grab the plates? And is there any alcohol left?” Becks nodded and got up off the sofa, walking over to the kitchen to get us what we needed to eat. “I would’ve saved you some if I’d known you were coming back!” Sam said, holding up the empty bottle like a drunk toddler.” And that’s when I couldn’t help but giggle. “What’s so funny?” Sam asked, her brows furrowing. “You’re such a brat when you’re drunk.” “HEy! I resend that! Resend. Reset. Resent! I resent that!” “I’m sure you do, cutie,” I replied, wondering where all this was coming from. Was I secretly some switch that I didn’t know about? Becks wandered back over with a couple of plates in hand and half a bottle of wine. “This is all that’s left of the wine in the apartment, unless she’s got secret wine stashed somewhere. And here are the plates,” she said, before bending down close to my ear and whispering into it. “And don’t go thinking you’re a big girl just because she’s a little loopy right now.” Okay… that instantly put me back in my place. “I… umm… don’t know what you mean,” I whispered back. “You push this too far and it won’t be me who puts you in your place…” I looked at her, then at Sam. Then I giggled. “You mean… that drunk toddler there?” I nodded towards Sam, who was currently staring off into space, with the biggest grin on her face. “That ‘drunk toddler’ can sober up in seconds when needed, and she’ll have you over her lap, phone in hand, texting your girlfriend, asking her if she has permission to spank you for getting too big for your britches…” Becks growled into my ear. “She wouldn’t! She can’t! She can barely form a full sentence…” “I’ve known that woman for nearly half my life. Trust me when I say don’t think you can predict anything she does when she’s drunk.” “I… I’ll take your word for it…” And then she said the two words that instantly reminded me of my actual nature… “Good girl…” she whispered in my ear, before walking over and placing the plates on the coffee table, along with the half a bottle of wine that was left. “Now… Can you do me a huge favour?” “Umm… sure?” “Look after Sam tonight. I was planning on staying a bit longer, but the smell of that chinese food is making my stomach rumble, so I’m going to go and get ready for my date tonight. Sam doesn’t really need a babysitter, but I’d personally feel better if I knew she was being looked after. Just make sure she gets in bed. I’ll even cover a taxi home if it gets too late.” “I can do that. My evening was free anyway,” I replied. “Not seeing Lyds?” Becks asked, her eyebrow raising. “Tomorrow night.” “Then I appreciate it, sweetie. Thank you. Make sure she behaves. And make sure you behave…” It was getting late. We had devoured all the food I had brought us, and finished off all the alcohol that was left in the apartment. Or more accurately… she did. I know Becks said she can sober up in seconds, but is there a limit on that? Because the way she’s wailing and sobbing doesn’t give me the greatest confidence in her ability to sober up on command. But here we were, in a bit of a food coma, lying on opposite corners of her sofa, legs curled up by our sides, watching the movie. “Remember when we watched this together?” she said, crying still. It had been hours of her yelling at people in relationships on the shows we were watching. So I switched it to the first movie of the rings trilogy because I know she likes Fellowship, and it’s not got any romance for her to yell insults at. Because before it was all ‘you deserve to be alone’ and ‘don’t trust anyone’ and a bunch of other things trying to persuade the characters that can’t hear her, and don’t exist, that they should never be in a relationship. “Yeah. It was a good night,” I replied. “Chloe… Be careful with Lyds.” Okay… that was sudden. “Why? What has she done wrong?” I asked. “Oh nothing, Lyds is great. She’s freaking gorgeous. And hot. And tall. I totally would by the way.” Okay… looks like because we no longer have fictional relationships to direct her scorn at… she’s turning her attention to the real life ones she knows… great. Maybe I should have let her stick with the shows. “T… thanks? I guess? I mean she is pretty amazing. But why should I be careful with her?” “All relationships are doomed. Ours was. Cassie and I too. Becks will inevitably break up with her partners. You and Lydia. Daniel and Steph. You’ll all break up. Everyone breaks up. Love is a lie.” Okay. Looks like doomerism is on the menu tonight in Sam’s late night drunken monologue. “That’s not true,” I replied, trying to argue against this drunk, depressed toddler. “Then why can’t I find a partner? Why can’t I find someone who sticks around… and doesn’t abuse my trust and love?” Okay… low blow. I assume the first bit was relevant to me, the second one is definitely in reference to Cassie. “You just haven’t found the right person.” I hated myself for using the shittiest line every person in a relationship uses for their single friends. “Ha. As if that’ll ever happen!” she said, sitting up. I sat up to make sure I could grab her if she tried standing up at this point, because if she did… she’s probably going face first into the coffee table. That’s when she looked me in the eyes, the tear stains on her cheek still not dry. “You and I were the closest I’ve got to actual love. You were amazing. This cute, funny, amazing, cute, funny, cute, amazing, cute…” “Your tape is stuck on repeat…” I giggled. “...Cute… amazing girl!” “Thanks?” “And then I fucked it up. Like I fuck everything up. Because I bottle everything up.” “Yeah but look what you’ve managed since you realised you couldn’t handle everything by yourself! You have a shop with your best friend that is doing really well! You seem happier than ever!” “Facade. All of it. I’m a m… ma… master at it. Mistress. Is it master still or is it Mistress cause girl?” Her drunken ramblings were adorable… but worrying. “It’s master. And why, what's up?” “Everyone is happy. Everyone has someone. But even when I had Cass… I felt alone. She was using me just as much as I was using her.” “And you ended that. Because you want, and deserve, more.” “But what I want isn’t available.” “What do you want?” Her body was swaying a bit, side to side, as if she was trying her best to maintain her balance. Then she lunged forward. And kissed me. ====================================================== Glad you all enjoyed her exit from the story🤭 And so the ball starts rolling... Don't forget I'm on Subscribestar! Subscribers get 2 weeks early access to chapters, and exclusive short stories (Nessa's Tale is currently the only available one). The next four chapters of my stories are posted on my Subscribestar! ======================================================== I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading them! If you want to read the next 4 chapters, thanks to two weeks early access to my main story and also soon-to-be exclusive access to short stories, why don't you check out my SubscribeStar! Thank you to all my subscribers for their support over the past few years! Seriously, your support means the world to me. New chapters of my latest story every Wednesday/Sunday! 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Bluebird67 Posted January 18 Posted January 18 And not only is this a cliffhanger, but it’s Sam’s turn to narrate, so we won’t get Chloe’s reaction first hand. If I didn’t know that you have already written the next chapters, I would be asking for Becks or Lydia to have a turn as narrator. Even though we have a very good idea of where this is going, it’s so enjoyable seeing it unfold.
LittleFallenPrincess Posted January 21 Author Posted January 21 Chapter 42: Needy Bound – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- Samantha April. The month for new life, rebirth, and all that cheery, light, spring crap. I hate spring. Don’t get me wrong, I love flowers, I love baby animals, I love chocolate and I love how bright the days are. On its own it's not a bad time of year… but I’m more of an Autumn/Winter girl. I need me some cold nights snuggled up by the heater or fireplace, blankets wrapped around me as I sip a hot cup of something yummy in my hands. I love falling leaves, decaying trees, the chill in the air, snow on the ground or rainy evenings watching the droplets fall from the sky, listening to the relaxing pitter-patter going on outside whilst I’m all warm and snuggly inside. Spring is okay. Summer is the worst though, and because it always follows Spring, it has tainted both seasons for me. Summer is just too warm and muggy and you can’t escape it, especially not in England. It’s all just too hot and it’s boring and you don’t even have Christmas or any fun holidays! That's why this month I’m opting to stay in my shop, avoiding all things Spring. Which is what I pretty much do every year. All the time. Because all I have in my pathetic, useless existence… is this cursed shop. Don’t mind me, just going down one of the many rabbit holes I’ve been going down often, ever since I broke things off with Cassie last month. Since then I have received a lot of hateful texts from her, as she doesn’t have Becky’s nor Chloe’s number, both of whom I know she hates even more than me right now. But that’s okay, I’m fine with all her anger and resentment being directed at me, as long as those two are left out of it. I made the mistake of letting that soul-sucking leech back into my life, I’ll deal with the consequences. Especially with poor Chloe, who has done nothing wrong. I mean she even looked after me, apparently, the night of the breakup. I don’t personally remember it, as I may have had a little too much that night, a month ago. And normally I can sober up in an instant… but I must have finally discovered and reached my limit of alcohol that I can ingest before I am unable to sober up… or even remember things, apparently. I remember the breakup, and the Chinese food… but everything after that is a blur. I woke up the following day, with the mother of all hangovers, fully clothed, in bed, with a little note saying: ‘Stayed over to make sure you were okay. I had to go this morning, stuff to do, paracetamol is on the counter and Becks will be here soon with breakfast. Chloe x’ The little sweetheart made sure I was okay, so I’ve been making sure to be extra nice to her for looking after me, though I think that’s having the unintended effect of making me unbearable around her, as she keeps distancing herself whenever I try to be nice to her. So I made a mental note to dial it down a bit, and so far it’s working, she’s still coming around every few days to get her usual from the shop, and trying a bunch of different book recommendations I’ve been giving her. Which hurts when Lydia turns up with her and they’re all lovey-dovey together. I don’t have any feelings for Chloe anymore, don’t worry. I haven’t for a long time now. But seeing her happy and loved and in a healthy BDSM relationship… makes me wish I could have someone too. Becks has multiple people. Daniel and Steph have each other. Lydia and Chloe. I’m the only one of our group without a partner again, which made the most recent event that was hosted very awkward, resulting in me leaving early and grabbing a few bottles of wine on the way home to make these lonely feelings go away. I was sitting in the shop, waiting for Becks to get back with the sugar we were freshly out of, awkwardly looking at the growing number of customers sitting at tables, waiting for their drinks. I made and handed out the ones that asked for no sugar, and I was extremely apologetic to the others who were waiting, but it felt like a lifetime with Becks being gone, and she was only in the shop a few doors down buying a bag of sugar! “I’m back!” Becks said, as she burst through the door, bag of sugar in hand. This was met with a wave of smiles and even a few very quiet ‘woo’s. Because even when something good happens… we have to act in a very British way and temper even our own excitement. “Right… drinks!” I called out, as I turned around and began making the drinks in order of when they arrived, all whilst Becks rushed behind the counter and placed the bag of sugar beside me, looking out of breath. “Hey… so…” she said, breathing heavily between words. “Help with the drinks, then talk!” I demanded. “But… important…” “Later. Look, we’re doing alright now but if we start losing customers we’re both fucked,” I whispered to her. “Fine. But you’re going to kick yourself for not wanting to hear about it sooner…” She wasn’t going to let this go. So I dropped the spoon loudly and grabbed the cup I was preparing, and in a huff, turned around. “Becks. Fine. What is it?” “Lydia broke up with Chloe.” The shop went silent as the cup I was previously holding smashed on the ground. “Why?” I asked, after I had gathered myself together, cleaned up the broken pieces, and quickly remade the drink I had stupidly dropped. “Dunno. Neither of them will talk about it.” The important question isn’t why did Lydia break up with Chloe, or even… what did Chloe do to earn someone like Lydia, who never breaks up with anyone, to be the one to break things off. No… the important question right now was… …Why did I care so much? I didn’t have feelings for the girl. And I was happy for them both. And sure, I was feeling concerned for both of their sakes… but that wasn’t it. I can’t quite put my finger on it, but I just felt… relieved? No. That’s fucked up. I can’t be feeling those things. “Let me get these drinks to some increasingly annoyed customers, then we can chat about it,” Becks said. “No, it’s fine. There’s nothing to talk about. I assume they’ll talk to us about it when they’re ready. For now it’s none of our business…” This shocked Becks, I don’t think she was expecting me to come out with that. “But aren’t you happy? I would’ve thought you’d be happy. Chloe is single. You’re single.” “Yes, and?” “You two are made for each other.” “Clearly not, otherwise we wouldn’t be single or dating other people.” “You have feelings for the girl, Sam.” “Nope.” You could tell Becks didn’t believe me as she grabbed a tray and began putting drinks on them, before walking off in a huff, leaving me to prepare the next tray for her. “Hi my little baby boy!” I said, my head leaning back onto the back of the sofa, my whole body stretched out, enjoying the entirety of the sofa after a hectic day in the shop. “Meow!” Smudge replied, as he danced along the top of the sofa, stepping over my face, before he finally jumped down onto the sofa, then onto my lap. “Don’t get too comfortable, kitten-cat. I still need to get dinner. But I have zero energy after a busy day to cook… so should I order something? Heard there’s a fabulous Indian place that opened up around the corner. Could try that?” “Meow.” “Yeah, I agree,” I replied, giggling. Smudge knew me too well. He knows nothing he can say will change my mind… if I want takeaway… I’m getting takeaway. So using as few muscles as possible and as little energy, I lifted my phone off the sofa and held it above my face. “Oh… texts from… oh no…” Of course Chloe has been texting me all day. Feeling a deep pit of dread in my stomach… which could either be my lack of food or the growing anxiety I was feeling… I opened the messages. Chloe: Hey Chloe: You’re probably super busy with the shop today Chloe: I just wanted to let you know Lydia and I are no longer together. It was an amicable breakup. Though she broke up with me. Chloe: Apparently I’m too needy. Chloe: Which is great. Chloe: Totally not internalising this and panicking. Chloe: Was I too needy? Am I always too needy? Chloe: She said I’m amazing, and my neediness is cute… but it’s too closely linked to my little side, and said some rubbish about me suppressing it. That it was clear I needed a Mummy, not a domme, that she wasn’t the right girl for me. Which makes sense. But now I’m just worried I’m too needy in general. Chloe: Sorry for the spam. Chloe: Reply when you can. Chloe: If you want to, that is. Chloe: You don’t have to if you don’t want to. Chloe: I’m not your responsibility Chloe: Fuck. Chloe: Sorry. Chloe: I’ll leave you alone now Okay so Chloe is clearly at an 8 on the ‘Chloe anxiety scale’. Don’t ask what a 9 or 10 is, I haven’t experienced those… yet. But this is the worst I’ve seen her, and I haven’t even spoken to her properly, I’m purely judging this from the many texts I’ve been sent. So I took a deep breath, put my growing hunger aside… and called, hoping to ease the poor girl’s anxiety. “Hello? Sam?” Chloe replied upon picking up the phone. You could tell she had been crying all afternoon by how coarse her voice sounded, and the sniffling after she answered the phone. So I turned on my Mummy voice, the really calming one I save for moments like this. “Hey hun. Saw your texts…” “Sorry! I’m sorry! I didn’t want to bother you, I didn’t want to-” I could hear the panic and anxiety in her voice. She really wasn’t doing well. “Shhhhh…” “But-” “But nothing, sweetie. It’s okay. This happens. You were spiralling, and you’re worried. It’s okay.” “But I’m just a massive bother!” “You are neither massive nor a bother, young lady.” “I’m not that much younger than-” “Shhhhhhh…” That seemed to work wonders on her, it made her instantly go quiet and her breathing down the phone began to calm, albeit only slightly. “But…” “But nothing, hun. You just had to deal with something horrible, then you took an innocent comment and started internalising it, making it much bigger than it actually is. Now… why don’t you be quiet for a few moments, take a deep breath in…” As soon as she began breathing in, I counted out for her. “1… 2… 3… And hold it. Aaaand out… 2… 3… And again…” After a minute or so of helping her ground herself, I could tell she was already feeling much more stable as I couldn’t hear her breathing down the phone anymore. “I… thanks…” she mumbled. “Sweetie, it’s okay. Now, why don’t you tell me all about it?” “Are you sure?” “I promise.” “What was that noise?” “What noise?” I asked, confused, as I didn’t hear anything.. “That rumbling.” I went silent for a second… and a rumbling came… from my body. “Oh! Sorry, that’s my tummy,” I laughed, awkwardly. “Have you not eaten?” She’s like me… always putting other people’s problems before her own. “I was about to, then I saw someone who needed my help.” “Sorry!” “No! Chloe… you know the ‘s’ word is banned right now. It’s always banned unless there is something you genuinely have a need to apologise for. It’s okay, I can grab some food after we’ve had a chat.” “How about I bring you food?” Against my better judgement… I accepted the offer. “Sure. How about Indian? A new place opened up around the corner. How about I put in an order, then you pick it up on the way here? My treat.” “No! Let me get it!” “Sweetpea… you’ve had a shitty day. Let me spoil you…” She loves being spoiled. But she feels so guilty about it, so she often refuses anything offered to her. But being the good girl that she is… she’ll eventually give in and let me treat her to some good food. And after a bit of back and forth… “Fine. I’ll drive over, pick up food…” she whined. “No wine this time!” I laughed. “I can’t even remember what happened the last time I drank.” “I… okay… sure…” she replied, sounding a bit… off? “I’ll prepare the movie and stuff once I’ve placed the collection order. You be careful driving, okay poppet?” “I… uh huh… sure… I’ll see you soon.” She sounded a bit nervous, but that’s probably just her residual anxiety messing with her body still. I’m sure she’ll feel a lot more comfortable when she gets here and we get some food down her. I think it’s probably best that she's not alone right now, it’s why I suggested she pick up food and join me. I’ll be able to calm her down more in person. I turned to Smudge, who looked at me, as if he was confused now. “Looks like we’ve got a guest tonight, Smudge. It’s your favourite person!” Smudge meowed happily, as if he could understand me. He’s always loved Chloe the most, weirdly enough. Like me. ====================================================== It's like all the stars are aligning... Don't forget I'm on Subscribestar! Subscribers get 2 weeks early access to chapters, and exclusive short stories (Nessa's Tale is currently the only available one). 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LittleFallenPrincess Posted January 25 Author Posted January 25 Chapter 43: Clean Slate Bound – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- Chloe I don’t know what she ordered for us, but it smelled amazing as I walked down the street towards Bound, with takeaway food in hand, almost skipping my way down the relatively empty street. I didn’t tell her what I even wanted, but I trusted her to have picked well. I mean… during the brief time we dated she always seemed to be able to pick the right things for me. She did, didn’t she? Ugh. No. Chloe. Not these thoughts again. It’s made the past month unbearable, stop thinking about her. Sam is amazing, I’ll admit that. But no. I can’t be interested in her again. I’m freshly out of a breakup. Ugh… what a wild year it’s been. Three partners in a single year. That’s three partners more than I’ve ever had… or at least been in serious relationships with. Shame each one was wrong in some way. Whether they were keeping secrets from me, manipulating me or they just weren’t compatible, they all didn’t work out. And I need to remind myself of that. But that doesn’t matter. I’m out of the game for now. No more dating. Just me and my friends. That’s all I need. And no matter what Lydia says… I don’t need a caregiver. I don’t need my little side. I know she said ‘it was clear I did’... whatever that means… but she’s wrong. Wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Double wrong. I don’t need my little side. I’m not some dumb baby who- AHHHHHK! ----------------------------------------------------------------- “So tell me how you managed to walk into the door and nearly break your nose…” “It’s only a bit bruised! I didn’t hit it that hard!” I replied, as Sam attended to my injury, both of us sat on the sofa. “It was bruised enough that I had to break out the extra special teddy bear plasters just to make you feel better…” “I… I just was in my own head.” “Somewhere nice in there, I hope?” “It’s not exactly a holiday destination, but it’s not exactly a warzone either…” I said, continuing the joke. “Oh, so like a B&B in Skegness?” I giggled. I’ve never actually been to Skegness, nor have I ever stayed in a bed & breakfast, but I’ve heard enough about both to know that that combination isn’t my kind of thing for a holiday. “...Yeah.” “Well good girl for not dropping the food, at least! Maybe you need a bib though… you clearly can’t be trusted…” Sam teased. I know she means well, this is just her usual teasing that she gives me for being a little, she does it with all littles. Though lately I haven’t really been feeling little, despite what Lydia says. So it just kinda felt like nails on a chalkboard? But at the same time… she was so good at playing the Mummy role that I just kinda… couldn’t help but feel more and more little the more she teased me. Which doesn’t help when she kissed me last month and my feelings for her have been all over the place! “Nuh uh!” I replied, totally sounding like the adult I really am… She didn’t say a word, she just raised her eyebrow in that way that she does when she really doesn’t believe a word you’re saying… then stood up straight and walked off to the kitchen, where our food had quickly been left so she could attend to my injury. Moments later, she walked back out, tray of food in hand, over to me. Placing the tray on my lap as I sat on the sofa, she didn’t immediately stand up straight and go get her food… That’s when I saw on the tray were an empty baby bottle and a bib. “Seriously?” I asked, as straight-faced as I could. “You literally just walked into the front door of the shop because you were in your own head. I’ve not even done that whilst drunk!” ‘Yeah but you’ve done lots of other things whilst drunk, you just can’t remember it…’ I thought to myself, feeling catty even in my own head and feeling shameful for being so bitchy even if it was in my own thoughts. “But… I’m not a baby!” I whined. “Sweetie, you specifically wanted the cute plasters, you’re in pain, and you clearly don’t want to be an adult with your whole ‘nuh uh!’ attitude. I’m just giving you what you clearly want. But… if you want me to stop, tell me, and I will stop. Fuck. She’s got me there. It’s been far too long since I was properly little. Nat was… overbearing. She was overwhelmingly focused on enacting her dreams and fantasies, she never had time to make sure I was ever in my little headspace. And Lydia… as lovely as she is and as good a domme she is… she’s not a Mummy and not once did I feel little whilst dating her. And believe me, I’ve tried doing it on my own, but for some reason I just can’t get into that headspace whilst I’m on my own. It’s like my brain starts rejecting it the moment I get padded or put on some babyish cartoons. ‘You look ridiculous!’ and ‘what kind of grown woman gets off on this?’ and lots of ‘I bet your parents are really proud of their girl, who rejected all that time they put into potty training their daughter, only for her to want to get back into nappies!’ And I know I’m way too self-conscious. I know I’m way too hard on myself. But I can’t ignore the thoughts when they invade my mind the moment I put on some padding and grab my dummy. I wish they’d shut up. Go away. Leave me alone. Let me be little. My little side helps me so much with my depression and my anxiety. It lets me feel genuinely small, and free from worry and anxiety and all the bad thoughts. Problem is… it appears I need someone to get me into the headspace for me to shut that little voice in my head up. I really need to find myself a Mummy, not a domme, this time. But… I’m not going to turn down some free babying from my friend… so I played the part, I let her tease me… and I made sure to only resist a bit, as I wanted her to realise I wanted this… but not enough that I wanted her. Because right now I’m not sure what I want. Or what she wants. Because one minute she’s like my best friend… then the next she’s drunk kissing me and throwing my feelings all over the place. I can’t tell whether she’s actually interested in me or was just drunk and feeling horny or whatever. Anyway… I broke her heart. Why would she even want me back? All I’ve done is make mistake after mistake after mistake. Why would anyone want me? “Do I need to get the aeroplane?” she joked, causing me to realise some time had passed with me just staring off into space… and I had no idea how long that had been. “Huh?” Suddenly she was sitting on the other end of the sofa, with a tray of food on her lap… and I noticed the full baby bottle of juice on my tray and the bib that was already tied around my neck. I hate zoning out like that. “Enjoy your meal, sweetie?” “U… uh huh…” I mumbled back, feeling like my cheeks were on fire. “Good job I put that bib on you…” I looked down to see little patches of masala sauce on the bib I was wearing… and I felt mortified. But at the same time I felt… …Happy? Happy that I could just be silly and let myself be… me? That I could be as little as I want with no expectations or requirements. No pressure like I had with other people. I was given the bare minimum and allowed to be as little as I needed. I bet she doesn’t even realise how happy this made me, especially after I was rejected by my partner for this side of me so recently. Again, Lydia isn’t a villain, she wasn’t mean or cruel. It was amicable. She knew I’d never be truly happy with her, as it was obvious to even her that my little side is too important, and she could never satisfy it. So she let me go. Right into Sam’s arms. The woman I rejected so hastily all those months ago. The woman I got closer to anyone with, then was too fucking scared to be in a relationship so I came up with the pettiest of reasons to break up with her. Obviously I didn’t realise all this at the time. It took many, many, maaaaany months of reflection and being treated like shit to realise it… but I did. And that guilt has been eating away at me ever since. And it’s hurt every moment I’ve spent time with her since. But I also couldn’t imagine her not being in my life now she’s in it. From her cute laugh, to how protective she gets of her friends and those she cares about. Her cute little hair tuck she does to herself when she’s happy, or the cute little hair tuck she does to other people that she likes. Her nerdy interests mixed with just the right amount of ‘Mummy’, all combined with a huge dose of gorgeous domme… made her so… not perfect. No one is perfect. But she’s pretty fucking close. At least to me. Do I even deserve her at this point? I was a selfish, scared piece of shit who threw her away the moment she fucked up. And honestly… if I was in her position back then, I would’ve kept all that a secret too, too ashamed to show anyone my weaknesses. And I just threw all that away because I was scared it was getting serious and I would’ve taken any excuse to run at that point. So maybe I don’t deserve her. She deserves better than me, definitely better than Cassie… not that I’m much better. She’s an amazing Mummy and I fucked everything up and ruined our relationship. I’m not sure we could ever put it back together again. “Earth to Chloe…” “Huh? Oh sorry… what did you say?” I asked, worried that I was out of it whilst she was trying to talk to me. “I was just asking if you want dessert?” “There’s dessert?” my inner toddler had activated, it seems. “If your little tummy can fit it, I have some cake leftover from today.” “YES PLEASE!” not even a second had passed after her mouth closed before I burst out in excitement. “The bib stays on then, poppet…” I blushed and looked at my feet. “...Okay…” She took my tray and carried it into the kitchen, and as she did, I thought to myself. Even if I don’t deserve her… I can’t let her go again. Even if I can’t be with her… I can still be in her life. I can accept only receiving the little bits of teasing and babying I get as friends. I think. I hope. But then… she kissed me the last time I was here. She… kissed… me. No. Chloe, don’t be stupid. Even if she wants you, and you may want her… you fucked things up. You can’t do that to her again when you inevitably run for the hills when it gets serious again. That’s if she even wants to take you back. She likes you… enough to kiss you… but that doesn’t mean she’s ready to be in a relationship with you just yet. That was drunk her, a version of her without inhibitions. She just wanted me at that moment. The actual Sam wouldn’t want to date you again. “You’re zoning off again. Are you sure you’re okay, sweetpea?” Sam asked, standing right in front of me once again, holding a little plate with a slice of cake on it. “I… I’m fine.” “Clearly you’re not. Tell Auntie Sam what’s wrong…” ‘Auntie Sam’. Pff. It felt so… wrong. But when I think about calling her Mummy… it doesn’t. It sounds perfect… just right for her. But no. She’s Auntie now. Accept that, Chloe. This is what you get for your actions. You get ‘Auntie Sam’ instead of ‘Mummy’. “I’m fine,” I replied, lying through my teeth. And it appeared that ‘Auntie Sam’ could tell I was lying too. “Would it help if Auntie Becks talked to you instead?” “‘Unno…’” I replied, not even realising how childish I sounded. “I think you need to talk to someone, sweetpea. If something is bothering you, you can’t just bottle it up. I know you’re freshly out of a relationship, and it may be awkward talking to your ex about it… so why don’t you and Becks have a chat about it all tomorrow? You can come up to my apartment whilst I run the shop and you two can talk. You don’t work weekends, right?” “I…” I mumbled, still feeling the recoil of her calling herself my ex. That hurt my heart more than I thought. “...Okay…” Becks and I have gotten close enough that I could probably trust her with what’s bothering me, knowing she won’t instantly turn around and tell Sam. I know those two are extremely close, they’re like soulmates but in best friend form… but she also values consent and privacy so much. She helped me accept my submissive side, she helped me manage my wants and needs whilst I was with Lydia, and she taught me a lot so I didn’t feel like a complete newbie with my now-ex girlfriend. “Good girl. I’ll tell Becks in the morning you want to talk, then when you pop round you two can talk in private up here.” “...Why are you so nice to me?” I asked, on the verge of tears. “What do you mean, sweetie?” “I broke your heart.” Fuck. I said the thoughts out loud. She didn’t reply instantly, instead she cupped my chin with her finger and lifted it so we were staring into each other's eyes. “And I made you leave. How about we call it even and wipe the slate clean?” I smiled, my heart still feeling as heavy as it was just moments ago. There was no wiping the slate clean. 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LittleFallenPrincess Posted January 28 Author Posted January 28 Chapter 44: A Nice Chat Bound – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- Samantha I began repeatedly hitting my head on the counter the moment Becks walked in to help open up. Pastries in hand, she stopped and looked at me, bewildered by my odd action. But then even Smudge was sitting there on the counter (where he shouldn’t be!), staring at me like I had gone mad. “Rough night?” Becks asked, placing the tray of pastries on a nearby table so she could shoo Smudge off upstairs, before getting the anti-bacterial wipes and cleaning the counter after him. “Rough life,” I replied, my words muffled by the fact my face was pressed against the counter. Becks had expertly wiped around my head, and was waiting for me to move so she could finish cleaning it all. “What happened?” “Chloe.” “What did you do now?” Apparently this offence was enough to get me to move, so Becks expertly and swiftly used this opportunity to wipe the rest of the counter, meaning I couldn’t return to my slump. “HEY!” I argued back, very loudly. “Okay then… what did she do?” “She… may have come over last night…” “Oh are you two back together finally?” “What? No! Why would you think that?” “I mean after the last time she came over for food with you…” “Nothing happened!” I whined. Becks didn’t reply, she just did that funny little smirk of hers and rolled her eyes at me. “If you’ve got something to say, I demand you say it…” I whined even more, sounding more and more like a bratty little with each sentence. “You demand, huh? Fine. So… you don’t remember what happened?” “Remember what?” “You kissed her.” I started laughing. Because that’s ridiculous. I wouldn’t kiss Ch… I wouldn’t… I… One look at Rebecca’s face and I knew she wasn’t joking. We’ve been best friends for way too long now, I can read her easily. “...Seriously?” “Yeah, you just don’t remember it. But I’m pretty sure Chloe does though…” “Wait… what? When? Did Chloe tell you this?” “No.” “Then who? How do you know this if Chloe didn’t tell you it happened?” “You did, you dumb fuck,” she said, laughing her arse off at me. My best friend is so nice to me and always knows the right words to make me feel better about everything… If my eyes could roll back any further they’d be looking backwards, into my head. “When?” “As soon as Chloe left that night, you sent me a bunch of illegible text messages, most of which were just you pressing random letters. But eventually they began to form actual messages.” “When? Where?” I replied, grabbing my phone off the counter, finding out messages and scrolling through. “I can’t see them.” “You deleted them. See where I called you a dumb fuck?” she said, pointing at my phone. There it was. A month ago. She called me a dumb fuck… with no reason as to why. Which means she’s probably correct… which means I had stupidly deleted the messages whilst in my drunken state. For what reason, I have no idea. “Fuck. So you say I kissed her?” “Yes, Sam. You know when two people find each other attractive and they feel the need to smush their faces and lips together to show their affection for the other?” “I know what kissing is, Becks. But you say I kissed her? Why?” “I don’t know. You just started going off about how much you love her and how much you missed her and needed her. Then you deleted all of it.” “Why didn’t Chloe say anything?” “Because she was in a relationship at the time?” Becks replied, shaking her head in disbelief at how stupid I was being. Then it finally clicked in my head. “FUCK! She was, wasn’t she? Poor Lyds… was that what caused them to break up?” “No. Lydia would’ve told me if it was. I’m pretty sure the poor girl kept it a secret from everyone, including her girlfriend. And from you too, seeing as you don’t remember that night. Which is weird, as you’re normally able to sober up pretty damn quick.” “That’s why I’m so shocked. Fuck. I hope I didn’t cause her breakup. Did I say anything in my deleted texts about how it was… received?” “Are you really asking if she liked it or not?” Becks asked, smirking and raising her eyebrow at me. “...Yes.” “...You failed to tell me.” “Fuck. Fuck fuck fucking fuck fuck fuck.” “She can’t have hated it that much if she tucked you in that night, then kept being friends and wasn’t awkward around you for the whole month since. Honestly, given that it’s Chloe we’re talking about… I’m genuinely surprised she was able to keep quiet about it for a whole month, as well as not give away her feelings or anything. That girl is normally too readable.” “Yeah that’s why I’m so surprised. She’s the least likely to have a handle on something like this. So maybe… maybe she liked it?” “Can’t say. That girl surprises even me sometimes. Her emotions, extremely readable… her actions on the other hand… One moment she’s dating you, then she’s dating an abusive bitch, then she’s dating one of our friends who is purely a domme… I swear that girl is going to find a new kink and a new woman to practice it out with.” “I hope not…” I mumbled. “What?” Fuck. Feign ignorance, Sam! “What?” I asked back. Her eyebrow raised. “What did you just say?” “I didn’t say anything,” I replied, shrugging, hoping she would drop it. “See! I fucking told you!” “Shush!” “You like her. And she clearly likes you.” “You don’t know that!” “She didn’t run for the hills when you kissed her. That means something!” I swear Becks is getting more excited than I do about my own fucking relationships. “You’re talking rubbish.” “So when are you going to see her again?” she asked. “FUCK!” I blurted out, thankful that we hadn’t opened yet so there were no customers to hear my language. “What?” “I told her to talk to you… about what’s bothering her…” Becks sighed and clutched her head. “So I’ve got to lie and feign ignorance, pretending that I didn’t already know for the past month that you kissed her?” “Yeah… please?” “You owe me.” “Whatever. Just… find out what’s bothering her… see if it’s the kiss… and if…” “If she liked it?” Becks grinned. “...Please?” “You owe me twice.” “Fine, whatever!” “Famous last words…” she said, her grin growing like the Cheshire cat. The day went on like every other day in the shop. Customers came in, bought books, got drinks, read books, all that usual stuff. It was a bit busier than normal and the shop was full with customers lingering around a bit longer due to the rain outside. Then around rush hour… Chloe came in, drenched. “Oh hun! You look absolutely soaked, come in! Why don’t we go upstairs and get a towel for you?” Becks commented, indicating with her arms towards my apartment. Wow… she works fast. Chloe hasn’t even had the chance to say two words before she’s being whisked off upstairs. But I guess this was a perfect opportunity for Becks to get her upstairs, otherwise Chloe will most likely be too nervous to bring it up to her. So as they walked past, Chloe gave a cheeky little smile at me, so I gave her a little smile and a wave back, without saying a word, as she was taken upstairs. For what felt like a lifetime, Chloe and Becks talked upstairs. Or at least I assume that’s what they’re doing. For all I know they could be drinking all my booze and fussing over Smudge, the little attention whore. But no, I bet Chloe is drying off and Becks is teasing all her little worries out, one by one, until Chloe feels lighter and less weighed down by all these feelings. No doubt she’s going to hype me up too, and try and suggest Chloe and I get back together. But as much as I do like the girl… and yes, maybe since learning about the fact I kissed the girl when I was unbelievably drunk, I’ve realised that clearly there are some repressed feelings within me that are bubbling to the top and are bound to burst out like they did that night. I thought I was over the girl. Apparently not. Even seeing her adorable, drenched face with her makeup running down her cheeks made my heart beat all that much quicker, something I had never noticed before. Was it always like this, even when I had supposedly ‘gotten over her’? Fuck. But what if she doesn’t feel the same? She didn’t say anything bad, didn’t complain, didn’t keep her distance away from me… but she also didn’t come forward or break up with Lydia before Lydia broke up with her. Maybe it meant nothing to her? Maybe I’m just worrying over nothing, maybe it’s something completely different. I hate anxiety. Surely they can’t be much longer though, it’s been like an hour now and I haven’t heard a peep coming from upstairs. Then, as I just finished serving another customer, handing them their pastry, I heard footsteps coming down the stairs. And the door opened. And my heart was beating a mile a minute. And out popped Becks, closely followed by Chloe, who now looked a lot less like a wet kitten and more like a fluffy cat. And the first noticeable thing was the smile on her face and the dried up tears on her cheeks. “Everything okay?” I asked as they both headed over to the counter where I was sitting. “Yup. Got her dried up. Had a little chat. Everything is fine,” Becks replied. “I… better get going. Looks like it’s stopped raining and I want to get to my car before the skies open up again. Thanks for the help, Becks.” “You going to be okay, hun?” I asked her, hoping she was as okay as she looked. “I’m good. Thanks,” she replied, scrunching up her cheeks into a cute, but awkward, little smile. “Well don’t be a stranger. You know you can always chat to me!” Becks said, giving her a hug, before Chloe waved goodbye to the both of us and left the shop. “So…” I said, as soon as the door closed behind Chloe. “Everything is fine,” Becks replied. “And that means?” “That everything is fine.” “You won’t tell me what you talked about?” “Hun, I know you’re my bestie, but she asked that I keep things private. For the time being. And I’m going to honour that. I will say, however, that your kiss definitely had an… impact…” “Guessing that’s as vague as you can get?” “Yup, sorry Sam. But she’s going to be okay. She just needs to figure some things out.” As do I, it seems… Because ‘had an impact’ could be good… or bad. Did I fuck things up inside her head by throwing that wrench in the machine? Or did I reawaken feelings for me within her heart? I guess I won’t know for the time being, not unless Becks breaks her promise… which she won’t do. Not even if I tortured her with tickling. Which she is completely weak to. I know from experience. For now, I just have to suck it up and wait for Chloe to make the first move. Problem is… this is Chloe we’re talking about. …She’ll never make the first move. A few days later, I was having a relaxing day off whilst Becks was running the shop with a little help from Craig on his day off (she promised some pup time in the evening if he helped, though he was already all too happy to assist her, the promise of a fun evening was just the cherry on top), and Smudge was laying on the windowsill, catching some sun. Despite it not being that warm, it was a nice sunny April day, and I was just laying on my sofa, enjoying some alone time with a series I had been meaning to catch up on for a while. The washing machine had been done this morning, the rubbish had been put out, and I had finished all the chores I needed to finish on my day off. So now I could just enjoy the free time I had, and not have to worry about anything. The problem is, that left a lot of room in my head empty, empty space for little thoughts of certain little ones to come crawling in… occupying it and keeping me distracted from the show. Then as if fate itself was intent on disrupting my day… the same little that crawled her way into my thoughts… appeared on my phone screen, calling me on my off day… when she should be working… But of course I’m going to answer. I mean… how bad can it be? ====================================================== Don't forget I'm on Subscribestar! 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xSnowVx Posted January 29 Posted January 29 I'm loving this so far , I started a few days ago and I wanted to say thank you!!
zylonian Posted February 1 Posted February 1 I am really enjoying your story. I can really emphasis with Chloe and can easily see myself in her (a sign of a good writer in my opinion). I wish I had had her courage when I was her age and started exploring my kinky side much sooner (it is very hard as a middle aged divorced man/sissy). Anyway keep up the great work
LittleFallenPrincess Posted February 1 Author Posted February 1 Chapter 45: Bad Bound – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- Chloe Bad. This is bad! Fuck! Why did I tell her she could come over? All it was was a stupid fucking stuffie getting ruined in the wash. I tried to be little, on my own, for the first time in a long time. Took a day off work and got dressed up and everything. Tried my best to force myself into the headspace. Even grabbed my favourite stuffie… that wasn’t one Nat got me (sorry to the stuffies that Nat got me… you’re better off in the wardrobe, out of sight, as I can’t bear to see you right now. I promise you I’ll give you lots of attention when I’ve been able to move past the way she treated me). So here I am, sitting on my sofa, wearing a thick white nappy and a baby pink crop tee, dummy hanging from a little clip near my collar, thick booties on. I’m not one to compliment myself, but I looked heckin cute right now and I wished someone was around to see it. Though I guess my ex will be here soon to do that… all because… because I fucked up and tried washing a stuffie. But something happened in the machine and a bunch of her limbs got snagged and ripped off and she had a giant tear from her shoulder to her nappy! And because I was already feeling fragile (though I guess for once I was thankful I wasn’t in littlespace), I just began crying. I don’t know how to sew or fix things. Normally I’d call my Dad or my Mum. But I can’t exactly call and ask them to fix a teddy bear that was wearing a nappy, they’d give me weird looks, even if I wasn’t dressed like this and removed the nappy from my stuffie. So I didn’t know what to do, and in a panic… I called Sam. Being the saint she is, she dropped everything on her day off and is currently heading her way to my apartment, ready to fix my stuffie for me and make sure I’m okay. I’m such a horrible person. I break her heart, mess her about, and then when she shows interest and kisses me I shut down, pretend nothing happened, all to avoid the real thoughts in my head that all indicate that I want her back. That I made a stupid mistake last year and all I can think of is fixing that. But I can’t fix anything. Amber is proof of that (Amber being the stuffie currently laying on the sofa in bits right now). That talk with Becks the other day helped a bit. Obviously I didn’t tell her everything, that would be weird, considering she’s besties with the woman that is at the forefront of my mind most of the time lately. We talked about me needing a Mummy, that I can’t be with someone who is just a domme. Sure, I really loved my time with Lyds… and I found that I’m a lot more of a submissive than I thought. But my little side is really important to me too. I did tell her that Sam kissed me though. And… she tried pretending that she didn’t already know, but eventually I got her to admit that Sam had texted her that night that she kissed me, but she did say that Sam genuinely can’t remember that night. Maybe that’s for the best. Maybe we’re just not meant to be. But then that woman is coming here, on her day off, to fix my fucking stuffie. Of course she still has feelings for you, Chlo! Do something about it! The doorbell went, and I knew instantly that there was nothing I was going to do about this awkward romantic tension between us. I’m not one to make the first moves. I’m a quiet, timid creature who waits for others to interact before making her move. Sam is the opposite. If she wants me… she’ll make it known… right? I asked Becks what to do, and she just said give it time, spend time together, see if she genuinely is interested in me. So I guess her coming over is technically that, right? Even if she came here out of guilt at me crying down the phone that I hurt my stuffie by accident. So I’ll do just that. I’ll give it time. I’ll wait until Sam makes the first move. If she wants me as much as I want her… then we’re meant to be. Waddling up to the door, I awkwardly hid my body behind it as I opened it slowly, peeking my head out to check it was Sam. Because if it isn’t, if it’s a neighbour or a random caller or whatever, I don’t want them seeing me in this infantile outfit. I’d be mortified. “Hey cutie. Nice pigtails…” FUCK. I knew I forgot something. Thank fuck it’s only Sam who saw them. “I… umm… fanks…” DOUBLE FUCK. How does she make me feel little after only four words? “I brought my kit. Where’s the patient?” I blushed instantly, hoping no neighbours were in the hallway to hear her. So to prevent anyone from overhearing anything else, I waved her in, still hiding my body behind the front door, shutting it quickly behind her. I got one look at that woman as she passed me and… and… an… I mean how does someone wearing a sweater and jeans end up being that hot? “Oh wow… you look…” she began, looking me up and down in the process. “Shush…” She bent over, getting close to my ear, and instantly I was hit in the face with the familiar smell of her perfume… TRIPLE FUCK. ABORT ABORT. CHLOE GET OUT OF THERE! I was this close to melting into a little sapphic subby puddle, when she whispered in my ear… “...Adorable…” Shivers ran down my body as she said this, and I swear she has some magical caregiver power that makes me melt instantly. “I… umm… f… fanks…” “Getting to save a life AND get to see you looking like this? Best day off in a long time… now, where’s the patient, Little Miss?” “I… umm… sofa…” I replied, pointing in the direction of Amber. I felt so much… smaller. Not in terms of headspace, but in terms of size. I’m not exactly short, and Sam isn’t exactly tall, even if she’s taller than me it’s not like the size of a halfling compared to that of a high elf or whatever. But the way she walks around, the way she looks at me and treats me… I can’t help but feel tiny compared to her. Sam walked over to the sofa and stared at my injured stuffie, whilst I quickly waddled behind her. “Oh dear, poor girl, she’s not looking so good, is she? What’s her name?” “A… Amber…” I replied, nervously. “Cute name. Cute stuffie. Perfect for a cute baby like you.” PLEASE STOP MELTING ME OR I’M GOING TO JUMP YOUR BONES. “...f… fanks…” “Now, I’ll need a nurse for this operation. I think you’d do a super duper good job, so will you help me, little miss?” This woman. She knows what to say and when. She knows all my buttons. She knows how to talk to littles. She… fuck, I’m starting to quickly regret ending things with her because she’s the best fucking Mummy and now she’s not mine and I miss her and… and… I could feel the emotions bubbling to the surface, and I was close to having either a tantrum, a meltdown, or just falling to my knees in tears. “Shame I don’t have a nurse’s uniform for you right now… though honestly, what you’re wearing is much more appropriate for your age…” Dead. I’m dead. R.I.P. Me. My eyes widened and my knees quivered as I just stood there, my brain unable to process or think about anything right now. “Oh dear… did I break your little brain already? Looks like I’ve still got it in me…” she said, grinning at me, before sitting down on the sofa beside Amber, setting her little bag of sewing stuff on the coffee table in front of her. “I… I… DO YOU WANT A DRINK?” I blurted out, not knowing what to say or how to react right now. “I’ll take a juice, if you’ve got any. I don’t trust you to be able to use the kettle… Why don’t you get yourself a nice bottle of juice too?” “I… I… I’LL BE RIGHT BACK!” I stood there in the kitchen, nearly hyperventilating. How does she have this power over me? I broke her heart and ruined everything, then I flaunt my relationships around her when she’s in a shitty one, then I cry to her that I broke my stuffie and now she has all this power over me still? I mean sure, she’s gorgeous, even wearing something so… ordinary. But that just made her feel more like a Mummy. She just has these ‘Mummy vibes’ that I’ve always been able to feel from her. Even when dating others. But now I’m feeling them more than ever and I really want to tell her everything, to admit my feelings… but I can’t. I was the one to break her heart. If she wants me back, she’ll be the one to ask me out. I have to be patient. Once I got a handle on my breathing, I composed myself, took a deep breath, then pulled out my baby bottle from the kitchen cupboard… one I haven’t used in a looooooong time, along with a normal glass for Sam. All I had was some fresh orange juice, so I quickly grabbed it from the fridge and poured it into both the bottle and the glass, and that’s when I began thinking about how I’m going to be sitting there… drinking from a bottle… and be unable to think about anything but her feeding me it… Nope. I’ll just use a glass too… Littlespace already failed today when I ruined Amber and had to call my ex. I don’t want to push it again too soon… So I grabbed another glass and poured the contents of my bottle into it, before taking both glasses and walking out with it. “No bottle?” Sam asked as I handed her a glass of juice, noticing I had a similar glass. “Littlespace kinda ruined…” I replied, awkwardly. “Oh hun, that’s not good. Maybe try again later then?” I appreciated that she wasn’t pushing it… but at the same time I kinda wish she did push it. “Maybe…” “You don’t sound so sure. What’s up?” “Dunno. Can’t feel little lately.” Sam didn’t say another word, instead she put her sewing supplies back down on the table, stood up, walked over to me, and took my glass of juice from my hand, walking over to the kitchen with it. Was… was she actually doing what I wanted? Wait… CAN SHE READ MY MIND? And in no time at all, she returned with a baby bottle full of juice in hand. “Come on then. On the sofa…” she ordered. Sitting down on the sofa, she patted the space where Amber was just before, having carefully moved the injured stuffie onto the coffee table whilst I was in the kitchen, and indicated for me to get comfortable. Fuck. Do I do this? Surely this is too weird, right? But then she teases and plays with friends all the time. We’re just friends. This is okay then, right? “Now, kitten…” she growled. FUCK. Yes Mommy! Thankfully I didn’t say that last bit out loud as I shuffled hastily over to the sofa and plopped my padded butt down beside her. “And turn around. Head back.” …Was she really going to do this? My heart was beating like crazy. This was everything I wanted right now. But I still felt bad for wanting it? Why? “Good girl,” she said as I lay back, resting my head in the crook of her left arm, whilst her right held my bottle. “Now… open wide…” As I lay there suckling at the teat of my only baby bottle, I felt a rush of calmness… stillness… somethingness… wash over me. Like everything was right with the world. No longer was I worrying about this awkwardness with Sam, or my job, or my adult life, or my most recent breakup… nothing. I was feeling smaller than I had felt in a long time… if ever… And it felt… good? No. It was amazing. The tiny voice in the back of my mind wanted this to never end. I wanted this bottle to be always full, not thinking about the practicality of it. My eyes closed as I continued suckling, the last view I got being that of Sam’s smiling face as she fed me the bottle, very gently rocking me up and down. And before I could stop it… I drifted off into a deep slumber. ====================================================== You're all gonna love the next few chapters :3 they're special. Don't forget I'm on Subscribestar! Subscribers get 2 weeks early access to chapters, and exclusive short stories (Nessa's Tale is currently the only available one). The next four chapters of my stories are posted on my Subscribestar! ======================================================== I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading them! If you want to read the next 4 chapters, thanks to two weeks early access to my main story and also soon-to-be exclusive access to short stories, why don't you check out my SubscribeStar! 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It's always nice to hear new people are giving my stories a go, and I hope you continue to enjoy it as it goes on! ☺️ If you're needing other stories to read in the meantime, whilst waiting for the next chapters of this, I have a bunch of other stories/series you may like, if you haven't read them already! (links below) On 1/29/2026 at 10:55 AM, LilRugrat said: Cliff hanger!!! You know it's a LFP story when it's full of slightly mean cliffhangers :3 9 hours ago, zylonian said: I am really enjoying your story. I can really emphasis with Chloe and can easily see myself in her (a sign of a good writer in my opinion). I wish I had had her courage when I was her age and started exploring my kinky side much sooner (it is very hard as a middle aged divorced man/sissy). Anyway keep up the great work Thank you so much! I put a lot of myself into my characters, especially my little and caregiver sides, and I like to think that that is what brings a lot of relatability to them. 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T the Switch Posted February 1 Posted February 1 Nice chapter. Hope to see some more in depth baying time with Chloe. I missed how soft snd gentle their relationship with Sam was. It makes me a twinge jealous. Also I kinda just realized this but is Smudge a Warriors Cat reference?
LittleFallenPrincess Posted February 4 Author Posted February 4 Chapter 46: Scars Bound – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- Samantha The poor girl looked like she was going to have a full on panic attack when I told her to come over to me and let me feed her her bottle. But I had to fix what was going on within her, and this was the only thing I could think of. I could see how conflicted she was, how much she was struggling to accept her little side. Avoiding using a bottle because she knew that if she fed herself with it, she’d still be stuck in her adult headspace and that would just send her spiralling. I’ve seen it all too many times with littles who struggle to regress, those who struggle to find their little headspace, especially on their own. And I knew I could fix it. I could make her feel small, and blushy and regress her softly… but I knew that it would come at a cost. That cost would be admitting I have feelings for the girl. If not to her, at least to myself. So as I stroked her hair, the poor girl sleeping beside me, I wondered what this meant for our friendship. Chloe was so tired after her little crying session, after her stuffie got ruined, that she fell asleep half way through a bottle. So I continued to let her sleep whilst I got to work fixing her stuffie. But to do this, I had to very carefully lift her head from my lap and put a cushion under it whilst also shuffling a bit further down the sofa so I had room to work. She was close enough that I could occasionally stroke her hair and that she could feel my presence, but it kept my lap free so I could put Amber there and get to work putting her back together. Upon closer inspection, one of the limbs was not only snagged off, but took a good section of the torso with it. No doubt Amber will have some battle scars from her fight with the washing machine, but it’s definitely fixable at least. I would’ve hated to have woken Chloe from her nap only to break the devastating news that her stuffie was too far gone to be fixed. No, this is fixable. Just need a needle and thread and a bit of time and her stuffie will be back to normal. But as I pulled out the purple thread, wondering if she’d prefer me to use her favourite colour or just brown. If I use brown, I can hide the damage. But then purple is her favourite colour, especially when little… Then I remembered something I had learnt a while back and never got to try… I know it’s not the same, as this is a stuffie I’m doing it with, but the sentiment is there. And I have a feeling she’ll like it. She’s as much of a nerd as I am about things like this. So putting back the purple thread, I reached for the gold coloured one and got to work. “Well hello there, sleepy girl!” I said, as the girl began to wake from her peaceful slumber. She was out of it for a good hour or so. I bet she didn’t sleep well last night, like usual, and then that mixed with all the little emotions today made her need a good nap this afternoon. But that meant I had plenty of time to fix her stuffie, and then some, so once I fixed Amber, I placed the stuffie into Chloe’s arms, where she quickly began squeezing it, still deep in sleep. I had also lifted her head again and shuffled back under her so her head was resting gently on my lap, and then I turned on the TV, making sure it was on a low volume so I didn’t wake the baby. “How… how long was… was I asleep?” she asked, sounding groggy and looking embarrassed that she had fallen asleep during her feeding. “About an hour.” “An hour? Oh… sorry… you didn’t have to stay…” “I had a job to do, don’t worry. Plus I had some TV shows to catch up on, so I watched an episode of one of those.” “Job? Oh! Amber! Where-?” she was about to ask where she was when she realised Amber was in her arms. “Amber! You’re fixed! And… gold?” The gold contrasted against the brown fur, making it very obvious along its arms and legs, as well as a large gold scar in a circle shape going around its chest and back. Sure, most people would’ve used brown thread to sew her back together so that it wasn’t visible, or as I originally thought… purple, seeing as it’s Chloe’s favourite colour when she’s little. But I wanted this to be special for her. “Why gold?” she asked. “Ah, you see, little Chloe… have you heard of a Japanese art called Kintsugi?” “Doesn’t ring a bell… what is it?” “It’s part art, part philosophy. Basically they would repair broken ceramics with gold dust, or other precious metals, that was very visible when repaired. Because the idea wasn’t to hide the damage or its history, but to show that breakage and repair as part of its history… its beauty. That something that was once broken, was loved enough to be mended. To celebrate its imperfections, its use over time. It’s always been something I’ve loved ever since I learned about it.” She was looking up at me in wonder the entire time I was trying to explain it. “That’s so beautiful…” she said, starting to tear up. “I remember seeing something like that now…” “So I thought Amber deserved to be a little piece of art, as well as a perfect companion to an adorable little baby.” Chloe’s cheeks began turning red, as the tears started forming in the corners of her eyes. “You’re a nerd…” she smirked. “Look who’s talking…” “Hey! I’m a geek, not a nerd!” “You’re a little baby, that’s what you are!” I replied, tickling her tummy whilst I had access to it. I mean come on… it was just there… vulnerable… begging to be tickled. Squealing and wriggling about on the sofa, she looked so happy and little, and that in turn made my heart happy. I know I have a habit of teasing and playing with my friends, but I’ve kept my distance a bit from Chloe just because I didn’t want things to be weird. It’s nice to be like this with her again, because we vibe so well together in both a personal and a kink way. “NO FAIR! EEEEEEEE! STOOOOOP!” This went on for a good thirty seconds or so… until there was a sudden “...fuck…” “What’s up, poppet?” “Umm… I… umm…” I easily put two and two together… the visible darkening on the front of her very visible nappy… and her reaction… and it was obvious what had happened. “Oh dear… poor baby. Did someone have a teeny weeny accident in her nappy?” I teased, turning on the Mummy charm. “I… no fair using that voice on me!” “What are you going to do about it, crinkle pants?” “I… umm…” “Yeah, I didn’t think so,” I replied, quickly using this opportunity to reach down and give her padding a light squeeze. “That can hold more.” “I…” “Don’t worry, if you’re too uncomfortable with me changing you later, I’ll set everything up for you, all you nee-” “No… you can change me… if that’s something you… something you want…” “Only if you’re comfortable with it, duckie.” Her eyes widened in shock. Probably because I hadn’t called her that since before we broke up. And I’m guessing from what I’ve heard over the course of the past year is that neither of her most recent partners have met her parents… or got close enough to her to learn about that name. And alongside the widened eyes… came the blushing cheeks. “I… amm… completely… normal… about… this…” she mumbled. “Now, why don’t we put on some cartoons for you, get you all set up, then maybe get you changed so you can have a nice afternoon all little.” “Set up? Are… are you going?” I mean… It's my day off. Do I go home, sit on my own, binge watching some show I’ve seen twenty times already, with Smudge yelling at me to get on or off the sofa repeatedly throughout the afternoon… or do I spend my time with this adorable little babygirl… who is currently looking at me like I would break her little heart if I left? I said it from the start. This girl would hold all the power in our relationship with that adorable little face of hers. And I wasn’t wrong. And we’re not even dating anymore! After squeezing her padded little bum for what felt like the fiftieth time during the afternoon, I recognised the squish being noticeably thicker than previous squeezes. The problem is… I know she said I could change her, but am I ready to change her? The more I baby her, the more I indulge her little side… the clingier I’m feeling. I can’t help it, she’s just too adorable to resist. But resist I shall, no matter how hard it is. If she wants me, she can tell me herself. She’s the one who broke up with me, after all. It’s up to her to know if and when she’s ready to date me again. But the afternoon, with her sleeping next to me… definitely turned that bit of attraction that I had for her before into a full-on crush. Becks is never going to let me live this down… “You need a change, cutiepie.” “I… wut?” she asked, her dummy still firmly in her mouth, slowly going in and out as she suckled. And it was taking every ounce of self control not to kiss this girl to death. “You’re going to leak. Plus I could do with getting you changed before I head home. Becks may want my help closing up.” “Yoo… yoo gotta go?” “Sorry cupcake. Grown ups have to go be grown up for a bit.” The reaction I received was like I was looking at a puppy I was having to leave alone for the day. I could feel my heart twisting and grinding inside, and it was unbearable looking at this poor girl’s face, knowing that if I leave her alone she’s going to come out of little space and feel like crap. I need to bring her out of it gradually to limit the damage she receives. So I had a lightbulb moment. “Right, you’re coming with me,” I replied, sounding more confident than ever about a decision I’d made. “Huh?” “Come on, duckie. We’ll get you dressed and you’re coming to the shop with me. You can sit in the shop and watch us close up, then we’re going upstairs to my apartment and watching something fun at my place. If you’re very good, I’ll even order Chinese food for us,” her cheeks turned a rosy pink, indicating I had piqued her interest. “Right. Let’s get you dressed.” She hadn’t said a word, she just nodded as she sat up and began to take her dummy out with one hand and went to grab a nappy tape with the other… “Ah ah ah! No…” I warned her. She looked up at me in confusion. “We’ll find something cute to hide it, don’t worry. And you can put the dummy in your pocket whilst we’re outside, but you’re not a big girl for the rest of the day, okay poppet?” Her rosy cheeks turned crimson as she realised what this meant. I’d have to make sure to pack some essentials, stuff I don’t already have, like nappies, a bib, her stuffie, and her bottle, but I’ll put her in a cute onesie and shove some jeans or a skirt over the top of it and she’ll be fine in public. I walked her up to the front door of Bound, holding her hand firmly so ‘she doesn’t get lost’, with her waddling along beside me, constantly pulling her short skirt down with her free hand because she’s worried her nappy is showing. It’s adorable. Because she thinks people can see it, when in reality I’m not mean enough to make her wear a skirt short enough to flash everyone a view of her thick, babyish nappy… as much as I love the image of that in my head. Becks totally is though. And I suppose when I’m feeling a bit more domme rather than soft Mummy I may do the same, but not right now, not when she’s feeling so small for what feels like the first time in a long, long time. Both of us had gotten soaked in the sudden downpour that occurred as soon as we got in the car at Chloe’s place. I’m so glad I put a coat on her to hide her nappy, she would’ve been soaked… again. “Oh hey Sam… oh, Chloe! Hi!” Becks called out from a table at the back as we walked in, the door shutting behind us. Thankfully, the shop was pretty much empty, which means Chloe can stop feeling so embarrassed about being in a nappy outside. Just Becks, Craig, and a customer who looks… a lot… like… “Dad?” “Hey sunshine,” he replied, before taking a sip of coffee. All three of them were sitting around the same table, so they must have been chatting. So I squeezed Chloe’s hand and walked over towards my friends and my Dad with her. “What are you doing here?” I asked. “Just thought I’d come in and see how the shop is doing… and most importantly, my daughter. You haven’t been in touch lately. I got worried.” “Sorry Dad, been a bit all over the place lately.” “Don’t worry, poppet. I’m not here to berate you for it, I was just worried. You know there’s no pressure to call.” “You know I love our chats, but I am sorry for not making time lately.” “Come sit down with us, Rebecca and Craig were just catching me up with all the latest drama and gossip…” “Really?” Becks started laughing. “As if. We were trying to get embarrassing stories about your childhood out of him, but like always… he’s like Fort Knox.” Dad just grinned as he took another sip. “So…” he said, turning his attention to the girl who was trying to hide behind me. “Who’s this lovely young lady?” “Oh, Dad… yeah… you never met Chloe.” “Chloe? As in…” “Yes, that Chloe. My friend,” I emphasised. “I don’t bite, Chloe…” my Dad replied, laughing. I suspect it's not just shyness, but the fact that her crinkly underwear is making her feel even more anxious, so I turned around and whispered to her, “Sweetie, it’s okay, it's just my Dad. Promise you no one here except me and you know what you’re wearing under that coat.” “H… Hi… Mr Wilson…” Chloe said, slowly coming out from behind my back. “Oh please don’t, Chloe. I already feel old!” Dad laughed. “Please, call me Tom.” “Okay… It’s nice to meet you… Tom…” Chloe replied. “Likewise. It’s nice to finally put a face to a name.” Chloe’s probably worried about the fact that she’s meeting her ex’s Dad, that he probably holds it against her for me causing our breakup. But that’s far from the fact. Dad understands how messy relationships can be. And I made sure to emphasise to him that it was my fault Chloe and I broke up. “Would you like some tea, you two?” Becks asked. I knew that Chloe is already feeling overloaded by her little side, being padded in public, and now she’s meeting someone she’s never met before, so I quickly thought of a way to fix this situation for her. “Chloe, why don’t you go upstairs and get dry, maybe have a look at what you want for dinner? I’ll be up once I’ve had a chat with my Dad and helped Becks close up.” “I… uh…” she replied, still feeling a bit overwhelmed and lost. “Craig, darling?” I called out to him. “Yes?” “Mind helping her? You know where my towels are, right?” Craig and Chloe both know that she knows exactly where the towels are, but I also know she can’t be alone right now, with her feeling fragile. And as I can’t keep her company with my Dad being here, I thought she could do with someone she trusts. “I… umm… sure…” he replied, looking confused. So as he walked over to us, I whispered in his ear. “She’s padded and feeling small, so she’s feeling a bit overwhelmed. Mind keeping her stable and in the headspace just for a bit whilst I chat to my Dad? I won’t be long.” I held out the bag full of stuff that I had grabbed from her apartment, stuff we’d need. Craig smiled at me, then his smile grew when he looked to my side, where Chloe was still blushing and wishing she was invisible. He took the bag before turning his attention to Chloe. “I’d be happy to help. Come on, sweet girl…” he said, reaching out his hand, waiting for her to take it. “I’ll be up soon, okay hun?” I said to her to try and assure her it’s all okay. But I knew that wasn’t enough, so I bent down and whispered in her ear. “Uncle Craig is going to go get you set up with some cartoons upstairs, okay sweetie? Can you be a good girl for him until I come up? I should only be about ten to fifteen minutes.” “Uh… uh huh!” she said, her mouth forming a small smile, before she peaked around us to say goodbye to my Dad. “It… it was nice to meet you finally, Tom!” “Nice girl,” Dad said once I took my coat off and sat down. “Isn’t she just?” Becks replied. “Are you two dating again?” “Me and Chloe? Nooooo! No. Nope,” I replied, awkwardly. “Though they should be…” Becks butted in again. “Shush!” “She’s not wrong…” Dad said, taking me by surprise. Becks used this opportunity to pour me some tea, pushing a cup in front of me. “Huh?” “I can see it on your face.” “See what?” “You’re smitten.” “Pfff. Dad. Shush. No I’m not…” “It’s obvious.” “It is? How?” “It’s the same look your mother had, whenever she looked at either of us or your sister. You had the same look on your face when you looked into that girl’s eyes. That’s love.” “You don’t talk about Mum much,” I replied, feeling the emotions lodged in my throat. This happens every time I talk about Mum. Dad sighed with a sorrowful smile on his face. “It wasn’t great towards the end. I know she wasn’t so great when she was ill. She wasn’t herself. The pain caused her to lash out, reverting to who her parents taught her to be. Not just lashing out at you when you came out… but also me. But back when you were born, when you were a kid, back when things were amazing… she loved you to bits. And me. And your sister. And it was very obvious when she loved someone. That look in her eye, the slight smile… You look a lot like her. Turns out you also do the same thing when you’re looking at someone you love.” “I…” I didn’t know what to say. That he was right? That I love her to pieces and I would do anything to be back with her again? “See! I told you they should be dating. It’s very obvious both of them like each other!” Becks replied, butting in once again. It’s a good job she’s on such good terms with my Dad. “Why did you two break up again?” Dad asked. “I kept the shop thing from her.” “So over nothing?” he scoffed, playfully. “It wasn’t nothing. I lied to her. Pretended everything was okay.” “Like I did with your Mum at the end? You do things to protect the ones you love. Sometimes that involves a little lying. And what about now? She single?” “I mean… yeah… but…” “So why don’t you ask her out? She clearly likes you back, I can see it in her eyes and the way her cheeks turned a new shade of red…” he replied, laughing. “She’s very cute, albeit a bit shy. But then that’s good for you, you’ve always preferred the shy ones.” “Except Cassie…” I grumbled. “Look, I’m not going to comment on my daughter’s love life… but I’m glad you’re not with that one anymore. You’re like your Mum in that you need someone who is a bit more shy and withdrawn. That’s what your Mum loved about me. You definitely got that from me and not your Mum.” “You didn’t like Cassie, Dad?” I asked, surprised by this revelation. “I wasn’t going to tell you, considering you were an item at the time… but no. She wasn’t right for you. She made you miserable. This Chloe though… I remember cooking you that meal for your date with her. The way you talked about her… it was the way I used to talk about your Mum to my parents and my friends. You should ask that girl out.” “But what about-” “But nothing. Forget what should and shouldn’t be. Forget societal expectations. You have one life. You clearly love her, she clearly loves you. Don’t waste time dancing around this fact. Just tell the poor girl how you feel!” I began tearing up. Not because it was nice having my Dad be so supportive of this, and the encouraging words… but it was clear that he misses Mum. He’s never dated since she died, and it’s clear he wishes he had more time with her. He’s not wrong. You never know how much more time you have with anyone. “Anyway, I’ve said my piece. What you do with my little fatherly advice is up to you.” I put my cup down and got up off my seat, walked around to where my Dad was sitting, and bent down, putting my arms around him and giving him the biggest hug. “Thanks Dad. I miss her too.” He took my hand and kissed it in that little way he’s done ever since I was a kid. “I better be off. Rebecca, mind updating me on if my daughter asks this girl out or not?” “Oh Tom, you know I’ll always share Sam-gossip with you!” she replied, laughing, as my Dad put his drink down and began getting up. “Good luck, Sam,” he said, turning to me and wrapping his arms around me for a proper hug. “Maybe next time you cook for the girl I’ll just give you the recipe? Can’t have your Dad cooking all your meals for you…” “Actually, she loves cooking…” “Oh I like her even more!” he joked, as he released me from the hug, we waved goodbye to each other, and I was left in the shop with Becks by my side, hugging me. “You okay, hun?” she asked. I guess even she could tell I was feeling a bit emotional after talking about my Mum like that. “Yeah. I think I have something to do… mind asking Craig to shut the shop with you instead of me?” Becks just looked at me, smiled warmly, and nodded. “Atta girl! Yeah no problem. Go get her!” ====================================================== Told you it'd be special :3 Its finally happening! This was one of my favourite chapters to write. You can probably tell, seeing as its nearly double the length of my average chapters 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! 9 2
Moon3ye Posted February 8 Posted February 8 I know I don't comment as much anymore. Simply because I can't think of any deeper thoughts about the story. But I'm happy about every new chapter. That's why I'm asking where today's chapter is.
BabySofia Posted February 8 Posted February 8 1 hour ago, Moon3ye said: That's why I'm asking where today's chapter is. It's LFP's birthday today! She's running a bit slow today. Should be soon she said! 🙂 (Happy Birthday again!) 1
Moon3ye Posted February 8 Posted February 8 1 minute ago, BabySofia said: It's LFP's birthday today! She's running a bit slow today. Should be soon she said! 🙂 (Happy Birthday again!) Oh, I didn't know that. With that in mind, @LittleFallenPrincess, happy birthday. Good luck, good health, happiness, and everything you wish for yourself (typical German birthday greeting).
LittleFallenPrincess Posted February 8 Author Posted February 8 Chapter 47: Big Bro Bound – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- Chloe “Here we are, a nice big towel for the little’un!” “I… wut?” I replied, my eyes widening in shock at Craig’s tone of voice and the specific words he said. “You…” “Sam told me you’re feeling small. And that you’re padded. And told me to help keep you in this headspace until she’s finished with her Dad. Bit overwhelming being small and padded in public, eh? That mixed with meeting her Dad for the first time… that’s a lot for a little baby like you…” “You… buh… this isn’t your thing. You don’t have to do anyth-” I tried arguing, feeling bad that he was indulging this side of me. “Shhhhhh…” he interrupted me with a very long, drawn out shush, before holding my arms still. “Think of me as your big bro. I may not be a baby, but I can definitely look after my baby sis!” “Buh…” “But nothing, piddlepants,” he said, taking me by the hands and escorting me over to the sofa. “Lets get your hair dried a bit and get you snuggled up on the sofa and we can watch something whilst we wait for your Mummy.” “She’s not my Mummy! She’s just a… umm…” “A friend? Oh hun. We both know that ship sailed long ago. I saw the way you two looked at each other. I think everyone did.” “No. She’s just a friend!” I whined, struggling to believe my own words. “Who did you call when you were having a panic attack regarding a stuffie…” “She told you?” “She was texting me whilst she sewed Amber back together. You have Amber with you, honey? That’s her name, right?” “Uh huh… yeah…” “Let’s have a look then, pull her out!” “She’s… in the bag…” I mumbled. Craig rummaged around the bag he had carried up for Sam and placed next to us on the sofa, before pulling Amber out. “Oh she’s so adorable in her widdle nappy! She’s just like you!” “It’s funny…” “What is?” he asked. “Sam called you ‘Uncle Craig’. But you instantly went for the big brother instead…” “Hey, I don’t feel old enough to be an Uncle. Unlike ‘Auntie Becks’. Fuck… don’t tell her I said that, I’d get the crop on my backside!” I giggled, nodding and smiling, sealing our secret behind my lips. I wasn’t going to get my ‘big bro’ in trouble, I’m no snitch! “Sam did a good job of fixing her. I like the thing she did with her.,” I said, pointing to Amber’s scars. “Oh, the gold thread? Why’d she do that? Do you like gold?” “It’s umm… Kint… kint-something. It’s a Japanese art thingy about not hiding the past, about showing its breakage and repair, to show its history.” “Oh that’s cute! That’s so Sam…” “What is?” “Nerdy and romantic.” “What about that is romantic?” I asked, confused. He just looked at me with his eyebrow raised and his smile growing. “Will you ever forget the history of this stuffie now she has this beautiful golden scar?” “I… no…” “Because you’ll remember this day. When ‘Auntie Sam’ came over to save the day. When she fixed your stuffie and gave it a memorable feature. Something that will always make you remember her.” “You think… you think she did this on purpose?” “Not at all. She’ll have done it because it makes this stuffie special to you. Because it’s a beautiful gesture for a beautiful girl. Maybe she’ll realise later on that she wanted you to always remember her… but I very much doubt she intentionally did this for her own gain. She’s very intelligent… but she’s also clueless when it comes to some stuff, like flirting.” He’s not wrong. Sam… she’s a nerd, like me. And I know she’s bad with secrets and stuff, but she’s never manipulated me like others have. And if she did come to realise this act of kindness will never allow me to forget about her, provided I always have Amber with me, I bet she internalised it like crazy, just as I would do if roles were reversed. “She’s… pretty amazing…” “So why aren’t you two dating?” Craig asked, bluntly. “What? Why? What’s being said behind my back?” “That you and her belong together. That you two are both idiots who never should have broken up.” “She… she lied though… And I… reacted badly.” “She was protecting you. And sweetie, this isn’t me siding with her. I’m not defending her because she’s my friend, I’m impartial. I know she did a pretty shitty thing keeping things from you. I just want what’s best for the both of you. And it’s clear you have a thing for her still. And she totally has a thing for you. I mean, you forgave her for keeping secrets, right?” “Y… yeah…” “And you’re letting her baby you now? And you’re calling her first to fix your problems? And you’re always staring at her when she’s not looking…” “I do not!” I whined, defensively. “No fibbing to your big bro…” he grinned. “Look. It’s so obvious both of you are into each other. So why aren’t you asking her out?” “I… thought it’d be better if she asked me…” I mumbled, avoiding eye contact with my ‘big bro’, twiddling my thumbs. “Why?” “Umm… because!” “Perfect reasoning, as always… for a baby!” “Nuh uh! I just… she’s so lovely and sweet and kind and I broke her heart and I need to make sure she’s forgiven me for breaking it…” “And she’s waiting for you to ask her out so it shows you’re ready to be in a relationship with her again and have completely forgiven her for lying to you all that time ago…” “Really?” “I mean… It's a hunch Becks and I have. And Daniel. And Steph. And the rest of Beck's harem…” “Becks has a harem?” I blurted out. “No, but we like to joke and call ourselves her harem. It winds her up. It’s our group text chat name. She hates it.” I giggled, sounding more little than usual. I’m glad I got to know the real Craig, not just Craig-the-boss-I-used-to-have. That version of Craig was nice, but I must agree with all my kinkster friends… there’s a special bond between kinksters that ‘vanilla’ friends just can’t imitate. The trust and understanding between us… it’s special. Even if you’re not dating, you trust your kinky friends more than you’d trust a vanilla friend. Or at least that’s how I feel, having made a bunch of kinky friends in the past year. “So… she’s waiting for me to ask her out… and I’m waiting for her to ask me out…” “Exactly. So neither of you are in a relationship with each other and you’re both miserable.” “I’m not miserable!” I replied, pouting at Craig. “You’re not happy. That bit is obvious. You can fake it all you want when you walk into the shop, but I see behind that. I’m good at it. I see it with Becks, I see it with Sam, and I see it all the time with you. You’re more comfortable and confident, that’s for sure, but you’re not truly happy. That was until…” “Until…?” “Until you walked in the shop this afternoon with Sam. I knew something felt different as soon as you walked in, but it wasn’t until Sam told me you were padded and feeling small, that I was finally able to put it together. Look, I’m not good with the whole littlespace thing. I have my pup headspace, but no little headspace. But my pup headspace is very important to me, nonetheless. And if I hadn’t been in it for a long time like you and your little side… I’d be miserable. So it was clear you got some proper little time… and it was obvious that Sam was the cause.” “She… she’s pretty amazing…” “And she’s gotten better since knowing you. Look how well the shop is doing! Look at how she stood up to Cassie! Last year there was no chance she’d stand up to that woman, and she was keeping the state of the shop from all of us. But you brought out the best in her, like she does in you. I saw you before you met her, back at that office. You were quiet, sad, shy… you were existing, rather than living. The morning you came in after first seeing her… I saw how much more life was in your eyes.” He’s not wrong. And honestly… It was so nice hearing him talk so emotionally about us. It was nice hearing him so passionate about anything, but the fact that it’s about us… makes me want to try things again. “How do I ask her out though? I’ve… I’ve umm…” “You never asked anyone out, have you?” he giggled, rolling his eyes at me. “...No.” “Right… so here’s what you do…” About twenty minutes later, footsteps started coming up the stairs, so Craig and I went quiet to listen out for whoever was coming up to join us. “Hey kiddos…” Craig and I both looked at each other, giggled a bit, then said “Sam…” at the same time. Because Becks never would’ve called us kiddos. She’d have said ‘Hey sluts…’ instead. “Hey Sam. All done with your Dad?” Craig called out as she walked through the door to the stairs. I looked over the sofa to look at her and was instantly worried a bit, as I swear I could see a bit of makeup running from her eye. Not much, and I doubt Craig noticed… but I did. I just hope she’s okay. “Yeah. We had a nice chat. How’s the munchkin doing?” Sam asked him, not me… which just made me feel even littler. “Your baby has been good as gold.” Then I noticed she didn’t correct him or deny it. She just smiled at me, warmly. “Was Unkie Craig nice to you, sweetie?” she asked me. “Hey! I’m big bro, not Uncle. I’m not as old as ‘Auntie Becks’!” he argued, rather loudly. “I HEARD THAT!” Becks yelled through the building, like a Banshee, making Craig freeze up as soon as he realised the doors had been left open for her to hear us. “...Fuck…” Sam and I started giggling at his misfortune. But not wanting to let him leave without giving him what he deserved… I put my hand on his lap. “Big bro… thank you. It helped a lot.” “Anytime, sis. Now… I better go. I assume I’m helping Becks close up… and then I’m going to get my punishment…” “Oh poor pup… boo hoo…” Sam said to him. I looked at Craig in confusion, so Sam explained it to me. “He loves punishments.” “Ah… eww!” I replied, shaking my head childishly. “I know, you’re too much of a good girl to like punishments.” “What about funishments?” Craig asked. “What are those?” I asked. “The same as punishments… but for fun! Usually for being good.” “So being spanked… for being… good…?” “Oh it seems she likes that idea…” Sam said, grinning at me. “I SAID NOFFING!” It felt like my cheeks were going to burst with the amount of pouting I was doing right now. “Go on then, pup. Thanks for keeping an eye on her. I need to have a chat with her now though.” Craig’s eyebrow raised again. “Good luck… both of you…” “So… what is it that you want to talk about?” I asked, as Sam grabbed a cider from the fridge, bringing one out for me too… then once she placed them on the coffee table she reached into the bag she brought from my apartment and pulled out a baby bottle. “Hey… do I have to drink it from that?” “If you want one, that’s how it’s gotta be, sorry Princess.” That name… oh how I missed being called that by her… it was hitting all the right buttons, making me want to melt. But no… I have a thing I need to do… keep it together, Chloe… “So… a talk? Sounds serious? Is everything okay with your Dad?” “Him? Oh yeah. He just wanted to check up with me, give me a bit of fatherly advice, that kind of thing.” “He seems super nice. I’d love to meet him again, properly next time. Maybe when I’m not padded and feeling small though…” She grabbed a bottle opener from the table and used it to open both our ciders, before opening my baby bottle and pouring it into it. I had never thought to drink alcohol from a bottle, and I was kicking myself for not realising it sooner. “Maybe you will.” “So… talk?” “You sound impatient… I promise sweetie, it’s not a bad talk. It’s not like when parents or a partner says ‘we need to have a chat’.” “It’s not that…” “Oh, do you have something to talk about too? Did you and Craig get into trouble up here?” “Something like that…” “Okay… so you first,” she said. “No, you.” “Sweetie, it’s clear you want to get something off your chest, so you go first.” “No, you came up to have a talk. You first…” This back and forth went on for a little while, before I gathered up the courage to just blurt it out. ‘Take the initiative’... Craig said. ‘Just be open and honest, tell her how you really feel’. So this is me being open and honest… Then both of us at the same time said our things. “Chloe, I really like you…” “SAM WILL YOU GO OUT WITH ME?” ====================================================== Yeah sorry it was posted a bit late today, its my birthday So I've been busy celebrating with a friend and only just got time to edit and post todays chapters. Enjoy, I bet you're all so happy to see this chapter finally come around! 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! 1 hour ago, Moon3ye said: I know I don't comment as much anymore. Simply because I can't think of any deeper thoughts about the story. But I'm happy about every new chapter. That's why I'm asking where today's chapter is. Awwww thank you. I really appreciate that. I love all the comments I get, even the ones that just say you're enjoying it. It means a lot to me. And yeah, it's my birthday today so I've been out celebrating with a friend, only just got back to edit and post todays chapter. Sorry it was a bit delayed today 30 minutes ago, BabySofia said: It's LFP's birthday today! She's running a bit slow today. Should be soon she said! 🙂 (Happy Birthday again!) Thank you again! 28 minutes ago, Moon3ye said: Oh, I didn't know that. With that in mind, @LittleFallenPrincess, happy birthday. Good luck, good health, happiness, and everything you wish for yourself (typical German birthday greeting). Thank you! That's so sweet! 10
Moon3ye Posted February 8 Posted February 8 By all the goddesses. Finally!! Sam finally got it through his head in the last chapter. In today's chapter, finally Chloe. Then they should finally become a cute, romantic, cheesy couple again... please.
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