LittleFallenPrincess Posted March 18 Author Posted March 18 Chapter 58: Ideas Bound – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- Samantha We were nearing the rush hour, and everything was going well so far. There wasn’t too much business, which allowed me to explain a lot more of our processes to Chloe in between serving customers. And honestly? She was a natural. I know she’s very anxious, especially doing something relatively new, but you can see her easing into it and getting a feel for it, much like I had to when we first opened. She’s not used to jobs with customers, she’s only ever worked admin roles, so it was a bit of a shock for her to have to talk to people. But like I said, she’s a natural. The customers seem to love the bookish nature of the girl, often striking up little chats with her and complimenting her on her hair or shoes or outfit. And before you ask… no, she’s not padded. Though maybe one of these days, if she’s only working behind the counter… because I would love to see that. No, actually… What I would love to see is her wearing a maid uniform, thickly padded, as she serves people. The problem with that is consent and vanilla people… Wait… What if my customers weren’t vanilla? What if… we hosted a kinky book club or maybe just a cosy kink chat where we host the thing here after we’ve shut up shop to the public, after hours, maybe late evening? We could do food, tea, talk kink… kinda like a munch… but we could close the blinds and let people be a little bit more openly kinky with stuff like maid uniforms, pup hoods, padding… Right… Samantha… Ask Becks tonight what she thinks about that idea. I bet she’d love it. Maybe we could even host workshops or something, as I know Chloe would probably love being taught more about ropeplay or something, and it’s been a while since we had a workshop at the monthly events. Either way, I think this would be a big hit. I know quite a few people who would probably want to attend from the event. And this way I will get my little padded serving girl. My concentration was broken by a kiss on the cheek. “What are you thinking about?” Chloe asked, holding a tray of cups and small plates in her hands. Smiling at my sweet girlfriend, I didn’t want to give away too much… especially if I’m going to surprise her with the whole cafe maid thing. “Just had an idea for the shop.” “Oh? What idea?” “It’s a surprise. But don’t worry, poppet, it’s a good idea. I just need to run it by my business partner first.” “And not tell your super lovely awesomely sweet girlfriend?” She was using those puppy eyes on me again. The little devil. “My super lovely awesomely sweet girlfriend will find out as soon as I’ve got the okay from Becks, I promise. Especially because you gave me the idea for it.” “I did?” she asked, tilting her head like a confused puppy. I’m not going to tell her it was specifically my lewd fantasies of her that gave me the idea. Not yet anyway. “Yes.” “What did I do? Or say?” “I’ll tell you tonight, poppet. Pinky promise. I think it’ll be fun.” “Your idea of fun is skewed towards the kinky…” she whispered to me. “Yes, and?” She squinted at me, like she was suspicious of my motives… but in a playful way, of course. “So… if we’re not talking about this super secret kinky idea of yours… How am I holding up in your estimate? Am I making too many mistakes? Am I slow? Do the customers like me?” “Sweetpea…” I said, taking the tray from her hands and putting it down on the counter next to me, so I could have full access to her face. “You have been wonderful. People love you here. Stop worrying about meeting targets and being the most productive employee. You’re doing your best, and even that is amazing. You’re not in an office anymore, you don’t have a demanding boss or targets to meet. You have a super sexy, amazing, and lovely boss.” “That I do,” she replied, grinning up at me. I bent down and kissed her forehead. “I love you, babygirl. You’re doing brilliantly. But the most important question is… how are you coping? Is it too much? Too scary? Not enough? Is it too boring?” “I thought I’d be terrified of customers… but they’re super lovely here. Though I don’t think it’s the job that’s the reason, I think it’s the location. If I did this at any chain place I’d be rushed off my feet and people are just nastier and impatient and…” “I know baby, but you’re okay with it so far? Because our lunchtime rush is coming soon, and it gets a lot busier. Remember, if you get overwhelmed, just say. I can handle it by myself if I need to, and you can go upstairs to escape, or maybe just prepare orders behind the counter and I’ll deal with customers. And if you get a bad customer who is mean to you, come tell Mummy. I’ll sort them out, okay?” “I wuv you, Mama…” she whispered, staring up at me with those beautiful, sparkling eyes of hers. I gave her another kiss on the forehead and let her get back to work as I prepped for the lunchtime rush. During said rush, I made sure to check in with her every ten minutes, giving her another little kiss on the head as a reward for doing well, as well as for my own benefit as I wanted so desperately to kiss her properly but this was all I could manage as I was dashing about behind the counter, getting people’s orders ready and she was out collecting plates and cups, wiping down tables, helping customers, and also helping me behind the counter. She was a little star, and she deserves all the forehead kisses and stars on her chart (reminder: set up a little star chart in the back room for her. It’ll be adorable.) for how well she’s doing. “Mama!” she whispered, taking me by surprise, because whilst we’ve been working she’s been calling me Sam, so clearly she was feeling some semblance of littlespace. “Yes baby?” I whispered back. “Umm…” “What is it, babykins? Use your big girl words…” “I… umm… needta go potty…” Now… I know this was mostly just her notifying me that she needed to go use the bathroom so I’d be handling the shop alone for a small amount of time, but what kind of Mummy domme would I be if I didn’t use this opportunity to tease the poor girl? “Do you need help?” Her pouting said it all. I was hitting all the right buttons. But hey, if she can do this job whilst being teased by me… she’s guaranteed the position. Because if she does work here, she’s got to expect teasing by both me and Becks. It’s a job requirement, if anything. “I jus…” “I’m just teasing, duckie. Think you can manage using the potty on your own?” “Uh huh…” she mumbled. “Good girl. Go on then, go use the potty whilst Mummy finishes this job.” She shuffled off, her face bright red, trying to hide it from the customers she walked past as she walked up the stairs to our apartment. Because yes, we don’t have customer bathrooms. Anyone who works here just goes up to my apartment and uses mine, but sadly there was no space in the shop during the renovations for toilets, not even a single toilet, because otherwise I would’ve had to cut out even more of the bookshop part of this place, and I already mourn the half that was lost to the cafe. But we’re open, we’re doing well, and my Mum would be proud of what it’s become. It’s still cosy, still has the same energy as the old shop, and it’s doing a lot better business than when I was running it as just a bookshop. I’m still envious that Mum ran this place during the time when bookshops were still popular, and everyone didn’t just buy stuff online. It’s how she managed to keep this place going and I couldn’t. “Did you wash your hands?” “Uh huh!” she replied, quietly, upon returning. “Good girl. Mind going getting table four clean, baby?” “Can do!” And off she waddled. Not literally, though I haven’t forgotten my idea for the kinky evenings here. I really hope Becks likes the idea, because I think it’d be a lot of fun. Speaking of Becks… The door opened and in strode the little ball of dominant energy that was my best friend, looking amazing as always. “You weren’t coming in until later…” I replied, having taken a breather after the rush had died down. “Craig is fine, he’s doing much better. I just set him up with his anime and promised some time with the flogger tonight and he perked right up. I wanted to come in and see how you’re both doing.” “We don’t need you, actually,” I replied, in a playful way. Thankfully, Becks knows my sense of humour, so she didn’t take it personally, instead she feigned a sad face, with extra added lip quivering. “You don’t? I’m hurt!” “Chloe is a natural. The customers love her.” “So we can have her as our little padded mascot after all?” Becks teased, quietly, but loud enough that Chloe could hear as she walked behind the counter to join me. “I’m not a mascoooot!” she whined, adorably I might add. “Though I do have an idea… that I need to talk to Auntie Becks about. Baby? Mind going checking if everyone is okay so I can have a quick chat with Auntie Becks?” “Fiiiiiine. But you tell me later, okay?” she asked, getting a nod back from me in response. Becks’ interest was piqued, you could tell by the sly smile on her face. And as soon as Chloe was out of earshot again, she leaned in. “What’s this idea then?” -------------------------------------- “YES!” Becks said, maybe a little too loudly, once she had heard the general idea in full. “So you think we should?” “Oh definitely. It’s kinda like a munch and an event combined. We’ll have to set up a space for people to change if they want to though, as we can’t have people turning up in fetishwear at our front door. We’d earn a bad reputation.” “Agreed. We’ll have to come up with a bunch of rules to protect the business and everyone attending,” I replied. “Seriously hun, it’s an amazing idea. Oh I can’t wait for it! And Chloe can serve people in her little padded maid uniform… I can’t wait to see that!” “Me neither. When should we do it?” “How about I get the word out tonight, at the event, gauge what interest there is in it? Then the next event we can actually start selling tickets, with Lydia’s blessing of course. Then shortly after that event we can host our first, see how it goes. Gives us time to plan, get stuff in, prep the shop, figure out the details and those rules. Maybe even get a page set up online for those to sign up or buy tickets.” “You’re really thinking of going all out for it, aren’t you?” I said, smiling at her, “Haven’t seen you this excited since you showed me the plans for the shop.” “Hell yeah I am! I want Craig in a matching maid dress. Or maybe a cute dress.” “Are you suddenly feminising your boyfriend?” “Well every other one of my subs is a woman or at least femme… why not him too? Plus he may have acquired some new kinks… there’s no ‘suddenly’ about it.” “Oh really? Do tell…” “Yes, do tell!” said a cheery, excited little munchkin, who had appeared out of nowhere with the biggest fucking grin on her face right now. Clearly she was listening in to our conversation the entire time. And so for the rest of the afternoon, all the way up until closing, we chatted about potential ideas for the kink event we were planning on hosting. And… how cute Craig will look all dolled up. ===================================================== Don't forget I'm on Subscribestar! Subscribers get 2 weeks early access to chapters, and exclusive short stories (Nessa's Tale is currently the only available one). The next four chapters of my stories are posted on my Subscribestar! ======================================================== I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading them! If you want to read the next 4 chapters, thanks to two weeks early access to my main story and also soon-to-be exclusive access to short stories, why don't you check out my SubscribeStar! Thank you to all my subscribers for their support over the past few years! Seriously, your support means the world to me. 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Disk Posted March 18 Posted March 18 Omg, Sam and Becks are breaking the laaaaaawww! Cafes and restaurants in the UK are required to have customer bathrooms! Which means they must also be operating without a business licence! Ahhhhhhh! SAM IS GOING TO END UP IN JAIL! How will Chloe cope! Can you go to conjucal visits padded!? 1
LittleFallenPrincess Posted March 18 Author Posted March 18 1 hour ago, Disk said: Omg, Sam and Becks are breaking the laaaaaawww! Cafes and restaurants in the UK are required to have customer bathrooms! Which means they must also be operating without a business licence! Ahhhhhhh! SAM IS GOING TO END UP IN JAIL! How will Chloe cope! Can you go to conjucal visits padded!? 🤣I was wondering if anyone would point that out. I knew as soon as I wrote it that it may be an issue and not realistic, but I figured 'no one would realise it!' ...I'll be more careful from now on XD 1
zzzz50 Posted March 19 Posted March 19 21 hours ago, LittleFallenPrincess said: 🤣I was wondering if anyone would point that out. I knew as soon as I wrote it that it may be an issue and not realistic, but I figured 'no one would realise it!' ...I'll be more careful from now on XD I would think that opening a tea/coffee shop with a bookstore where people will linger would create some bathroom issues. May I suggest that a rack of sample packs of adult diapers could be an additional revenue stream for the shop.
deewet Posted March 20 Posted March 20 What started out as a bookstore, but added a little coffee nook with some sweets, is a lot different than a street side coffee shop for customers walking by. Once you have a captive audience inside with seating and are serving drinks and snacks, a need for a bathroom certainly exists. Granted it may suffice to have a single small unisex area, but it still is a requirement not to avoid.
fyunch Posted March 20 Posted March 20 Artistic license lets you make the store bigger for free. Or didn’t you read the fine print on the back of yours?
LittleFallenPrincess Posted March 22 Author Posted March 22 Chapter 59: Entry Bound – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- Chloe “No way!” I giggled at how defensive Craig was getting as we stood in the car park of the building we were soon to enter for the event. Apparently they were getting some last second things sorted to make sure the place was ready for everyone, and so whilst others got back in their cars to stay warm, we huddled close together, the four of us, as we waited for Daniel and Steph to join us. Becks had told Craig all about Sam’s amazing idea to open the cafe late at night for casual kink events. But she also told him what role he’d play… I’d like to think I know Craig pretty well by now. We’re good friends. And even I can tell when he’s feigning disgust. You can tell he’s secretly turned on by the idea of wearing a maid uniform alongside me, having to serve drinks and snacks to guests. Though he won’t be padded like I will be. When Becks and Sam told me the full plan, once Becks was on board with it, I melted. Like my brain switched off and I stared off into space, smiling. ‘Chloe.exe has stopped working’ as Sam put it, the adorable nerd. But ultimately, I am so on board with this. Even the plan for me wearing a maid uniform and being thickly padded underneath. Especially the plan to have fem-Craig helping me. Because he’s got quite a youthful, slightly feminine face already… I think he’d look adorable all dolled up. “Oh come on babe… for me?” Becks teased, using a voice I had never heard her use before. It was kinda weird her being flirty and begging like this, I was much more used to the strict domme who ordered Craig around. But I guess that’s what makes her a good domme, she only does things Craig wants her to do, then she asks him whenever there's something she’s unsure of. He wants to be ordered around and treated like a pup and to please his Mistress, but now they’re trying something new and so she’s asking him if he wants to try it or not. It wasn’t in the agreed upon ‘contract’ they formed, so she’s making sure it’s fine. It’s like a much more casual version of the way Sam does it with me when she’s wanting to try new things with me. With me Sam’s very clear when she asks what she wants to try, but then we’ve not been dating that long and we haven’t played that much together. Hell, I’m pretty sure I’ve played with Lydia more than I have with Sam, and I’ve known Sam for longer. But with Craig and Becks… they’ve been dating a while now, even if it's been on and off, and so they don’t have to be so formal with asking if they want to try new kinks together. Honestly… I’m a bit jealous. I want to be like that with Sam, but I know I’m way too inexperienced with kink in general, I kinda need the clearly defined instructions and explanations before I try anything. Maybe in the future we’ll get there. Before Craig could reply to Becks though, we were interrupted by a familiar face wrapped in a large, long coat. “Sup sluts!” “Hey sweetie,” Becks replied to Steph, who clearly came dressed in her kink attire and chose to just cover it with a big coat, whereas the rest of us had come in various casual clothes, me opting for a sparkly purple dress that Sam picked out for me, along with some gorgeous black heels, Sam was wearing jeans and a tee, Craig wearing cargo pants and a jumper, and Becks looking flawless like always, in her skintight black dress and killer boots with a heel that could kill. Okay… so maybe Becks turned up in her kink clothes too… I’m not sure, as she would totally wear this outside of kink settings. And knowing her she could easily have something even sexier in that little backpack of hers that she’s holding. Either way, we were expecting to change inside, but clearly Steph and Dan wanted to play it a bit more risqué. Then Steph turned her attention to me. “Oh my god, Chloe! It’s so good to see you again!” she belted out. “It’s not been that long…” I replied, awkwardly. “Hun, the last time we saw each other you and Lyds were a thing. Then I go and hear about you and Sam getting back together! Congrats! Seriously babe, so happy for you both! A match made in Heaven…” “Or Hell…” Craig teased. I gave him one single look and he instantly caved, turning red from embarrassment. “What did you mean by that, pup?” Becks stepped in, grabbing him by the chin. “Cus… you know… Sam is the devil…” “He’s just salty because I suggested the kink event we can host, which led to him being signed up to wear a maid uniform…” Sam replied, laughing… which just made Craig look even more blushy and adorable. “So he blames me for his new role.” “Kink event? Craig as a maid? WHEN?” Steph looked like she was about ready to explode from excitement. It was clear no one had given her the news. So whilst Sam and Becks explained their idea to Steph, a very weird thing happened. Dan walked over to me. “So, I heard you-” “And Sam are back together? Yeah,” I said, cutting him off accidentally. “Oh no, that was inevitable. You two are made for each other, it’s obvious. No, little one, what I was going to say…” Okay… so normally a Daddy or a Dom or any kind of guy wouldn’t have any sort of effect on me. But I think the fact that he isn’t interested in me, as he has Steph… and I have no interest in him, as I’m gay and have Sam… that helped make it feel like he really was just talking to me like I was some silly baby or kid. Which, if done by some random creep, I would’ve screamed at them for. But because he’s a friend, albeit not a close one, I was actually melting at the way he talked down to me. “What I was going to say… is that I heard you were working at Bound today. Becks told me all about your shitty job. To be honest, I know you have experience doing admin, so I was going to ask around to see if anyone needed an admin. But then Becks said they were giving you a trial at Bound. I know it’s difficult going from the office to somewhere a bit more hectic, where you’re on your feet all the time, so if you still want an admin job, I’m happy to enquire,” he said, smiling warmly at me. “Actually… I loved it.” I replied, smiling up at the tall, well dressed man. He didn’t seem shocked either, which was nice. He just smiled back. I think his smile even grew a little more. “I… think I may actually put my notice in at work…” “After only one day at Bound? They must have teased you relentlessly…” he grinned at me. “Only a bit.” “Job perks are very worthwhile then?” he laughed. “Very. And it’s easier to get to. And the customers are lovely, even during busy hours. And I don’t have to dress up all smart. And I have the most amazing boss at Bound…” I replied, staring over at my girlfriend, who was getting just as excited as Steph was getting about the whole kink event at Bound thing. “I bet. Well if you change your mind, you’re a friend of mine, so I’m happy to put your name out there. But honestly? I’m glad it worked out. Your current boss sounds like a dick, and you’re better off elsewhere. And want to know a secret?” he whispered that last part. “What?” I whispered back. “I can see how happy it makes both of you getting to work together. That’s rare, usually people are at each other’s throats when they have to work together and live together.” “Oh we’re not living together.” “Not yet. But I imagine it won’t be long before Sam suggests you just stay over to save you getting the bus home all the time… which will occur more and more as the weeks go on…” Wait… Sam… is going to ask me to move in with her? Would I be against that? Nope. Not in the fucking slightest. This isn’t like last year, where I wasn’t even sure if I wanted to be with her or not because of lies and manipulative people and stuff. I’m a lot more confident about my choices and actions. Sure, I’m still an anxious person and I still doubt myself a lot. But me and Sam? I’ve never been more sure of anything. Ever. This woman is the one I want to spend the rest of my life with. I don’t care that we’ve not actually been together that long. I feel it in my heart, and we’ve known each other a while now. I love that woman. Also yes, I think I’m going to put in my notice on Monday. Fuck my boss. Though not in that way. That way is reserved for my new boss… “Right, you can come in now!” Lydia called out to everyone huddled outside in the chilly spring air. “Oh hey guys!” Moment of truth… I guess… “Hey Lyds! All ready now?” Becks replied. “Yup. One of the bulbs went last minute, which caused a fuse to trip or something or other and the place went dark inside and we had to scramble for torches. Don’t ask me, I’m no expert. I don’t know how these things work. I just got Frank to do it all. But we’re back up now!” Lydia went back inside, no doubt to go sit down so she can take payments and do ID checks. They’re very very strict about not letting in people under 18, thankfully, as they really don’t want this to shut down, especially seeing as it’s the last kink event left in the city… apparently. That’s what I’ve been told. Everyone started shuffling in, so Sam walked over to me and grabbed my hand. “Ready, Princess?” “Uh huh…” “Don’t worry, Lydia will be fine with you.” This woman can read my thoughts, I swear it. “Oh hey guys!” she said to Becks and Craig, who had gone in first. “No Lucy tonight?” “She’s busy, sadly,” replied Becks. “Don’t worry, I’ve already made plans to tease her once she’s finished her studying. “Good. Girls need regular spankins, especially that one.” Becks and Craig showed their IDs, paid their entrance fee, waved at Lydia, then walked in through the curtain to the main building. We were next, as Steph and Dan had to hold back a minute to get something from the car that they had forgotten. “Hey Sam!” she said to my girlfriend… Then she turned to me. My heart stopped. My body froze. My mind went into overdrive, panicking about what she was going to say. “Oh hey cutie! It’s been a while!” Eyes widened in shock. “H… hi…” “Still as bashful as ever. Good to see some things will never change. How’re you both doing? I heard you’re back together now! Congrats!” “Y… you…” “Me? Oh hun, are you worried it’d be awkward between us since we broke up?” I looked down at the floor, nervously. “Sweet girl. There’s no problem. We broke up amicably. It’s all great between us.” “See, I told you…” Sam whispered, wrapping her arm around my shoulder, squeezing me gently. “Sorry… just…” I mumbled. “Hun, don’t worry about it,” Lydia said, sweetly. “We’re fine. Back to being friends now, okay? And hey, if you want a spanking from Auntie Lydia at any point, given your Mummy is okay with it, you can just waddle over and ask. I assume you’ll be waddling anyway…” “She’s getting changed into one as soon as we get in,” Sam said, almost a bit too excitedly. “Well you know where the changing room is for that stuff. Have fun you two!” I just smiled and nodded as Sam released her arm from my shoulder, paid for our entry, handed our IDs for checking, then headed through the curtain. But before I could follow her through, Lydia grabbed my arm, looked me in the eyes, and smiled. “Seriously hun. We’re good. No awkwardness between friends, okay?” “...Kay…” I replied… awkwardly. “I’m genuinely happy you two are back together. We had fun together, but that’s all it was ever going to be. And I don’t regret a single minute of it.” “...Me neither,” I smiled at her… feeling a warmth in my heart, happy that we would still be friends. Because Lydia… is fucking awesome. ===================================================== Here we go. Get ready for quite a few chapters of this event. Promise its going to be a lot of fun :3 (Its also some of the kinkiest stuff I've written) Don't forget I'm on Subscribestar! Subscribers get 2 weeks early access to chapters, and exclusive short stories (Nessa's Tale is currently the only available one). The next four chapters of my stories are posted on my Subscribestar! ======================================================== I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading them! If you want to read the next 4 chapters, thanks to two weeks early access to my main story and also soon-to-be exclusive access to short stories, why don't you check out my SubscribeStar! Thank you to all my subscribers for their support over the past few years! Seriously, your support means the world to me. New chapters of my latest story every Wednesday/Sunday! Also just a quick note: I don't mind people saving this story for personal reading. But I'd appreciate it if people didn't post it elsewhere, even if you're just suggesting it to other people. If you want to show others, please send them a link to the first page of this post. And it goes without saying, my story is not to be used in any way to create AI work. Thanks! On 3/19/2026 at 3:14 PM, zzzz50 said: I would think that opening a tea/coffee shop with a bookstore where people will linger would create some bathroom issues. May I suggest that a rack of sample packs of adult diapers could be an additional revenue stream for the shop. Perfect! Maybe they could free up a bit of space for a changing table 🤭 On 3/20/2026 at 10:49 AM, deewet said: What started out as a bookstore, but added a little coffee nook with some sweets, is a lot different than a street side coffee shop for customers walking by. Once you have a captive audience inside with seating and are serving drinks and snacks, a need for a bathroom certainly exists. Granted it may suffice to have a single small unisex area, but it still is a requirement not to avoid. I can't believe the most discussion about my stories in a while is about the legal ramifications of not having bathrooms in a shop. I love it. Maybe I'll go back and retcon it all so they always had a small bathroom. It's funny, because I did originally plan the little backroom to be their bathroom. I'm such an idiot On 3/20/2026 at 9:58 PM, fyunch said: Artistic license lets you make the store bigger for free. Or didn’t you read the fine print on the back of yours? 🤭 12
LittleFallenPrincess Posted March 25 Author Posted March 25 Chapter 60: Bite Bound – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- Samantha “You okay, Duckie?” I wanted to check in with her before I get her into the intended headspace tonight, as that was the first time seeing Lydia since they broke up. Now I trust Lyds, she’s moved on, she’ll be super cool with her, probably trying to make her feel comfortable. But it’s my little Duckie that I’m worried about. She has a tendency to internalise things and blame herself for everything. I wonder why I feel like we’re so similar all the time… “Uh huh!” she replied, staring off into space. “You two good?” She smiled up at me, and not with one of those fake smiles she’s an expert at. I’ve managed to be able to see through those fake smiles she uses whenever she feels uncomfortable but is too anxious or polite to speak up, and this is not one of them. She genuinely did seem happy, you could even tell it in her voice. “Yeah… she’s the bestest.” “See, I told you that you had nothing to worry about. Lydia is cool. You two just weren’t a good match when it comes to some things.” “Yeah… me and her got on well on a nerdy level and a kinky level… but she’s not super romantic or even a Mummy… and then Nat was a Mummy…” “And a manipulative bitch…” I mumbled, maybe a bit too loudly. I promise I tried my best to keep that in and not say a word, but it was just too much. “Yeah… and she wasn’t much of a domme and she hated nerdy things…” “Which she shall be shamed for for the rest of eternity!” I said, in a slightly nerdy, slightly over the top ‘heroic’ speech. I may have put on a little voice too. That made her giggle, so it was worth the stares people were giving me as we walked down the corridor towards the changing room at the back. See, the main changing room where people change into outfits was at the front, where there were some curtains for privacy and lots of mirrors and… no space to change a little one into her nappy. It’s always massively busy, as everyone is trying to change into their fetishwear and kink attire at the same time, and I need a flat surface to lay my babygirl down so I tape her into her nappy for the evening. Hell, even the floor would do, but as it’s so busy that she’d be likely to be stepped on… I’d end up attacking anyone who hurt her. Thankfully, as there are a few littles who attend, and a few medical kink enthusiasts, they set up a mixed area in a tiny room at the back, where they set up what I’m pretty sure is a massage table dressed up to be a medical exam-bench-thing. Look, I’m not into that stuff, and I don’t actually know the name. I just know it’s a changing table for us ageplayers. And if I am quick enough, I can get there before the other caregivers can get there with their little ones. Though I think there’s only a couple of us, most of the littles who attend these events don’t have caregivers, sadly, and they tend to come padded to begin with. “I’m so glad I met you though. You’re the perfect mix of nerdy and kinky and Mummy an… an…” “And?” I teased, trying to make her blush more… which was working. “And… beautiful…” I stopped in my tracks, turned around, and put my hands around her face. Bending down slightly, I slowly kissed those luscious little lips of hers, making her knees go weak in the process, before pulling back and smiling at her, admiring my handiwork at making her a little puddle, standing there, unable to think or do anything. Escorting my little baby through the kink club towards the back, I was relieved to see the changing room/medical room was unoccupied right now, so I clutched on to the changing bag over my shoulder and pulled Chloe into the room as quickly as possible, before someone else got there first. “Right, time to get you changed. Then I’ll leave you with Auntie Becks whilst I get changed into my eveningwear.” That piqued her interest, her eyes widened like a cat when they hear the can of tuna being opened. “What did you pick out?” she asked, with her voice being adorably excited. “Little girls who are patient get rewarded…” I teased, stroking the line of her jaw with my index finger, until it reached her chin. “Yes… Miss…” “Good girl. Now… let’s get you changed, shall we?” I could see her shaking a little bit, no doubt she’s feeling nervous being stripped and changed into a nappy in a place she’s still relatively new to. I know she was here with me that one time, and then a few times with Lydia, but I could probably count the number of times she’s attended on one hand, and even then she’s never been changed here, in this room. So I made sure to take extra care with her, first helping her take off her clothes, bit by bit, until she was standing in front of me, nervously covering up her most sensitive areas with her hands, wearing nothing but her birthday suit. “My beautiful girl…” I said, smiling sweetly at her. Now was not the time for me being a domme, this was ‘very supportive, very understanding, very reassuring girlfriend’ time. Because no doubt she’s feeling extra nervous, so my focus right now is making sure she knows she’s safe. And gorgeous. Because holy frick, if this was a cartoon I’d be making wolf whistles and my eyes would be popping out and my tongue would roll out. Seriously, how did I land such a fuckin cutie? “All mine, huh?” I grinned down at her, lust filling my vision, trying my best to suppress the urges to throw her onto the table, pin her down, and ravish her until everyone outside can hear her moaning. So instead, I bent down and kissed her vulnerable, exposed neck. Slowly. Softly. Tenderly. Then I did something that I knew would make her blush… and claim her as mine in front of everyone tonight. “IS THAT A HICKEY?” Becks yelled out as we entered the room we had rented out for our party of six, with our four friends all sat on their own sofa like usual. “What were you two doing in there? Fucking?” Steph asked, giggling. “I wish…” Chloe said, her face already bright red from when she saw the red mark on her neck in the mirror after I had changed her into her nappy and little maid uniform. You know the ones, the ones popular in Japan. Those ones are so damn cute and so much better than the western style ones. Yes. I like maids. Fuck off if you judge me for it. I just couldn’t wait until the kink event at Bound, the one we are planning, to show her off like this. And figured it’d be a perfect outfit for a middle ground of littlespace and subspace. “Well she looks hot,” Craig said. But before he could continue, Becks grabbed his leash, pulled it up, closer to her face, so he was only inches away from her, and used her best teasing voice, the one that makes him melt every time, “Don’t worry, you’ll look just as hot in yours…” Craig instantly shut up from that point on, he was blushing too much to be able to speak. Pretty sure Becks fried his little subby brain. I wandered over to my usual space on the free sofa, but instead of sitting down, I gently nudged Chloe forward to sit in my place. “Hey Becks? Mind babysitting for a few minutes whilst I go get changed into that lil something I’ve been saving?” Beck’s face lit up instantly. “Happy to! Come here, sweetie, come over to Auntie Becks. You can sit on my lap and fuss with the puppy.” Craig knew what this meant, so he was all too happy to slide off the second sofa, onto the floor, on his hands and knees… but not before slipping on his pup mask and letting out a small “Arf!” to indicate he was fully ready to be a puppy now. Honestly, the fact we have this room to ourselves is the best. I wouldn’t feel half as comfortable out there with everyone else. We occasionally go out there to play later on in the evening, but at least for the first hour or two, whilst we have this room, we chat and do our own private kinky things. Benefits of being really good friends with the management, I guess. I just needed to slip into something a little more uncomfortable, so we can properly start our evening. Especially seeing as we have Chloe in her perfect little maid uniform and nappy, Becks in her favourite black dress and boots along with those gorgeous fishnets, Steph is wearing a gorgeous black lingerie set that looked like it was probably latex along with a matching black harness, Daniel in his usual smart suit and waistcoat that did so much for Steph, and Craig in his pup gear, which consisted of the leather pup mask, some cute harnesses around his chest and his hips, and a very short pair of black denim shorts. There was no top, he liked to show off how toned his body was, and Becks appreciated it, so for the longest time he’s just worn the harness above his waist. Oh and his kneepads, he needs those otherwise his knees would be busted. So here everyone is, making such an effort, waiting for silly ol’ me to get changed into my outfit so we can properly get started. No doubt people want to watch Chloe get a bit of playing with, especially with the spanking bench, and who am I to disappoint? Her jaw dropped. As I was expecting it to do. Wolf whistles came from Becks and Steph, Daniel was grinning and nodding in approval, and Craig was sitting by Becks’ legs, looking up at me, wagging his backside like a good little pup. So I had prepared a little something special for this one. A mixture of some old domme stuff I had and some newer stuff I had ordered in especially, stuff I had kept a secret from everyone, including Becks. Knee-high boots with a heel that could kill (and were a pain to walk in), black latex leggings that I may have needed a little help from Lydia with because they were a pain to get on, and a black leather corset that I swore I would never put on again but hell, it was worth it just to see the face on my girlfriend right now. Honestly, I’m surprised she’s not drooling right now. You could see her begin to eyefuck me as she examined me from my exposed shoulders and collarbone all the way to the boots she just knows she’s going to be humping at some point. I was going to have a lot of fun with this girl tonight… and I was going to be exhausted after taking all this stuff off later. Still, it was worth it to make her evening special. Not going to lie though… I was a bit concerned that I was doing this for the wrong reasons. Because I know Lydia. She doesn’t half-arse anything. She’s a fucking badass domme who I love and respect. Amazing friend. But I can’t help but think about how much Chloe enjoyed being her sub. Am I doing this to try to one-up Lydia? To make Chloe understand I’m just as much of a domme as her ex? Maybe. A little. Kind of. But I also want to genuinely get her feeling subby and maybe a bit little, and I want her time with me tonight to be special. So I’ve gone all out. I just hope she enjoys it. As long as she enjoys it, it doesn’t matter if there was maybe a bit of jealousy buried deep within the reason. Maybe I’m just seeing this as a challenge. Because I’ve not had to be a proper domme in a long time. Maybe I’m rusty. Ugh Sam, you’re starting to second guess everything now and soon you’re going to spiral and you won’t be able to show this girl a fun evening. You’ll be busy on the sofa, feeling miserable, ruining it for everyone as Becks tries to comfort you. No. Be strong. Figure out the reasons later, during a time when everyone isn’t staring at you and when half of them aren’t wishing they were in Chloe’s position right now. ===================================================== Don't forget I'm on Subscribestar! Subscribers get 2 weeks early access to chapters, and exclusive short stories (Nessa's Tale is currently the only available one). 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LittleFallenPrincess Posted March 29 Author Posted March 29 Chapter 61: Timing Bound – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- Chloe Call it. Time of death 8.30pm. Cause of death? Her girlfriend looked too fucking hot and this subby little shit couldn’t handle it. It took me a good couple of minutes to recover from seeing her in her new outfit, the one she had been saving specifically for tonight, before I could even think straight, let alone form a complete sentence. Like… how is someone able to process anything after seeing something so… so… HOT? My little sapphic ass was already melting from having to sit on ‘Auntie Beck’s lap. Now I was trying to process my girlfriend looking like she was a professional dominatrix or something. Not like I have any idea what they actually look like, this is all just my own assumptions and- AH CHLOE THAT IS NOT THE IMPORTANT THING RIGHT NOW. YOUR GIRLFRIEND LOOKS HOT. SAY SOMETHING. IT'S BEEN WAY TOO LONG WITH YOU SAT IN SILENCE NOW. “...hawwwwwwwt…” I mumbled, awkwardly. Way to go. Dumbass. “I think you broke the poor doll…” Becks commented, bouncing me gently on her lap, probably trying to kickstart me again. “I think I did… Well that means she likes the outfit at least!” Sam said, before giggling at me. This just made me blush more. “Right, ready for a fun evening, cupcake?” I couldn’t respond. My brain is still not functioning. So instead I just nodded and smiled up at her with love in my eyes and my body quivering with anticipation. “So, how are you going to begin?” Daniel asked, as if they were examining me and figuring out the best way to corrupt me, like I was some kind of puzzle. Maybe I am a puzzle? If I am, right now I’m a crossword with only one word in it and the letters are already filled in, spelling out ‘horny’. “Ooooh spank her, definitely!” Becks replied. “Spankins good!” Steph said, joining in, excitedly. She knows that she’s not the one being spanked, so she’s feeling a bit more bratty than usual it seems. She’d be quiet if she was on the other end of this. “Spankings are good… but I don’t think we’ll jump straight in with that. We need to work up to them…” Sam said, as she started walking over to where I was sitting on Becks’ lap, before she bent over, looked directly into my eyes, then lifted my chin with her curled index finger so I was face to face with her. “...don’t we, precious?” There goes the few brain cells I had managed to recover. Wheeeeeeeee! “Floor. Now,” she ordered as she stepped back a couple of paces, pointing at the space between her and Becks. Now, despite my brain being on vacation right now, I did exactly as I was ordered. I slipped carefully off Becks’ lap, onto the floor, making sure not to crease or ruin this maid uniform as I did so. And once I was on the floor, I had a feeling I knew what was coming next. Stuff I had tried with Lydia. I wonder how Sam manages with this in comparis- NO! Bad Chloe! No comparing partners. Lydia was awesome. Sam will be awesome. Everything is awesome! “On your knees, doll. And spread those legs.” It was easy to spread my legs, as the thick padding between them already caused a bit of distance between my thighs, so I shuffled into position, with my feet behind me, kneeling down, knees spread as far as I could without it being uncomfortable. The cushioning of the nappy was new to me in this position, as the time I had done this with Lydia I was just in lingerie. Gotta say… not hating it so far. The cushioning from the thick nappy was a nice addition. After that was all done though, I knew what was probably coming next, and because I so desperately want to be a good girl, I jumped ahead a step and put my hands behind my back, looking up at this Goddess in black. The problem was… I don’t think she was happy about that. “...Good girl.” FUCK. Fuck. Fuck. Fucking fuck. She hadn’t asked me. She paused before she said that. I shouldn’t have done it without her instructions. “Next time, wait until I tell you, at least until I’ve trained you, okay Princess?” I could hear the tiniest twinge of hurt in her voice and knew I’d fucked up. No. Not going to ruin the rest of this evening because I didn’t think. I’m going to be the best damn sub for her. No thoughts or mentions of Lydia, no thinking about past experiences, just focusing entirely on her orders and having a good night with her. Then there was a knock at the door. And a face popped in. “Hey guys, are you all okay?” “Yeah, we’re okay, thanks Lyds!” Becks replied. WORST. TIMING. EVER. WHY DOES THE UNIVERSE HATE ME? I swear, it’s like the universe doesn’t want me and Sam to have a good time together at events. The last time we were together here was… when I broke her heart. FUCK. Now I’m thinking of that. “Just a reminder that there’s a birthday celebration for Martin in an hour. May want to pause your play around then, come sing Happy Birthday, then you can come back to your den of sin.” “Totally calling our evening thing that!” Becks called out. “‘Evening thing’?” Lydia asked, confused. Ah yes. Only our group knows about the idea Sam came up with. “Oooooh Lyds, we need your input!” Please don’t invite her in. Please don’t invite her in. It was already awkward between me and Sam just before she walked in, and now you’re inviting my ex in to sit with us? Fuck. Fuck. “I can spare a bit, what’s up?” Lydia said, walking in, wearing a latex skater dress and hi-tops, along with a spiked collar. Which is all so… Lydia. She sat down on the sofa that Sam and I were going to occupy, so Sam took my hand, helped me up onto my feet, then walked over to the spare spot next to Becks, sat down, then proceeded to pull me onto her lap. Wrapping her arms around me, I couldn’t tell if she was just feeling affectionate, wanted to make up for what just happened, or if she was feeling defensive whilst Lydia is here. Or maybe any combination of the three. “Right, so… we have this idea. Well, it’s Sam’s idea and I think it’s fantastic. Now obviously, we don’t want to steal your spotlight but…” “You want to run an event?” Lydia said, finishing Becks’ sentence. “Well… kinda.” “I seriously don’t mind, it’d be nice to have somewhere more than just once a month to do stuff. What kind of event are you planning?” “Well… we were thinking of hosting a kink evening at the shop.” “Your bookshop? I still haven’t visited. I promise I will soon!” “Don’t worry about it, hun. But we were thinking of making it like a normal coffee shop evening but… with kink… if that makes sense?” “Umm… not really?” “Think coffee, cake, snacks, good conversation…” “Like a munch?” “...But with everyone in the sort of stuff they wear here. And talking a mix of kink and vanilla stuff.” Lydia’s face lit up. “This is why you girls are my favourite. That sounds great! So like… a munch… and an event combined?” “Exactly. We’re planning on having little Chloe here, and my lovely Craig here dressed up as maids, serving everyone. We’d have to come up with rules, but everyone could be teasing them, teasing other subs, that kind of thing. We could put some music on, maybe have some workshops there?” “Oh I am fully on board with this. How often would you host this?” I looked up at Sam and Becks, who were looking at each other… clueless. “How about every month, but in between these events? So like your event, then two weeks and our event, then two weeks and your event, that kind of thing.” I spoke up, nervously. “You have such a clever little baby…” Lydia teased, making me blush. “Don’t I know it…” Sam grinned down at me, before squeezing me tightly. “I’m glad you two got back together. Though damn girl… if you thought I was harsh on your backside, you’re going to be shocked tonight…” “No spoilers…” Sam said, warning her for some reason. “Oh trust me, I won’t,” Lydia chuckled. “Have… have you seen her spank someone before?” I asked Lydia. I was already slightly nervous to speak up at this moment, but I was extremely nervous about what words I was using. I didn’t want to get in the way of their friendship, or ruin Sam’s evening with me any more than I already had. “Have I! Hun… who do you think she spanked?” Lydia replied, smiling awkwardly at me. My eyes widened. I looked up to see Sam looking down at me, grinning. “Oh yes baby. Who do you think taught her how to be a domme? Oh… did I never mention that?” Sam smiled menacingly at me. There was a sudden clearing of a throat. “Hey! I was part of it too!” Becks whined. “It was a long time ago, back when I was more of a sub,”Lydia said. “But I wanted to try switching, so… these two lovely ladies gave me a demonstration. I learned a lot about being a domme, and that’s what led me to go from being a submissive to a switch to just a domme.” “Some of which you taught little Chloe here, it seems. Thank you for teaching her how to present herself.” “Oh you’re welcome. Don’t worry, I didn’t teach her that much. You’ve got plenty to teach her still.” The way they are talking to each other… I thought Sam was upset with Lydia because she didn’t get to train me herself. But they’re sounding completely okay with each other, still really good friends. So my head was all over the place and I didn’t know what to believe anymore. “Right,” Lydia said, slapping her thighs and standing up to leave. “Well how about I pop into the shop in a couple of days, I can help you plan stuff, get the invites out, all that stuff? Oh! Do you want to make an announcement tonight?” “I guess we could get the word out early… at least get people prepared, gauge interest, that kind of thing… no big announcement though, it’d detract from Martin’s birthday,” replied Becks. “Well I’m making the rounds anyway, and you were the first I checked in on. Want me to tell people about it and see who is interested?” “Please!” Sam replied. “Well have fun, you lovely lot. I’ll talk to you later. Oh and don’t forget, birthday song later!” Once Lydia was gone, leaving the six of us alone again, Sam squeezed me tighter, burying her face in my hair, her lips gliding over my ear. “Sweetie, it’s okay. I’m not upset,” she whispered softly. “I… I just thought…” I mumbled in reply. “Look, we’re honest with each other now, aren’t we? Completely honest? Yes I was a bit taken aback by you already knowing how to present yourself, as that didn’t even cross my mind, despite how obvious it was that she’d teach you at least the basics. But then I remembered who taught Lydia that. And I remembered how much more there is I can teach you. So… Do you still want to continue, baby?” “I… uh huh…” “Remember the traffic lights?” “Uh huh!” “Good girl.” Sam whispered, before pulling away from my face, bouncing me gently on her lap. “Floor… now, Princess…” I carefully, but hastily slipped off her lap, climbing down to the floor, onto my hands and knees. Turning my padded behind around, being careful not to knock into anything as I did so, I plopped it down on the floor, knees bent, feet pointing back. And this time I waited. “Hands behind your back, I want you to display yourself to me, like you’re just a little doll waiting for her owner to play with her…” Achievement Unlocked: New Kink Acquired. Putting this new discovery to the back of my mind for the time being, I slipped my hands behind my back, resting them together, hand in hand, against my padded butt, before looking up at her. That little smile of hers made my heart so happy, knowing I did well making her proud. “Good girl,” she said, bending forward on the sofa, reaching out her hand so she could touch me. And using that hand, she stroked the curvature of my jaw. Only softly, softly enough to send euphoric pulses through my whole body. “Now… tongue out.” What? Tongue… out? I’m not a puppy like Craig! But doing as I was told… I did exactly that, because I trust her. With all my heart. And I wasn’t betrayed. Because as soon as I closed my eyes and opened my mouth with my tongue hanging out, something was quickly slipped in, resting gently on my tongue, and the familiar feeling caused my mouth to instinctively close around it and begin sucking on the comforting teat. “Now, if that comes out of your mouth, little girl, you’ll be in a whole heap of trouble.” “Twouble?” I replied, quietly, my reply being muffled and distorted by the silicone teat that was really making me feel quite little right now. But no… that’s not what she wants, is it? She wants to play with the grey area in between my two headspaces. That’s when I saw it. Just a little wink. Does this mean she wants me to spit it out? To fake being a brat? Because I’m not very good at playing the brat, I quickly found out early into my discovery of all things kink. I’m too much of a good girl. But if she’s asking me to brat… then that’s just me being a good girl… right? There was something at the corner of my eye, moving, so I quickly looked over to see Becks trying to silently mouth something to me. Pretty sure she’s telling me to ‘Do it’. …So I did. ===================================================== 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 April 1 Author Posted April 1 Chapter 62: Pathetic Bound – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- Samantha And here we find our heroine in her latest predicament… over her girlfriend’s lap, her bare arse on full display to her closest friends, wiggling her little legs because she’s scared about the impending punishment she had earned herself. Me… I’m just glad she got the hint that I wanted her to spit her dummy out to earn this. Because otherwise I would’ve had to get inventive, because that girl is way too well behaved to earn herself punishments, I’d have to rig the game or just punish her anyway, which just feels bad. Thankfully she got the hint, and I pulled her over my lap with ease, pulling her nappy down so it was around her knees. Not going to lie… I’m still a bit thrown off by her automatic pose earlier. I don’t know why I hadn’t thought that Lydia would have taught her that. But no… not making a big deal of it. Just… need to figure out where I’m going with this. Because I had this big plan, this big scene… and everything has gone off the rails and I’m not entirely sure what I’m doing. Dommes are supposed to be these cool, controlled, collected beings that can perfectly adapt to any situation and tame even the most savage brat. At least that’s what subs think a lot of the time. In reality… I’m just as lost and nervous as the sub currently over my lap. I can come up with all manner of fantasies and scenes when I’m alone, with a notepad, relaxed and comfy… but as soon as I get into character… there’s a 50% chance I’ll wing it because I forgot everything I planned. Externally I’m performing well. I’m acting strong, cool, dominant, confident… Internally I’m hitting all the buttons in my brain hoping one of them turns the domme mode on. But she seems to be having fun, despite calling out for one of the others to save her from her punishment. She knows full well she can stop this instantly if she just says yellow or red, but she doesn’t want that. It may sting her bare backside, but she’s loving every second of it. She wants this to continue until she can’t sit down for the rest of the night. And what a night I have planned… or… had planned. My head is all still a bit scrambled, so I am mostly winging it at this point. But I know that I want her to pose a little, as I did notice how her face lit up when I called her a doll. I enjoy dollification as much as the next girl, but knowing that it pushes her buttons even more and that I may have found a new kink that she didn’t even know about? Hell yeah I’m going to push those buttons. A lot. Spanking is fun, but it's kinda generic. I want to do something special. I originally wanted to play with both her little and her subby sides… trying to come up with some middle ground. And I think I’ve got an idea… but it all depends on how much she’s into degradation. She’s extremely sensitive (and no, I’m not saying that in a bad way, I love how sensitive she is!), so I’m worried she may take it a bit too hard and not enjoy it. Or… she could be a repressed humiliation slut. I guess we’ll have to find out. But first… I need to test the waters… actually no. With her I think I’m better off asking her plainly if it’s something she’d be okay with. She may need a bigger reminder that I’m only going to be playing and that I love her to bits. So swat after swat on her backside, making her cry out in pain, her gorgeous little legs kicking in reaction to her cute little bum turning red… I let her enjoy this, as much as our little group was enjoying watching it. I could even see Becks’ eyes widening in wonder. But once I decided it was over, as I didn’t want to exhaust her too quickly, she whined a little, still in tears. “Bravo!” Daniel said, as he began to applaud. I wasn’t sure if he was applauding my skill or Chloe’s tolerance. I awkwardly pulled Chloe’s nappy back up, making sure it was back on properly, before helping her off my lap and back on to her knees. But not before grabbing her hands and squeezing them, making her look me in the eyes. “You are such a good girl for that. You did really well, you know that?” She blushed, tears streaming down her cheeks, her makeup running a little. She looked fucking gorgeous and I wanted to kiss her so badly right now, but no… she gets all the cuddle time and kisses she wants later. Right now… we better continue the show. “Sweetpea?” I said, pulling her closer to me, so I could use a softer tone of voice with my sensitive little girl. “Y… yeah?” “Now… Mummy wants to try some fun things. But I don’t know if they’ll be fun for you. That’s why she wants to try it.” “Wh… what things?” she asked. “Have you ever been into humiliation?” “I… umm… no?” “Would you like to try?” Her eyes looked past me, at the sofa, staring a hole in one particular spot as she contemplated the offer. “...Uh huh…” she mumbled, a smile forming in the corner of her mouth. “Now baby, Mummy is going to be mean, okay? But none of what she says is personal, none of it is an actual jab at you. It’s purely just putting on an act and teasing you. But I may be quite mean. I’ll start off light, and see if you’re okay with it. If you’re okay, we’ll go a bit further, and a bit further. As soon as you feel uncomfortable, you use yellow or red, okay?” “...Yes Mama…” “Good girl.” I kissed her hand, before releasing them both. “Humiliation time?” Becks asked, as if she could read my mind. I took a deep breath. I needed to prepare myself. I don’t like being mean… but I’m good at playing mean. And I enjoy a scene where I get to be like this. But it does mean I have to get into my own headspace for this… because there’s no way in Hell I’d be able to be this mean normally. Now… Everything I needed for my plan was in the changing bag I brought with me. We’d start off simple at first… “I think so,” I replied. “Because I think she’s forgotten what she really is. She’s been acting too much like an adult.” Chloe’s eyes widened. She knew there was no backing out now (well… there was, and she knew that, but you know what I mean!), and she knew she was in trouble. “Oh I agree…” Becks added, playing along with me. I can always trust Becks to back me up in a scene. “She’s getting way too big for her britches. I think you should knock her down a peg or two… into her rightful place.” “W… what place?” Chloe asked, nervously, as she looked towards Craig for support… only to find him grinning just like Daniel and Steph were doing. “Oh honey…” I began. “You don’t think you’re a big girl, do you?” “I… sometimes?” “See, Becks? See how bad it’s got?” “Good job we caught it early,” Becks replied. “Caught what?” Chloe looked nervous. But not in the way she’d get nervous having to talk to someone new, or the way she gets genuinely nervous doing something that is genuinely scary to her… but the way she gets whenever she knows she’s going to enjoy whatever is coming next… and she’s going to feel guilty for enjoying it. “Honey… Do you really think you could fool me? We all know how small…” Here we go… time to test the waters… “...And pathetic you really are…” I waited a couple of seconds to try and judge her reaction. If it’s genuinely negative, I slow things to a crawl or most likely stop. If it’s a bit mixed, I’ll be a bit lighter on her, as not everyone enjoys being degraded… …But no, it was the third outcome. And I knew exactly what buttons to press now. It made me so happy that she was reacting well to this, because whilst I prefer to play the ‘soft’ Mummy most of the time… there still exists within me the need to be mean… like really mean. Cassie never responded well to this side of me, she didn’t like any aspect of my domme side, and every other little I’ve played with could handle maybe a bit of it, but that’s it. Never had a partner that I’ve been able to open up fully with. But by the drool slipping down her chin, I could tell she was drifting into a new headspace of hers… and I was excited to play with it. “As if anyone could ever look at you and think of you as an adult…” I began, trying to not jump in feet first… I needed to dip my toe in, she’s new, after all. Her eyes widened in response, and my heartbeat quickened. This was all so exhilarating. I had this gorgeous, wonderful, amazing new little toy to play with… and she was all mine. “Clearly it was a mistake to think I could trust you to clean anything, when you can’t even keep your pamps clean…” I was playing on the fact I had dressed her in the maid uniform, and it was working brilliantly. I hadn’t planned on going down this plotline, I had dressed her up in the uniform because I desperately wanted to see her in it, not because I had meticulously planned everything. But it worked out brilliantly. Gave me a perfect little scene opener, and it was definitely working by the look on my girlfriend’s face. “I… I…” Good girl. You’re doing really well. Keep it up. “I… can… Ma’am…” she mumbled, nervously. There we go. Perfect. I knew she could do it. “So if I were to check you, you’d be dry?” I asked, raising my eyebrow at her with the most serious expression on my face. Her eyes widened again, telling me all I needed to know. Brilliant. I raised my hand, finger extended, then using it, I instructed her to shuffle closer. She did so without a word being said, one knee in front of the other, not breaking her submissive pose in the process. Unf… I’m so proud of her right now. Using my foot, I put the end of my boot under the hem of the maid uniform… and lifted it up. “Oh I think someone was fibbing…” Becks said, grinning at the girl who was blushing redder than a tomato at this point. “I… I was…” “You were dry,” I interrupted. “Just like you were a big girl. But clearly you can’t do either of them now. That’s okay, you weren’t a very good maid anyway. I have a much better position for you.” Here we go… time to step it up. I know she’s shown her bare backside to everyone here, and we’ve talked about this kind of thing in the past… but I was going to push her a little bit further than she’s been… and I had to be ready for either outcome. Either she loves it and we continue with this scene, or she reaches her limit and we stop instantly and cuddle. So let’s begin… “Right. Let’s get that maid uniform off you.” I stood up, getting off the sofa, walking slowly around my girlfriend, trying to get behind her so I could help her out of the uniform. “You’re much too little for such a big girl job or uniform… so let’s… just…” I undid the button at the bottom of her neck, before unzipping it. And before she could do anything or say anything, I whisked it off her, leaving her in just her bra and nappy, white stockings and heels. She tried covering herself, so I tapped her arm, reminding her she is supposed to be posing for me, to which she instantly remedied it. After neatly folding the uniform on the spare sofa, I walked back around, looked my girlfriend in the eyes, and bent over. “What colour?” I asked, quietly. I know it kinda breaks the scene a bit but with this being her first time for this kind of play, and given the fact that we haven’t actually been together all that long, I needed to play this safely. Especially when we’re doing this in front of others, even if they’re close friends. “Green, Miss…” “Good girl. Now… let’s get that silly little bra off. Babies don’t wear them…” Oh how I wish cameras were allowed at events just this once… just to capture that face of hers right now. ===================================================== Don't forget I'm on Subscribestar! Subscribers get 2 weeks early access to chapters, and exclusive short stories (Nessa's Tale is currently the only available one). The next four chapters of my stories are posted on my Subscribestar! ======================================================== I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading them! 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LittleFallenPrincess Posted April 5 Author Posted April 5 Chapter 63: Canvas Bound – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- Chloe You can do this. You can do this. Chloe… you can do this. Who cares if you’re naked from the waist up in front of five other people, one of them being your girlfriend? You’ve dreamt about this. You’ve fantasised about it. Hell… you fucking came to this fantasy. And that was a lot of fun too… So what’s the big deal? Just let go of your boobs, put your hands behind your back like the good little slut you are, and present your boobs to everyone. Do it. Go on. Your girlfriend already took your bra off for you… as well as those heels and stockings. Leaving you in only a nappy… And she won’t be disappointed by you reactively covering your boobs with your hands, but you are expected to let go now… Come on babygirl… Come on… I trust everyone here, and hey, it’s just boobs, right? It’s not like I’m going to be fully naked, as I’m pretty sure she’s going with a ‘forced regression’ kinda thing, which means I’ll be staying padded. Not that that isn’t an issue… but I’d also be entirely okay with being changed in front of everyone here. Fuck. When did I get so kinky? It’s been nearly a year and I’ve gone from this nerdy little chaste girl who had never even considered herself having a fetish before… and here I am, being forcibly regressed by my girlfriend, mostly naked in front of a group of my closest friends, in a soggy nappy of all things! And what’s worse? Is that I am so… damn… horny… right now. I swear if she orders me to hump her boot and edge… there is no way I’m going to be able to manage that. I will cum. “Good girl!” Sam called out as I put my hands behind my back, posing just like I was before. “She’s so adorable. You bagged yourself a little cutie, Sam!” Daniel said, with his girlfriend nodding happily alongside him. “Awoo!” Craig called out, making me blush even more. Becks… was unusually quiet, as she just stared at me in silence, grinning. “Now, colour?” asked Sam. I appreciated the check ins, because this was all very overwhelming. Her checking in occasionally didn’t break the scene or ruin any kind of headspace, if anything it made me feel more at ease, because she genuinely cared how I was doing through all this. I’m glad we got back together. Whilst I loved Lydia, and Nat was… a learning experience… Samantha… She is special. I love her. I trust her. She makes my heart happy. And now it looks like she’s going to make my body and mind happy too… “Well it looks like this is a good canvas to start with. But clearly you’re still too big. Look at you… you’re not even drooling… yet.” It was that ‘yet’ that made my heart skip a beat, and my body and mind melt. Then she pulled up the changing bag onto her lap, the same changing bag she was being extra secretive about before, back in the apartment. The same one she was adamant that I was not to look inside whilst she was changing me into a nappy in the changing room. Just what evil thing did she bring? As she pulled out the first object, my heart stopped. As she pulled out the second, my body froze. As she pulled out the third thing, my mind went blank. But it wasn’t until she pulled out the fourth thing that my body and mind snapped back into the present and I could feel myself already getting wet. …Sorry, more wet. There’s no way I’m going to survive tonight. Tell my Mum and Dad I love them… and that I died doing innocent, pure activities. Sam can have my stuffies to remember me by. And tell Smudge I love him. “I think you broke her…” Becks giggled. “Oh dear… that’s okay, I’m good at playing with broken dolls…” Sam replied, making a tiny bit of drool escape the corner of my mouth, right behind my dummy. “Colour?” “GREEN!” I blurted out, very loudly, making everyone laugh, including Sam. All their laughter combined made my face feel like it was burning. “I guess she likes this idea…” “I wonder what gave you that feeling?” Becks joked. So the first object was used first, the pair of mittens and booties. They were purple too, my favourite colour. See, it’s things like remembering my favourite colour that make me feel all warm and gooey inside. Speaking of warm and gooey inside… that was coming up soon. But once the mittens were on my hands, and the booties on my feet… I found they limited my ability to use my hands. Great. More helplessness. As if I wasn’t already massively turned on right now. “They look perfect! Now… I think she needs a matching…” And here’s item number two… “...bonnet!” Sam flung the bonnet over my head before I could react, pulling the ribbon under my chin and tying a cute little bow. I must have looked ridiculous. But not as ridiculous as I was about to look and feel… Next came the bib. But this one was new. She must have bought this specifically for the event. And I swear… I’m going to get her back for this. “Sewiouswy?” I sighed, giving her the most unimpressed look I could muster. “I think it’s perfect…” Steph replied. “Of course you do!” So it was a purple bib, matching perfectly with the booties, mittens and bonnet… but this one had something printed on it. It had what looked like a loading bar (remember, I was reading this upside down, as by the time I could get a proper look at it, it was already tied around my neck, barely covering my exposed boobs. And above the loading bar… it said ‘Nappy loading…’ Sam didn’t say a word, she just grinned at me. Partially because she knew I was loving every second of this treatment, and partially because she knows I saw the last thing she pulled out. “Ready, baby?” she finally spoke up, once everyone’s laughter had died down. I rolled my eyes and blushed, before nodding in defeat. But then again… if she wants this to end quickly, and it will, considering how horny I am… then that’s up to her… She grabbed the object then bent over and slipped the hand with it down the front of my nappy. After a bit of arranging, making sure it was snug and comfortable… she pulled her hand back out, used a baby wipe to clean her hand that was covered in baby powder and lotion… and then grabbed an accompanying item… We stared at each other. The feeling in the room was tense. Everyone was waiting with bated breath… …Until Sam opened her mouth. “Let’s see if we can get the pathetic little toddler to fill her nappy…” That alone was nearly enough to send me over the edge, but when she flicked the device on using the remote control, the item in my nappy started vibrating… and I went flying over the edge… so far past the edge that I couldn’t even remember what the edge felt or looked like, it was just a speck in the distance behind me. It even caused me to spit out my dummy in reaction to the intense feeling in my nappy. I swear everyone outside this room could hear me moan as my body writhed about on the floor, and I was unable to control my body or my words, as the vibrations caused a pulse of ecstasy to flow through every inch of my body. I’m pretty sure everyone in this room was reacting in some way. I could make out a bit of giggling, and some words… but I couldn’t focus on anything but the mind-shattering orgasm I was about to have and the vibrations running through my body. Whatever toy she had put in my nappy was working brilliantly. There was no denying that. I was just disappointed that it wasn’t going to last long, considering how horny I was right now. Or at least that’s what the back of my mind is thinking. The majority of my thoughts are just moans at this moment in time. “Oh she’s close…” I could feel it getting stronger and stronger… and I tried holding out for as long as possible, trying my best to make this last, as I didn’t want it all to be over so quickly. But there was no fighting it. Fists were clenched. My whole body was quivering. I was panting and moaning and there was no force in the universe about to stop me from making a mess in this nappy. …Except Sam. I was so close! Unbelievably close! So damn close to the most mind-blowingly amazing orgasm of my life! AND SHE TURNED THE DAMN THING OFF! WHY? WHAT EVIL IS THIS? In my mind… I was screaming obscenities. In reality… I looked at my girlfriend, in stunned silence, as my body slowly came down from its previously horny state. And all she did… was grin at me. “I warned her… and she thought that I’m the meaner domme…” Becks whispered to Daniel. “When she was dating the damn Devil the whole time…” Looking up at Sam, giving her my best hurt-puppy eyes, I was moments away from begging her to turn the toy back on. But I could see it in her eyes… she was immune to them right now. Any other time, she’d give in. She always does. She’s a big softie. But now… in this headspace… I could see that I have no power against her. She really was going to leave me in this squirmy, horny state. And she was loving every second of it. “Good girl…” was all she said, as she picked my dummy up, gave it a wipe, then popped it back in my mouth. GOOD GIRL? I’m the GOODEST GIRL for having to deal with this injustice! This cruelty! This... evil! “Maybe if you’re a good enough girl over the course of the night… maybe I’ll let you finish…” There it was. Just that little glimmer of hope. Oh she was good. And I thought Lydia was mean… I genuinely thought Becks was the mean domme out of the two of them, but clearly I was wrong. Am I sad about that? Pff… hell no. Am I frustrated because I was just seconds away from a mindblowing orgasm? YES. But if there’s a chance I can earn that tonight… I will… “Now, my little slut…” Okay… this is just overkill, Sam. I’m already melting and subby for you right now, you don’t have to reinforce it… but at the same time… please continue, Mistress… “You’re going to be a very good girl for us tonight. No fussing, no complaining, no whining. Got that?” I nodded along in agreement. “Especially when you’re on our laps…” Daniel said, taking me by surprise. I looked at Sam, then at Becks, wondering what their plan was. Becks just looked at me, smiling. “Of course we all want to give the baby some attention.” This was all so much for me. “So whilst Craig is going to have some fun now… once Daniel has gone and gotten the spanking bench from the other room… Uncle Daniel and Auntie Steph are going to give you some attention!” Sam explained. It was only fair, I guess. I can’t expect the whole evening to be about me. We’re a group here, and we take turns. Craig has been such a good little pup waiting there as I was being teased, it’s only fair he gets some attention from his girlfriend. And it’s not like I’m getting nothing… I’m going to be on ‘Uncle Daniel’s lap… which is humiliating. Especially when I’m going to be teased by him AND ‘Auntie Steph’... which considering how submissive she is… is even more humiliating. If anything, that’s the most humiliating part about the whole thing. “Then when it’s their turn to play, Auntie Becks will get to tease you on her lap…” Becks replied, grinning at me, making me tremble in place. But the thing is… Becks seemed less intimidating now. Or maybe it’s just that Sam is now more intimidating than her… so Becks’ level of intimidation hasn’t changed but it seems lower thanks to Sam… So Sam is just a lot scarier now, in a good way, but Becks is the same as always. Chloe… Babygirl… …Shut up and let the scary domme play with you. ===================================================== Don't forget I'm on Subscribestar! Subscribers get 2 weeks early access to chapters, and exclusive short stories (Nessa's Tale is currently the only available one). The next four chapters of my stories are posted on my Subscribestar! ======================================================== I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! 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LittleFallenPrincess Posted April 8 Author Posted April 8 Chapter 64: Home Bound – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- Samantha She looked so fucking cute and happy and adorable and perfect and so many other things that I could spend the rest of the evening just listing them. It made my heart genuinely happy that I was able to get her to open up like this, to make her submissive and little sides merge together to really enjoy tonight. And hey, I think she’s picked up a few extra kinks tonight too, which I am one thousand percent going to take advantage of in the near future. I was feeling rather needy at this point though. It had been a good while since I made her get so close to the edge, only to pull it away from her at the last second, and since then she’s been blushing like mad after being held by Daniel, Steph, and Becks. Craig had been ordered to stay on the floor the whole time, he’s in full subby pup mode tonight so he can’t tease or look after a baby on his lap. All three of my non-pup friends were fussing over her like the little baby she is, and Chloe looked like she was genuinely enjoying every second of it. It was the right amount of humiliation and teasing, the right amount of babying… and it brought out all her cutest sides. I think she’s really into forced regression, so I definitely have to explore that more with her, probably at home. Home… Maybe… maybe I need to take the next step. Maybe we’re ready, despite it being a relatively new relationship. Because she deserves to call it home too… but maybe it’s a bit too early to ask her to move in. I love the idea of her calling it home though, I love the idea of us calling it our home… where we can do all the fun kinky things we can come up with. I could at least give her a spare key though… No Sam. Later. Good idea, but do it next week. Tonight is just about spending time with each other, as a dominant and a submissive, enjoying all this fun with our friends, trying out new things and exploring her different sides. Plus it’s been too long since you had your baby close to you, your friends have had her most of the time, and this is the first time you’ve been to an event together since… well since that time where we let other things take over and interrupt our fun. Right now you have no worries, no fears, no things being kept secret from each other (or at least I hope she isn’t keeping any secrets from me), and you’re just free to relax and enjoy yourselves. So get your damn baby back and kiss that neck of hers! ----------------------------------------------------------------- After a fun-filled evening of all manners of kinky fun… we were all a bit tired. It was nearing midnight, and the event was due to end very soon, so after Craig had had one last spanking on the bench, after Steph had stretched and recovered after being tied up in rope for so long, and after I had edged Chloe one last time using the remote control to the vibrator in her nappy, making sure she was as pent up as possible… We finally called it, especially as the event was wrapping up. Everyone had had a lot of fun, everyone was exhausted, and everyone but Chloe was satisfied. Chloe was satisfied with how the evening went… except for that one obvious something she missed out on. We brought the three submissives out of their headspaces slowly, to make sure the sub-drop was as gentle and gradual as possible, before heading off to various rooms to change into our street clothes. I escorted Chloe to the changing room, as we were some of the last people left at the event, so we had plenty of time to sort ourselves out. I mean it helps that Lydia lets us stay whilst they’re clearing up (which we offered to help with, by the way! She insisted they were fine though), so once we got into the changing room I put all the focus on my babygirl. “You have fun tonight, sweetpea?” “Uh huh…” she mumbled. “You don’t sound so sure…” Then she grumbled a bit and lowered her voice. “I didn’t get to cum…” “That didn’t sound very little of you, sweetpea…” “Buh I’m not little now! We stopped that…” “Baby, you’re always little to me. My perfect little Princess!” I could see her brain start to melt a bit, and I had to be careful. A bit of teasing is okay, but I can’t be pushing her in and out of headspaces all evening, it’ll mess the poor girl up. “Buh…” “So what were you not allowed?” I teased her, trying to make her say the embarrassing word she really doesn’t want to say right now in fear of her cheeks turning bright red. “C… c…” “You can do it, sweetpea…” “...Cummies…” “Good girl! And no, you weren’t. But… because you were such a good girl… Mama wouldn’t leave you hanging. You just have to be an extra good girl and wait a bit longer, okay baby? Then Mama will make you feel really good.” Her face lit up. “Really?” “Mama keeps her promises, doesn’t she?” “Uh huh!” “So come on, let’s get you changed, then Mama will get changed, then we can drive home.” She started giggling. “What’s so funny, little one?” “Home… it’s nice when you call it that.” “Well it is. Not just mine, now.” “Huh?” “I was thinking about offering it sometime next week… but how about I give you a key to my place? Then you can stay whenever you want, for however long you want. No moving in or moving out of your place, no commitment needed. Just… I think it’s our home.” Her smile said it all. The nod afterwards confirmed it. And as she went to take the top tapes off her nappy, I slapped the back of her hand lightly, as a little warning. “Wha?” “No, you’re staying in that.” “Buh I’m soggy!” “And?” “Are you gonna change me then?” “Nope. Now let me get these mittens and booties off you…” After much fussing about, getting the silly baby dressed and ready to go home, and after much staring from the little tyke whilst her Mama was getting undressed… we headed out to the carpark, where our friends were all waiting for us. “Have a good time, cutie?” Becks asked Chloe. Chloe didn’t reply, she just nodded and smiled, burying her face into my chest, trying to hide her blushing cheeks. “Good, it looks like you definitely had fun.” “She’s still fussy though,” I replied. “I bet I know why… I have a feeling I know what your plan is. So… have fun… but be careful!” “I’ll see you tomorrow, nice and early. And Steph? Dan? It was so lovely seeing you again. Lemme know what days work best for you when we’re sorting out this kink evening at Bound.” “Will do!” Dan replied, his arms wrapped around his very sleepy girlfriend. “I better get this one home before she falls asleep. It was lovely seeing you all! Especially you, Chloe, it’s nice that you’re in our little group now. You belong here.” Chloe didn’t remove her face from my boobs, instead she just shot out a thumbs up in Dan’s general direction, earning a laugh from everyone. And after that… we all got in our cars, ready to head off to our homes, after an exhausting but amazing night together. Chloe went to get into the front passenger seat, but I quickly instructed her to get in the back. She didn’t understand why, but because she’s a very good (and very tired) girl, she did as she was told and climbed in the back. What surprised her even more was that I came over and buckled her in for her. This made her cheeks bright red, which was adorable, and I shut the door, making sure I had my keys and my other things that I needed for the drive home. In. Seatbelt on. Start car. Check babygirl is safe and secure and unsuspecting. Perfect. Now let’s have some fun. I pulled to the edge of the car park, before stopping. Chloe thought I was just being extremely cautious, despite no traffic being on the roads at this hour. What she didn’t know, until the last second… was that I was finding the remote. The moans coming from the backseat were beautiful. And I pulled out of the car park, watching my girlfriend moan and write around in pleasure in the back seat as the vibrations sent her over the edge. I promised her I’d let her have cummies. I just never said when… or how many… So this is going to be a very long, exhausting car ride home for her… ----------------------------------------------------------------- “How do you feel, babygirl?” I asked, in my sweetest Mommy voice, as I parked the car into one of the few remaining spaces available. No instant reply, only a mix of heavy breathing and panting and groaning. Mostly because I had only turned the vibrator off as we pulled onto the last road before the car park near my shop. So she had been going for a while. “HOW DO YOU THINK?” “Well it sounded like you enjoyed yourself…” I teased, hoping I hadn’t pushed it too far. But then again, I trust her to use her safe words to stop at any point. “So I’m going to ask… colour?” “Yellow.” Right. Now we have a problem. I turned the engine off as quickly as possible and turned around to see my girlfriend looking absolutely drained, like she had been strapped to a sybian for hours. “Are you okay? What’s up?” “I’m fine…” she said, breathing heavily between words. “...I just… can’t do… anymore… for… a while…” “Everything else okay?” “Everything is great! Loved it… just… no more… please…” she panted, with the biggest smile on her face. “Don’t worry, my angel. We’re home now. So how about no more subby girl tonight, just me and my baby? We get you home, get you all snuggled up and bundled up in the duvet, and we watch something whilst I give you all the love and praise you deserve for being such a good babygirl tonight?” “Sounds… good…” she smiled sweetly at me. “You’re okay otherwise?” “I may need a change first…” “Oh that was non-negotiable, sweetheart. Now, let Mama take care of you.” An hour of pampering and aftercare will do her the world of good, especially as sub drop will start to kick in soon. The forced orgasms on the car ride home only delayed it, and I want to make it as easy as possible for her. Because she really has been so good tonight. I pushed her further than she’s been before, but made sure not to cross any limits, and she responded well. We’ll have a proper talk about it tomorrow morning, but for now, it’s late and this little tyke needs a change, to get some warm milk in her little tummy, and to get snuggled up in bed with a bedtime story from her Mama. “You okay, precious girl?” I asked, as we snuggled together on the sofa, with me sat up normally with my feet up, and her lay across the sofa with her head on my lap, looking up at me. I had a baby bottle of warm milk in my hand, watching as she slowly suckled from it, whilst she looked more at peace than ever. And it made my heart so happy to see her so comfortable and happy here with me like this. And yes, her nappy was changed into one of the thicker ones available, as she’s going to be too exhausted to get out of bed in the morning to use the bathroom, so that will save her from any potential leaks. Chloe nodded at me, her eyelids getting heavier and heavier, so I stroked her hair gently with my free hand, smiling down at my wonderful, perfect, little girl. “I love you, baby.” “I… wuv you… Mama…” she said. Even her words sounded sleepy, as she was quickly losing the fight against her sleepiness. “You get some sleep, my little love. Mama will take care of you. You just drift off into dreamland, and we’ll have lots of fun tomorrow, I promise.” That made her mouth try to form a smile, but she was in the process of falling asleep, so I carefully took the bottle from her mouth, put the cap on, and put it to one side without disturbing my baby. And as I did that, Chloe fell fast asleep with her head on my lap. So freakin perfect. I love this girl so much. Now there’s only one scary thing to worry about. Something that could ruin everything. …How do I get up, with her head on my lap, without waking her? ===================================================== First time writing stuff like this without just skipping over these kinds of scenes. I hope you all enjoyed it! Don't forget I'm on Subscribestar! Subscribers get 2 weeks early access to chapters, and exclusive short stories (Nessa's Tale is currently the only available one). The next four chapters of my stories are posted on my Subscribestar! ======================================================== I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading them! If you want to read the next 4 chapters, thanks to two weeks early access to my main story and also soon-to-be exclusive access to short stories, why don't you check out my SubscribeStar! Thank you to all my subscribers for their support over the past few years! Seriously, your support means the world to me. 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LittleFallenPrincess Posted April 12 Author Posted April 12 Chapter 65: I Quit Bound – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- Chloe I woke up to singing coming from the kitchen. Where I was greeted by the biggest smile on my girlfriend’s face as I walked out of the bedroom and over to the kitchen wearing only my nappy. I finally felt comfortable, especially after last night, to show my body off a bit more in front of others, mainly my girlfriend. Turns out it gave me a huge confidence boost. And I was sat down in front of the biggest breakfast I had seen and told to eat up by the gorgeous woman in her long purple nightgown. “You’re… especially cheery,” I said, finally breaking the silence as my padded butt slowly sat down on the wooden dining chair. This was the first time we had used the dining table that she usually keeps to the side, normally we’d just eat on our laps on the sofa. “Well you see… I had the most amazing time with this girl last night…” she said, clearly trying to contain her excitement, but barely managing it. “Oh really? Do tell!” I replied, playing along, trying to hold in my squeals. “Was she cute?” “The CUTEST!” she said, rather loudly and excitedly. “Seriously. Cutest girl I’ve ever laid my eyes on. Cutest butt too! Perfect for thick nappies…” I blushed, trying my best not to be the one to break this ongoing thing. “Sounds perfect!” “Oh definitely. Perfect girl. Way too good for me.” “Shush!” I groaned at her. “Absolute angel. Cutest orgasm noises…” It was getting harder and harder to keep it contained at this point. “Shuuuush…” I mumbled, trying to keep it quiet so she doesn’t actually hear. “And then I took her home, and she fell asleep in my arms, and I… I… I love this girl so damn much!” “I bet she loves you too…” I mumbled. “You ‘bet’? Can you find out please and get her to get back to me, please? Posthaste,” she replied, grinning. “Saaaaaaaaaaam!” “Oh go on… eat up, Princess. You deserve it after last night. It may help with the subdrop.” “I’ll be fine. Doesn’t hit me that hard anyway.” “You say that now. You were pretty deep in your headspaces last night… but don’t worry, you can take the whole day to relax. And if you need me, I’ll just be downstairs, okay baby?” “Wait… huh?” “I’ve got to work, sweetheart. Mama needs to run the shop for a bit. Auntie Becks opened up earlier, hence the late breakfast. But she’s got an appointment to rush off to soon, so I’ll be taking over.” “Do you not need me to help?” “Sweetie, you don’t have to. You just have a comfy, snuggly day.” “What if I want to?” “I mean… you’re welcome to come help Mummy out in the shop if you want to, babygirl. But no pressure. And if you want to stop at any point, you can come upstairs at any point, okay?” “I’m fine. If anything… The work may help with the upcoming subdrop. Plus… I want a little bit more experience before I hand in my notice tomorrow.” “Tomorrow? So you’re already set on it?” “On working with my girlfriend? On having a job that I actually enjoy for the first time in my life because all your customers are absolute sweethearts? Because I would actually make more money here than at that shitty place I currently work at? Of course I’m set on it. I just need one more day working here to confirm it.” “Then by all means, Chlo, you can work today. We’re happy to take you on… the customers love you. Just… I’m making sure you’ve thought through this completely. I don’t want you rushing into any decisions. As long as you’ve thought long and hard about it, I support you no matter you choose to do.” “And hey, if you’re giving me a key to this place for me to stay over whenever I want… I can just crash here if it’s been busy.” I looked at her and she looked… I’m not sure what she looked like. But confident and sure wasn’t one of the words I’d use to describe her. “You do still want to give me a key… don’t you?” I asked, nervously. “I mean, if you changed you mind, that’s okay. I completely underst-” “Baby. That’s not it. I was going to surprise you later with the key, hoping you forgot about it so it was a surprise. But an eager, adorable little baby like you could never forget a thing like that. You’re way too adorable. Here…” She rummaged around her coat pocket, the one hanging on the back of her chair, pulling out a pair of keys, and sliding them across the dining table towards me. I blushed, grabbed the keys, and pulled them to my chest. Girlfriend’s apartment keys. I have been blessed. Now to internally freak out. In a good way, I promise. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ “Hey Boss…” “Chloe. What is it? I’m busy.” I walked into work this sunny Monday morning, full of confidence that I was doing the right thing. I was being offered a much better, and more secure job by my girlfriend and friend that paid way better and was a lot easier on my anxiety (which is weird, considering I have to deal with customers there). I guess it helps that they’re all so sweet to me. After working there yesterday, I was never more sure that I was meant to work there, hence the confidence. Now, my boss isn’t a horrible person… he’s just a bit of a shitty one. He’s selfish, he’s rude, arrogant… okay the more I list off the more horrible he sounds. But I swear he can be nice. Occasionally. Rarely. Sometimes. When he wants something anyway. But anyway… he isn’t the worst person alive… but I was glad I was never going to have to see that scowl of his ever again. Well… in two weeks time. Stupid two weeks notice. Stupid contract. But no… don’t focus on that. You’re getting a much better job at the end of this two week notice. Look forward to that. Hell… this guy will probably cut your hours so you’re working only part of your normal schedule anyway. “I… umm…” You can do this Chloe. Sam helped you last night once you convinced her you were set on leaving this job. I wasn’t lying when I told her after we closed up the shop last night that even if I wasn’t working at Bound, I’d still want to leave this place because it is slowly draining the life out of me. So Sam was fully on board with me handing in my notice at least, and was still 1000% on board with me working at Bound. So she helped me practice my speech. I went over it over and over again all night, trying to build up the confidence so I could quit to my boss' face. So here I am. I’ve got this… “You handing in your two weeks?” he asked, as if he was reading my mind. “I… umm…” HOW? HOW DID HE KNOW? I DIDN’T SAY ANYTHING YET! “You’re nervously gripping a letter in your hands. I assume it’s your resignation, especially seeing as you couldn’t fit in at work…” I couldn’t fit in here because you made it difficult! You’re an arsehole! You were trying to cut my hours! You were pushing me to leave! “That’s fine. Don’t worry about serving out your two weeks, just hand in your work ID and head off. Oh and don’t worry, you’ll still get paid for the last two weeks.” “M… may I ask why?” I mumbled. “Why? Look, Chloe, you’re a lovely lass… but everyone who hands in their notice slacks off in the last two weeks of their employment. And I’d rather replace you as soon as possible rather than have you just slacking off in your chair all day for two weeks. Plus then there’s the whole thing about accrued holiday which I can’t be bothered looking into, but you probably have two weeks of that, and I don’t want to have to deal with all the legal rubbish. So, it was lovely working with you…” I wish I could say the same… but I’d be lying. And I try to lie as little as possible. “...So go enjoy your two weeks off or whatever it is you’d rather do before you start your new job. Good luck. Oh and close the door on your way out. Make sure to check in with HR to make it official, I’ll send them a quick note now.” I walked out of the office after handing my notice to him and giving my work ID to the woman who runs HR… and I felt a huge weight off my chest. But I also felt… lost? Because I was fully expecting to work for the next two weeks… but he’s let me go early. And I still get paid for it. I… I mean I didn’t appreciate the assumption that I’d slack off… I don’t do that. But still… it’s over. I quit. Finally. I did it. Fuck. I did it. “How can I help-” Sam turned around to see me on the other side of the counter and her eyes widened in shock, her jaw dropping slightly. “Chloe? What are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be working?” And so… I told her what happened. “Well… that’s the best outcome you could ask for! Now you’ve got two weeks off!” “What if I… umm…” Then it was as if Sam could read my mind now. Am I really that readable? “You seriously want to start working here now? You’ve got a two week vacation! Grab some books from down here and go enjoy them!” she looked at me, sighed heavily, then shook her head. “Ah, who am I kidding, you want to spend time with your Mama, don’t you?” I blushed, looking around, hoping that people hadn’t heard her comments. Thankfully, it was mostly empty at this time and Sam’s voice didn’t travel. “I… maybe…” “I swear, I’m going to get you a uniform…” “Just not a maid uniform…” I mumbled back. “At least not until the event…” “Don’t worry, I’m not that cruel.” “Saturday says otherwise…” I glared at her. “Hey, you got to cum, didn’t you?” “Yeah, as we reached the traffic lights… and then by the supermarket… and also then going around the roundabout… as well as when we pulled into the car park at home…” “Hey, just be glad I don’t do that to you at work too…” My cheeks suddenly burned with the intensity of a thousand suns. “But I think I will for the event… I’ve been thinking… how about we put the toy in your nappy… then people can pay for access to turn it on?” Okay maybe having a vacation upstairs with a book is a good idea… because my brain is currently overloading and I swear I’m already wet. Thankfully, I was brought back to the present by a kiss on the cheek, as I turned around to see Sam standing beside me. She wrapped her arms around me and hugged me tightly. “Don’t worry, we’ll figure that out later. You get washed up and get ready and let’s get you started working here!” After a long day of working in the shop alongside my girlfriend, we had closed up as quickly as possible and headed upstairs for a cosy, snuggly night in front of the TV. I offered to cook for us tonight, but apparently because I had ‘something to celebrate’, as she put it… we ended up ordering Indian food and passing out on the sofa in a food coma. I was snuggled up in one corner of the sofa with a blanket wrapped over me, whilst Sam was in the opposite corner with a different blanket. Both of us had our jammies on, with our feet up, legs wrapped around each other, entangled on the sofa. We’d snuggle more but right now neither of us could handle much physical contact due to the amount of food we had eaten. “If I’m going to be spending more time here I better move some stuff over…” I mumbled, still half out of it after eating way too much food. “I agree. You’ll need at least some clothes, toiletries…” “I was thinking more about my computer…” “Oh well that’s very important.” “Glad you agree!” I replied, grinning over at her. “I bet you’re missing playing your games because you’re spending so much time with your Mama…” “It’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make…” She raised her eyebrow at me, and I felt like prey again. “It better be…” she growled, playfully. “I thought you liked games!” I whined. “I do! You know how much of a nerd I am too. But I don’t think it’s a good idea to bring your computer over. Not yet anyway.” She must have sensed my disappointment, because she squeezed my foot between her thighs to get my attention. “But… How about we start playing games together online? It’ll make the times we have to be apart that much more bearable.” “I umm… sure?” She must have continued to sense my disappointment, because whilst I am extremely excited at the prospect of playing games with my girlfriend, something Nat would never do with me… I still liked the idea of playing here with her close by… “Sweetie. Mama has a plan. But it is a surprise, and I don’t want to ruin it. So how about give me a week or two, then you can bring your PC over, okay?” “...Weally?” “Yes, baby, ‘weally’,” she teased, making me pout and blush. Okay… maybe I’m okay with this. I have no idea what this ‘surprise’ is that she has in store for me… but I love surprises. And hate them. Because I’m impatient. But hey… I trust her, and I bet this is going to be good… ===================================================== Just a heads up: Changing things up once this story ends. Not by much, but I want to give more to my subscribers, so from now on, they'll be getting 4 weeks early access (8 chapters) instead of 2 weeks from now on. This won't change how much I post here, it just means with the new story starting in just over a week on subscribestar, I'll be taking a two week break from posting here once this story ends. Basically: Before- Subscribers get new story 22nd April, that new story would have started here 6th May. Now- Subscribers get new story 22nd April, that new story starts on here 20th May. Again, this won't change the remaining chapters of this story, it'll still get posted normally, but after this ends here, the next story won't immediatly start on the next posting day from me, it'll be two weeks after that, unlike every other story I've written. Hope that makes sense! No change to amount being posted or what days, just the two week gap being added between stories on here. Never had a break between my stories, I've usually just started posting straight after finishing the previous one. So when this finishes in a few weeks, keep an eye out on 20th May for my next story (one set in my monster universe). 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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T the Switch Posted April 12 Posted April 12 Wow.. only 5 or 6 chapters left. Gotta tell ya I may cry with a good happy ending. I've loved a lot of your work and this one may be my new favorite. I cant wait to see how it ends and I hope you come back to it again in the future
LittleFallenPrincess Posted April 12 Author Posted April 12 3 hours ago, T the Switch said: Wow.. only 5 or 6 chapters left. Gotta tell ya I may cry with a good happy ending. I've loved a lot of your work and this one may be my new favorite. I cant wait to see how it ends and I hope you come back to it again in the future Thank you so much! I'm so glad this little slice of life story was so loved and well received, I was initially nervous about posting such a 'normal' story compared to my others. And we'll see how things are in the future. I could return with a sequel, if I come up with a good enough idea for these two. But that's after a lot of other ideas that I'm really excited to start writing. At the very least I think I'll definitely be writing another slice of life story in the future, even if it isn't a sequel to this.
LittleFallenPrincess Posted April 15 Author Posted April 15 Chapter 66: MMO Bound – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- Samantha So Chloe’s puppy dog eyes kinda ruined my schedule a bit… but they didn’t ruin the plan. I’d been thinking about this for a while… even before I decided that I eventually want to ask the girl to move in with me… permanently. Yes, I fully intend to ask this girl to move in with me for good, because she means the fucking world to me and I can’t think of anything I want more in life. This whole key thing is just a stepping stone, to ease her in, to see if we genuinely do work well living together, albeit on a short term basis. I was going to give it a couple of months of this before asking her to move in. But then she gets it into her head that she wants to play games together, rather than in our own homes. Great minds think alike, I guess. Because for the longest time, even before meeting her, I’ve always thought about having a pair of desks, in different themes, with mine looking all grown up and my partner’s all pink and cute and babyish. Maybe even get a harness attached to her chair. Obviously this idea was shelved when I met Cassie, as she isn’t much of a gamer. She liked the cutesy farm ones, and even then she’s selfish and doesn’t work well with others. Now I have Chloe, who loves games just as much as me… so now I’m able to finally do all these plans I had… but I had stupidly given her a two week limit on the surprise being ready, which wasn’t much time at all to get everything done. So I spent all that time browsing, contacting friends, organising everything… so I put myself into full caregiver mode because this needed to be perfect. Not just for her… not just for me… but for my future plans. Because if I can get something like this sorted… I’ve got bigger plans I’d love to do for the love of my life. But obviously, I know my babygirl… so it won’t be pink, at least the main colours won’t be. So after two weeks of using Becks to distract Chloe whilst deliveries arrived, and using my other friends to help me put it all together so as to not make Chloe suspicious… And maybe a little bit too much money spent (which will be well worth it!)... it was ready. So… I had one of the spare rooms in my apartment converted into a gaming room! Because of my plans for the remaining spare room (the one that didn’t just get turned into a gaming room)… I had to make sure we had at least one that could still house guests if we ever had them… so I made sure to get a sofa-bed just in case anyone needed to stay over, making sure that was delivered on one of the days Chloe wasn’t in or staying over. Along the wall were two desks. One black, one white. The black one looked sleek, parts of it were made of glass, and the computer and all its accessories were black and red. Even the chair was black and red. Yes, I’ve wanted this for a while… I’ve been planning it for a long time, hence the quick turnaround. Craig even suggested where to put lights to really emphasise the difference between the two sides of the room, with mine looking more dark and gothic, and the other side… well… Let’s just say I hope she likes it. Chloe was due to arrive at any moment, now that the shop was closed and I was ready for her. But I’d be lying if I said I’m not nervous. It’s one thing being ready, it’s another getting over my anxiety. And I know it’s a bit presumptuous, but I asked her to bring her PC over. Craig, the lovely lad, is helping her, and I was doing everything I could to contain my excitement over Chloe’s upcoming reaction. Becks called me a nerd because of this, but hey, after playing games online with my girlfriend for the past few weeks, wishing she wasn’t so far away… I was looking forward to her being next to me… within reach… able to tease… Because I will use any advantage to win. Especially if it leaves her a blushing puddle. She began crying. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. I hope they’re happy tears. Reacting as quickly as possible, I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close to my chest, letting her sob into my shirt. “Are you okay, baby?” I asked, worried I had fucked up. “You did… this… for… me?” she sobbed into my chest. Okay… happy tears. Thank fuck. I was worried for a moment there. “Of course for you, I’d do anything for you. Do you like it?” “Like it? I fucking love it…” “Language…” I warned her, causing her to bury her face deeper within my cleavage to hide her blushing. “I love it, Mama…” “I’m glad. Now you and Mama can play games whenever you want. Speaking of… you’re a nerd… you know what an MMO is, right?” “Of course…” Craig and Becks were standing in the doorway, watching our adorable interaction, smiling. Craig was nodding, but Becks looked lost. “The hell is an MMO?” she asked, feeling like the odd one out right now. “Mass multiplayer online game. Usually roleplaying games,” Craig answered. Becks’ face lit up. “Oooh… kinky roleplaying?” “Sometimes…” I commented. “There are specific districts or locations or servers for that sort of stuff… but no, just fantasy games usually. You know… swords and magic and monsters.” “Oh… so your typical nerd stuff,” she replied, rolling her eyes at us all. “Did… did you wanna play one together?” Chloe asked, pulling her face out of my boobs long enough to look up at me with those beautiful teary eyes of hers. “Well I play one already… Terminal Dream XIV.” “Oh! I tried it once, couldn’t get into it, was a bit overwhelming on my own…” “Want Mama to guide you?” I replied, as I wiped away the tears from her cheek. “You two are adorable…” Craig butted in. “We’ll go get the computer from downstairs whilst you two pick what classes and races you’re playing…” Becks clearly had no idea what he was talking about, but would take any opportunity to get away from this nerdfest, so she followed him back down into the shop, leaving the two of us alone. “Do you seriously like it all? Not too babyish? Too much pink?” I asked, needing a tiny bit more reassurance. “I love it. Seriously. Thank you, I love it. I like the little bits of pink you added, it adds another depth to it that it wouldn’t have with just the white and purple.” “It matches your desktop tower. Plus I think it’s more age appropriate. The lights are changeable, but they’re set to purple right now. I didn’t want to decorate any more than this, as I want you to make it yours with your stuffies and decorations. As long as you don’t make it ‘adulty’ like your Mama’s. Oh and you can just leave your computer here if you want. You spend most of your time here anyway. You can borrow my laptop if you want, for whenever you go home, I don’t use it much these days, and then that way you’ll be able to stay online whilst you’re not here.” “We need lots of little decorations…” “Oh I agree. I didn’t want to do that until you had seen it, as it’s your desk and I want you to make it more yours. I just gave you the lighting and the colours.” “Which I love, by the way. Thank you!” She quickly reached up onto her tippy toes and kissed my lips gently. So I bent down, grabbing her head, and planting a proper one on hers. -------------------------------------------- “So… you don’t mind me making a new character? I can’t remember what my old log in details are. Or what level I was. Or what my character was.” “Oh hun, stop worrying…” I replied, sitting down next to her, stroking her arm as she sat crossed legged on her gamer chair in front of her desk, logging into her new account. “Seriously, Mama needs to level one more class anyway, so I can come help you with everything. I’ll be your Mummy in game as well as in real life!” That made her blush a little more, so I quickly logged into my character, keeping an eye on her screen the whole time because I really wanted to see what kind of character she’d make. “Umm… race… what race… umm… what’s your-” she was about to ask what race my character is before she turned to look at my screen, seeing my character in all her glory. All six feet-something of her. And that’s when her eyes widened. “She’s… gorgeous…” I swear a little drool came out of her mouth at that point, so I pulled out her dummy, the one I had been saving this entire time for this sort of moment… and popped it in, short circuiting her brain temporarily whilst her cheeks grew redder. “Thank you, cutiepie. But what are you going to make? Lala? Kitty? How about a cute lil dragon? A bnuy?” I could see her staring at the small races on her screen… and I thought it’d be perfect for this whole Mummy-baby dynamic we’ll share in game… but at the same time I don’t think it’s quite her. She’s not just a little anymore, she’s a submissive too, and she may find it a bit weird to be submissive on such an innocent looking tiny character. And after about thirty minutes of messing about with sliders and character options… She opted for a catgirl. I should’ve guessed. Honestly… I’m fine with it, even if they are way more common than any other race on this game, because she’s much much smaller than my elf, so I can use that against her to make her feel even smaller. “I got a new ability!” she called out as she leveled up yet again, getting as excited as a little kid would at doing even the most minor thing. It was adorable. “Oh yeah? What is it?” I asked, looking over at my love who looked fucking adorable right now. But… she was definitely missing something… Fuck! I can’t believe I forgot. “Thunder! Now I can shock people! Oh… it’s a damage over time ability… cool!” Look… I was max level at this point. I only had this one tank job to level, I had levelled every other job to max. Including the one she’s currently levelling as her first job. So I know obtaining the thunder spell is like… the most basic thing in the universe, but I’m not going to downplay her accomplishment, not when she looks so fucking adorable bouncing up and down in her chair. “Good job, babygirl! How about we get to an inn first, before we do your next story quest?” “Awww why? I wanna shock some baddies!” I laughed at this, causing her to blush behind her dummy that was still firmly lodged in her mouth. “Because, little Warrior of Puddles… you need some padding before you have an accident during a big scary boss fight…” The face she pulled… I had to savour this, so I grabbed my phone and quickly took a photo of her. My little Toddler of Light. Opting for a cute onesie and her booties, I quickly changed the tiny adventurer into one of her nighttime nappies, as that means she can play her game for longer without needing a change. And there was no way she wasn’t already hooked, I could see it in her eyes. She’s a gamer, and a nerd, and now she has someone to guide her around this big scary virtual world… She's so happy right now, and honestly? So am I. This is everything I’ve ever dreamt of. She’s my perfect girl, playing my favourite game with me, staying in my apartment… and making me the happiest Mummy ever. I know we had a bumpy road getting to this point with lots of turns and diversions and catastrophes… but we made it in the end. That's why I’m only going to give it a month or so before I ask her to move in permanently. Because I fucking love this girl and I want to make her feel like she’s home. I just need to start properly planning and organising what I’m going to do to that other spare room. Because ideally I’d have that ready for when she moves in… if she says yes. God… I hope she says yes. -------------------------------------------------------------------- “I need heals!” “You keep demanding them, and I’ll put your character in nappies for all to see…” “Eeeeek! Sorry Mama!” It had been a couple of months now, and everything had settled perfectly. Chloe was really enjoying working at Bound, and the customers loved her cheer and her adorable little smile. She was getting a lot in tips, which was nice, although we do make sure she’s paid plenty too. It’s been nice having a third employee, because whilst Craig is a lifesaver, we can’t always rely on him to help out at any moment, given he runs his own store now. Having Chloe here meant that Becks could spend more time off, which allowed her to experiment more with her baking. Less pressure on Becks is nice, given that she was the one who saved me from losing everything and taking a huge risk on me, so it’s nice to pay her back by giving her more time to do things she loves. So now that Chloe has settled in at work… She's also settled in at home. At this point she’s basically moved in fully… most of her stuff is here, she spends nearly all her nights here… which meant it was long overdue asking her to move in properly. I’ve been a bit hesitant, my initial plan went out the window at the one-month mark because of anxiety, because I was worrying I was rushing things… but now, with her, it all just feels right. Like this is meant to be. So I’m going to ask her tonight. No idea how I’m going to bring it up… but I’ll think of something. Probably do it in-game. Speaking of game… things are going really well there too. Chloe learnt how to play really quickly, but then she’s not new to games or anything. And she’s already max level on three jobs! And she’s obsessed with the story, as obsessed as I am about it. So we’ve begun running end-game content now, which has been a bit of a challenge, but a lot of fun. Getting to work together with my girlfriend, figuring out boss mechanics together, failing together… planning matching raid outfits for our characters… okay yes, I’m hopelessly nerdy but I’ve never been this happy before. I was always too nervous about introducing her to it, despite knowing she likes games. I also got to do something that I’ve always dreamt of. So my beautiful, tall, elegant elf is wearing a latex dress with a large slit down one leg, with fishnets on underneath and the most gorgeous boots. She looks like a professional Domme. And my adorable little catgirl baby… is wearing the cutest lil babydoll dress… dyed pastel pink, of course… with cute little pink shoes and white socks… and I even made her change her character’s hairstyle so it was in pigtails. She looks absolutely precious. I may have spent a few hundred thousand in-game on the outfit for her… but it was gold well spent as she ran through the dungeon looking like a toddler that had gotten lost in a fantasy world. It was even turning her cheeks red whenever random players in our party were complimenting her and telling her how cute she looked. Once we were done with our daily tasks on the game, I realised it was getting a bit late and we still hadn’t eaten yet (in reality, not in game!). But obviously if I ask her to move in… I kinda want to make it special and get some good food to celebrate. So if I’m going to ask her… I need to do it now, before we decide what to eat. I had been thinking the whole time we were doing our daily dungeons how I would do this. So I teleported to my in-game house, telling her to follow. She quickly teleported, appearing outside the garden. “What are we doing?” Chloe asked, confused. “I thought we were getting dinner?” “This…” I went into the housing menu… and quickly added her as a co-owner. I looked over as the notification popped up on her screen. “Wha? Really?” “Yeah. If you want to… of course.” “I’d love it! Oh my god… we could add a nursery or something in your house!” I swear she must be reading my mind. “How about…” I began, spinning my chair around so I was facing her. She spun hers a bit so she could face me. “How about…? How about what?” she asked, confused. “How about… we do this in reality too?” “What… like…” “Move in. I want you to move in with me. Properly. Not this half-arsed thing we’ve had for the past couple of months. Like… give up your apartment. Move in with me.” “YES!” she screamed, jumping out of her chair, pouncing on me, nearly knocking us both back. I’m glad I got a sturdy chair for me, I knew there would be a moment where she'd be sitting on my lap, so it had to support both our weights. So we shared this embrace, she kissed my face repeatedly (because she’s adorable like that), and I held her hands as she got back up onto her feet. “I’ll help you move out properly. Get the final things of yours out of that apartment, you can move in… and…” “And?” “And…” Here we go. Big reveal. Let’s hope it goes well… “You said you wanted a nursery in our house?” I replied, winking at her. ===================================================== One last heads up: Changing things up once this story ends. Not by much, but I want to give more to my subscribers, so from the next story, they'll be getting 4 weeks early access (8 chapters) instead of 2 weeks from now on. 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LittleFallenPrincess Posted April 19 Author Posted April 19 Chapter 67: Shower Bound – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- Chloe We finished moving the last of my things last weekend. I have officially moved in with my girlfriend! It was a lot of fun, despite being exhausting, because they can’t just do it like normal people, can they? No… Becks, Sam and Craig helped move everything, even borrowing a van from some friend from the events for it… and of course they spent the majority of the time not actually packing up my stuff and loading it in the van… they spent it teasing me. Which, in my opinion, was a good use of their time. But anyway, after Sam asked me to move in with her properly, we got everything organised, from bills to notifying my landlord that I was moving out. This took approximately three weeks, as we had to wait for the van to be available, and for Becks and Craig to both be available to help. But because of the shop, we had to do it all in the evening. Well… Sam and I started it in the afternoon, with Becks and Craig looking after Bound, then they closed up late afternoon and came over with the van. And now I’m snuggled up in bed, days later, whilst my girlfriend is cooking us breakfast. Everything is perfect. Perfect apartment. Perfect job. Perfect girlfriend. I love it all. I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy. That was until… I got a text. Dad: Hey Duckie, just checking in. I tried calling round your apartment this morning whilst I was in the city but there was no answer. Hope you’re okay! FUCK. How did I forget to tell them? I tell them everything! Well… obviously not everything… but they know all about me and Sam getting back together, they know I’ve been spending more and more time at my girlfriend’s place. But I completely forgot to inform them I moved in with her. FUCK. Duckie: Hey Dad… umm… funny story… There was a slight pause of about a minute before I got a reply. Dad: Go on… Duckie: So you know how I’ve been spending more time with Sam lately? Dad: You moved in and forgot to tell us, didn’t you? Duckie: How do you always know??????? Dad: Psychic Dad powers. You wouldn’t understand. We have to keep our powers secret, otherwise people would realise we’re too powerful and they’d end up hunting us down. Dad: Also… I just finished chatting to your landlord who had popped around to sort it out before he rents it to someone else, and he told me everything. Duckie: Sorry! I meant to tell you! Dad: It’s okay, I understand. You’re head over heels with that girl, you were swept away with the excitement of moving. Just… next time you do something big, send me a quick text at least so I don’t look like an idiot standing at your apartment that you no longer live in. Duckie: Sorry Dad! Really sorry! Dad: It’s okay Duckie, but I was wondering if you’re busy today? When you weren’t here, I was going to surprise you at the shop, but I wasn’t sure if you’d be working today or not. Yes, I’m bad but I’m not that bad. I at least told my parents I quit my job and started working at Bound. Duckie: I’m free today I think, why? Dad: I’m in town for an appointment, your Mum is just in the shop at the moment looking for some sweets for you. Was wondering if you’d like to grab lunch? Maybe bring Sam? Or what if we come to Sam’s shop? They serve lunchy stuff, right? Duckie: Mostly pastries and cakes, but I know of a place that does really nice food that we could go to! Dad: Sounds great! Right, I think that’s your Mum coming up the stairs, I better go explain why our daughter isn’t here… Duckie: Again, sorry! How about we meet at Bound in an hour? It’s not too far from the cafe I know. Dad: Sounds perfect. Okay sweetheart, love you, take care! See you soon! Duckie: Love you too. See you soon xx I sighed heavily. I couldn’t believe I had fucked up that badly by not telling them I had moved. I tell them everything! At least I used to… Dad’s right, I got swept up in this romantic whirlwind of changing jobs and spending all my time at Sam’s… and then moving in with her. “What’s got you all glum?” Sam asked, from the doorway, in only an oversized tee… her legs on full display… Okay, I was maybe drooling a little. Only a little! “Forgot to tell my parents.” “Forgot to tell them wha- OH… fuck. Did you really not tell them you moved?” she said, laughing loudly at my stupidity. “Dad’s at my old apartment now…” “Oh shit. Well at least you told them now… right?” “Yeah.” “They doing okay? What’s your Dad doing at your apartment?” “Him and Mum are in the city for an appointment, apparently. Dropped by to see me whilst they were in town. Now they want to go for lunch.” “That sounds nice. I bet you’ll have a nice time. It’s a good job that they suggested it… I may have burnt the breakfast and was going to order in so at least you can get something nice with your parents. Where are you going?” “I was thinking of going to Craig’s place. Haven’t been since that time you took me, back when Becks ran it. Is the food still good?” “Yeah, still good. Same cook. Just slightly different management. Last time I heard a cute lil puppy runs it,” she grinned, so proud of her own stupid joke. “And don’t think you’re excused… you’ve been requested.” “Me? Oh baby… I’m sorry, I can’t.” “Whyyyyyyyyy?” I whined, sounding like the bratty toddler I was dressed as. Because yes, of course I’m in my very swollen, very thick, very soggy overnight nappy and my favourite snow leopard onesie. “Because, my Dad is coming over to see me. And I was hoping you two could finally meet… properly this time, but it’ll have to be another time.” “Why not invite him to lunch?” Her face froze in disgust… or was it disbelief? Or maybe annoyance? I wasn’t entirely sure what feeling she was trying to portray with her face frozen like that… but whatever it was, it wasn’t a positive one. “Hun. You realise what that means, right?” she asked. “What?” “It would be the first time our parents are meeting.” “And?” “DO YOU NOT SEE HOW THAT'S SCARY?” I genuinely didn’t. Her Dad is lovely. My parents love her. What could go wrong? “No?” I replied, shrugging my shoulders. “Hun, it’s hard enough holding back and acting vanilla in front of my Dad or your parents. It’s another having to do it in front of them all. Plus I was hoping to kinda sway them with a lovely formal dinner or something… at least that’s what I’ve had in my head for a while.” “Babe… you don’t need to sway them with anything. They love you. And your Dad is great. They’ll get on super well.” “Well… well… FINE,” she blurted out, rolling her eyes at me and waving her arms like a certain green frog puppet. “But you can’t be in a nappy today. No little stuff. Super serious.” “Babe, I know. I still know how to be vanilla. Just because I’ve been little for a long time now doesn’t mean I can’t act grown up. I do it for work all the time…” “You’re still padded!” Thanks for the reminder of what you make me wear. Yes, it still makes me blush thinking about it. At least we make sure it’s not noticeable to any customers. “It’s fine. My parents are coming to Bound in about an hour. When does your Dad get here?” “About thirty minutes. I wasn’t rushing to get ready because it was just going to be a very informal gettogether. But now I need to actually get ready… fuck…” “It’ll be fine. Go start getting dressed.” “Not until we get you out of that nappy, little girl…” she growled at me. “And then we’re both getting in that shower. Sadly… no time for funny business.” “Awwww!” I whined. “...Maybe tonight.” After a very quick and satisfying shower together (It was not sexy in the slightest, it was very much a rush to get clean!), we quickly got dressed, put some basic makeup on, and hurried downstairs. “Hey girls, Dad is over there…” Becks said, pointing at a table in the corner where a lonely gentleman sat, sipping tea. Sam carried on walking over to Becks, so I followed close behind, not wanting to go say hi to her Dad on my own. Yes, he’s lovely… but we’ve not really talked before. And yes, I’m very nervous about meeting him, despite how lovely he is. So I’m following Mama to see what she’s talking to Auntie Becks about. “Is Craig working today?” she asked Becks. “Yeah, why?” “Apparently this little sogmonster wanted to go out for lunch today with her parents… and me and my Dad are being included. And just wanted to check Craig was in before we turned up.” “Yeah, he’s working. But oooooh! Parents meeting! That’s huge!” Becks replied, excitedly. “She doesn’t think so…” Sam shook her head, nodding it in my direction. “It’s not!” I whined. “Well I won’t get you anything, if you’re going to be eating at Craig’s. Have a good time!” Becks replied to Sam. “You sure you’re going to be okay on your own?” Mama asked her. “I’m fine, hun. It’s only the lunchtime rush. I can do that on my own this time. Go have fun. And tell me all about it when you get back.” “Hi Mr W- I mean… Tom. Hi Tom…” I mumbled nervously, forgetting how to speak like a human being for a second. “It’s lovely to see you again, Chloe. And I’m glad you remembered,” he laughed, smiling warmly at me. That smile… It's very much like his daughter’s. It warms my heart and disarms me in an instant. I can see where she got it from. “Hey Dad, how you doing?” Sam replied, sitting down, pulling out the chair beside her for me to sit down next to her. “Good ta, how’s life living together? Sick of each other yet?” he joked, then cut in before we could reply. “Nah, I see how you two are. You two are smitten. There’s no getting sick of each other with you two. Like your Mum and me.” “I… I love it. I’ve never been this happy.” “Making sure my girl is eating enough?” he turned to ask me. “Huh?” I said, baffled by this sudden attention on me. “Sam tells me you’re quite the cook… I hope you’re at least making sure she eats better. She’s never really eaten healthily, no matter how hard I tried. The most I could do is sneak some veg into some of her favourite foods.” “You did what?” Sam replied, feigning shock. “I cook when I can. She has a habit of nearly setting the kitchen on fire…” I replied, nervously, avoiding eye contact with my girlfriend. Though I could feel her stare through my skull. “Don’t I know it…” her Dad replied, laughing. “Well I’m glad you’re doing okay, okay enough to slag me off in front of my girlfriend…” Sam said, grinning at her father. “I was wondering… have you eaten yet?” “No, not yet, why?” Tom replied. “Would you like to grab lunch with us?” “And…” I butted in. “And?” Tom’s eyebrow raised. “And her parents. This forgetful little thing didn’t tell them she moved out of her apartment and now they’re meeting for lunch. We thought it’d be a nice opportunity for you two to meet. We know a nice place, Craig runs it.” “Your friend Craig? That lovely lad?” “Exactly.” “Well if your parents are half as nice as you are, Chloe, I think I’ll get on well with them. Sure, I’ve got the afternoon free, let’s meet these parents of yours.” He went to take a sip of tea before he stopped suddenly, holding his cup just in front of his mouth. “You’re not getting married or anything suddenly, right? It’s not that kind of meet, right?” Sam’s dad is adorable. “No! We just thought… seeing as we’ve moved in together… and seeing as her parents are meeting us here in about half an hour… that we may as well grab lunch together and all get to know each other,” Sam replied. “Okay. If you two ladies do get married, please warn me ahead of time though, okay? Not like I found out you moved in together… via text on the day of you moving in together. Or your sister suddenly getting married next year out of nowhere.” “Yeah… sorry about that, Dad. Promise you though, I’ll warn you of any future developments.” Marriage… with Sam… I’ve never thought about getting married. But not going to lie… the thought of it, with her… …Sounds nice. ===================================================== So the epilogue was posted on my subscribestar today, so you've got 2 weeks until this ends. After that, I'll be taking two weeks off from posting on here, then you'll get my next story, one of my monster ones, allowing my supporters to have a month early access from now on. (Don't worry, I'll still post my stories for free on here, just wanted to give my supporters more of a benefit). Subscribers get new story 22nd April, that new story starts on here 20th May. 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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LittleFallenPrincess Posted April 22 Author Posted April 22 Chapter 68: Meeting Bound – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- Samantha Thanks Dad. Thanks for reminding me of the thing I’ve been thinking about constantly since my sister told me that she’s getting married. Look… we’ve just moved in. Maybe at a future date I will ask her. Because I’ve thought about it a lot. And I do mean a lot. From venues, to menus, to what dress I’d wear, to who I’d pick to be in my wedding party, to what ring I’d propose with… and then also the concept of not using a ring and instead using one of those eternity collars. Because oh boy do I want to collar that precious girl. But no. That’s for the future. We only just moved in, and even that felt a little too quick. Which is fine, provided that I give it a bit of time before I propose. Because I will. I know now. I’ve known it in my heart since the moment we stared into each other’s eyes, with her creeping outside the front door of Bound and me sitting at my old desk, reading a book. As soon as I saw her I knew she would impact my life massively… and that I wanted her to stay in it for the rest of it. For now I’ll just file it all in the back of my mind, because I need to make it special. Stupid romantic brain of mine. Because right now… I have to worry about meeting her parents for the first time since… well… hospital? When we rushed there after her Dad had his heart attack. Which wasn’t the best first meeting… but hey, that’s fine, they loved me then… hopefully they love me now. And my Dad is great. So… why am I so anxious? The door to the shop opened, and in walked an older couple. “Mum! Dad!” “Hey Duckie!” her Dad called out as Chloe rushed over and greeted them in the bookshop aisle. “Oh I love what you’ve done with the place!” her Mum said, looking around at everything. “So… you live here now?” “Yeah, upstairs, with Sam.” Her parents' reaction eased my anxiety a bit, as they both smiled. I was worried they were going to put on a fake smile, but no, this was genuine, they could see the happiness on Chloe's face. Which made my heart warm, knowing I was the source of it. “We’re so happy for you both,” her Dad replied. “I knew she’d be the one to claim your heart when we met in the hospital. Where is she, anyway?” Chloe moved out of the way to reveal me, sitting at the table with my Dad, and so I waved awkwardly. “Oh hello Samantha, it’s lovely to see you again!” her Mum called over, before Chloe asked them to follow her to the table. As they both got to the table, they looked awkwardly at my Dad. So I quickly spoke up. “It’s lovely to see you both again. Sorry, let me introduce you to my Dad. He was just visiting me and then Chloe said you’d be dropping by. Dad, these are Chloe’s parents, Evelyn and Brian. Evelyn, Brian, this is my Dad, Tom.” “It’s lovely to meet you,” they all said to each other, before Brian continued, “You have a wonderful daughter.” “As do you two!” my Dad replied. “She’s an absolute delight. Couldn’t think of a couple more perfect for each other. Did you two learn of their moving in together recently too?” This made both of Chloe’s parents laugh, before they sat down at the table, with me and Chloe offering our chairs, grabbing a couple for ourselves from empty tables nearby. “We learnt this as we turned up at her old apartment…” Brian joked. “I heard! Sam has a habit of only telling me at the last minute, as does my other daughter.” “Oh, you have two?” Chloe’s Mum asked him. “Yup. Lights of my life. And the cause of my grey hairs!” he replied, laughing. Chloe’s parents laughed along with it, and I could feel them bonding really well. “Hey! I’m good!” I replied, sounding a bit too like Chloe when she’s little. “You are, you’ve always been my little angel. But you are also very forgetful and love to tell me things last minute. Remember that art project you needed to finish back in Primary school? ‘Oh Dad, I need an egg carton and an empty washing up liquid bottle and a lot of different paints’. I replied with ‘that’s not too difficult, when do you need them?’ and you replied ‘the project is due tomorrow morning’.” “She never!” Evelyn said with a huge grin on her face. I just sat back and blushed, feeling a lot like Chloe does in front of… well… everyone. Before my Dad could recount a bunch of my embarrassing childhood antics… Chloe saved me. “So… I was wondering, when I found out Sam’s Dad was visiting… I figured why don’t we all go out for lunch together? It’d be good for us to all get to know each other more, now that Sam and I have moved in together, and I think you three will get on well.” “That sounds lovely! Will Samantha’s mother be joining us?” Chloe’s Mum asked, causing Chloe’s eyes to widen in a panic. So I quickly shot her back a glance that told her it was fine, nothing to worry about, even throwing in a little smile at her, when my Dad spoke up. “Sadly, my wife passed away many years ago. And having my hands full with my two girls, I never remarried.” Chloe’s parents looked nervously, but more in a sympathetic way, as Brian spoke first. “I’m sorry to hear that. If you don’t mind me asking…” I put my hand on Dad’s arm, indicating I’d continue for him so he doesn’t have to talk about her. “She got ill, and sadly she just couldn’t beat it. She poured her heart and soul into this bookshop, keeping it afloat for years, despite dwindling sales. When she died, my Dad left it to me,” I replied, opting to ignore how Mum was acting in the final stage of her life. I could see Chloe wanted to give me the biggest hug right now. And I wanted it so bad, but I’d only have to wait a few minutes. I also need to give my Dad a hug, because I know how much it hurts us both to talk about her. But we need to, we can’t forget about her. She was ours. She meant everything to us. So Chloe jumped up out of her chair, opting for the change of subject route. “Right, how about we head over to Craig’s for some lunch?” And as her parents smiled and nodded their heads, getting up out of their chairs, and heading out… I stood up alongside my Dad, turned around, and buried my face in his chest, giving him the biggest hug I could muster. …Then Chloe jumped in and wrapped her arms around both of us. She’s too fucking adorable. So we got to Craig’s just after midday, after a little walk across town, chatting along the way. Brian and my Dad were quickly becoming friends, which was nice. My Dad’s been a bit of a loner since Mum died, he never really dated or anything, and he doesn’t keep in touch with his friends often. I know he said its because he ‘had his hands full’ with my sister and I, but that’s not true, it was because he was the most introverted introvert… and my Mum was one of the few people he could open up properly with and feel safe. So it was nice to see him bonding with someone finally. When we arrived at the cafe, Craig was surprised to see us, and he finally got to meet Chloe’s parents for the first time, introducing himself as one of Chloe’s friends. He got us a really nice table, and acted as our waiter for the afternoon, taking our orders, even throwing us a free slice of cake each. It was a lovely time. We chatted, we shared embarrassing stories from both mine and Chloe’s childhoods… and I prayed for an asteroid to land on us the entire time to save me from all this embarrassment. I loved it really, it was nice to feel like a proper family again… I know I have my Dad and my Sis, but we rarely get together outside of like Christmas and Dad’s birthday, it’s always one of us seeing one of the others, never all of us as a group. But with Chloe’s parents, my Dad, me and Chloe… it was nice. Honestly… I swear I’m going to get them all around for Christmas. All us… and my sister and her fiance. Maybe even Becks and Craig, because they’re basically family. I’ve wanted a big family get-together for most of my life… but we were never a big family. Now we can actually do it! Then as we got to the free cake part of the lunch, Brian brought something up that made me die a little inside. “So… I know you two broke up, which I still don’t understand because look at you both, you’re perfect for each other. I can’t think of a more perfect person to date my daughter…” “I sense there’s a but coming…” Chloe mumbled, loudly enough that everyone could hear. “But…” “There it is…” I said, giggling along with my girlfriend. “But…” Brian repeated, trying his best not to laugh along with us, trying (but failing) to keep a straight face, “You’ve been back together for a little while now… right? And even then… you were friends again for a while too, right?” “Yes…” I mumbled nervously, worrying where this was going. “So… when are you coming to clean the garage like you promised?” I. Died. I nearly choked laughing. Chloe’s eyes widened in shock. And Chloe’s Dad just burst out in a hearty laugh. “Shit. Sorry. And sorry for swearing… oh god… I completely forgot!” “Don’t worry about it. It wasn’t a priority,” he replied, still laughing. “No! I’m a woman of my word! This weekend! Chloe… you and I are going to tackle that garage and finally clear it!” “I think we can manage that,” she replied. “But… do we still get the roast dinner promised?” I asked, cheekily, trying to act all innocent. “Hey if you’re promising roast dinners for a bit of cleaning… Can I throw my hat in the ring?” my Dad butted in, smiling cheekily. “The more the merrier!” Evelyn replied, smiling. “I’ll get the stuff in, you three can clear the garage, and we can have a nice family meal.” “Sounds like a plan. Again, sorry Brian. Yeah… with the whole breakup thing and then the shop and everything… I completely forgot,” I said, feeling really bad right now about letting them down for so long. “It’s okay, Samantha. Seriously. I didn’t want to bring it up, I know you both were going through a lot back then. I appreciate you helping, even if it took nearly a year. So we had a nice lunch together, our parents got to know each other a bit, and even found some common interests, which was nice. Though they argued a bit as to who was paying for lunch, with both families offering. In the end… Chloe and I paid for it all, given that it was our idea and they couldn’t decide, so we went halfsies. And yes, that weekend we went round to Chloe’s parent’s house, my Dad included, and cleared and cleaned their garage! It took a good few hours, even with the three of us, because it wasn’t just the stuff we would’ve had to clean nearly a year ago, it’s everything that has been dumped in there since, with Brian unable to do anything about it. Dad drove us to the tip a couple of times, with Chloe and I taking turns going with him to help him unload everything from his car, the other staying behind to carry on cleaning. And by the end of the very exhausting afternoon… it was spotless. All neatly organised and mostly empty, only keeping important things we were told to keep to one side. And so we earned our dinner, which was absolutely amazing, and I know now that I need to ask Chloe to try making a roast dinner for me… because if she learnt from her Mum, she must be able to recreate this perfect meal. I dare say it… may even be better than my Dad’s. Just don’t tell him that. ===================================================== New story just started on my subscribestar! Expect it here a month's time! Subscribers get new story 22nd April, that new story starts on here 20th May. Also a lot of people were begging me to not let the garage from the start of the story go uncleaned, and being the lovely person I am... who am I to disappoint? 🤣 Don't forget I'm on Subscribestar! Subscribers get 2 weeks early access to chapters, and exclusive short stories (Nessa's Tale is currently the only available one). The next four chapters of my stories are posted on my Subscribestar! ======================================================== I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! 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LittleFallenPrincess Posted April 26 Author Posted April 26 Chapter 69: Maids Bound – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- Chloe This. Is. Humiliating. And I was loving every second of it. We had opened our doors about ten minutes ago, and already we were nearly full. Only a few more people were expected, as we had sold a specific amount of tickets for this event, on a first come, first serve basis, all based on how many people could comfortably sit in the shop. And they were snatched up within moments at the last event we attended. Obviously Sam and I, Craig and Becks, and even Lydia didn’t even need tickets, considering we were all running this event tonight (Lydia ended up going from advisor to full on co-running this event with us, as she had all the experience running things like this). And we may have held three back for Lucy, Daniel and Steph. But the rest were taken by all the usuals who attend Lydia’s kink events, making us a nice little profit. Key word being little, as we weren’t running this to make money, we just needed to cover expenses for food and drink, and wages for us running it. Because whilst everyone else will be drinking and eating and chatting, doing all sorts of kinky things and talking openly in a relaxed environment… we would be working. Mummy is behind the counter, soon to be getting everyone’s orders ready. Becks will be helping her out occasionally, but she also shares hosting duties with Lydia, both of whom will go around making sure everyone is behaving and having fun. Oh and Lucy was technically staff… kind of. She wasn’t helping run the thing or serve people or anything… She was the artwork. Literally. She was in this latex suit that looked like porcelain, even complete with doll joints and everything. She even had matching makeup on to make her look like a perfect little doll. I have no idea who made her that outfit, but it was gorgeous and I was totally not jealous and totally didn’t want my own and totally wasn’t getting more and more into dollification because of her…. But anyway, her job was to sit around and look pretty, posing in place for long periods of time (which sounds easy but that would kill me!). She looks beautiful and I really struggled to keep my eyes off her. And then you have Craig and I… As promised, months ago… when my Mummy first came up with the idea of tonight’s event… Craig and I are both dressed in matching maid uniforms. And not the typical sexy french maid ones. They’re more akin to those seen in anime, the Japanese style ones. Which… I must admit… are a lot cuter, but a lot less ‘sexy’. Dress and pinafore, white tights and heels… Craig and I looked ‘absolutely darling’ according to Lydia, who made us both blush in sync. But that’s where the similarities ended. Because under Craig’s uniform was a pair of very cute knickers, which we all squealed at when he showed us at Beck’s order. But me… I was thickly padded, with the cutest, most babyish nappy on. And then TWO boosters. I could barely walk! I had to waddle everywhere! Imagine your server bringing your drinks over, waddling the whole way, with her dummy firmly lodged in her mouth. Yes, ‘the dummy stays in, or else’. Mummy’s orders. Pigtails too. I looked… okay I looked fucking adorable and I loved it but it was humiliating and soon I’d have to go up to everyone and take their order with a babyish lisp and a waddle. But everyone looked to be excited for tonight’s event. We even have Lydia giving a rope tutorial later, with Lucy volunteering to be the one being tied up, which I’m very excited to watch myself… as we haven’t tried rope yet. We’ve tried a lot of other things though. I mean we’ve been living together for months now, of course once we were living together and had the apartment to ourselves we’d get freaky and start trying lots of things out. Some things stuck, some things didn’t. Never tried rope though, as Mummy wanted to wait for tonight’s workshop to ‘perfect her craft’ and for me to understand the basics and what to look for when it comes to risk and danger, because apparently rope can be very dangerous. They even have these fancy rope scissors, just in case! And speaking of living together… Everything was perfect. I had settled into my role at Bound, and was loving my job. We had settled into a nice routine at home, with Mummy and I dividing chores and working to a schedule. Which was needed since I started going 24/7, wearing nappies all the time, even at work. It started off as a cute little challenge. Becks and Mummy argued that I’d get bored of being padded all the time, with Mummy saying I was ‘her little padded slut’ and that I’d never want to go back to panties if she gave me the option. So they made a bet that I couldn’t go a month without needing to get out of nappies, with Mummy saying I could and Auntie Becks saying I couldn’t. And nappies were to be used for everything… and I mean everything. From wetting and messing, to sexy times, everything was done in my nappy. This went on the whole month and not once did I say I wanted to get out of them. Becks’ even tried arguing that I was biased, that I’d want my Mummy to win so I’d pretend I’m enjoying it… but I genuinely did enjoy it. It’s weird being out of a nappy, with the only times I’m not padded being Doctor appointments and showering and visiting parents. Becks even pulled me over to her and Mummy at the end of the month and asked me one final time if I’d rather be padded or if I’d want at least some time in panties. Becks was not happy that she lost. She was even less impressed when she was made to wear a nappy at the next event and be my ‘baby sister’ because she lost the bet. This… lasted a whole three minutes before she ripped the nappy off, called the bet fulfilled and stormed off, nude and proud in front of everyone else, to go put her usual outfit on. Mummy really should have given her a time limit as part of the bet. And we were also threatened to never tell anyone what happened, on pain of death. But yes, after that month I continued wearing nappies all the time. And the month after that, and the one after that, and so on. Six months later and I’m still as happy as I was the first week. Sure, they can be annoying, but Mummy loves me being padded all the time. I love the feeling of it too, even after all this time. Thankfully I don’t have to change myself very often, most of the time Mummy does it for me. Over the past few months it's gotten to the point where I’ll forget I’m wet or whatever, and she’ll be the one to come over and check me, find me wet, then take my hand to go get me changed. It was heaven for me. I was too busy off in my own world, thinking about the past six months, completely unaware that Mummy and Auntie had gone up to the stage we had set up by the wall (one that we could store out of the way for the rest of the month between events). So I focused and listened to what they both had to say. “I think we can start now,” Mummy said, standing up in front of everyone. I could tell it was taking a lot out of her to do this, which just made me more proud of her, but as Auntie said… it’s her idea, she should be the one leading. “Most, if not all of you are here now. Now… I just want to go over a few basic rules and say a few thank yous up front, then we can just relax and have a fun, kinky evening.” “Woo!” Someone replied from the audience, making Mummy and everyone else laugh. “Someone’s excited!” Becks joked. “So… as you all know me and Becks, I’d just like to welcome you all to tonight's first event! This isn’t like our lovely Lydia’s events, which we’re all grateful for. No, our event is going to fit neatly between those events, providing a safe, relaxing space in which we can all chat and socialise and learn things, without needing to dress up vanilla like a munch. It’s a nice middle ground between the kinky fun of the event, and the casual nature of a munch. Tonight you are free to do some kinky things, though we have made a sign making it clear which kinks are not to be played out here… Spankings, teasing, a good bit of bondage or whatever is fine. No wetting, please, this is a cafe after all, unless your sub is thickly padded, like mine is!” She pointed out to me, and all eyes turned to look straight at me… And I was suddenly burning hotter than the sun. “Speaking of my lovely sub… Lovely baby maid Chloe here, and lovely lil pup maid Craig over there will be taking your orders. Menus are on your tables, so feel free to order whatever you like. And feel free to tease or lightly spank your server. Within reason…” she growled that last part, you could tell how protective she was being and how she was not joking. Light spankings or squeezing my padding are fine, I discussed this with her earlier. Craig agreed to the same treatment, minus the nappy. But anything else and people will be thrown out. But then they only sold tickets to those they trusted from the event, no newbies. These are all vetted by Lydia, Becks and Sam, so they’ll behave. Mummy just wanted to warn them again and remind them of her claim to her property. Which is me. I’m hers. I still get giddy thinking about that. “Seriously, I don’t care if you’re seven foot tall and a huge burly dom, I’ll kick your arse…” Becks warned. “Play nicely with our subs. They’re not yours, they’re doing this because they want to enhance the experience for you all tonight. So be nice, or else…” That’s when Lydia chimed in from the counter. “Anyone who acts out here gets banned from future events, and that means you also get banned from my events. Just saying.” Everyone nodded, clearly accepting the terms of tonight’s event. “Good,” my girlfriend continued. “Now that that is out of the way… the rules have been sent out to you with your invites, they are also posted on the sides, and if you are to leave, please leave the same way you came in… in vanilla clothes. If you need a more private changing area, there are little curtained areas off at the back you can change in, the ones some of you used to change into your wonderful outfits for tonight. Right… I’ll just say a few quick thank yous, then I’ll leave you all to enjoy your evening. Oh and don’t forget… rope workshop in an hour. Right, let me just say thank you to Lydia for all your help organising this and all your support, we couldn’t have done it without you. Becks… My business partner and friend, you mean the world to me and without you this shop wouldn’t even exist, let alone be hosting such a wonderful event for everyone here. Plus your pastries are to die for! Craig… you look fucking adorable in that maid uniform and I fully expect Becks to make you wear it more often…” “HEY!” he cried out. “And thank you, seriously, you’ve helped me, Becks, Chloe… hell, you help everyone out so much and you don’t get enough thanks. So thank you, Craig, from the bottom of my heart, thank you. Please, everyone… make sure to give him extra squeezes on those cute cheeks of his…” “WHICH CHEEKS?” someone yelled, cheekily. Sam looked over at Craig and grinned. “Whichever you want…” I looked over at Craig to see him pouting and squirming. He was loving this so much. “And thank you to the lovely Lucy, who will be both our rope bunny and our entertainment throughout the evening. I’m so glad you could make it tonight.” Lucy smiled over at her, looking fucking adorable as she did. “And one last thank you to the love of my life. And my little slut. And my baby. And my soulmate. Chloe… without whom I’d be drifting, aimless and hopeless. You’re my rock, babygirl. And… I fully expect that nappy to be full by the end of tonight, baby.” “Your drink, Sir…” I said, setting a pot of tea on the table, along with a cup for him and a cup for his sub, who was currently gagged and bound in her chair. She looked so happy and peaceful all tied up like that… and it reminded me of all the times Sam had tied me up like that. I’m hoping that maybe one of these events I’ll be allowed to be in that kind of situation, because as much as I’m really enjoying serving everyone tonight (especially the women who have patted my padded backside and cooed at me and teased me… the men I weren’t too fussed about), I’d love to get to enjoy this event as a participant rather than a host. Maybe Becks and Sam can take turns, as we definitely overestimated how many workers we’d need, despite being packed. Mostly because everyone was too busy having a good time to focus on their tea not being delivered quickly enough. “Well aren’t you just an adorable little thing?” he said, being genuinely nice and not creepy. Sam assured me they only invited those vetted by her, Becks and Lydia… so we could trust everyone in here, they were all lovely. All the toxic Doms weren’t invited. No men groped me tonight, as apparently that was a very clear rule on the board, they only treated me like the little baby I looked like… and they were allowed to pat my padded bum sometimes (and only pat it!). The women, however, didn't have such a rule, and as long as they didn’t push it too much, Sam had given them permission to squeeze my padding at any moment… and my boobs. This is something I did know beforehand, as Sam and I had talked in depth about our limitations as both individuals and as a couple, and we agreed that we were secure and open and in a healthy enough relationship that we could handle a bit of outside ‘influence’. In other words… She was happy for others to grope me and tease me, as long as there was no intimate kissing or actual sex. And spankings with any decent amount of power behind them had to be okayed and observed by my Mama. Light spankings were fine. And so far I was loving it. The amount of ‘Oh look at you, precious little baby… come sit on my lap for a bit’ as I was serving people… I lost count of how many laps I sat on. And each time I did, I glanced over at Sam to make sure this was okay, and she smiled and nodded back… so I let myself enjoy being cooed and doted upon by all these gorgeous women, even the subs! At one point Mama came over, because I was on one woman’s lap for too long and needed to serve more people, speaking up and telling her “Sorry for disturbing, but I need my baby back for a while. Maybe she can come back and sit on your lap again later. Maybe with a little toy popped inside her nappy…” which got the woman’s attention… and mine. We had a lot of fun that night. And I couldn’t wait to do it again. And people seemed to really enjoy it. We created a thing of our own, it went great, and we were already planning future ones. I was exhausted by the end of it, but I had so many amazing memories from this night that I don’t think I’ll ever forget. Especially not the one where Sam told me to intentionally drop a cup on the floor (she made sure there wasn’t tea inside it, no hot liquids, she had thought ahead!)... and I quickly found out why… …When I was scolded in front of everyone like a stupid little girl and thrown over her lap… Unf… I’ll never forget that memory until the day I die. ===================================================== The chapter a lot of people waited for. I hope you enjoyed it! Only two more chapters to go (including epilogue!) New story just started on my subscribestar! Expect it here a month's time! Subscribers get new story 22nd April, that new story starts on here 20th May. 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 April 29 Author Posted April 29 Chapter 70: Dress Shopping Bound – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- Samantha “Thanks for coming.” “Hey, it’s no problem. Plus you need me for sizing, right?” I replied, smiling at my sister as we walked into the dress shop she had asked to meet us in. “Yeah, but you could’ve just given me your size. And Chloe’s. I appreciate you coming to support me and helping me pick out a dress for the wedding.” “Trix, you know I would never miss this for the world.” “I’m just so happy you’re here. I…” I could see the sadness in her eyes. She was holding back her tears. And I knew why. “I miss her too. And I think she’d be so fuckin proud of you.” “You’re going to make me cry…” Trixie said, nearly sobbing. “Go on, get in there. Let’s find you a dress. Just… don’t let us wear anything horrible. Just because you’re the bride doesn’t mean we have to look too bad in comparison, okay?” I joked, pushing my little sister into the shop and closing the door behind me. “So where is Chloe anywhere?” Trix asked me, as she stood in front of me, waiting for the woman who owns the shop to go get some potential dresses. Apparently my sister had gone all-in on some expert service here, most likely at Dad’s insistence. No idea why, but Dad was pushing us to go here for a dress. “She’ll be here later, she’s got a Doctor’s appointment.” I sat there, in my longest black maxi dress and red leather jacket, legs crossed with my heavy boot hanging over, sipping on some champagne, wishing it was something a bit better like cider or a nice cocktail… but hey, booze is included in the package apparently. So I’m not going to say no, even if champagne tastes like crap. I had opted for this outfit because I wanted to blow Chloe’s adorable little mind… and I needed something easy to get in and out of if I was trying on multiple dresses for my Sister’s wedding. I am the Maid of Honour, after all. Chloe was expected to join us in about an hour, so she can try on bridesmaid dresses for my sister, as she agreed to be one of three of them, the other two being two friends of Trix’s. Sadly, they couldn’t make it, so my Sister is using Chloe as a doll to find the right bridesmaid dresses. Which I’m totally normal about and totally not wanting to do more dollification stuff with Chloe later on… God, I’ve enjoyed the past seven months living together. It’s been perfect. We just… connect. On every level. And we’re both open and honest about everything now, even with little worries, so we discuss it and fix any issues we have. I still kick myself for having fucked up in the first place, causing the first breakup (even if her ex had a hand in it, manipulating her in the background), because if I had just taken care of my shop and continued dating Chloe, we’d have moved in with each other a year earlier. But then I can’t go thinking like that because what if I did change things back then? I never would’ve gone into business with Becks, we wouldn’t be running our own kink nights at Bound, and I don’t think Chloe and I would be as open and honest with each other as we are now. I think the fact that we both held things back the first time led to us being more open this time around. And it’s working so fucking well. “So how’s married life?” my sister teased. “We’re not married,” I replied, rolling my eyes at her. “Yet. Speaking of… when are you going to pop the question?” “I… shush. It’s too early.” “Sam. I’ve seen the way you look at that girl. The way you talk to each other. It’s even more sickeningly sweet than me and Oliver. You need to propose!” “I… I’ve thought about it.” Trixie’s eyes widened and her smile grew twice as big. “REALLY? WHEN? HOW?” “I don’t know. I haven’t decided,” I said, being truthful. Sure, I’ve thought about a hundred different ways I could propose to Chloe. But I haven’t decided on one yet. Because I don’t know when I’ll ask her. A year? Two? I love her… and I definitely do want to marry that girl… but… I also don’t want to rush… “Nonsense. Ask that girl to marry you. Just… not at my wedding. I don’t want you stealing the spotlight on my big day.” “You know I’d never do that to you, Trix.” “Yeah, you avoid the spotlight, thankfully.” “Whereas you revel in it…” I teased her, which caused her to pose like a model and grin at me. “Bea?” the shop owner called out, appearing from behind a curtain. “Yeah?” “We’re ready for you,” she replied, walking out and opening the curtain for my sister to walk through… not before she squealed a little. The woman walked over to the counter and grabbed something, before heading back… and something was bugging me. Part of it was why she used my Sister’s name so informally, I would’ve thought she’d have to be a bit more professional, at least in a fancy shop like this. But it was something else… like Dad’s insistence that we came here. “Umm… Susan?” I called out, stopping her before she could return to assist my sister. “Yes, Sam?” she asked, stopping on the spot and smiling at me. See… there it is again. I don’t mind it, I hate my full name being used. But… why is she not using it? “Do you know my Dad? He insisted my Sister come here for her dress… so I assumed he must know you, or have a reason for pushing us…” She didn’t say anything right away, she just laughed a little to herself, smiling warmly. “You probably don’t remember me.” Should I remember her? Because she’s not wrong… I don’t remember her at all. From her grey hair tied up into a neat little bun, her gorgeous waistcoat and shirt combo, her long dark grey skirt that matched the waistcoat… She looked amazing… but not familiar. “No, sorry, I don’t.” “I… umm… sorry for listening in on your conversation with your Sister… but did she say you have a girlfriend?” “Yeah… she did… why?” Okay… this was getting a bit weird. “How did your Mum react?” That took me by surprise, and I genuinely didn’t know how to react. “Why?” I asked, just uttering the first words I could think of. “I… used to know her,” she smiled awkwardly… with a hint of sadness on her face. “You did?” “I… was her best friend. Many many years ago. I… came out to her… and she umm… well lets just say our friendship ended there.” “You knew my Mum… and you’re gay?” “Yeah…” she said awkwardly, avoiding eye contact with me. It was at this point that Trix popped her head out of the curtain to see what the holdup was, only to end up listening in to our conversation. “We were the best of friends for most of our lives. Then I came out to her… and back then she was still under her parent’s influence.” “Parent’s influence? You mean my grandparents?” I never knew my grandparents. Dad never talks about Mum’s parents, and Mum never talked about them when she was around. They had died a few years after I was born, but I have no memory of them. All I knew was that they weren’t on speaking terms towards the end. “Yeah. They were very religious. They taught your Mother that it was a sin for two women to love each other. So… when I came out, and her parents found out… she was forced to end our friendship or she’d be cut off from the family. She and your Dad had just had your sister, you were only young at this point, so I don’t blame you for not remembering ‘Auntie Sue’. Your Mum and I knew each other since Primary School. It broke me when she had to cut contact.” “I’m so sorry… I never knew.” “It wasn’t until after your Mum died, that your Dad visited me and told me she had broken away from her parents a year or two after that, and she regretted being so easily influenced and missed me up until the end. But you know your Mum… she was too upset with herself to actually reach out and fix things before then. So when I heard you had a girlfriend… I wondered if what your Dad was saying about her changing was true…” “I…” Okay Sam… you’ve discussed this lot with people already. It’s a sore subject for you, but you’ve got this. “...I wish she had been supportive.” “Oh? So was your Dad lying?” “No… he wasn’t. She wasn’t always like that. But the illness… it messed with her mind towards the end. So I bet that religious upbringing of hers was brought back to the surface.” “I’m so sorry. I think your Mum would be proud of you. She always liked to see the best in people. And when I came out she was shocked… but not disgusted. Not until her parents started getting in her head and making threats.” “Thanks, ‘Auntie Sue’.” “I know you don’t remember calling me that as a toddler, but you have no idea how much I missed that…” she smiled at me, nearly tearing up. I was about ready to cry at this point. No wonder Dad pushed us to come here. I think he wanted us to get a bit more closure, but didn’t want to push things or push Susan into anything. Typical Dad. “Can… look, my sister needs a dress and I think if we continue talking whilst she’s pouting through the curtain, she’ll demote me from maid of honour.” “I’M NOT POUTING! I’M CRYING!” My sister ran out, towards Susan, and wrapped her arms around her. “But… Auntie Sue… maybe we… I mean… could we…” I mumbled, awkwardly, whilst my Sister enjoyed her hug with Auntie Sue. “Chat?” she said, knowing what I was about to say, wiping the tears from her eyes. “And I tell you embarrassing stories about your Mum when she was a kid? I’d love nothing more.” “What about this dress?” Trix said, before strutting out of the changing area, into the large shop floor, admiring herself in all the mirrors. It had been an hour now… ish… and she had tried on countless dresses. And we hadn’t even gotten to the bridesmaid dresses. But each dress she tried on just wasn’t right. And I wasn’t expecting to like this one either, because none of them seemed right on my Sister. But at least we were having a great time talking about my Mum, reminiscing, getting to know more about ‘Auntie Sue’. She was so lovely and I genuinely wish she wasn’t made to leave when we were little. But when I looked up, the door swung open… and in walked Chloe, panting and breathing heavily. “Chlo!” Trix called out. “So glad you could make it. You look exhausted!” “Didn’t… wanna… be… any… later… than… I… already… was…” Chloe replied, in between deep, heavy breaths as she stomped over to my sister. “...Sorry…” And at that point… I saw my Sister wearing this big poofy Princess-style wedding dress… next to my girlfriend… and everything just… clicked. I needed this to happen. I need her. In that. Chloe needs to be in that. It was a horrible dress for Trix… but I could just picture it on Chloe and it was… perfect. “I don’t like this dress. Doesn’t suit me,” Trix said. Chloe looked at it like it was the prettiest dress ever… she was speechless. Sue, who was sitting on the sofa next to me, admiring the dress, must have noticed something, because she leaned in and whispered something to me. “Is that the girlfriend? She’s cute. And yes, I see it too. Want me to put it aside?” “Am I drooling or something?” I replied back in whisper. “Hun, I have eyes. Your girlfriend is adorable, and that dress looks like it’s made for her. I can easily set it aside, if that’s something you’d be interested in…” “It wouldn’t be for a long while though...” “Sam… I’m your Auntie Sue. Let me do this for you. Even if it goes into storage for a year or two.” “Are you sure?” I could tell from her smile that she genuinely cared for my Mum, and now she wanted to do something for her daughter. So who am I to say no? Especially if my girlfriend could wear… that. I better get planning… ===================================================== Just a nice bit of character development for Sam before we end it all. Don't miss the epilogue this Sunday! New story just started on my subscribestar! Expect it here a month's time! Subscribers get new story 22nd April, that new story starts on here 20th May. Don't forget I'm on Subscribestar! 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LittleFallenPrincess Posted May 3 Author Posted May 3 Epilogue: Wedding Bound – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- Chloe Pullups. At a wedding. I was mortified. Thankfully, no one vanilla here could tell that I had a cutesy pullup under my bridesmaid dress. It was pink. It has princesses on it. Mummy failed to inform me of this development until the day of the wedding, when she was helping me get dressed nice and early so we could go help her sister prepare for her big day. And after much arguing and pouting and maybe even a little bit of bratting… of course she won and I was a blushy mess with lipstick marks on my neck. After cleaning me up and heading out in our beautiful mauve bridesmaid dresses, we arrived at Sam’s Dad’s place nice and early, ready to help Beatrice get ready. I still couldn’t believe she had asked me to be a bridesmaid. It made sense that Sam was her Maid of Honour, but me? I was just Sam’s girlfriend. She had asked me back when we weren’t even living together! That was like a year ago now! But apparently, when I’ve brought it up with Beatrice, she’s always said she likes me, and has a good feeling about me. I’m not one to disappoint anyone, so… fine, I’ll be a bridesmaid. “You look gorgeous, Chloe,” Beatrice said to me, smiling at me through the reflection in her tableside mirror. “And what about me? Am I just a trash bag?” Sam asked, joking with her sister as she did her makeup. “You clean up well…” Beatrice joked back. “Thanks!” Sam replied, rolling her eyes and laughing. “Don’t! You’ll make me laugh, and my makeup needs to be perfect!” “Trix… You could actually be wearing a trash bag and that boy would still marry you. He’s so in love with you.” “I guess you’re right. Say, Chloe, mind going grabbing my purse from downstairs? I think I left my phone in it.” “Sure!” I ran downstairs, as carefully as I could in these heels, grabbing what I assume was Beatrice’s bag, and rushed back upstairs. But as I looked over, she had her phone next to her. “Promise?” Beatrice asked her Sis, before Sam nodded back and smiled. That’s when Beatrice noticed me and held up her phone, looking awkward and guilty. “Sorry! I forgot I brought it up with me. I’m so forgetful today. Thank you anyway!” I handed the bag over to her, before Sam pulled me over and wrapped her arm around me, hugging me tightly and kissing the top of my head, making me melt. ----------------------------------------------------- “I now pronounce you husband and wife… you may kiss the bride…” I wanted to cry so bad, but I held it in to make sure I didn’t ruin my makeup, as apparently I was set to appear in some of the wedding photos, which was making me a bit anxious. But I guess I should’ve expected that, seeing as I’m a bridesmaid. I even got invited to the bachelorette party last week… which was a lot of fun, as I got to go with Sam. But I must say, Oliver and Beatrice looked perfect together. They reminded me of a much less kinky, much less queer version of Sam and I. It was like they were made for each other. I do wonder what the future holds for Mama and I. Will we get married eventually? Will we have kids? I mean sure, we’ll have to adopt or find a sperm donor or something, but maybe kids are something we could consider. I wouldn’t be averse to having them, but at the same time I’m not that fussed if we didn’t have them. I guess these are things Sam and I really need to start having discussions about, because up until now, it’s all been a really long extended honeymoon phase of our relationship. We did the moving in, I’m working with her at Bound, and we’re pretty serious. But we never talk about the future. Mostly because Sam avoids it. Maybe I’ll push her a bit more in the next month. Speaking of Bound… Becks and Craig were here, having fun on the dancefloor, with Craig looking like a dog trying to party… which I guess is appropriate for him. Becks was just enjoying seeing Craig have fun. After the newlyweds kissed to seal their entwined fates, we moved the fun over to a reception hall, where we were having a big reception with both families having fun. And here I was, nervously sitting by the side, drink in hand, watching Becks and Craig having fun on the dance floor, and my girlfriend… well she’s off somewhere. Mingling I guess. Having fun. It’s her sisters wedding I guess, which means she’s got her hands full with family and friends. I felt a bit lonely, but hey, she’ll be back soon. And she promised to bring food from the buffet. So I’ve got that to look forward to at least. Sadly I didn’t really know anyone else at this wedding. I knew Becks, Craig and Sam, obviously. I know Sam’s Dad. I know ‘Auntie Sue’, the woman who we met at the dress shop, the one who Sam told me all about, after they reunited after many years, but I don’t know her that well yet. I know Beatrice… but I don’t really know her new husband. That’s it. There’s about a hundred here, it’s a pretty big thing, with Oliver’s parents footing the bill for most of it. Thankfully, they’re slightly well off. I do wonder what kind of wedding I’d want. I don’t think I’d want something as big and lavish as this, I’d want something a bit more intimate. Maybe just family. Sam’s Dad, her sister and her sister’s new husband. My parents. Becks. Craig. Lucy. Steph. Daniel. Maybe Lydia if she’d be comfortable coming. I mean she’s pretty close with us, even with our past relationship, so I can’t see any reason why she wouldn’t want to come to our wedding if we ever have one. That’s it. Probably Auntie Sue too, because she’s so lovely and very much like a close Aunt to Sam now, which has been so nice to be a witness to. It’s not like getting her Mum back, I don’t think anyone could ever replace that woman… but she’s still really good for her. It definitely gave her that little bit of closure regarding her Mum that she needed. I know I have other family members, but maybe we’d have a big party a while after the wedding or something? I’d just want something cosy and personal on the day. “Care for a dance?” a voice whispered in my ear from behind. “No, sorry, I’m waiting for my girl-” I looked around and started replying before I saw who it was, before going quiet as soon as I saw her face and her outstretched hand. “What about my food?” “I did promise food, didn’t I?” “You did!” I whined at Sam, who just giggled at me! Totally not fair! “Okay… a dance, then I’ll go over with you and I’ll help you pick out the nice things from the buffet. Sounds fair?” “...Only because you look so heckin gorgeous…” I mumbled. “How can I say no?” And so, taking my hand, she helped me up onto my feet, and shuffled awkwardly with me being towed behind her, towards the dance floor. I’m not big on dancing, I look like I’m a cat whose owner has their hands under my front legs, forcing me to dance on my hind legs. I’m not joking, I’m that bad. Sam… it appears… at least can fake competence when it comes to dancing, as she held me in her arms and just swayed. Damn… I never danced with anyone before. I forgot couples can just do this extremely lazy non-dancing dance. Which is perfect for me. So as she wrapped her arm around me, clasping her fingers around mine with her other hand, I gently rested my head on her shoulder, swaying in rhythm with her, enjoying this romantic moment with her. “I love this…” I mumbled, smiling at how perfect this moment was. “Me too. And I love you, little one.” “I love you too, Mama…” “You enjoying yourself?” she asked. “Uh huh! You?” “I am.” “Then why is your heart beating a mile a minute?” “Just is, sweetie. I’m okay,” she said, in that way I’m used to by now… the same way she brushes things off when she’s anxious or worried. That, mixed with how awkward she looked when I walked in earlier after grabbing Bea’s purse… something was up. But I didn’t want to cause a scene. “You know you can tell me anything, right?” Perfect. Not too direct, but enough that maybe she’ll open up a bit. You did it, good job me. “Nothing gets past you, does it, babygirl?” she sighed, smiling awkwardly at me as she stared into my eyes. God… those gorgeous eyes of hers… I could stare into them all day and never lose interest. “What’s up? You’ve been acting awkward all day. Even through the ceremony you kept squeezing my hand. And what was that promise you made to your Sister?” I watched as she broke contact between our eyes, looking around, before focusing with laser precision on the doors at the back of the hall. “Come. I’ll explain outside.” Okay… I'm a bit worried now. But… she’s open to talking about it. Which shows how much she’s improved since we first dated. She doesn’t bottle everything up. I’m proud of her. Still worried about this secret she’s keeping, but proud of her still. And hey, I’ll know it soon, too! She took the hand that was entwined with mine, and pulled away from our embrace, before walking slowly in the direction of the doors, pulling me along for the ride, grabbing her bag along the way. ----------------------------------------------------------- “So… what’s this you wanted to talk to me about outside? And are you going to tell me what promise you made to your sister?” I asked, leaning against the railing. The music was thumping, even out here, though it was definitely being muffled by the brick walls. It was that nice but weird feeling that you’d get leaving a club or whatever. The awkward silence-but-not-silence. You get the fresh air and the silence of the streets, but in the background you can still hear the bass of the music coming from inside the building behind you. I always enjoyed that feeling, not sure why. Which I must admit, was helping a bit, because right now I was a bit anxious. Was she losing the shop again? Were they in financial trouble? Was there something wrong with her health? Her Dad? It could be anything and my stupid brain is jumping to every possible outcome trying to figure it out… so I really need to shut my own thoughts off for a second, because if I wait even that little amount of time, she’ll probably tell me. “Chloe. I love you.” “Oh god, you’re dying, aren’t you?” “Dying? Is that what your brain went to?” she replied, trying to hold back her laughter, making me feel awkward and embarrassed and made me want to do nothing but pout back at her. “Well it was either that, you’re losing the shop, or you’re cheating on me. But you’d never do the last one. So… I took an educated guess.” “You’re too fucking adorable, you know that?” “So you’re not dying?” “No, silly little Duckie.” “Then what?” “I’m saying I love you. And that I promised my Sister I wouldn’t make a big thing of it and I would keep it a secret on her big day so as to not take away any of the focus on her.” “Okay… what big thing? Telling me you love me?” “This…” She reached behind her, reaching into her bag… pulling out a rather large, but flat, box. “What-” “Chloe. I love you. I love you more than anything. I love you more than life itself. I love you more than I ever thought I could love another person.” See… with the way she’s saying this, I would’ve assumed now was the time she’d pull out a little black box, one just big enough to fit a certain kind of ring in it… but this box in front of her, laying flat in her open palm… was much too big for a ring. “Okay… I mean, I love you too…” I replied, extremely awkwardly, realising how fucking stupid I sounded when she just said something so romantic and sweet and lovely and I just reply with basically ‘yeah, samesies’. Thankfully, she wasn’t insulted by this. She knows me too well by now. I always put my foot in my mouth during important moments. She just laughed and smiled at me, warmly. “Sweetie, my sister gave me permission to use this special day to ask you one thing. Provided we both keep it a secret for at least until she gets back from her honeymoon. Today is still all about her, but she understood how such a special day with us all dressed up like this would make this extra special.” “Totally not cryptic or anything…” “Chloe Evelyn Green…” Then it dawned on me. As soon as she awkwardly got down on one knee and opened the jewellery box. Which was awkward because of the dress she was wearing. “Will you marry me?” Okay so the little black box wasn’t a ring. It was a collar. An eternity collar. A perfectly round simple silver collar you can’t remove without a key… a key that Sam will hold. I had seen other subs wearing these at events. I always thought they were so pretty, and hoped that maybe one day I’d get one. Turns out… It's her version of a wedding ring. She was proposing with one of these. Which is… so us. But this one looked special. This one wasn’t just pure silver. This one had familiar gold lines and markings around it… just like my stuffie. Kintsugi, that’s it. Which made this even more special, because its meaning has a deep connection with us… and our whole relationship. From the moment we met, to breaking up, to coming back together but stronger… We don't shy away from the past, we learn from it, we embrace our imperfections and past mistakes, making us stronger and more beautiful. I can also see why she needed her sister’s permission to propose to me today… on her sister’s wedding day. Because anyone proposing at a wedding is an absolutely selfish arsehole. But Sam isn’t like that. I can tell. She obviously wanted a special occasion for us both to be at. Somewhere romantic. But clearly she needs her sister’s permission. Which makes the whole ‘keeping the proposal a secret for a couple of weeks’ thing make a lot more sense. She didn’t want to wait any longer. So she brings me out here, proposes to me, I say yes, then we go in and pretend we didn’t get engaged. Which makes the lack of ring thing even more sensible, otherwise people would be asking why I’ve suddenly got an engagement ring on. Wait… I’m forgetting something, aren’t I? I swear it’s on the tip of my- SHIT. “YES!” I blurted out, realising I hadn’t actually responded, and here she was, awkwardly on one knee, clearly in some amount of pain, waiting for my fucking dumbass response. She pounced up like a cat, wrapping her arms around me, planting the biggest kiss ever on my lips, squeezing me like this was the happiest moment in her life. …And I did the same. Because it was. ------------------------------------------------ Becks realised as soon as she saw the collar, after we had eventually walked back into the hall. Because of course she did. This is Becks we’re talking about. And of course she told Craig what the collar meant, to which he offered his congratulations. Though Sam quickly made them keep quiet about it, as no one was supposed to know or celebrate this. This is her Sister’s big day, she doesn’t want to ruin it. So Becks and Craig kept quiet. We’d celebrate that evening. May even tell Sam’s Dad once her Sis is on the plane to wherever it is they’re going for their honeymoon. But no celebrating here, on their big day. Sam already feels bad, but apparently it was her Sister who had pushed her into proposing today, which took us all by surprise. Beatrice insisted she do it today… just asked that we keep it secret until they’ve flown off at least. I had a few lovely comments about my new accessory, but we just said it was a gift from Sam. Only four of us knew the significance of it. And one other knew it was an item being used to propose, but didn’t know the significance of it… that person being her sister. “Congratulations you two!” Beatrice said, looking at my new ‘necklace’, sounding more excited about Sam and I getting engaged more than her own wedding. “Thanks Sis. And thanks for the push. You know I could’ve just done it another time, right?” Sam replied. “You two can’t wait. You’re too perfect together. Just don’t leave it too long before you two get married, okay?” “I promise we won’t, Sis. And clear your schedule, you’re my Maid of Honour,” Sam replied. “I gladly accept! Say, Sam, mind getting us drinks? I’m feeling a bit parched,” Beatrice said. “Sure. Chloe, you want something?” Sam asked me. “Sure, whatever you’re having,” I replied. Sam walked off, towards the bar… when Beatrice turned and stared right at me. Or should I say… at the necklace. And she just… grinned. That’s when she said something. Something I don’t think I’ll ever forget. “An eternity collar, eh? Yeah that makes sense.” ===================================================== And that's it. Bound is finished. This had a lot of views but not many comments, so I really hope you all enjoyed it. I know some people really loved it, and have asked that I either return to these two or possibly write another slice of life kinda story, and I may do just that at some point, though it won't be for a while as I've got too many stories planned (too many stories in my mind and in my notes, not enough time to write them all!). Next story from me is a monstrum story that is more of an anthology, with multiple protagonists in their own 'books', all linked together, with lots of returning faces. I'm over 3/4 done with writing it, and its up to chapter 4 on my subscribestar now. I'm extremely excited for this one, I put a lot of love and effort into it, and it's a lot more of a mystery story this time, so I'm excited for all the theories to come out of it. But to thank my amazing subscribers, I'm now giving them a month's early access rather than 2 weeks, which means for the first time in what... five years I think I've been on here?... 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