by Tina Moore
Hurt, Clare took the long way home. She walked past her favorite shops but didn’t feel like going it. Why would she feel like she needed to lie about anything? Why not tell them what she did on the weekend? Clare thought to herself as she kicked a stone onto the road. Her sadness turned to anger by the time she got home, and she slammed the door shut to her apartment. If she’s there tonight I am going to fucking break her, Clare thought to herself as she got ready to go to a kinksters meet and greet evening at one of her favorite bars. She wore her hair down tonight; it was not the scene where dress protocol was enforced. So she pulled on a smart pair of fitted black pants and an elegant red chiffon blouse matched with cream pumps. She wore a black fitted leather jacket over the top and a stare that could cut glass. Clare was still fuming from hearing Holly spread lies about her through the workplace and she was grateful none of her colleagues had her phone number. The last thing she wanted to do was get into a who did what and who said what over Holly’s little games.
Parking, Clare got out of her car and walked into the bar. She mingled with the usual people, slightly disappointed but slightly relieved that Holly wasn’t there. As the night passed, Clare met several women she would have usually been happy to spend time with, and yet, tonight they seemed dull. She excused herself from the girl she had been talking to for the better part of an hour and decided to go home. She exited the bar and turned the corner to see Holly walking in the opposite direction. Smiling widely, Holly sped up to catch Clare who stopped walking and waited for Holly to reach her.
“Hi!” Holly exclaimed excitedly as she approached Clare. Clare just grabbed her by the wrist and firmly pulled her to the car.
“Hey, I wanted to go to the bar,” Holly said as Clare unlocked her car. Clare looked at Holly with fire in her eyes.
“Get in,” she roughly ordered. Holly made a pouty face and got into the car without a word. Clare went around to the driver’s side and pulled out onto the street.
“Take off your panties,” Clare ordered. Holly lifted her skirt almost without thinking and pulled them off.
“Play with your pussy, it’ll be the only action it gets tonight,” Clare explained. Holly reached down and began to stroke her clit.
“Keep your skirt up baby,” Clare said in the kindest tone she had used with Holly knowing that she wanted to fuck with her mind tonight.
Mommy, can I please cum?” Holly begged. Clare pulled into her driveway and pushed Holly’s hand out-of-the-way and pulled her skirt down.
“No that’s Enough. Come, baby,” Clare said unbuckling Holly’s seat belt. Holly got out and followed Clare into her house. This time Holly made it further than the living room as Clare took her into the bathroom straight away. She brought Holly to the bathroom counter and took a cake of soap out of her bathroom drawer and pushed it into Holly’s mouth.
“Who the fuck do you think you are little one, making up lies about me,” Clare angrily yelled as Holly struggled under her grip.
“I didn’t,” Holly tried to say, but the soap taste just intensified with her attempt to lie, so she shut up very quickly but continued to struggle.
“Don’t even fucking try to tell me you didn’t because I heard you, you little bitch,” Clare added before taking out the cake of soap from her mouth. She ran the water for Holly who lapped it up eager to get the taste of soap out of her mouth.
“I’m sorry,” Holly begged as she looked up at Clare who was still furious. Clare didn’t believe her, but there were still ways she could make sure Holly never lied about her again, and that was about to begin.
Clare took her out of the bathroom and into her bedroom. Holly looked around and took it all in. Clare’s bedroom looked like a room from some vampire movie. It had high ceilings and a gothic style bed in the middle of the room. The candles illuminated dark linen Clare was lighting which sat on marble shelves that wrapped around the room. On the floor was a thick fur rug and there was a flogging cross in the corner facing the bed. Holly felt nervous.
“We are just still playing kinda safe right, Mommy?” She asked as Clare took one of the candles and brought it over to the bed where Holly was sitting. Clare nodded, and Holly felt her energy shift. She knew Clare was going to give her a wonderful time; she just hoped she could handle it. Clare affectionately pushed Holly down and kissed her lovingly enjoying feeling Holly’s arms wrap around her, but Holly’s shocked gasp broke their kiss as Clare poured candle wax onto her thigh.
“Shh, let Mommy show you some new things baby,” Clare said in a low, slightly depraved voice. Holly, who was still fully clothed, reached down to pull her skirt up, not wanting to get wax on it. Clare noticed and smiled.
“Oh, does the baby want her pretty clothes to stay nice and clean?” She said as she deliberately poured wax over Holly’s skirt before lifting it and pouring the leftover wax onto her panties. Holly gasped and moaned as the warm wax stimulated her clit. Clare put the candle down on the concrete floor and looked down at her plaything.
“Don’t worry, Mommy will get you some new clothes baby girl,” she said, slowly taking off Holly’s ruined garments. Clare stood and took Holly’s wrist firmly in her hand and pulled her over to the flogging cross. Clare’s fingers were on Holly’s pulse, and she felt her blood pump faster in her veins and laughed.
“I’m not going to hurt you, little girl,” Clare reassured her as she tied both wrists high above her head. Clare stood back and saw Holly’s elongated body. She pulled up her shirt and ran her fingernails over Holly’s toned stomach, making her tense her muscles nervously.
“I guess you’re going to stay there for Mommy until I’m done with you. Isn’t that right baby?” Clare asked as she left the room. Ten minutes later, Holly was nervously sweating with the heat from the candles, and her nervousness and a trickle traced down her stomach delighting Clare who had returned.
“Don’t you look divine and ready for the taking my pretty little doll,” Clare said as she slapped Holly’s thighs making her part them. Clare never broke eye contact with Holly as she began to rub her gently. Holly broke and looked behind Clare to see what she had bought back into the room. A bondage rope lay sprawled across the bed next to shiny gold and white pacifier gag, and a vibrating butt plug.
“Are you going to tie me up?” Holly said breathlessly. It was hot in the room now, and Clare ran both her hands through Holly’s hair, slicking it back as she kissed her neck.
“Yes, baby girl,” Clare replied lovingly. Tonight, she was going to use Holly until she was nothing more than her good girl knowing that she could stop at any time but refusing to. Clare took the gag, gently buckled it in place and rubbed Holly’s pussy feeling how wet and eager she was. Clare was somewhat relieved Holly was still so willing to play and untied her from the cross. She smiled in amusement as Holly came in for a cuddle, needing to feel Clare’s love and Clare filed away that Holly needed aftercare throughout playing not just after playing. Clare sat down on the bed with Holly and held her close, looking into Holly’s sweet, vulnerable eyes after each kiss of her cheek and forehead.
“Do you want to keep going?” Clare asked and patted Holly to spread her thighs when she nodded yes. Clare placed one hand on Holly’s chest, letting her weight drop and pinning Holly to the bed, making her gasp for each breath as she slowly snaked her fingers down to Holly’s cunt.
“You’ll feel this,” Clare said as she spanked Holly’s pussy with her full hand making Holly yelp from behind the gag. Clare rubbed her after each spank and enjoyed feeling Holly get wetter with each hit.
“You like this don’t you baby,” Clare asked coming down hard on Holly’s wet pussy. Holly nodded, and Clare could see her trying to push past a limit. Clare spent longer rubbing Holly, made her spanks less painful, and loving smiled down at Holly as she pushed two fingers into her. Clare enjoyed at how open Holly’s pussy was, how desperate she was to be fucked.
“I’m going to fist you, darling,” Clare said and pushed her fist into Holly without
further warning. Holly clenched her muscles but was too horny to be able to keep Clare out, and Clare began fisting Holly ever so gently. Holly moaned and tried to escape Clare’s reach only resulting in Clare pumping her harder.
“It looks like you can take it baby girl, Mommy is going to use you tonight. Your pretty body is made for fucking, isn’t it Holly?” Clare asked rhetorically, putting some muscle behind each thrust of her fist. Holly just lay there, moaning and panting as cum covered Clare’s wrist time after time. She took her hand off Holly’s chest and the sudden fullness of her lungs combined with the heat of the room and the fucking she was taking almost made her pass out. Clare saw her eyes begin to roll back and felt her body go limp and pulled out of her. Clare decided the rope would have to wait and took out the gag and blew out the candles, opened her long wall length window, and held Holly as she came back down.
“I have never felt something so intense before,” Holly said in a slurred haze of exhaustion. Clare kissed her and ran her fingers through her wet hair as the sheer white curtains flew out the window and into the small green space outside her bedroom. Holly asked for water, and Clare took her to the bathroom, holding her as they walked. Clare liked having Holly so dependent on her, and she sat her in the bath as she got her a drink. Clare bathed Holly and watched as Holly worked through her space.
“I’ll be gone by morning,” Holly said to Clare wanting to keep Clare’s rules. She smiled down at Holly and finished washing her hair as she decided on what she wanted to do with her.
“I’d like you to stay if you’d like that?” Clare asked, and Holly smiled weakly obviously happy with Clare’s response.
Chapter 3
Clare called in sick to work the next day. She wasn’t interested in working when she had a perfect baby girl to play with. Holly needed no convincing at all to also call in sick, and the two of them stayed in bed for the better part of the morning. They talked about the night they had had and about themselves in general. Deciding that they would need to eat something before they both starved, Clare took Holly’s hand and only let go once she was at her kitchen table.
“How do you like your eggs baby?” Clare asked Holly who was sitting naked for Clare’s viewing pleasure.
“However really, but I like fried,” Holly replied, not fussed on what she was eating, all she knew was that she was starving. After the workout Clare had given her the previous night and having not eaten since lunch the previous day, she was famished. Clare finished making breakfast and put a plate in front of Holly.
“Don’t touch it,” she instructed as she went out of sight. Holly pouted and waited for Clare to return, being very happy when she did. Clare lifted Holly’s arms and pulled down a white t-shirt with small cupcake prints on it. She snapped her fingers to the floor, and Holly jumped off her seat quickly to lie down and enjoyed the softness of Clare’s touch as she was diapered. Clare stood Holly up and buckled thin pink leather ankle, and wrist cuffs to her perfect skin, leaving her ankles uncuffed but restricting her wrists.
“I don’t want you accidentally stabbing your pretty little mouth with a fork baby girl, Mommy will feed you when you are here,” Clare said cutting up Holly’s food and feeding her until she was finished.
After breakfast, Holly was taken to Clare’s living room floor where she was kept in her cuffs but allowed to roll around and relax into her little space. Clare did the dishes and washed the sheets before she came out to join Holly.
“Well well, look what I found little one,” Clare said unclipping Holly’s wrist cuffs and letting her reach up to grab the block Clare was holding. Holly giggled, and Clare sat next to her as she opened the bag of blocks she had especially bought for Holly and watched as she played. Clare turned on the TV and sat on the sofa while Holly made tower after tower and giggled every time Clare kicked them down with her foot. As Clare grew tired of playing with Holly, she picked her up and put her on the sofa as well. Clare felt Holly through her diaper, and Holly giggled and playfully pushed Clare’s hands away.
“I told you not to mess with Mommy baby girl,” Clare said, holding both Holly’s hand in hers as she gently slapped Holly’s face. Pouting and looking down, Holly let Clare feel her and excitedly cuddled into Clare when she opened her arms and let Holly in. Holly began to suck her thumb as Clare played with her hair as she watched her show and was soon asleep in Clare’s arms. Clare noticed how Holly smiled in her sleep and gently stroked her cheek, happy she had taken the day off.
Clare had waited for her to wake up and had then taken Holly into her sewing room and let her pick out which material she would like for a diaper cover. Holly had happily selected a light pink, poly viscose that was thick, very soft and extremely fluffy.
“Mommy, this feels nice,” Holly said as Clare measured her.
“I bet it does,” Clare replied, taking the material and cutting it out along the pattern. Holly played with a jar of buttons Clare had given her and watched as Clare transformed the material into a custom made diaper cover making Holly feel very special.
“I didn’t know you could sew Mommy,” Holly said, sitting at Clare’s feet. Clare looked down at her and smiled.
“How did you think Mommy could have such lovely clothes that no one could ever find in the stores baby girl?” Clare replied. It was not as though her figure was hard to find clothes for, but Clare always wanted to make sure that the clothes she had fit her body to perfection and that was too hard to find in stores. She enjoyed altering them herself, adding something, or taking something away. She didn’t ever want to run into someone with the same outfit she had on, and she never did. Clare finished sewing the material together and held up her creation.
“Gosh you are going to look so excitingly vulnerable in this baby,” she said eyeing Holly like prey. Holly giggled and reached up to touch the soft material just as Clare had an idea.
“Do you want to be Mommy’s cute little bunny baby girl?” Clare asked, taking out a large white pompom and tickling Holly’s cheek with it. Holly nodded and rested her head on Clare’s thigh as she attached the fluffy white tail.
“There, come here and let me see you,” Clare said, taking Holly’s hand and standing her up. Holly wiggled into the diaper cover, and Clare buried her hands in the fluffy material as she rubbed all over Holly’s bottom.
“Wow,” Clare said, genuinely impressed with herself and wildly aroused by the sweet girl she had at her disposal.
“Do you like it, Mommy?” Holly asked, turning around in circles to try and see what she looked like.
“Yeah I do little girl, I like it very much,” Clare replied still in her daze. She sat back down at her sewing machine and got to work, creating another diaper cover for Holly as well as a light purple onesie in the same material. She made sure to give the onesie a little hole at the back so Holly’s bunny tail on her diaper cover could show through.
Clare spent the better part of the afternoon making Holly’s new garments and loved watching Holly potter around the room. She grew tired of playing with the buttons and moved onto the collection of ribbons Clare had been collecting for years.
“You are going to be Mommy’s pretty little girl aren’t you Holly,” Clare said finishing off the onesie two hours later.
“Yes Mommy,” Holly said obediently making Clare’s clit throb. I want to do unspeakable things to you, Clare thought to herself as she watched Holly.
“Mommy, can I wear it now please?” Holly asked Clare who was already nodding. Holly beamed and stroked the front of her new diaper cover loving how soft and thick it was. She dressed her in her new onesie and turned up the aircon to make sure Holly wasn’t too warm.
“You look so cute for Mommy baby girl,” Clare said as she took out her phone and began to take photos of Holly.
“No Mommy,” Holly gasped reaching for the phone and making Clare laugh cruelly.
“Your face isn’t in it, I’m not stupid baby,” Clare said as she continued to capture Holly in her fluffy purple o
nesie. Holly pouted and began to suck her thumb and Clare put her phone away.
“Has the baby had enough? Do you want to go home sweet girl?” Clare asked Holly who shook her head and held up a ribbon.
“I want to play Mommy,” Holly said, smiling when Clare took it and tied it in a bow around her wrist.
“Oh look, who is a pretty baby for Mommy?” Clare said as she began to play with Holly.
Chapter 4
Clare and Holly played for the rest of the night, and at 2 in the morning Clare drove Holly back home.
“See you at work in a few hours, Mommy?” Holly asked, holding Clare’s hand as she pulled up to her apartment. Clare had changed Holly back into her original clothes, but her skirt and panties were beyond ruined. Clare had told Holly that on the weekend she would take her shopping to buy her replacements much to Holly’s delight.
“See you then baby girl,” Clare said stroking Holly’s hair and kissing her goodbye.
It wasn’t long before they saw each other again and Clare shifted in the elevator to get closer to Holly. There were only three other people in the elevator with them, and Holly and Clare were at the back. Clare came behind Holly and reached under the mid-thigh hem of her skirt and toyed with her ass cheeks, predatorily groping her as Holly tried to remain straight-faced.
“Cute satin panties,” Clare whispered in Holly’s ear almost making her moan out loud. Clare knew that more people would be on the elevator at the next stop and took her hands away, flattening Holly’s skirt. Turning around, Holly quickly and almost silently kissed Clare on the lips before turning around again and acting as though she hadn’t been her diapered baby girl for the last 24 hours. Clare looked up and smiled to herself; I want her, she thought to herself surprised the office slut turned out to be such a sweet baby girl.
As Clare ate her lunch in her usual spot by herself, she saw Holly and her friends sitting on the far side of the abundant water feature in the middle of the green office space. Clare watched as Holly made jokes and ate her lunch, the way she laughed and the way she flicked her hair had Clare mesmerized. Holly got up and made her way over to Clare, who was shocked that she would risk her popularity to sit next to her.