5.) Yours and Only Yours

I waited quietly outside the bar, looking down at my feet and trying not to think about that morning. How I had woken up in a piss-soaked diaper and bloody white sheets. How I'd masturbated three times today and still felt no satisfaction. How I was standing out on the street corner in the middle of the night with a diaper under my dress. My cheeks were crimson. But I had to see her. I felt empty without her. I felt hollow...

"Now what's a nice girl like you doing in a place like this, I wonder?" I knew why she was here, I knew why she was waiting outside, I knew why she'd worn the pretty taffeta dress and what she was wearing underneath it. Everything about her indulged me; from her puffy pouted cheeks to the pastel of her ensemble to the way she crossed her arms like a frumpy little princess. She was delightful. She was my favorite.

"I'm mad at you."

"Oh, are you?"

She sounded so bemused. So lighthearted about it. That only made me more angry. I puffed out my cheeks and balled my hands my sides and without thinking, I actually stomped my foot. "You have no right to do what you did yesterday! Not in front of Meg!" But it wasn't her that wet herself. It was me. I still didn't understand why... I just wanted to impress Bailey. It had to be her stupid vampire spell...

"You're going to be the one who decides what you do in front of Meg, how much you want her to know about the... changes your body is going through." The rules of the masquerade dictated that she couldn't plainly or capably say what had happened to her. No one would believe her, no matter how she tried. But that didn't mean she couldn't allude to it. "She's quite a delightful little firecracker, isn't she?" I put my hand to my little Pippy's cheek, though, and smirked. "Not nearly as delightful as my pretty little doll, though. Let's go inside and dance."

"I'm not dancing. And I'm not telling Meg anything. And you aren't allowed to come visit anymore!" But the protests only made me sound more and more like a child, and I was hardly even noticing. Bailey took my wrist without question and I pulled back so hard I snapped out of her grip. "I said I'm not dancing!"

"Oh, I heard what you said." And her voice in saying so was very darling too, intoxicatingly sweet in fact, but her body would betray her. She followed me, and the little pricks on her neck throbbed and thrummed with heat.

She just walked away! She just turned around and walked right into the club! I huffed and chased after her, holding the hem of my dress in frustration. "I said I'm not dancing! I'm going home!"

"Okay," was her reply. And she kept walking. And I kept following.

"Bailey! I said—”

"Your mouth had better be ready to kiss me, my little scarlet dolly. Or else I won't be using mine to bite into that hot little neck of yours while we dance.” I didn't even look at her when I said it, like she wasn't even important enough to turn around for. I walked and she followed and she didn't even know why she did, she just did.

I blushed and looked down at my feet. But when I looked back up, Bailey was already ahead of me. I hurried to catch up without a word, until we were in the club. The dance music was loud tonight. It so wasn't my scene. I wanted to go home. But I didn't want to leave her...

Every time I bit her, she'd give me something with her blood - fragments of adulthood: higher reasoning and problem solving, bladder control, free will - and she would gain things, too - an oral fixation, a propensity to cry and throw tantrums, a compulsive need to cling to me. But it was different with each thrall, so who could say this time? I got to the tiles of the dance floor and began to move with the music; I didn't even look for Pippy because I knew she'd be here. She was owned and she knew it. It was as obvious to her as breathing.

I wasn't a good dancer, but Bailey was. She made up for me. Kisses on my ear. Whispers softly on the floor. My eyes glossed over with pretty thoughts. I smiled and giggled every time she touched my hands. I could feel my heart racing. It turned me on knowing she could hear it too.

"You're ashamed of me," I whispered in her ear, posed as a question but aimed as an accusation, a challenge for her to say otherwise over the pulsing of the music. A trap, a setup; a reason to make her argue how much she wanted Meg to know about us. About her love for me. "Ashamed to be mine,” I added, to twist the knife.

I looked up at her and shook my head, eyes alight with fear and admiration. Ashamed of her? I was anything but! I loved her so much... and I knew it was wrong and I knew it was some stupid magic, but who cares? As long as I had her... I put my hands on her hips and leaned in with a pout on my lips. "Nuh uh, Mommy, I'm happy to be yours..." Mommy. The word slipped out. Damn...

Her blood was delicious but that word was almost as sweet. She couldn't help it. She needed to say it. She needed me to be her Mommy. She ached for it to be so. I put my hand to her cheek, my thumb to her lips, and looked into her eyes. “If you were happy, you’d want everyone to know you were mine. You wouldn't settle for hiding who you belonged to…”

Her thumb touched my lips and I took it in my mouth without a second thought. I looked up at her with needy eyes as I sucked softly on her cold, white skin, until my eyes started to dim. Dull. Quiet. Each action between us was so intimate, so powerful, I couldn't help but fall deeper under her spell. Finally, when she pulled her thumb out of my mouth, I knew what I wanted more than anything. "I belong to you," I muttered. "Everyone should know..."

"Everyone should know," I affirmed to her. I didn't know how I'd want for her to display it; some thralls wore collars, others got tattoos, some introduced themselves as The Property Of, and some changed their names. It was always different, always a surprise. The moment my teeth had pierced her skin that very first time, she was mine, she was owned. Here, as we danced, she considered exactly what that meant to her. And me, well, I longed to kiss...

Bailey owned me. I'd been fighting her for so long and I never wanted to admit it. But since that first day in the alley, I knew it was true. I belonged to her. I was her property. I had to prove it... something I kept with me at all times. “I want something of yours," I said quietly. "A bracelet or a necklace. Something to always have on me. To remind me of you." She looked at me curiously, like she wasn't sure, so I added: "...please?"

"You'll only hide it, keep it away from the eyes of others. You’ll act ashamed and secretive," I challenged her. I knew what I'd give her, too, I knew the moment she asked. I was going to work her up into a frenzy, and the idea of ever hiding my token would be repulsive to her.

"I will not! I want everyone to know! I want everyone to see, I'm yours. Yours and only yours..." I leaned into her with a little more aggression than I'd intended. I put my lips to hers without permission. My body ached for her. My mind ached for her. I didn't need permission - I needed her. She'd understand that.

She kissed me with need and impulse, childish desire and thoughtlessness. How could I resist such a display? I reached into my pocket and pressed my answer between her lips - a pacifier, childish and delightful, plastic and pastel pink and never something that could be seen as an adult accessory. "It's my favorite color. When it’s between your lips, it will remind you of my lips on yours. And when it’s not, it will dangle on a necklace for everyone to see.” I didn't let her answer. I didn't let her protest. With the pacifier between her lips, and right there in the middle of the dance floor, I pressed my teeth to her neck. To anybody else, this was a hickey. To Pippy, this was heaven.

* * * * *

"What's that?"

"Oh, uh..." I looked down at the pacifier on the pink ribbon and blushed a little. "Um, well... Bailey thought..."

"Bailey?"

"Yeah... um. It's just something... uh. Sort of an inside joke?" It had taken Meg only until the next morning to notice the pacifier. I'd slept with it between my lips and woke up again in a wet diaper. But this time, I didn't seem to mind so much.

"An inside joke, huh? Well, it must be a dumb joke." Meg rolled her eyes, but her words had elicited a pained expression on Pippy’s face. "Something the matter?"

"No, I just..." I looked at Meg nervously and shifted from foot to foot, causing the diaper to crinkle under my frilly dress. I only had two outfits in this adorable style and not the money to buy more. And on top of the cost of diapers... "I just really like it. I think it's cute, you know? And it shows a real connection between Bailey and me..."

"A pacifier?"

Her words brought me out of my introspection and into the real world again. I felt my cheeks burn. "N-nevermind, you wouldn't understand..."

"Uh. I mean, I guess she's into the dancing scene, right? So she's probably into that kinda stuff, younger chicks with flashy clothes and baby accessories, you know like... I mean, she's a cougar, right? So that makes sense." Meg was mostly giving the justifications for Pippy though, because from her own perspective was that this was downright creepy.

"She is not," I said harshly, glaring at my best friend and holding the pacifier tight in my hands. "She's perfect! And she's gorgeous. And she gets me. And... and she's..." A vampire that put a spell on me? For some reason, the words wouldn't come out. "She's just... unique. So back off."

"Hey don't be a bitch about it, I was literally trying to make you feel better about your whole..." She waved her hand. "This childish dress and pacifier thing you got going on. She’s obviously grooming you to be her little babydoll or something.”

I puffed out my cheeks and balled my hands at my side - the actions seemed so out of the ordinary last night, but in under a day they had grown natural. I stomped my foot on the floor and raised my voice at my best friend. "I'm not a baby! And she's perfect! And you're just jealous 'cause I'm not in love with you!"

"Uh. Alright. I'm gonna go to class." Meg had no idea what this was all about; she’d gotten over her crush on Pippy years ago. It wasn’t even part of the equation anymore! Then again, Meg had never seen her best friend be so gaga over someone either, so maybe this was just normal.

I crossed my arms and looked down at my feet as the door closed behind Meg. I knew I shouldn't have said that. But it wasn't my fault! She was making fun of me! And the whole incident had made me so upset that I'd... I slid my fingers down the front of my dress and blushed. I should change before going to class, or I might leak...

"You could have told her, you know,” I said in her ear as she picked a dry diaper from her closet. “That you were changing, bit by bit, day by day; that you were doing it for me. That you not only love it, but you are proud of it. Proud to be mine. Proud to be owned."