Rachel was the first to wake the next morning. She sat up quietly careful not to wake the two sleeping subs that were tied to the bed she was sleeping in by a leash on their collars. It was rare for Fara not to sleep in her crib, rare for her to use a neck collar and not her chest harness, and rare for Sarah to sleep on the bed instead of the comfortable kennel section underneath it. Last night was a rare night though so all of that was ok. Rachel smiled and put on a light nightgown. All three were as naked as they were allowed to be. Rachel fully, Fara in just her diaper, and Sarah in just her chastity belt.

Rachel quietly left to the kitchen. In a normal relationship she might struggle to be quiet and not wake her partner up, but her partners weren’t going anywhere, so she didn’t care when they started to groggily rise as she left. They couldn’t go anywhere and shortly they would realize this and fall back asleep leaving Rachel to do the rare task of making them breakfast. Waffles and eggs. Simple but effective after a night like the one they had.

Fara started to get up to go after Rachel when she was stopped by her collar as Rachel predicted. She was immediately reminded of the night before and was hit with the weight of the object around her neck keeping her attached to the bed. Now out of her more submissive headspace she thought about what it meant more. She belonged to Rachel now, or would at the end of the day if she decided to. That was a huge commitment for both of them. Not that she doubted Rachel was up to the task of caring for her, she had shown how good at that she was at that over the past few weeks. She wondered if she could make the commitment herself.

She had the idea in her head about what being a baby all the time meant. Letting go of all of her decisions and leaving them to her mommy, a life of happy blissfully unaware babyhood. Was that worth giving herself up for? That’s what the collar meant as far as Fara knew. That she belonged to Rachel. Her will would stop being her own, it would only be an extension of Rachel’s. She would be an object, not quite less than human, but a thing that belonged to someone. That had trappings, expectations, and responsibilities. If Rachel said jump Fara would jump, and if Rachel told Fara to do something embarrassing or harmful, she was expected to do it, or be punished for it. She had to trust Rachel enough not to abuse that, and she did, but she also had to give up her sense of self, her independence.

She liked that. Being able to do something for yourself is a thing she didn’t appreciate until this recent time when it was taken away from her. By choice sure, but still. Fara could not make herself a steak to eat, or go out to see a movie, or try and get a boyfriend. She would have baby food, play in her play pen, and serve her mommy. She didn’t have any other choice. Sure perhaps she would have made that choice anyway, but the ability to make the choice was gone.

Her entire time at Rachel’s had been voluntary. She could leave any time she wanted, she continually chose to be there. Now with the collar on, she didn’t have a choice. She didn’t quite know how true that thought was, as she had no idea of that the collar was linked to Rachel’s phone and she could not go more than 30 yards from Rachel without getting shocked. For Fara though, the idea that she wasn’t supposed to go would be enough to keep her there, and she knew that. Perhaps that in and of itself was reason enough to give herself to Rachel.

“Lay back down sweetie,” Sarah said gently guiding Fara down to the bed. “We have nowhere to go.”

“Right,” Fara laid back down scooting closer to Sarah. Sarah took the initiative and cuddled Fara closer.

“Sarah,” Fara blushed.

“Shhhhh. Mistress had you all night, I want you a little in the morning.” Sarah kissed Fara’s cheek from behind.

“Sarah I’m sorry but,” Fara turned over to Face Sarah.

“I know sweetie. You have a lot on your mind and a big decision to make.” Sarah gave a sympathetic smile. “I’m part of that decision too. I just want to help convince you. Not to mention I want you just as much as she does. We can’t really do anything between my belt and your diaper, but I’d like to kiss you. That’s good enough.”

And just like that they kissed, or at least Fara did what she thought was kissing. She never really understood conventional sex or sexy things. It was strange. Tied up and being forced to cum in a shit filled diaper seemed normal to her compared to just kissing. She blushed, she was unsure if what she was doing was right. Sarah stopped and looked at Fara with a smile.

“You’re so cute you know that.” Sarah giggled. “All that stuff last night and you get unsure over kissing.” Fara blushed. “It’s ok I understand.” Fara took on a sad look. She wanted to show Sarah affection, really she did, but she didn’t understand kissing. She didn’t understand how normal stuff was supposed to work, she only really knew that she liked being a baby. That’s the truest affection she’s ever shown. So Fara cautiously latched on to Sarah’s breast. It wasn’t the first time she had done this, and it wouldn’t be the last. She knew how to suck a titty more than she knew how to kiss, and that was how she could give Sarah affection back. Sarah gasped in surprise as Fara continued suckling. “Oh sweetie,” Sarah smiled and stroked Fara’s head. “This is better than a kiss anyways.”

“I’m sorry,” Fara spoke with Sarah’s nipple inches from her mouth. “I’m still not used to … romance things. I can learn to kiss. I just wanted to let you know that I …”

“Shhhhh,” Sarah pushed Fara’s head back onto her breast. “I appreciate it little baby Fara. We can work on your kissing if you want.”

Rachel entered the bedroom to the view of Fara latched on to Sarah’s breast suckling while looking up at Sarah who smiled happily.

“I’m not interrupting anything am I?” Fara looked at Sarah, then at Rachel and continued suckling.

“Just having some fun with our little one.”

“I see that,” Rachel smirked and released the two from the leashes attaching them to the bed. They both continued to lay there as Fara kept suckling. “When you’re done I have waffles and eggs.”

“You heard her sweetie. You can get a baba of real milk I’m all dry,” Sarah unlatched Fara and patted her diaper sending her on. Rachel and Sarah shared a look before following her.

Fara was waiting by her high chair, and Rachel sat her in it latching her in as she entered the dining area. Sarah took her place at the floor as Rachel passed the full plates around.

“There you go my sweets,” Rachel smiled as they began to devour their breakfast.

The day continued on, slow and normal, normal for the three of them anyway. While Rachel was somewhat lax on protocol Fara still messed her diaper, Sarah was still bossed around and locked in her chastity. Some of these things didn’t go away even on more relaxed days like these. There were rules Fara would have to follow, protocols she would have to obey, and daily affirmations and rituals she would be expected to do without being asked. If she accepted Rachel’s collar anyway.

This is partly intentional on Rachel’s part. She wanted to show Fara what it would be like as her collared submissive, even if she didn’t explicitly say that. Even on her most adult days, when Rachel would treat her almost as an equal, Fara would still be in diapers, still mess those diapers, and still be changed by her mommy. This would be her life if she chose it and Rachel was confident that she would.

Fara didn’t say much that day, she spent most of her time watching tv in the living room. Not really watching it really, just having it on for noise while she thought. She would often run her hands over her collar, or not quite her collar yet. Tracing the floral design and inlaid jewels. Feeling amazed that it was so light but felt so heavy. She was constantly aware of it, but at the same time it felt as if it faded into air and became unnoticeable when she wasn’t actively paying attention to it. Similar to how her diapers felt. Even the thickest ones seemed to just be normal to her these days.

That was another thing to worry about. If she said no to this collar, she doubted Rachel would let her stay, at least not as often as she had been. She would have to sort out this whole diaper situation on her own. Though now the answer that appealed to her most was just wearing them full time, not getting over it and going back to using the toilet. Even then she really had no idea how to change herself, or keep herself clean. Rachel had taken care of all of that, and she had let herself grow dependent on that. Not to mention Rachel had been giving her a lot of bottles. She was starting to eat only two, sometimes even just one, small meal a day. She would have to restructure her diet. And going back to not having a crib, playpen, or changing table would also take getting used to.

Of course Rachel was aware of this, it was part of her plan really. She used this day to subtly show Fara what her expectations were and what she could offer in return. To some degree her whole time here, this whole grand scheme of her and Sarah’s was the same thing, showing her what this was and convincing her, sometimes through lies, that it was easy and also good for her. Rachel and Sarah of course were convinced that this was in fact easy and good for Fara. They were hoping Fara saw it that way as well, or at least that she liked it enough to commit and then it wouldn’t really matter what she thought any more.

Fara sat up from her musings on the couch as she felt her diaper grown overly wet. She cautiously poked it and found it pretty full. She wasn’t even all that bothered that she forget wetting herself. It was a relaxed day Rachel probably wouldn’t trouble her over asking for a change. Fara found Rachel in her room gently petting Sarah.

“Hello sweetie,” Rachel said calmly. “Need a change?” Fara nodded yes quietly. “Sarah pet finish cleaning the toys.”

“Yes Mistress,” Sarah bowed her head and Rachel let to the nursery with Rachel following.

“Hop up,” Rachel tapped the changing table twice and Fara almost robotically took her position. “I don’t think we’ll be needing the straps today. Unless you want them?” Fara nodded no. Rachel got to work. Fara had been lounging in a long t-shirt, so Rachel didn’t even have to move much out of the way of the sagging plain pink diaper. “I see you’ve been thinking a lot today,” Rachel untapped the used diaper.

“Yeah it’s a lot to think about,” Fara talked as if getting changed like this was normal, and it had become normal to be fair.

“Well I’m glad you’re thinking about it,” Rachel had thrown away the used diaper. “Though to be honest I had kinda hoped the decision would be a little easier.”

“Oh I don’t mean anything by it,”

“I know sweetie. I’m actually glad you’ve been paying enough attention to think about it this much it is a big decision.”

“Yeah tell me about it.”

“Well if I may. I find that sometimes with these kind of decisions we get wrapped up in our own heads about these kind of things. Thinking endlessly about what might be instead of what is. I think we need to just go with our first gut decision.”

“The one I made last night.”

“Maybe not. Give an answer now, right now. Don’t think about it, just act. What is your initial gut answer? Do you want this? Don’t worry your answer now won’t count it’s just a thought exercise.” Fara thought for only a moment before getting a sharp slap on the thigh. “I said no thinking! Answer right now!”

“Yes,” Fara said quickly and feel back.

“And there’s your answer I think.” Rachel had taped the new diaper on snugly, another plain pink one to suit Fara’s less childish mood today. Fara didn’t even notice she had finished the change she was so lost in thought. “Go on and think on that, you’ve still got a few more hours. Sarah and I will leave you to it.”

Fara did think on it more, but what Rachel had said kept coming back to her. Her immediate short answer was yes, and she felt like that’s what she really wanted. The only reason she was saying no is because somewhere along the line she was told she shouldn’t want this. That this was wrong. That she should be her own person, be independent, and set off on her own. She couldn’t help but wonder why? Why can’t she just leave that to someone else? Why does being independent make her a better person?

It didn’t take too much longer for her to make her final decision. She found Rachel, in the same place she was before.

“Yes,” Fara said confidently. “I’m yours, let me be yours.” Rachel couldn’t help but smile and giggle. She approached Fara gingerly, Sarah a few paces behind.

“Kneel,” Rachel commanded but not in a harsh manner. She was gently and kind but firm, and Fara obeyed immediately. “I knew you would make the right choice.” Rachel clipped a lead onto Fara’s collar and the two of them giggled.

“So serious,” Fara giggled.

“I’m too happy to be serious,” Rachel embraced Fara in a hug and the two were quickly joined by Sarah. “Welcome Fara. I promise to care for you as best I can.”