Chapter Thirty-One

I couldn't stop wiggling in Daddy's lap as Nessa led Dani back to my nursery. I had played with other Littles before - mostly at the club but since Daddy didn't like most of the other Doms there, it was often uncomfortable. The idea of having a playmate, one that would always be welcome in our home... it was intoxicating. And Dani was new to being Little, unlike a lot of the brats at the club, so she'd want to try new things and I'd be able to show her things.

"I'd be like a big sister," I whispered aloud without even realizing it.

"What was that, Cupcake?" Daddy asked, snapping me back to reality.

"Nothing, Daddy," I blushed, squirming and turning around on his lap so I was facing him, straddling him.

"If it was worth saying once," he began in his Daddy-voice.

"Then it's worth repeating," I sighed. If I didn't tell him now, I'd be in trouble and the last thing I wanted was for my evening with Nessa and Dani to get cut short. "I was saying that Dani is a new Little, all of this is new to her... so that would make me the big sister."

"Oh really?" he laughed, that laugh that said I was wrong. I narrowed my eyes at him.

"I am! I'm the big sister, I've been a Little for a lot lot longer than she has," I insisted. My logic was flawless.

"But you're a tiny helpless baby," he teased. "And she's Vanessa's big girl, I think she would be the big sister."

"No," I protested, "I've got the experience, I'm the big sister."

"Does someone need her mittens to remind her how little she is? Do we need to make sure you can only crawl?"

"No Daddy," I whined, but I had already fallen into the trap. Telling him no was pointless, he'd just say I was being fussy.. but if I agreed with him, then he'd make sure I was the little sister. There was only one move. "Please can I be the big sister? Please?"

"We'll see, Cupcake." That was as good as I was going to get, I just had to assert my bigness at Dani. I looked back to the nursery door, wondering what outfit she'd wear. It would be so much fun if Nessa put her in some of the locking clothes!

The knock at the door meant that dinner was there. I sat down on the floor at the coffee table and waited patiently.

"Ah ah," Daddy chided as he walked toward the door. "High chair."

"But Daddy!" I fussed. "We have company!"

"High chair," he said again, more sternly. I huffed and moved to the kitchen as he answered the door and paid the delivery person. Normally I'd put up more of a fight, but I really didn't want to get in trouble while Dani was there, I wanted as much time with her as possible.

Daddy carried the bags of food into the kitchen and set them on the counter before walking over to me, where I sat in the high chair. He grabbed my wrist and began binding it to the chair with the cuff. I panicked.

"No Daddy!" I complained, "Please, please can I feed myself?" If he fed me, there was no way I'd be the big sister! "Please Daddy... I'll... " I searched for a bargain that he might go for, I didn't have much to offer, everything was done his way anyway. "I'll... I won't sneak to the bathroom tomorrow while you're at work for any reason."

He stopped - that got his attention. I grimaced, wishing I hadn't offered that one. He knew I hated the feeling of being messy even though I loved the act of messing. But he loved it when I humiliated myself that way. If he was late coming home tomorrow, I'd be pissed. Part of me knew that I could have called the 'yellow' safeword and talked about my feelings and how important is was to me, but I was so deep in Littlespace, I was so amped up, I didn't want to bring either of us out of it.

"Oh really?" he smiled. He moved to the cabinet and pulled out the fiber powder.

"Daddyyyyyy," I whined. "Please!"

"One glass and no sneaking tomorrow, and you've got a deal," he was serious. If I backed down now, I'd be bound for dinner for sure.

"Fine," I pouted as he mixed the powder into a glass of water. I wanted it gone before Dani came out.

I drained it quickly, chugging the water and handing it back to Daddy. I was in for a gross day tomorrow.

I'd better get to be the big sister, I pouted to myself. My head whipped around as the door to the nursery opened, and Nessa led Dani by the wrist toward the kitchen. Daddy snapped my tray in place with my arms above the tray for once, but I wasn't even paying attention. My eyes were fixed on Dani, her beautiful black hair up in pigtails as she walked my way in my very least favorite blue princess dress. It looked amazing on her.

And then she turned around and flashed me! She was wearing one of the hated Space diapers, and it absolutely looked like it belonged there.

I squealed and clapped.

"You actually have a high chair," Dani mused. "That's... wow. A crib, a high chair, a closet full of baby clothes... this really is your jam, huh?"

"Yeah," I blushed, feeling embarrassed at it all being laid out like that. "It really wasn't originally, my kink was being tied up. Suspension, shibari, anything that bound me so I couldn't escape... until I met Daddy. He was so different, and he helped me realize that... the binding was just part of it. I had no idea I'd like this until Daddy introduced me to it."

"I know what you mean," she smiled. She bobbed her head back and forth her pigtails swishing. "That feels so weird, I haven't worn pigtails since I was a kid!"

"Well you look like a Little now," I beamed, laying my arms down on the high chair tray. Daddy dropped a bowl of butter chicken in front of me. "Yay!" I grinned... when I realized he hadn't given me a fork. "Daddy, can I- " Nessa cleared her throat and I blushed. She was so adamant about how I said things! "May I please," I tried again, "have a fork?"

"Aren't you too little for a fork?" Dani teased. "Maybe he should just feed you."

"Dani!" I gasped, "Betrayer! Little solidarity!" Daddy dropped the fork on my tray and I snatched it quickly, holding it close to my chest before anyone tried to grab it from me. Dani laughed at me as Vanessa prepared her plate.

Daddy tied a bib around my neck as Vanessa and Dani went for the living room, there just wasn't enough space in the kitchen for all four of us. Daddy sat in his usual spot at the tiny card table that served as our kitchen table - we didn't need much of one since I always sat in the high chair. I smirked as Vanessa grabbed a bib from the drawer as well.

I was going to be the big sister.

* * *

It took me two days to work up the courage, but as I disposed of what I intended to be my last ever messy diaper, tossing it in the apartment complex dumpster, I decided that it was finally time.

Part of me had hoped that Aubrey would get bored, that she would let up. I had given up begging for mercy and just went along with whatever she wanted. We ate what she wanted, we watched what she wanted, I cleaned what she wanted, and I wore what she wanted.

You'd think she would be happy.

But she wasn't.

It was like she looked for the tiniest mistake, like she demanded absolute perfection from me at all times and I was stressed out to the point that I didn't want to eat any more. Which only got me in trouble for "not finishing my plate", which got me a spanking. Any reason was a good reason to give me a spanking. The bruises no longer surprised me when I bathed.

As I stood at the door, ready to re-enter the apartment, I took a deep breath. Aubrey was on the couch, watching her show, one of those medical dramas that I hated. I zoned out or played on my phone most of the time when we watched.

This was it.

I pushed the door open and walked over, pouring a glass of water from the fridge. My hands were shaking. The ice rattled in the cup as I took a drink, my hands were shaking so badly I couldn't drink quietly.

The show ended and Aubrey stretched on the couch, reaching for the remote.

"I can't do this anymore, Aubrey," I said a little too loudly, trying to find my confidence. Her head whipped around at her name and her eyes narrowed. I straightened my shoulders. "I don't want to wear the diapers any more, and I need this to stop."

"You don't get to decide that," she snapped. "I do."

"Please listen," I begged. I didn't want to blackmail her, I had no idea what she would do, I had no idea if she'd be my friend when it was done. I had no idea if she'd hit me. "I can't do this any more. You're my friend and I love you, but you're hurting me."

"So you're moving out then?" Aubrey stood and crossed her arms, walking toward me slowly. My heart immediately started beating faster. "Because I'm pretty sure you have nowhere else to go, babygirl."

"Aubrey, please!" I begged, backing away from the counter. She was standing at the entrance to the kitchen area now, I was cornered. I felt stupid for starting this conversation from the kitchen - the counter was too tall and she was blocking the only exit. I was trapped. "Please, you're my friend! Please stop hurting me!"

"You like it," she spat, sneering at me. It was at that moment that I realized Aubrey didn't like me. She hated me. "You beg for it. You misbehave on purpose so I'll spank you, so you can go play with yourself while you think about it."

"No," I shook my head. "It's not fun anymore. Diapers aren't fun anymore. I want to stop. I want things to go back to normal."

"Normal?" she laughed, a harsh sound, a mean sound. "You've been moping around, longing for your perfect, mean, dominant mommy for years, ever since that bitch dumped you. You finally have it. You should be happy."

"I miss my friend!" I blurted, on the verge of tears. "I miss my best friend, the person I would cry to - not the person who makes me cry!"

Aubrey's face clouded up, she didn't like that one. She was mad. She strode toward me, fury in her eyes. I raised my hands instinctively.

"If you touch me, I'm sending the video of you fucking Benny to his wife!" I screeched, my butt pressed against the cabinets, leaning backward over the counter.

"You'll what?" she stopped cold, shocked.

"I'll tell Benny's wife that you're fucking him," I repeated, my voice shaky.

"You copied those off my phone?" she asked, hurt. My heart broke and I felt beyond guilty, even though I hadn't actually done that. Vanessa said that I wasn't allowed to tell Aubrey where the files had come from, she'd never speak to me again if I did.

"I want my friend back," I pleaded.

"You're blackmailing me?" she stepped back, bracing herself against the wall. "I've been doing all this stuff for you! I've been the perfect mean mommy for you."

"I don't want it anymore. I want my friend back."

"I can't believe you," Aubrey turned around, walking away. "I fulfilled your every fantasy, I gave you everything you wanted even though it made me feel like a shitty person, and you're blackmailing me so I'll stop? I've bent over backwards for you, Kailee!"

"I'm sorry," I stepped toward her, reaching toward her. I laid my hand gently on her shoulder. I never expected her to react the way she did.

Aubrey whipped around and suddenly her hand was on my throat. My eyes widened and both of my hands went to her wrist instinctively. She was squeezing, her fingers digging into my flesh. I felt more frightened in that moment than I had in my entire life.

"You are so selfish," she growled. "I did all of this for you."

"I'm sorry, please don't kill me," I begged, tears streaming down my face. She let go of me like I was on fire, stepping back and looking deeply hurt.

"What?" she asked, stunned. "I would never... I... " She looked down at her hands. Tears were streaming down her face. "I love you."

"Then please," I whispered. "Please stop hurting me."

I flinched as she moved toward me, but Aubrey, my best friend, pulled me into a tight hug. We cried for a long time. We cried until our legs gave out and we slid to the ground, just hugging and crying.

I cried from relief, I cried from fear, I cried from pain, I cried from exhaustion.

I cried.