Well, they’ve been teasing it for the last two stories, so I guess it’s time they finally get to go. And as always, the parts will be posted in the Donors’ Lounge first and here later.
Nikki and Sarah leaned on the railing of the mezzanine overlooking the crowded lobby. Sarah rested her head on Nikki’s shoulder. “I can’t believe we’re really doing this,” she said. “What if we see someone we know?”
Nikki grinned. “Then we either make a new friend with some common interests, or we do like evangelicals at strip clubs: Pretend we don’t recognise each other.”
The last option made Sarah laugh. “Talk about mutually assured destruction,” she said and nudged Nikki’s arm.
For a little while they looked down at the people lined up to get their convention passes. “I have to admit that this isn’t what I was expecting,” Sarah finally said and nodded towards a couple that looked like they were in their 70s.
“Oh? What were you expecting? Public spankings in the lobby and people dressed in gimp suits?”
“I don’t know. Not this…” Sarah gestured at the crowd below them. “It just seems so… normal. It looks like a literature convention.” Just then, a man and a woman walked through the door and joined the line. He was wearing nothing but motorcycle boots and tight leather pants, while she wore a severe-looking, charcoal business suit. She also carried a riding crop which she tapped impatiently against her leg while they waited.
“OK, maybe not them,” Sarah admitted.
“Be nice. Not everybody wants to hide their kink like you do.” Nikki reached over and adjusted the velvet choker around Sarah’s neck. “Besides, I could have had you wearing something that showed off that bulge of yours.”
Sarah instantly turned bright pink at the mention of her diapers. She had long since become used to wearing them in public, but she still found the mere mention of them incredibly embarrassing, something Nikki knew to exploit to its fullest potential.
“Anyway,” Nikki continued, “the whole thing doesn’t really start until tomorrow. Some of them’ll probably be a little more dressed up then.” She returned her attention to the crowd below.
“Are you looking for someone?” Sarah asked. “You look like you’re looking for someone.”
For once, Nikki blushed. “Oh, you know. Just looking for familiar faces. It’s been five years since I was here last, but there are still some few familiar faces.”
“Like the short, bald guy with the long goatee you talked to?”
“Sonic? Yeah, we’ve met before.”
Nikki chuckled. “He likes to be tied up and stuck with needles. Let’s just say that five years ago, there was some blue body paint and a pair of red sneakers involved.”
Sarah stared at Nikki with her mouth hanging open. “You’re not saying that he…”
“Uh-huh.” Nikki grinned.
“And you stuck enough needles in him to make him look like a…”
“Oh no, not me. I just heard about it afterwards.”
“And he doesn’t mind being called Sonic?”
Nikki laughed. “Are you kidding? He’s proud of it. It wouldn’t surprise me if he puts it on his name tag.”
“Speaking of the name tags,” Nikki said, “there’s a couple of things you should remember. If they have red strings-”
“Lanyards,” Sarah corrected.
“Oh let your mistress speak or you’ll be wearing a gag the rest of the day.”
“Promises, promises.” Sarah grinned.
Nikki scowled at Sarah. “You’re going to have to learn to behave, otherwise this is going to be a very embarrassing weekend for you.” Nikki paused and took a breath. “Like I said: If somebody has their pass on a red lanyard, they’re staff. And if somebody has yellow tape across their pass, like you do, it means they don’t want their picture taken.”
Sarah nodded. “Good rule,” she concluded.
“Yeah. Other than that, the rules are generally to be respectful and always get consent.” Nikki smiled. “In other words: Look, but don’t touch; at least not without asking permission first. So no groping all the cute girls in their tight, shiny outfits.” Nikki nudged Sarah’s arm and wiggled her eyebrows. Sarah suddenly became very preoccupied with the crowd below.
“Don’t be mad. I’m only teasing you.” Nikki nudged Sarah again and saw her smile. “But there will be a lot of cute girls in naughty outfits. And we are going to blend in.”
“Are you saying…” There was a definitive note of anticipation in Sarah’s voice.
“Oh, and I said ‘we’, not ‘I’. You’re getting dressed up too.” Nikki watched Sarah out of the corner of her eye. “Relax, It’s not like it’s those outlandish outfits in your stories. I’m not going to parade you around wearing nothing but half a dozen belts.”
Sarah breathed an almost visible sigh of relief. Her literary alter ego, Sophie, was a lot more willing to be seen in public wearing fetishy outfits than she was. If Sophie had been here, she’d be on a leash and wearing a bright red leather bikini already. And Natalie would be wearing something tight and black and shiny. Not pants though. Maybe a dress. Oh, and long gloves, all the way up to her elbows.
“A penny for your thoughts.”
“Huh?” Sarah shook her head to clear her mental etch-a-sketch
“You just had that faraway look on your face.” Nikki reached over and ran a finger along Sarah’s chin. “Plus, you looked like you were seconds away from drooling.”
“Oh, I was just thinking.”
“Well, I could see that.” A grin blossomed on Nikki’s face. “You were planning a new story, weren’t you?”
Sarah shrugged. “More like playing with a few ideas, but yeah.”
“Oh re-he-he-heally,” Nikki said in a pretty good imitation of Jim Carrey’s Ace Ventura. “So what am I wearing in this draft?”
“It’s not you…”
“OK, OK. What’s Natalie wearing in your story?”
“Black dress,” Sarah said, hoping it would be enough for Nikki.
“Knowing you, I’m guessing it’s tight and shiny. But what about you, I mean Sophie? What’s she wearing?” Nikki gave Sarah the look that told her that there was no point in trying to distract her. She wanted an answer.
“Askimpyredleatherbikini,” Sarah mumbled quickly.
“I’m sorry, what?”
“A skimpy, red leather bikini.”
“That sounds yummy.” Nikki made a show of licking her lips. “Too bad we don’t have one of those for real.”
“Or a rubber dress,” Sarah muttered absent-mindedly.
“Yes, that too.” Nikki nodded.
Sarah clapped her hands over her mouth when she realised she had said the quiet part out loud. Nikki just put an arm around her waist and pulled her closer.
“I know it’s only been an hour since they started handing out the passes and that the actual convention doesn’t start until tomorrow, but what do you think so far?”
Sarah smiled wryly. “You know how we sometimes people-watch at the mall, and make up stories about the people?”
“It’s a lot more fun when you know that they like to dress up in freaky clothes.”
“Freaky clothes? That’s bold words coming from a woman wearing a diaper and a velvet stand-in for her actual collar. Pot, meet kettle.”
Sarah smiled sheepishly. “Yeah…”
“Also, you might not want to use the f-word too much. It’s kind of what we come here to get away from. We hear it enough the rest of the time, you know. Besides, I’m sure some of them would think you standing here with a wet diaper was kind of freaky too. So try not to judge people, OK?”
“I’m not wet,” Sarah protested.
“You will be before we leave,” Nikki countered.
“What? You want me to…” Sarah unconsciously reached down. She caught herself and camouflaged the gesture by pretending to adjust her belt.
“Oh come on, it’s not like it’d be the first time you wet yourself in public. We’ve been doing that for years. The only place you haven’t worn your diapers is at work.”
Sarah became very busy studying the people below again.
“You know that that’s a dead giveaway,” Nikki said. “Whenever there’s something you don’t want to say, you always get really busy with something else. It doesn’t work for five-year-olds, and it certainly doesn’t work for you.” Nikki grabbed Sarah’s chin and gently, but firmly, turned her head to face her. “What aren’t you telling me, my little pet?”
Sarah rolled her eyes. “Do you remember last year when I was on that hibiscus tea kick?”
“Do I ever. You drank so much of that stuff, I was surprised you didn’t pee pink.”
“Yeah well, turns out hibiscus is a diuretic.”
“Oh no. You didn’t…” Nikki gasped softly. “At work?”
Sarah shook her head. “No, but it was close. So I wore my thinnest ones for a couple of days until I was back to normal. Just in case I couldn’t get to a bathroom in time.”
“Aww, you were being the tinkle-teacher,” Nikki joked, letting go of Sarah’s chin to stroke her cheek.
“It’s not funny.”
“Come on. It’s a little funny.” Nikki sidled closer and gave Sarah a kiss.
“No it’s not. I was terrified somebody would notice.”
“And did they?” Nikki raised an eyebrow.
“Exactly. Because nobody can tell you’re wearing diapers.” Nikki gave Sarah’s butt a quick pat.
Sarah just smiled and looked back down on the crowd. The line had moved since last she paid attention. The man picking up his pass looked like a banker. Sarah found it a little jarring to see him in the same line as a woman in a purple jacket so sparkly it made her eyes water.
As Sarah stood there, leaning against Nikki, she remembered something she had seen on the convention schedule. “Nikki?”
“Now now, my little pet. We agreed that as long as the convention is going on, you would use the proper titles.”
“But it doesn’t start until tomorrow,” Sarah argued.
“People are picking up their passes. That’s close enough.”
Sarah sighed. “Fine. Ma’am?”
“Yes dear,” Nikki answered saccharinely.
“Are we going to any of the workshops or lectures?” Sarah pulled up the convention schedule on her phone.
Nikki squinted at the small screen. “Well, I’m definitely going to the one at noon on Friday.”
“What?!? The one about electro-play. No thanks. That’s a hard Mongolia.”
“No silly. The other one.” Nikki pointed to the screen. “The one about safe bondage techniques. And you’re not allowed to come to it. Whatever I learn there is going to be a surprise for you.”
“Oooooo Mistress,” Sarah cooed, “you give the best surprises.”
“Thank you my pet.” Nikki gave Sarah a quick peck on her cheek. “How about you then? Any of the workshops tickle your fancy?”
“I don’t know. Maybe the one on the psychology of paraphilia.”
“Of course you’d pick a psychology lecture. How about the one about writing porn?”
“What?” Sarah looked back down on the phone. “When is that?”
“Tomorrow at one o’clock.” Nikki pointed at the screen.
“You mean ‘Sigh, scream or whimper? When to use what.’? How do you know that’s about writing?”
“Maybe we could say that I recognise the name of one of the lecturers?”
“Oh reeeeeally? Read a lot of porn, do we?”
“Not exactly.” Nikki said, sounding more awkward than Sarah had ever seen her before.
“OK, now you really have to tell me.” Sarah wiggled her eyebrows suggestibly, then wrinkled her nose and made a cute little growl.
Nikki sighed. “You’re not going to stop nagging me about this until I tell you, are you?”
“Nope.” Sarah was enjoying Nikki’s discomfort immensely and had to struggle not to grin.
“OK, let’s sit down.” Nikki walked over to a couple of chairs halfway hidden behind some fake-looking plants and sat down. Sarah followed her and sat down in the chair next to Nikki.
“So how do you recognise the name of one of the porn writers. Which one is it? Ben Dover, Paige Turner, Eleanor Digby or…” Sarah looked at the list and rolled her eyes, “Ivana Fokker? Oh please tell me it’s not Ivana Fokker. That name’s an affront to puns; even the bad ones.”
“It’s not her. It’s Eleanor.”
“Oooo-kay? So how do you know her?”
Nikki took Sarah’s hand. “Sweetie? You know I love you, right? And just you.”
Sarah could feel a horrible knot forming in her stomach. That was never a good way to start a conversation. “I’m getting a little worried here,” she said uncertainly.
Nikki took a deep breath. “I met her when I was here five years ago. And we hit it off.”
“She’s your ex?”
Nikki cringed. “It’s a little more complicated than that.” Nikki closed her eyes. “You know how I like to be the boss with you?”
“Yes, oh great and powerful mistress.” Sarah’s voice was dripping with sarcasm. Nikki ignored it and held on to Sarah’s hand. “Oh wait, are you telling me she was your sub before me? I’m her replacement?” Sarah’s sarcasm gave way to anger.
“Not exactly.” Nikki hesitated. “I’m not always the bossy one,” she finally said.
“Oh my god, are you saying that you were her little pet?!?” The knot in Sarah’s stomach loosened, but didn’t go away entirely. She wasn’t exactly sure how she felt. She felt angry. Angry with Nikki for having kept this from her. But at the same time she felt relieved. She wasn’t Nikki’s backup solution. If she was being honest with herself, Sarah had to admit that she even felt a stab of jealousy. She knew it was stupid and that it happened five years ago, before they were together, but she still didn’t like the thought of sharing Nikki with someone else. In addition to this turmoil of emotions, she also felt that she had to pee. At least I can do something about that.
Sarah closed her eyes and took a breath, then exhaled. The familiar warmth spread out between her legs and Sarah had to resist the urge to reach down to adjust the slowly swelling diaper.
“You’re mad, aren’t you.” Nikki was still holding Sarah’s hand. “I’m sorry. I really didn’t know she’d be here.”
“How long were you two together?”
“After the one weekend here? We had a bit of a on-again-off-again, long-distance thing going for a couple of months after that. It had been over for more than half a year when we got back together.” Nikki lifted Sarah’s hand to her mouth and kissed her knuckles. “And I don’t have any regrets about that.”
Nice try, but you’re not getting off the hook that easily. Sarah snatched her hand back. “Any other exes here that I should know about?” she asked petulantly.
Nikki looked like she had been kicked in the stomach, instantly making Sarah regret what she had said. She shook her head. “No. Everyone else I’ve ever dated were vanillas.”
“Talking about other exes… not really helping,” Sarah pointed out.
“You’re right. I’m sorry.” Nikki pouted and lowered her head while looking up at Sarah. “Can you forgive me?”
Jackpot! Sarah made a show of pretending to think about it, rubbing her chin and furrowing her brow. Then she pulled out her phone and pretended to read from it in a nasal, high-pitched voice reminiscent of the coneheads. “Vee at ze H.G.F. haff a list of temands…”
“Happy Girlfriend Front. Now don’t interrupt.” Sarah cleared her throat. “Wan: Vee temand you vear tight ant zexy clothes all veekend. Prefferably somesing black. But vee are willing to renegotiate kolours.” Sarah looked up to see Nikki’s reaction. “Two: Vee allso temand a minimum of sirty minits of znuggles efery mornink. Zis is non-negotiable. More temands vill follow.”
Nikki gave Sarah her are-you-fucking-kidding expression. Sarah looked back with her are-you-actually-claiming-your-dog-ate-your-homework stare. For several seconds they both sat motionless, just staring at each other. Then Nikki began to snicker, then giggle and that was that. “Fine,” she said inbetween the giggles, “you win.”
“Good. You may kiss ze negotiator,” Sarah said. “Ant zen you should change her since she is verry vet.”
“Oh are you now? I’d let you sit on my lap, but you’re a little too big of that; and these chairs won’t let you lie down either.”
“Stupid chairs,” Sarah said and pouted.
“You know, we could go up to our room. Get a bit of a head start on that daily snuggle.”
Nikki rose and held out her hand to Sarah to help her up. When she got up, Sarah felt the weight of her diapers shift, making the crotch of her pants feel a lot fuller than it had been when she sat down. Nikki took Sarah’s other hand as well, and walked backwards towards the elevator, pulling the waddling Sarah along.
While they waited for the elevator to arrive, Nikki slipped an arm around Sarah’s waist and pulled her closer. “H.G.F.?” she asked.
“You try coming up with a good abbreviation on the fly.”
“Like ‘Soggy, Horny, Awesome Girlfriend’? Or ‘Diapered and Really Immoral Partner’?”
The elevator doors slid open to reveal a man and a woman and four large suitcases. Nikki and Sarah slid in between the wall and the largest suitcase.
“Fifteenth floor please,” Nikki said to the woman who was standing by the buttons. She helpfully pressed the button.
As the doors closed, Sarah felt one of Nikki’s hands on her butt. She jumped as it slid down to give her wet diaper a squeeze. Sarah was almost surprised there wasn’t an audible squelch. She gave Nikki a dirty look, but Nikki pretended as if nothing was going on, and then gave it another squeeze.
The elevator slowed to a halt on the tenth floor and the couple maneuvered the suitcases out. Nikki and Sarah both retreated to a corner to avoid having their toes run over. Once the doors closed again, Nikki broke into a fit of giggles.
“Stop it. It wasn’t funny.” Sarah said sulkily.
“Oh come on. That expression on your face was priceless.” Nikki leaned in and kissed Sarah’s cheek. “Besides, there’s no way they could have seen. The suitcase was in the way.”
“Nikki, we’re in an elevator with mirrors on three of the four walls.”
“Oopsie.” Nikki grimaced. “Well, there’s no way they could see your diaper, so they probably just think we’re a couple of horny lesbians. Can’t you just imagine how that porn continued in their heads?”
Before Sarah had a chance to answer, the elevator dinged and the doors opened. Nikki took her hands again and pulled her along out of the elevator and down the corridor, walking backwards the whole way.
“You know that this means additional demands from H.F.G., right?” Sarah said as she waddled after Nikki.
“Wasn’t that H.G.F.?”
“I think I can convince their negotiator to take it easy.” Nikki fished the key card out of her back pocket and swiped it. The door unlocked with a barely audible whirr and a click.
“Oh really now. We’ll see about that.” Sarah opened the door and walked in ahead of Nikki.