Well, I guess it was only a matter of time before I returned to these two. Those of you who have read the previous seven stories, should be aware that this story takes place about two years after the previous one. Be warned that until the story is finished, I may make changes to whatever has already been posted (although I’ll try not to). Also, updates will not be regular. There is just no way for me to predict how long the different parts of the story will take to write. And as always, comments and constructive feedback is welcomed, but may be cheerfully ignored. [HR][/HR]
Sophie giggled. The deep, red plush of the carpet tickled her bare skin as she crawled down the hotel hallway behind Natalie. She had to admit that it was hard not to be distracted by Natalie’s butt, clad in tight, black latex pants, swaying hypnotically only inches away from her face. The surface was so polished that Sophie could see her own funhouse reflection. Suddenly she felt a tug on her collar. Apparently she had lost focus and slowed down and Natalie had pulled the leash slung over her shoulder to urge her along.
They reached the railing of the mezzanine overlooking the crowded lobby and Sophie knelt by Natalie’s side. “I still can’t believe this is legal,” she said, looking at all the people below. Natalie didn’t answer. She only bent down to adjust Sophie’s outfit. Although calling it an outfit was rather generous. It was really more of a collection of narrow leather straps.
“Mistress?” Sophie said quietly.
“May I please go to the bathroom?”
“Of course,” Natalie said with a smile, “but be quick. You don’t want to be late for your spanking down there.” She nodded towards the lobby below where somebody was setting up some furniture that would never be seen in an IKEA catalogue.
Sophie got to her feet and got a playful little swat across her butt before she hurried off towards the bathrooms. It didn’t take her long to find them, but by the time she reached a stall she was close to bursting. Undoing the necessary buckles and sitting down, Sophie relaxed and let go.
“I’m curious about one thing.” Nikki put the tablet down on the kitchen table.
“What?” Sarah looked up from the soup she was stirring.
“Well, I’ve read enough of your stories that it’s obvious that Sophie and Natalie are you and me.” Nikki got up and walked over to the stove to stand next to Sarah.
Sarah said nothing, but stirred the soup more intently.
“So why isn’t she wearing proper underwear?” Nikki gave Sarah’s butt a squeeze through her sweat pants, making her jump. “And for that matter, why aren’t you?”
Sarah blushed a little. She and Nikki had been living together for more than three years, and Nikki had known how she liked wearing diapers for almost four. But Sarah was still embarrassed when Nikki talked about her diapers like they were the most normal thing in the world.
“I mean, you are wearing the other half of the outfit.” Nikki hooked a finger through the metal ring of the collar encircling Sarah’s neck.
Sarah swallowed. Their ground rules had been simple. Whenever she wore her diapers, she would also wear her collar. And whenever she wore her collar, Nikki was in charge. Of course, Sarah had quickly spotted a loophole. The rule said that she had to wear her collar if she wore diapers. It didn’t say that she had to wear diapers whenever she wore her collar. Besides, Nikki was bossy even when she wasn’t wearing her collar. But they both kept that part of their relationship private. Mostly.
Sarah lowered her eyes demurely. “I like wearing it. It reminds me that my mommynatrix loves me.”
Nikki arched an eyebrow in the way that made Sarah melt. “Aaaaand?” she asked.
“What do you mean Ma’am?” Sarah stopped stirring the soup.
“You sure you’re not fishing for some extra playtime? The grown-up kind?”
“Maybe,” Sarah admitted with a mischievous smile. “Is it working?”
“Maybe.” Nikki gave Sarah a quick peck on the cheek before letting go of her collar. “But not before dinner.”
Sarah returned her attention to the soup while Nikki set the table.
Fifteen minutes later, inbetween spoonfuls of soup, Nikki brought the subject up again.
“About your story,” she said.
“What about it?” Sarah reached for another roll and bit into it with an explosion of crumbs.
“Is that something you’d, I don’t know, maybe want to try?” Nikki asked hesitantly.
“What? Public spankings? No thanks.” Sarah shook her head, but stopped eating and looked at Nikki, waiting for the other shoe to drop.
“No.” Nikki paused. “I meant… You know how they say ‘write what you know’, right?”
“Have you ever been to one of those conventions?”
Sarah gave a short, dismissive chuckle. “Riiiiiight.”
Nikki took a deep breath. “Would you want to?”
Sarah sighed. “Nikki, I don’t mind too much when you make me wear my diapers when we go out, but then they’re hidden and only you and me know about them. There’s no way in hell I’m going to have them on display for a bunch of strangers.”
“That’s not really how it works,” Nikki mumbled.
“How would you… Oh my god! You’ve been to one, haven’t you?”
Nikki blushed in a very un-dominatrixy way.
“When?” Sarah demanded.
“Five years ago. A couple of months after we broke up.” Nikki reached for a piece of bread and suddenly found her soup really interesting.
There was a scraping sound as Sarah moved her chair next to Nikki’s. “So what was it like then?” Sarah slid closer and nudged Nikki with her shoulder. “Teeeelllll meeeeeee.”
“Cut it out.”
“But I wanna knoooooow,” Sarah said in her best whiny-kid voice. She knew she was pushing it, but she just couldn’t help herself.
Nikki sighed and rolled her eyes.
“Was it full of cute little girls you could boss around?”
“I said ‘cut it out’.”
“And they just went crazy when you wiggled your butt in those tight leather pants of yours,” Sarah continued.
Nikki turned to look at Sarah, raising an eyebrow. “Is this really the way you want to do this?” she asked.
“Uh-huh.” Sarah grinned and nodded.
Nikki hooked a finger through the steel ring on Sarah’s collar and pulled her so close that their noses almost touched.
“You,” Nikki said sternly, “are being a very annoying, little girl. No more kisses and playtime for you.”
“It’s your own fault,” Nikki pointed out and let go of Sarah’s collar. Sarah pouted and moved her chair back to where it had been before. A few minutes later they had both finished eating. Sarah began clearing the table. She put the bowls in the sink before wiping off the table.
“I just had an idea,” Sarah said. She left the cloth on the table and knelt down next to Nikki’s chair.
“For Halloween this year, how about we dress up as characters from Beauty and the Beast? I could be the feather duster. I bet I’d look good in a French maid’s outfit, don’t you think?” Sarah rested her arms on Nikki’s lap and looked up at her pleadingly. “And you’d look great in that outfit Lumiere has. You could even do your French accent. And maybe we could convince Mike and Amina to let us dress up their terrier as the beast. That’d just be adorable.”
Sarah rose and began singing with an exaggerated French accent. “Be ourrr guest. Be ourrr guest. Put ourrr service to ze test. Tie yourrr napkin 'rrround yourrr neck, cherrrie, and we’ll prrrovide ze rrrest.” She wiggled her butt from side to side in time with the song.
Nikki laughed and grabbed Sarah, pulling her onto her lap. “You’re such a dork,” she said with a smile and leaned in and gave Sarah’s nose a little kiss.
Sarah made a show of checking her watch. “Six minutes and thirty-five seconds,” she said, grinning broadly.
“Oh, I just wondered if I could get you to kiss me less than ten minutes after you said ‘no smoochies’.”
“Oh you’re such a brat. You’re going to regret that,” Nikki said.
She didn’t lie.