Just a bratty girl...
Smutty, humiliating, blushy... it's all here. Pet play, age play, ABDL, and punishments are just a few of my kinks -- basically anything that makes me blush. All of this is fantasy. My kinks are not my politics. I believe in women's rights, trans rights, queer rights. Adults only. All my characters are adults.
Cherry and the Puppy - Part 1
Daddy has some friends coming to visit.
Cherry doesn’t know the details. She’s fuzzy and so deep in littlespace that she doesn’t even know what day it is.
In her day-to-day life, she’s Cheryl, a boss-ass bitch. She owns her own business and has the respect of everyone around her. She’s all fiery red hair and high heels. Her co-workers and employees are used to seeing her good-looking boyfriend on her arm, looking at her with adoration in his eyes.
When she gets home, she’s usually Cheryl, too. She and her partner watch movies and read books and cook dinner together.
But when he wants a baby—she’s Cherry.
She took a month off work and has been Cherry since the second her vacation started. Her boyfriend isn’t John any more; he’s Daddy and she has to listen to everything he says.
Cherry lies on her stomach in the living room, reading her book. (She’s still allowed grown-up books, thank god. “Do not take away my books,” was one of the first things she said to him when they were discussing limits. “Do not take away my books.”) She kicks her legs up behind her, giving Daddy a view right up her skirt and letting him see her thick diaper.
He hides a smile behind his hand; at the beginning of this vacation, she was her embarrassed, bratty self who fought every decision he made. He’d had to wrestle her into her diaper, gagging her first because she kept trying to bite him. She wouldn’t have dreamed of letting him see it so easily. Now here she is, chewing absent-mindedly on the end of her pigtail as she reads, diaper on full display, just like she’s a toddler.
“Cherry,” he says. It takes a moment before she turns her attention to him, marking her place in her book with a fingertip. Her face is fresh and free of make-up, even the deep red lipstick that she loves so much.
(He once let her paint her face, then put her in a diaper. She knelt in front of him and sucked his cock and left lipstick marks all over him and wet her diaper with mascara heavy on her lashes.)
“Mmm?” she says.
“My friend who’s visiting today,” he says, “Elizabeth. She’s bringing her puppy with her.”
Her eyes light up. “A puppy?” It’s the most like her adult self that he’s heard from days. His girl will always stop to greet a friendly dog, even if she’s late for a meeting.
“A puppy,” he says. He beckons Cherry closer and waits for her to be kneeling at his feet before he continues. “I want you to play nicely with him.”
“I will,” she says, a slight pout appearing at his doubt in her. She tugs at his shirt. “Daddy, I will.”
He tugs one of her pigtails gently. “I know, sweetheart,” he says. “Remember that the puppy and Elizabeth are guests, okay? And I expect you to be a very polite little girl to our guests.”
She nods and he can’t wait for Lizzy, one of his oldest friends, to get here. Because there are things that Cherry doesn’t know.
1. Lizzy’s puppy is a 6-foot man who she’s owned for years.
2. He’s as lost in pupspace as Cherry is in littlespace.
3. Lizzy has as much of a taste for fucked-up play as John does.
He can’t wait.
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More is coming soon! All pieces in this series will be tagged "cherry and the puppy", so they're easy to find.