It's fluffy and it shows more than you'd think, An A1386G Sidestory.
AN: This is off to the side of A1386G, neither is required to understand the other, but added context is always fun.
It was a Thursday afternoon when Rebecca Brown and her maid, companion, and more recently dominatrix arrived at the condominium tower her boyfriend lived in. It was a very new and luxurious building right by most of the university, and the unit had a spare bedroom her boyfriend's sister had allowed Rebecca to store her school stuff in over the holiday.
Sure, moving during finals had sucked. Now, though, Rebecca had two weeks off, and given that this was her first time staying in the city there was so much she had to and wanted to do. She wasn't sure what her maid would do in that timeframe, but Honesty was probably going to slack off or something. Maybe, Rebecca figured, she would have to drag her around so she didn't just sleep somewhere. Honesty was a homebody sort, liable to doze off around the home or spend all her time in a book or the exercise room.
Honesty, however, had different plans. While her mistress had been studying like mad or taking exams, she had in her odd free moments designed a reward for Rebecca. One that would maybe push a few buttons, but also make her actually relax for the first time in a year. Of course, it had required some things she couldn't just borrow from someone. Likewise, she couldn't buy most of these things at a store, or it would ruin the surprise. Fortunately, the parcel she had ordered showed up today. She just needed an excuse to go pick it up, and that was pretty easy with everyone else out of town for the day.
"Mistress, Jimmy asked if I could bring some packages up." Honesty said as she looked at Rebecca, her short, brunette victim of tonight's pleasantries. "If you could take the overnight bag, I'd be very thankful because I'm going to have my hands full."
"Oh, sure." Rebecca responded as she accepted the bag to go with her backpack.
As soon as she had it, or more properly was sitting with it on a bench by the elevators, Honesty headed off to the mail counter. Sure enough, there were two boxes waiting there for her. A smaller one she had actually been asked to bring up, and another that contained the surprise. The doorman didn't know what was in there, and of course he didn't care so much as they weren't on his shelves anymore. This suited Honesty just fine. If she was going to get the best out of the fifty dollars she had spent, it needed to be a surprise to Rebecca as she lugged the two massive boxes upstairs.
On the trip up, Rebecca didn't say anything, and Honesty didn't either. Rebecca was, however, getting suspicious. You didn't own someone and live with them for a decade without knowing when something was up. When that someone's normally dour face was actually smiling, it raised red flags the size of countries. Not an ear to ear grin of course- Rebecca wasn't sure Honesty could smile that wide- but an upturned corner of the mouth and a softer look in her eyes was more than enough.
"Why are you so happy all of a sudden?" Rebecca asked as she looked at the taller girl next to her, "You never smile."
"I just got something for some play time once we get up to the room." Honesty replied truthfully. "It'd ruin the surprise if I told you what it was."
Rebecca liked that. Honesty was finally growing into being a domme and being comfortable with it. Sure, it was beyond taboo to have a slave dominating a free woman, but Rebecca didn't care. She wanted this. Some days, she just needed to have her Amazonian beauty just overwhelm her with arms that felt like they were carved out of ebony and tell her what to do, how to act, and to be her real self, not the face she put on every morning because she had to. If it mostly meant spending an hour under a desk between someone's legs, or just being bound and handcuffed in bed while she got to cuddle with one of her lovers, it was still a break from the tiring masquerade.
Honesty was barely hiding how giddy she was. Sure, she could order her mistress around some times, but she wanted to do something other than just order Rebecca to do what were normally her chores; or to just physically dominate a woman who she frankly not actually physically attracted to. Was Honesty fond of her mistress? Certainly. But raw, physical attraction was rather absent. Today was her chance to get that opportunity.
When the two of them had finally settled in it came as a surprise to Rebecca when her maid pushed her down onto the floor and fished through her backpack.
"Someone's frisky today." The brunette said as she was pinned by her taller slave- and now, her domme.
"Well, it is time for your surprise mistress." Honesty replied, as she cuffed the other girl's hands behind her back. "Do you remember your safeword?"
"Guava, goddess." Rebecca said automatically.
Honesty frowned as she stood up. "You know I hate it when you call me that."
"But you're my beloved Amazonian Goddess," Rebecca said, trying futilely to roll over onto her back so she could sit up. "my beautiful Potpot, who I love more than anyone else in the world. What else should I call you?"
"Well, I'll tell you when I have your surprise." Honesty replied as she walked down the hallway. "I just have to get one more thing before I'm ready."
Thankfully, nobody had been in the toy chest in Rebecca's boyfriend's room since Honesty had last used it, so she had no trouble finding the straps and trauma shears. Of course, that was something Honesty had expected because that boyfriend and his maid had been out at the optometrist back in their hometown and would be out for a few more hours.
When Honesty returned, Rebecca had actually managed to turn herself over, and was now sitting up. "Are those the frog-tying straps?" Rebecca asked as she looked at the handful of straps in her maid's hand. "And the shears. Are you tying me up today?"
"Kinda." Honesty said, as she put the straps down and set to work on opening the box she had brought up. "But that's not all."
"Oh, then what else is going on?" Rebecca said as she looked at her maid, unable to see what Honesty was opening.
"That would ruin the surprise, bubbeleh." Honesty said, as she fished out an item from one of the box.
"Bubbeleh?" Rebecca said, as Honesty flipped her onto her back. "What?"
"Well you're going to be my little baby today." Honesty said, as she went to work unbuttoning her mistress' skirt. "Because you need to relax."
"Yes goddess." Rebecca said, as her skirt fell away, and she could feel Honesty untying her panties.
"You can call me mommy today, bubbeleh." Honesty said, as she set to work powdering and then diapering her mistress.
Rebecca sighed. She could deal with this. "Yes mommy." She said, as Honesty finished diapering her. "Can I have my skirt back now?"
"Will you be a good girl and listen to me?" Honesty said, as she reached over for it.
"Yes mommy."
"Good, now let's get you set up while I finish unpacking." Honesty said.
A short while later, a now dressed and bound Rebecca sat at the coffee table in the main room. Honesty had left her here and taken the remote, leaving only a box of crayons and a coloring book. Supposedly, this was to help her get in the right mindset. Now Rebecca was wearing a diaper for the first time in almost a decade after a horrifying case of the flu in her youth, and she wasn't quite sure how she felt about it. It was embarrassing having a huge white bulge between her legs, and she couldn't close her legs without feeling the soft pad inside press up against her more. At least the diaper didn't have dinosaurs on it. Thank G-d the diaper didn't have dinosaurs on it. She probably could've gotten more comfortable without the frog-ties, but Honesty had been very clear that they weren't coming off unless Honesty wanted them off. At least she was on one of those memory foam cushions they had here, so her ankles weren't screaming yet.
