V - Very

The table was filled with mismatched platters which contained deviled eggs, sausage wraps, tomato/mozza/basilic burgers, savoury cakes, only to name a few. Perhaps I overdid it a bit… Kitchen was upside down and I was a complete mess, but the buffet was finally complete. Satisfied sigh.

Aaaah !

Look towards my flour-covered watch : 7.53 pm. Our guests would arrive some 7 minutes later.

Ah.

I reached my room in a few strides. My entire outfit ended up so quickly on the floor that David Cooperfield would have been impressed. I opened my wardrobe. I knew what I was going to wear.

First, there was that red bra in which I had invested a small fortune a couple of weeks earlier. Because I could not afford the matched knickers (so many $$$ for so little material), I was about to combine it with one bought in a much more affordable shop. The reds were slightly different, so I counted on a dim light when the time of stripping would come. I put on one of these turtleneck-T-shirt jumpers. That concept has always been a bit puzzling for me, but I chose this one on purpose.

I lifted my pile of trousers and pulled out a necklace that was hidden under it. It was a choker in thick black leather with a metal ring. Yes, it was a submission accessory hidden by the turtleneck-T-shirt jumper above mentioned.

I was seeing for a while someone who was making me discover BDSM. I was up to the sky. After William, I had known other men I always had been a bit bored with. It was difficult for me to say what I was looking for, but I could only observe that they did not have it. This time, it was different.

Last but not least piece of clothes : a pleated skirt that fell above my knees. I was fond of it because the slightest abrupt movement would make it swirl. Well might I have celebrated my 22nd birthday, I had kept a child's soul.

Our guests arrived one after another. Multiple conversations, laughter and music quickly took the apartment over. While I was filling some glasses, C., my new roommate, put a hand on my shoulders and whispered in my ear :

-J. is around the corner.

I turned my head to catch her eyes. She was making a pout which contained a knowing smile. She had a complex personality. From time to time, her angelic face would colour with some succubus reflection. J. was one of her friends and the birth of a relationship between us seemed to amuse her a lot. The entryphone rang.

-Maybe you should get it ? she asked with a feigned innocence.

I bit my lip and looked away. I tried my best to hold my anxiety back walking to the door.

-Hello ? … Right, come up.

I heard the front door creaking and shuttering. I slipped into the corridor, nervously adjusting my outfit. J.’s roommate arrived before him in the staircase.

-Yo, Daisy ! t’s no’ warm outside, is it ? I got C. and you a gift, ‘promise y’won’t be disappointed ! And ! I brought with me enough to resupply Chicago in the 20’s, y’see ? he said pointing at his bag filled with diverse types of liquids.

-That sounds great, M. Looking forward to all of this.

J. kept himself behind. He was staring at me with a sly smile. My heart was pounding. When M. entered the flat, loudly announcing his arrival, J. got close to me and slowly, very slowly, greeted me with a kiss on both cheeks*.

-Happy birthday, Daisy.

He looked right at my turtleneck and, on his face, a large smile appeared. Then he delicately caught me by the waist to go inside.

The rest of the evening was just another student party : happy, insouciant, heady. The twelve strikes of midnight had rang a while ago when, picking something up in the kitchen I felt fingers sliding between my necklace and my skin. I froze. 

-What if we continued this party, you and me, in your room ?

The mellow tone of J. let the impatience of several hours of restriction show through. I let go of what I came for and followed him. What happened after only belongs to us. I can only say that this night was… striking.

When morning came, everything was more beautiful. I floated from one room to another in order to gather a decent breakfast for us. I brought everything in my room where J. was waiting, sitting naked on the bed. After leaving on his knees a meal tray worthy of an after-party, we ate in an intimate silence. Suddenly, without too much thinking about it, I dropped :

-I would like you to make me wear diapers.

He looked at me without understanding, but without judgment either. I knew I could ask him anything and that it would not cause me harm.

-What do you mean, “wearing diapers” ?

-Well, diapers for adults or for babies. You could force me to use them. You could punish me if you do not like it.

He did not seem to know ABDL practices. From probing, his gaze became intrigued. His hand skimmed my still-a-bit-sore buttock. Some seconds passed before he said with an absent air. 

-This is interesting. Very…

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*In France, this is an ordinary way to say hello to friends, family and even sheer acquaintances. Only, it is usually much much less sensual.