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Mary and Daphne #95

Just because I’m the bottom doesn’t mean misbehavior is exclusively my domain. Mary is more adventurous than me. If I had my way, I never would have, say, gotten my panties taken down in a Macy’s dressing room and paddled in full hearing of who the heck knows. That’s courting some serious consequences (like court), and it’s partly just luck that we’ve never gotten caught. At first, Mary would tell me that once she explained my transgression to the whomever, they’d just tell her ...

Mary and Daphne #94

“You seem a little eager for the real warm weather to get here,” Nana said to me.

“What makes you say that,” I said knowing exactly what made her say that: my outfit. I had on my one-piece, a pair of shorts, and a pair of old sneakers (ironically not made for sneaking) to work outside in my garden, which Nana very generously offered to help me with. “I just wanna get some sun.” Also, my one-piece fetish, but Nana doesn’t need to know about that. I mean, seriously, like she...

Mary and Daphne #93

I’ll admit Mary was onto something when she looked at me hopping out of bed in the morning and called me a happy Daffy. And why? Because Springtime! I used to say fall was my favorite season, and last year during quarantine I realized it was spring. Might’ve had something to do with being outside during the day for the first time since I started working, but spring, I realized, is awesome.

It’s even better this year because I have my garden to play in. It really is kinda awesome t...

Calling Customer Support

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“It’s ringing,” she said silently to herself, “that’s promising.” She wasn’t sure if this were just an elaborate joke or not, but she called anyway.

“Precious Bottoms Support Center. This is Marie speaking. How can I serve you today?”

“Hi, Marie, my name is June. I’m calling about … I need help finding the right diaper.”

“I can help you with that. How old is your little one?”

She took a breath and held it fo...

Mary and Daphne #92

“You’ve been using again,” Mary accused me. She is just so melodramatic sometimes.

“I have not. I just … ugh,” I said because I was dizzy.

“You have. Where did you get it?”

“I didn’t. I just don’t feel well.”

“I can see that. I know what it looks like. We beat this, Daffy. Remember? We beat this. Tell me the truth: are you using again?”

“I … yes. But only a little, Mary. Just a little. And it feels so good!”

“It doesn’t...

Mary and Daphne #91

I don’t want to talk about it anymore. I can’t mourn my grandma in this stupid pandemic. It was a complicated relationship, and I mostly just feel bad for my dad, who doesn’t do bad emotions very well, on top of which he is totally freaked out by mortality. That’s what’s bugging me most, is that I can’t go to him. He needs me, and I can’t go because of this stupid pandemic.

Mary has been an angel, of course, because she is an angel in addition to being a ninja, sorceress, ...

Mary and Daphne #90

It was Mary’s idea. Well, in a loose sense that she made an off handed comment that made my ears perk up and I thought to myself, self, you can have some pandemic fun with that.

I would’ve let the idea go, too, except Mary keeps moving my laundry. I do the laundry, I put away the laundry, I go to don some of my laundry, and in one particular drawer I don’t find said laundry that I know I put there. Not all the time, but when it comes to panties, that’s something you rea...

Mary and Daphne #89

Cold? Us too, but not as cold as lots of other places. It was just cold enough for us to go hiking and come back ruddy cheeked and wanting hot food, ideally prepared by someone else, served after a hot shower which we took together to be efficient and to save water and to reach places we can’t reach on our own. Really.

Mary combed my hair (what’s left of it) and sent me toward the bedroom with a swat to my butt through the towel I was wearing. “Wait for me,” she said. Not that I...

Mary and Daphne #88

Someone around here has to make executive decisions and take action. That’s just a fact of life. You can’t have just nobody taking responsibility for anything. I had to be the boss. I had to do it even without Mary’s permission. Or in this case, specifically without Mary’s permission because she’d said she didn’t wanna do it, and there was no way not to get caught. Me taking executive action even though I knew I’d get caught? Running a risk was I. My heroism is small, but it’s...

Mary and Daphne #87

It was months ago now that I finally accused Mary of being a big and started wondering where that came from and when it started, and she had done a very good job avoiding the subject. Good if not always subtle, “Like, Mary, how did you get interested in ageplay?”

And Mary’s good but not subtle evasion was, “Over my knee.”

“Why? I didn’t do anything?” She didn’t exactly give me a choice or a satisfactory explanation (“You’re a red head.” Ginger prejudice in ...

Mary and Daphne #86

I don’t think you all realize what kind of person Mary is. You all think she’s great, but I’ve been trying to tell you just how evil she is: she’s the kind of evil that would strangle a baby panda.

And I say that because she said the meanest thing she’s ever said to me. Or not to me, but about me and with me sitting right there. And it was so mean it’s evil! I won’t even tell you what she said because some of the evil would rub off on me and I’d have to break quarantine ...

Mary and Daphne #85

It was getting to be a long day. Somewhere between working and not working there must be some happy place where the days don’t get ridiculously long. Maybe it’s because the pandemic means I can’t go anywhere. I like to at least imagine that if I could go places and see people and do things that this state of semi–retirement would be more fun.

So what did I do? I made breakfast for us, then I watched the Today Show, doom scrolled through social media, and tried to find a...

Mary and Daphne #84

“Where’s my little critter?”

Her what now?

“Where’s my little critter?”

“Um, are you referring to me,” I asked from the living room as she came in sight around the corner. She had that derpy look she sometimes gets at the end of ten–hour workdays after having several ten–hour workdays in a row. Sure, if you work on your feet, you’re physically tired after ten hours, and she gets physically tired (sitting for ten hours is seriously hard on the body) but ...

Mary and Daphne #83

“Daffodil,” someone sang. “Daffodil.”

“Govay,” was my response. There may have been little foot kicks, but my heart wasn’t in them.

“It’s time to get up.”

“It’s Saturday.”

“Don’t you wanna get up and play with me? You’re gonna make me sad.”

“Everyone needs to learn to deal with adversity (yawn).” And did I mention that not having access to me really is an adverse event? Really. And then I pulled the covers over my head. And t...

Mary and Daphne #82

“What are you thinking about,” Mary asked me. She’s the type of person who looks at another person and wonders what she’s thinking about, mostly cuz she likes me and stuff. She wants to know what’s going on with me at all the times.

As for me, I’m the type of person who wants to lay across Mary’s lap because it’s one of my happy places. Sorta like how a kitten, which Mary keeps calling me lately, likes to lay across the top of the couch.

So what was I thinking abou...

Interview with Miss Mae Ling

I got to interview Miss Mae Ling, a professional disciplinarian and fantasy facilitator, about her work with ABDL clients and creating content during the pandemic.

Mary and Daphne #81

“O, Daffy,” my dearest wife called out. “O, Daffodilio,” she added because she is such a Flanders. Seriously.

“Yep,” I replied as I passed through our bedroom to the master bath. Kinda weird when you think about that term. ‘Master bedroom’? I can guess where it came from, but it makes it sound like some command–and–control center from which Captain Mary flies our house. Which reminds me of this Halloween when she dressed up as a naval officer and tied me to the yarda...

Just Looking

He was just looking. He didn’t mean to do anything naughty, though he knew it was taboo. It wasn’t the first time he got caught at it, and those memories were still very fresh.

That’s why he jumped when she asked, “What are you doing?” He wasn’t expecting her home and had been so engrossed he hadn’t heard the garage door or her coming in or walking up the stairs.

He dropped them and spun around. “Um, nothing,” he said in the way that makes it obvious it was somet...

Mary and Daphne #80

“I’m sorry I can’t come over,” Nana said. She didn’t need to apologize. I get it – she needed to make a pandemic bubble, and it made more sense for her to do it with her kids and grandkids than us. Makes total sense. Doesn’t keep us from talking on the phone though. If it wasn’t raining, we’d be talking over the fence.

“That’s okay,” I told her. “You don’t have to apologize every time we talk. Are you keeping busy?”

“It’s amazing how many things w...

Mary and Daphne #79

Mom always complains – every single year – that I’m bad at telling her what I want for Christmas. I interpret this as a sign of a financially secure adulthood: if I really want something, I get it. I’m not nine and penniless and waiting for my birthday and Christmas to get a toy I want. Naturally, there are rules, like the one that neither of us spends more than one hundred dollars on a non–necessity without discussing it, and sure, my track record with following that rule is perfec...

Mary and Daphne #78

“Am not.”

“That kind of answer says otherwise,” Mary said about my answer. Reviewing my answer like she’s queen of the damn answers.

“Urgh!” SWAT!

“Park yourself in the corner,” SWAT, “and no stomping.”

“I’ll stomp if I want to,” I said not as under my breath as I thought.

“Little girl, you are testing all my patience today.”

So what am I not? Dripping with attitude. I don’t know what that dripping sound is. I don’t even ...

Babysitting the Neighbor Man

She felt bad for canceling on her boyfriend to babysit her 25-year-old neighbor, but at least she can call you and tell you all about how she takes care of him.

Narrated by Miss Jenn Davis.

All characters are 18+

Mary and Daphne #77

Mary sickens me. The way she had two weeks off work and then was excited to go back? It’s just not right! No one should be so positive and healthy minded. It’s like she’s got a long–release Focusyn capsule placed under her skin back before they took that stuff off the market.

I, by contrast, possess the much healthier approach to the end of vacations and was bummed enough for both of us. I had a new appreciation for our childhood golden retriever (Goldie, because we’re a creat...

Mary and Daphne #76

New Year’s Eve is so overblown. The calendar changes over. Wooptydoo. It’s not even the calendar. It’s just the Gregorian calendar. People act like it’s obligatory to spend a bunch of money and go out to celebrate the clock doing what clocks do. They should be focusing on more important things, like celebrating me. Or not. I’m benevolent like that. Very low demands, don’t ask for much. I fact, my subjects always say, There goes Daphne, very benevolent, doesn’t deman...