Baby Cage (13 page)

“My family has a house up north. It’s in this beautiful little town. Lots of mountains, incredible views, and some really nice people. Everyone there is very nice. Think fifties sitcom. My parents haven’t been there in years, so I got everything set up for us.”

When Tiffany thought of the setup, she imagined wine and a fireplace. She had no idea what he had arranged for her or the games he planned for them.

The trip to his family’s house took about another hour and a half. Tiffany didn’t mind the drive, especially when he parked in front of this steakhouse tucked into a copse of trees. From their spot beneath the leaves, they could see the moonlight reflected off the local mountain’s snowed landscape.

Away from the city, the air smelled so clean. This spot seemed perfect. And after about three seconds to stretch her arms and legs, she dashed to her boyfriend and threw her arms around him. She jumped up and down as he held her. Tiffany couldn’t help it. She didn’t care about being absurd or silly, not when this was going to be so good.

And their first dinner was fantastic. He had been here several times and ordered her a small steak and incredible stew. Tiffany had never had a guy order for her. She didn’t know why, only it made it feel small and safe and so cared for. After dinner, they left together and they drove for a few more minutes.

Downtown looked idyllic, and Tiffany couldn’t want to stroll it during the day. She would hold her boyfriend’s hand and savor every second. The rest of their lives and the stresses of work could dissipate as they concentrated on one another. The idea of marriage hovered somewhere far off in the future, but she really hoped this vacation would prove they could be together.

With those happy thoughts dancing behind her eyes, Tiffany let Cale lead her into the house. They strolled through the entryway and into a gorgeous living room. Open and airy, it had a big screen TV, beautiful fireplace, soft carpeting, and several paintings along the walls. She loved it. This sort of house would be perfect for them. Someday.

“This is so amazing.” Tiffany faced him and kissed him and felt his interest prick up against her thigh. She loved the feel of his body and his excitement kindled her own desires.

“Would you like to play a bit before bed?” he asked her.

“Yes, please.”

He held her close for another couple of moments. She loved it when they could be motionless and touching and so completely together. She inhaled his scent and enjoyed the solidity of his form against hers. He seemed so strong, so perfect.

“Good girl,” he told her, pulled away, and took her hand.

He led her down one hall. It branched off in two separate directions. He nudged her to the right and stopped at a bedroom door. “Now, this is going to be a surprise, so close your eyes. No peeking.”

Tiffany felt her brows furrow, but as requested, she shut her eyes and heard the door open and he took her hand again and gently pulled her forward. Tiffany imagined a bed with red satin sheets and flower pedals. But instead of a flower’s aroma, her nostrils prickled at a different scent, one she couldn’t quite name right away. It seemed familiar, almost infantile in some way. She thought of day care centers or a babysitter’s house, though she couldn’t name why.

At first, she consoled herself with reasons like how she wanted to play one of her games. But that wasn’t going to happen. No, she had to focus on Cale there and then. She couldn’t allow fantasies to distract her from this boyfriend who had planned such an incredible trip for her.

“Open your eyes, little girl,” he said, his voice low, gentle, and commanding all at the same time.

Tiffany shivered at the way he talked to her. She liked it, a lot, way more than she should have. But then she opened her eyes as he instructed, and the memory of his tone fell away, replaced by shock at her surroundings. For several heartbeats, Tiffany couldn’t understand everything around her. The room no longer made sense. The world no longer made sense, so she had to wonder if this was really a dream. She would have pinched herself except she would have seemed so silly.

“We’re going to have a lot of fun,” he told her. “And this is going to be your nursery.”

Nursery? Tiffany blinked again. In front of her, those words should have mean perfect, easy, and obvious sense. The scent she first picked up on? Yeah, it was talcum powder and diapers. It was the clean aroma of things soft and puffy. But it wasn’t just the scent.

A few feet in front of her, there was an adult sized crib. The size of a twin bed with a plastic lined mattress, the thick wooden beams would surround her at night. Each shaft of wood had been painted a light pink to go with the walls’ darker hued lavender. Then there was a table to Tiffany’s left. But it didn’t look like where someone would eat or work. At about Cale’s waist, it was flat and fairly narrow but still wide enough for an adult. It also came with a set of drawers beneath.

“What is that?” her voice quivered. Tiffany even found herself pointing to the object of her curiosity the same way a little girl would have.

“It’s a changing table, sweetie,” he told her. “It’s where babies get their diapers changed.”

Tiffany heard those words. He used the same tone, that patronizingly paternal yet caring note. A shiver of excitement bounded down her spine and she felt herself start to get really excited. Tiffany couldn’t help it as she took it all in and tried to figure out exactly how she was supposed to act.

Only it didn’t seem to matter because he took the lead, held her hand again, and tugged his little girl across the nursery. Tiffany’s breath stopped for a moment when she saw where they were headed. He took her to the changing table, patted the soft pad, and told her to hop up.

Tiffany pursed her lips, “What are you going to do?”

“Where are we?”

“We’re in a nursery,” she said, the words making her naughty bits pulse with excitement. She wanted to be his baby girl. She wanted to be the girl he loved enough to play this game. Tiffany’s nostrils flared, her heart sprinted, and it seemed like the world spun around her. He must have loved her so much. Tiffany didn’t know what part of this moment to really focus on.

“Right, sweetie, we’re in a nursery. And since I’m clearly the adult here, what does that make you?”

Tiffany didn’t know how hard to push back. In her fantasies, she had always been the adult forced back into diapers. Maybe her imagined boyfriend wanted to punish her for spending too much money, embarrassing him in some way, so some other imaginary infraction. In some of those fantasies, she kicked and screamed. In others, she pouted. Sometimes she was so weak that she struggled as hard as she could, but then she was still made into her boyfriend’s baby girl. But now, if she went too extreme, he might get freaked out. Tiffany really wanted this first scene to go well. If it didn’t, he might not be willing to play with her again.

She took a slow breath and watched him. He was smirking back at her. Again, a shiver ran through her naughty bits. She felt her girl parts start to get really wet. If he intended to diaper her, she would need it for a wholly different reason.

“If we’re in a nursery, what does that make you?” he repeated, speaking slowly and firmly as though he really were dealing with a toddler.

“I’m not a baby,” she said, tightening her brow with defiant frustration.

“Oh, really? So if I lift you and plop you down on this changing table here, you’ll be able to stop me?”

“You wouldn’t,” she said, her voice shifting. The rebellious note disappeared, replaced by a bit of quivered dread. “Please, don’t. Please don’t put me up there.” And before she could get another word out, he spun back, got his arms around her waist, and hefted her onto the changing table.

It happened faster than Tiffany expected and just as quickly as she always imagined. But this time, he pushed her down onto her back. When she tried to sit up again, his hands shot out and gently kept her down by her shoulders.

Cale looked down at her, his expression full of understanding and condescension. “You’re going to be a good girl for me. You see, when you first walked into this house, you may have thought you were an adult, but it’s my job to tell you that you were mistaken. You’re not an adult. You’re a baby girl now, and I’m going to take care of you.”

“You can’t do this to me.”

“I can’t?” he asked. “Really?” He was mocking her, she knew it, and that only made her more excited even as a genuine sense of aggravation spread through her chest. Those emotions all mixed together to heighten her arousal. This was so good, so perfect, and she didn’t want it to stop.

“No.” She tried to get up again, but he kept her pinned. “And you can’t hold me down forever. The second you turn your back, I’ll jump up and get out of here.” She uttered those words, half expecting him to say something about how easy it would be to snatch her up and pin her down again. Instead, he did something very different.

“Are you a fussy girl?” he asked, reached down beneath her line of sight, and lifted something she couldn’t have anticipated. He held up a pink strap. Made of sturdy fabric, it locked into place with a set of buckles. “Because I have ways of dealing with fussy girls.”

“No, you can’t be serious. You are not strapping me down to this changing table.”

“I hadn’t planned on it, but since you’re being so naughty, I don’t think I have a choice.” Then he took her wrist and slipped it through the strap. He was stronger and more confident than she could have ever guessed. He really did move like a guy from her fantasies, but then Tiffany had other things to worry about because he buckled her wrist in place. The strap allowed for a bit of movement, but not much.

He circled around the changing table. As he moved, she tried to remove her restraint even as she pulled on it, testing its strength. The strap went taut and didn’t budge. She could pull as hard as she wanted, and it wasn’t going to let her go.

That test allowed her babysitter plenty of time to get to the second restraint. He grabbed it up, took her wrist, and secured it in a matter of heartbeats. Tiffany even tried to yank her hand free, but his grip was plenty to keep her compliant. Before long, Tiffany found herself actually strapped down to a changing table. She couldn’t believe it.

“Now, do I need the ankle restraints, little girl? Because we both know you’re not going anywhere?”

Her lips tightened into a pout, one that made him chuckle back at her. He found this amusing! She really had entertained Cale, much to her chagrin. Tiffany watched him laugh. It made her even wetter, and she blushed brightly at the thought of what he might do or say when he found her moist vagina.

“Do I?”

“No.”

“How do you address your caretaker? Because we both know you need someone to watch over you and make sure you’re safe and properly disciplined.”

“Address you?” she squeaked. “Please, don’t make me say anything like that.” A dozen different possibilities popped out at her, each one more embarrassing than the last. He really intended to dominate her, Tiffany realized with a combination of glee and dread. The mixed emotions poured through her and made it hard to think.

“Really? Because I have you strapped down to a changing table. But hey, if you don’t believe me yet, I guess I’ll just have to prove it to you.” Cale bent over, opened one of the drawers beneath her, and withdrew something. Tiffany lifted her head and tried to see what he was doing, but she couldn’t quite. His hands remained just out of her line of sight as she squirmed on the table.

“What are you doing?” she asked. A quiver swam through her voice. Tiffany wasn’t even acting then. Each time she pulled on her pink straps, they didn’t budge. She might as well have been trying to shove over a house with her bare hands. Each moment made her feel smaller, more helpless. She couldn’t help it, just as she couldn’t stop him now.

“Well, you’re acting like a naughty little girl, so that’s how I’m going to start treating you from now on. So, if you can’t even address me properly, we’re going to have to start from the very beginning.”

“Beginning?” she squeaked. Tiffany even tried to squirm down, lower into the pad, not that she made much progress in making herself any smaller.

“Yes. But first, let’s get you out of those big girl clothes.”

Tiffany’s chest tightened when she saw him hold up a pair of scissors. The previous night, he had texted her and told her not to wear anything particularly nice. The message had confused her, yet she did as Cale asked, only now she understood why. With the straps on her, he wouldn’t be able to remove her clothes—so he intended to simply cut them off.

“Stay still,” he said, his voice firm.

She went motionless except for the tiny shakes of her head to mark her agreement. Every one of her muscles froze up as he lifted the edge of her shirt and started to cut it away. The sound of those blades coming together and severing the strands of her blouse made Tiffany want to wiggle even as she admired the power of her babysitter. He commanded and dominated her in a way she had never experienced, not outside of her fantasies anyway.

Within moments, he finished and pulled her clothes off her, first the sleeves, then the front and back. He balled them out and threw them away, “You’re not going to need any big girl clothes anymore, are you?”

“No, Sir,” she said, biting down as though she absolutely hated this.

With another flick of the handles, he cut away her bra and threw those pieces away as well. “Now,” he said, “are you going to give me any trouble with your pants?”

Tiffany inhaled as the red continued to flare across her cheeks. He was stripping her of her clothing—the symbols of her adulthood—one garment at a time. Soon she would be strapped to a changing table, naked and vulnerable for whatever games he planned.

But there was nothing she could do to stop him either. “No, I won’t give you any trouble.” She sounded like a pouty child who realized she couldn’t win this. Again, she pulled on the straps. They were so strong. If he wanted to tease her, then Tiffany had no choice but to accept it.