Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
Alexis
After Mommy changes my diaper and wipes my face clean, we head over to the Cozy Cradle Spa. Mommy still won’t tell me exactly what we’re doing here, but a spa day sounds lovely after the exhausting morning I’ve had.
We’re greeted at the front door by a tall, thin woman, and all those lifelong insecurities kick in, reaching up to wrap their slimy fingers around my throat. Threatening to strangle me with all the ways I’m not good enough, not thin enough, not pretty enough.
Not enough, not enough, not enough.
But then Mommy squeezes my hand and smiles at me, and the fingers recede, their power stripped by a simple curve of her lips.
Hand in hand, we follow the woman back to a room that looks like a fancier version of Doctor D’s office.
There’s a table, just like in his exam room, but the lights are dim with fragrant candles lit on multiple tables.
A small waterfall fills a pond in one corner of the room, the sound of running water immediately calming the last of my nerves.
“All right, little one. Let’s get your diaper off for Luna.”
Again those slimy fingers grip my throat. “Why?”
“Well, she can’t wax that pretty pussy of yours with the diaper on, silly girl.”
“I don’t wanna be waxed. It hurts.” I know, because I’ve been faithfully getting my unibrow waxed and plucked into submission ever since my mother pointed it out to me in eighth grade. And if it hurts that much just to get your eyebrows waxed…
A shiver passes through me, earning me a shockingly sympathetic look from Mommy. “It won’t hurt for long, baby. And Mommy will kiss it and make it all better once the swelling goes down.”
“Will you still kiss it if I don’t get it waxed?”
Chuckling quietly, Mommy slides a hand into my hair. There’s a shock of pain as she pulls my head back, forcing me to look up at her. “It’s so cute that you think this is a negotiation. Let me tell you how this is going to go, little one.”
More pain, that my pussy somehow confuses with pleasure, my clit throbbing even as a whimper slips past my lips.
“You are going to get up on that table. Mommy is going to take your diaper off. When Luna comes in, I will strap you down so Luna can remove every last bit of hair from that gorgeous little pussy of yours. If you do all this without fighting me, I will, indeed, eat your pussy until you cream all over my face.”
“However,” she continues, pulling my head back even further, “if you fight me, if you refuse, I will still tie you down to this table. And then I will ask Luna for a nice thick strap so I can whip your bottom and your thighs until you are sobbing and begging and promising to be a good girl forever and ever. After which, Luna will wax your pussy and your bottom hole, which I promise will hurt much, much worse with your bottom covered in welts. So tell me, little one, which way would you prefer to do this? Because either way, I get to hurt you, and I do so enjoy the way you cry for me, baby.”
There is some not-so-small, incredibly fucked-up part of me that wants to test her. That wants to see exactly how far she’s willing to go, how badly she’s willing to hurt me to get what she wants.
Luckily for me, the more logical side wins out in the end. “I’ll be good, Mommy.”
Her eyes light at my response, clearly pleased that I’ve agreed to behave myself. “That’s my sweet girl. Let’s get you up on the table.”
Resigned to yet another person seeing my naked body, I let her help me up onto the table, where she does indeed strap me down once more before stripping the diaper from me. I stare up at the ceiling as tears of humiliation fill my eyes.
“Oh, my sweet baby. What’s this? What’s wrong, little one? Are you scared?”
I can almost, almost believe she actually cares when her fingers gently brush at my tears. “No. A little, but… it’s nothing.”
“Tell Mommy what’s wrong, baby.”
Confessing means laying bare some of my most deep-seated insecurities. But if she wants to keep me, she should know what a mess she’s gotten herself into. Maybe letting her see how broken I am will convince her I’m more trouble than I’m worth, and she’ll let me go home.
I can’t tell if the twisting in my stomach is hope or terror.
“I don’t want anyone else to see me. I’m not… like you.”
Her mouth dips down in a frown. “Of course you're not like me, baby. You’re a Little girl and I’m your Mommy.”
“No, I mean, I’m not pretty. Or thin, like you.”
Everything seems to go still around me. Even the air itself seems to pause, waiting for her to respond, for her to finally look at me and realize I’m not what she wants.
That I’m not enough.
“My sweet babygirl. You are beautiful.”
It’s not so much the words as the way she says them, her voice breathy, almost reverent like she’s in a house of worship, that has my eyes filling with fresh tears. “No I’m not,” I whisper back, shaking my head.
“You are.” More firmly now, her eyes sparking with determination as her hand slides over my thigh, her fingers digging into my skin.
“And this? I fucking love this. All this sweet, snuggly flesh for me to sink into, the weight of you on my lap when I cuddle you. I love every fucking inch of your body, Alexis Paige, and if I have to parade you around town naked for you to learn to love it as much as I do, then I will.”
There’s a fierceness in her tone that tells me she’s prepared to do exactly that. “But I’m… fat.”
The word feels gross on my tongue, years of teasing and taunting and bullying imbuing it with the power to tear at the most tender parts of me.
Mommy raises an eyebrow at me, and I nearly whimper in anticipation of the punishment to come.
“I do not like you using that word to make yourself feel yucky, Alexis. While I don’t think it’s necessarily a bad word, if I catch you using it to make yourself feel bad, or if I catch you talking badly about yourself in any way, you will be eating soap for a week. Am I understood, little girl?”
“Yes, Mommy,” I rush to assure her, even though it feels inevitable that I’ll say something to upset her sooner rather than later. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you mad.”
Her expression softens, and her touch is gentle on my face. “I’m not mad at you, little one. I’m mad at everyone who made you feel that the body you have isn’t worthy of love. But Mommy is going to teach you better. Starting with some exposure therapy—quite literally.”
The door to the room opens and another woman slips inside, short and slender, with hair so white it almost seems transparent. She almost seems transparent, a wisp of a person, and when she smiles at me I’m left with the impression she’s a million miles away instead of in this room.
“Catharina. I assume this is the lovely Alexis?”
Lovely? I might think Catharina put her up to saying that, if we hadn’t literally just finished our conversation five seconds before she walked in the door.
“Luna, how lovely to see you again. And yes, this is my sweet babygirl, Alexis Paige. Say hello to Luna, little one.”
“H-hi, Luna.”
“Hello, Alexis.” Luna flits about the room, moving things around before settling on a chair between my spread thighs. “Have you ever been waxed before?”
“Not there.”
“I see, I see. Well, it’s going to hurt.
But your Mommy will hold your hand through it.
And when we’re done, I have a cooling pack to put in your diaper to help with the swelling.
” Luna tilts her head, looking up at my Mommy thoughtfully.
“Since you don’t have a beard, fingering and cunnilingus should both be fine.
I’d avoid any activity that requires your genitals to come into contact with hers for at least twenty-four hours, as it could cause significant irritation. ”
“Thank you, Luna.”
“You’re welcome. Should we schedule your next session to align with Alexis’s, so you two can be more in sync?”
“That would be wonderful, Luna.”
“I’ll make a note in both your files. For now, Alexis, this is going to hurt but it will feel so nice when it’s done. Ready?”
“I-I don’t know.”
“Mommy’s right here, little one.” Taking my hand in hers, Mommy gives it a hard squeeze. “And you can hold my hand as tight as you need to if it hurts.”
Something hot pours over my pussy lips, and I do exactly as she told me to, squeezing her hand tightly as Luna rips the first strip from my flesh. Pain lances through me, and I’m not convinced she hasn’t ripped the skin right off me as I arch up with a loud cry.
“Ow, ow, Mommy it hurts! Please, no more, no more!”
“Shh, baby. It will be over soon.”
More wax, more agonizing pain as tears stream freely down my cheeks. And more of Mommy whispering in my ear, running her hand over my hair.
“My sweet girl. We’re almost done.”
“Mommy is so proud of you. My big, brave girl.”
“That’s it. Squeeze Mommy’s hand, just like that. So strong and brave.”
I don’t feel strong or brave, but her words help, at least a little. By the time Luna declares we’re done, my pussy aches and not in the fun way. As promised, Luna provides a cold pack for my diaper, which does offer some relief but not nearly enough as far as I’m concerned.
“You did so good for me, little imp,” Mommy praises as she helps me to sit up on the table, her arms tight around me. “Do you still want to go to the toy store and pick out a new stuffie? Your Uncle Evander texted to say the others are going to meet us there if you’re feeling up to it.”
Part of me just wants to go home and sulk over my sore naughty bits. But the prospect of a new stuffie lures me in, and I slowly nod. “I wanna go.”
“That’s my girl. A new toy, and as a reward for being so brave with Luna, perhaps some ice cream after?”
“Ice cream!”
Laughing at my exuberance, she helps me down from the table and as we walk she swings our clasped hands between us. The moment is so serenely normal, I can almost forget how I came to be on the island.
Almost.
But there’s that logical little voice in the back of my head, reminding me that this wasn’t my choice. That no amount of pretty dresses and toys and sweet treats can make up for the fact that she tricked me and basically kidnapped me.
So I’ll let her play Mommy, and maybe I’ll even let myself enjoy it for a little while because why not? If I’m stuck here for the time being, I might as well make the most of it.
But as soon as the opportunity presents itself, I need to be ready to run.