<div class="floatleft">(https://list.lisimg.com/image/9863934/300full.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Celeste Sinclair<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>June 3, morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Car<br/><strong>Mood:</strong>Grumpy!<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Mommy<br/><hr/><hr/><br/><em>One?</em>Celeste thought, looking up into Erin's eyes. Then down into the cart where her two boxes of muffins were sitting. One of them now being removed. She pursed her lips at that, staring. Her jaw clenched. Hands tightening into two little fists at her sides. She watched as Mommy took her carefully chosen treat out of their cart and place it back on the shelf. Just like that. No negotiation. Nothing.<br/><br/>Celeste knew, of course, that this was the way of things in her new world. The way she<em>wanted</em>things to be. She'd had fantasies almost exactly like this one while laying awake at night in her bed, staring up at the ceiling and dreaming about the future. A loving Mommy who just wanted the best for her little girl -- even when that meant denying her little girl the things she wanted.<br/><br/>Yet the frustration she felt was entirely genuine. The frown on her face not an act. She<em>wanted</em>both boxes. She also wanted more than<em>one</em>sugary snack. She could feel her temperature rising. Feel the desire to throw a fit. To reach over and pluck another box from the shelf and put into the cart to replace the one Erin had just removed. That indeed was the beauty of this relationship for Celeste. She wasn't a slave or a pet to a pair of dominant Mistresses. Erin wasn't a task-master. She was<em>Mommy.</em>Celeste was her little girl. That meant she had some freedom. She could let her personality go. She could be herself, not just in a way that a BDSM slave or pet could not, but in a way that<em>she</em>had never felt free to do as an adult at all.<br/><br/>She just had to decide. Was it worth it? She knew it wouldn't go well for her if she protested. She knew it'd go even worse if she outright defied what Erin told her. But there would also be<em>one</em>brief moment of intense satisfaction. Followed by some not-so-fun moments of scolding or worse. She bit her lip, looking at Mommy. Sizing her up. Her eyes narrowed. Her hand twitched. Eyes darted back to the muffins. Back to Mommy.<br/><br/>Then, at last, she gave a soft whimper of frustration, stamped her foot, and gave it all up. Not worth it.<br/><br/>"I can have two if I want." Celeste muttered in a tone just barely loud enough for Erin to hear. The sort of tone that suggested Celeste couldn't decide if she<em>wanted</em>Mommy to hear or not. Wasn't like she'd broken a rule, though. She turned her gaze grumpily away from the older woman.