<div class="floatleft">(https://www.theplace2.ru/archive/elizabeth_turner/img/elizabeth-turner-wil(8).jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Mar Sinclair<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Saturday October 10th<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Home<br/><strong>Content/Mood:</strong>Coming home | Anxiously excited<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Mar and Erin<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Thanking her Uber driver for the ride, Celeste stepped out onto the sidewalk in front of Mar and Erin's home - her home, now, she reminded herself. She had a babyblue backpack slung over her shoulders and a single small suitcase in one hand. Light enough for her to carry without much trouble. The rest of her stuff had already arrived, or would be arriving later. She didn't actually know, and it didn't matter. She had everything she needed for tonight, at least, and probably the next few days as well. Not that it would have mattered a whole lot, even if she didn't.<br/><br/>It was strange, even now, to think about what was happening here, what she was doing, what<em>they</em>were doing. Strange to think how much her life had changed, since answering that little ad online. Celeste hadn't expected much to come of it, then. She'd answered it on a whim on a night that had been one of her lowest. Everything had been falling apart then. She was put on academic probation the semester before; she'd just found out that her scholarships were all either cancelled or suspended until she managed to bring her GPA back up. That meant, among other things, that she no longer had enough money to afford student housing. The student apartments weren't cheap, unless you wanted to share a tiny room with one or two other people. Celeste didn't.<br/><br/>There were other options for her, of course. That was something she'd tried to make clear, right from the beginning, as much for her own pride as anything else, though she suspected Mar and Erin appreciated knowing that Celeste hadn't approached them because she had no other options. She<em>did</em>have other options. Student loans, for one. Family wasn't an option, but she had friends who would have taken her in while she got herself straightened out and her life figured out. One bad year at school wasn't going to ruin her. It was just a very inconvenient setback. She definitely had options, though. Just, none of them were anywhere near as appealing as what Mar and Erin offered her.<br/><br/>It wasn't the money, wasn't even the offer of a place to stay, though those were perks. Only a complete fool or, worse, a liar would say they weren't. Celeste had admitted as much. But they weren't the<em>most</em>appealing thing. She'd dreamed of this kind of relationship, too. Maybe she didn't know the right words, didn't quite understand all the ins and outs, certainly didn't realize there was a whole subset within the bdsm community dedicated to this kind of lifestyle. But she'd known for a long time that she was submissive, had known even longer that she craved the care and love that her own parents failed to provide. When she saw Mar and Erin's ad, she knew<em>that</em>was something she wanted. Needed, even.<br/><br/>If this worked, it would be a dream come true. She really hoped it would. And she was terrified that she wouldn't.<br/><br/>Approaching the door, Celeste took a minute or two to gather her courage. Deep breaths. In through the nose. Hold it. Calm.<em>Calm.</em>Out through the mouth. She repeated the process a few times, then before she could convince herself she didn't belong her, didn't deserve this, would turn out to be a disappointment, she rang the doorbell. And before she had time to regret it, Erin answered.<br/><br/>Celeste's eyes grew wide, her mouth hung open. A blush rose up in her cheeks, and she had no idea why. They<em>had</em>all met before. But that was different, wasn't it? That was just a test. This was real. As soon as she stepped into this house, that woman in front of her was no longer Erin Sinclair - not to Celeste, anyway. That beaming, beautiful, wonderful redhead would be Mommy. She didn't see Mar. Not yet. Not when she was being all wrapped up in the warmest, most enthusiastic hug she'd even had. The kiss had her giggling, and then she found herself being swept into the house that would become her new home, bag still in one hand, backpack slung over her shoulders.<br/><br/>"Hi," she said. Soft, shy. Bashful. This to Mar. Then, realizing she hadn't actually greeted Erin either, Celeste turned her attention back to the other woman who had guided her in. "Thank you. I still can't believe this is happening. It's so . . ." She shook her head, lips breaking into a bright, white smile. "I'm excited."