Family BDSM Game: A Fresh Start (Peachy, Immortelle, Mess)
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				Title: <strong>Family BDSM Game: A Fresh Start (Peachy, Immortelle, Mess)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeachyPie</strong> on <strong>15-03-2019, 08:55:07</strong>
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				It was a warm January afternoon in southern California: the third day of January, to be exact. The sky above was a brilliant blue and clear for miles around, and the sun shone brightly down upon two women unpacking luggage from the backseat of a parked car. The younger of these two women, not yet twenty, had long blonde hair that she had tied into a loose pony tail flowing down across one shoulder. She was dressed in a pleasantly cool day dress of a light and warm red colour. There was a backpack slung over her shoulders and she carried a leather bag in one hand. Today was moving day. And this was Celeste St. James’ new home. The woman who accompanied her, the one carrying all the heavy luggage, was the home’s owner. Celeste didn’t know long Karen and her wife Claire had lived here. There were a lot of things she didn’t know about the two women who would soon be her housemates . . . and much, much more. Her relationship with married couple had only just begun about three weeks earlier. <br><br>It all began with a letter from Celeste’s college dean informing her that she had been placed on academic probation and that she was losing her residence scholarship. Her grades had dipped well below acceptability. The letter itself wasn’t a surprise. Celeste had been expecting it. But the shock of seeing her doomed fate in writing still hit like a fist to the stomach. Among the happiest moments of her life had been to receive her acceptance letter to this college and approval for residence scholarships. Her life was finally getting better! She would leave her home behind and with it all the unpleasant memories of the last two years. College meant new beginnings. It meant her life was hers now, and she could set about making something of herself. But those happy moments were now bitter memories tinged with regret and sadness. She was left with questions that had no answers, at least none that she could provide. Why hadn’t she tried harder? Why hadn’t she gone to class more? Celeste was a bright girl capable of much when she applied her mind to the task at hand. The proof of that was in her high school transcripts. She’d been a straight A student before. Some might say that college is a whole different thing. And indeed, that’s probably true. But that wasn’t Celeste’s problem. Instead of rising to the challenge when things got tough, she withdrew in on herself. She allowed stress, depression, and anxiety to dictate her life. She had no one to encourage her, no one to push her, no one to hold her accountable when she didn’t live up to her potential. Most of all, she had no one who cared. Why then should Celeste care about herself when no one else did?<br><br>And so, the next few days passed in misery. She didn’t sleep, and she hardly ate. There were some days where she barely managed to drag herself out of bed at all. What was the point? Nothing mattered anymore. A little melodramatic, perhaps. Celeste did have options. The letter from the dean explained that she had two semesters left to improve her grades before being suspended. The letter also informed her that, though her scholarships were being taken away, she could apply for student funding that might allow her to remain in the college residence. She could get a part-time job; she could get a full-time job if she really wanted. There were plenty of waitressing positions available in the town, and Celeste had some experience with that. She was also quite pretty, and people tended to like pretty waitresses. They tipped them well, too. Yes, Celeste had options. But she didn’t care. She didn’t want to have options. She wanted something to go <em>right</em>. And then one day, out of the blue, something did. <br><br>A notification appeared on her phone. It was a response to an e-mail that she’d nearly forgotten sending. There were two women who’d posted a curious ad on a BDSM website for locals that Celeste joined a few months earlier on a whim. She was curious about the scene, though she didn’t really know in what capacity. She knew that she was submissive, and she knew also that she wasn’t into some of the truly extreme kinks that others seemed to enjoy. Masochism? No thanks. She had no desire to be hurt for the sake of pain and pain alone. But she longed for a dominant presence in her life. That much she knew. And when she read the ad these two women posted online, she knew also that it resonated with her in ways she could hardly comprehend. They were looking for a younger, gay woman to join their ‘family.’ She had to be submissive; she had to be open-minded. They weren’t looking for a slave or a pet. They were after something more intimate, more sweet. Celeste read the ad about 15 times before, on a particularly lonely night in early December, she worked up the courage to send them an e-mail and inquire. She didn’t really expect a response. But here it was, waiting in her inbox. When she opened it, she prepared herself for the disappointment of another rejection, but what she found instead was a thoughtful letter that would change her life forever.<br><br>Over the next weeks, Celeste met with Karen Fitzpatrick and her wife Claire several times: a few face-to-face meetings, but they mostly interacted through e-mails and video-chat. Eventually there was an “interview.” Celeste had been terribly nervous for that, and not because she was shy, quiet, and insecure. It was because she wanted this to work more than she had wanted anything in her life, more even than she wanted college acceptance. And that desire had very little to do with the fact that they were offering her a place to live free of charge. As far as Celeste could remember, they hadn’t even mentioned that part before the interview. But perhaps they had. That day felt like a long time ago now; so much had happened since. She wanted it because what they offered excited her both sexually and in much more meaningful ways. They offered care and affection, perhaps even love, though that wasn’t stated explicitly. Celeste craved all of that. They also offered dominance and control, discipline, too. Celeste needed someone she trusted to whom she could submit and relinquish control, someone who could take some of the burden of stress off her shoulders. She wanted—no, she needed someone who would hold her accountable. The interview went well for all three of them. Celeste’s nerves wore off early. There was something about Karen and Claire that soothed her; she felt attached to them almost from the very beginning. She didn’t really understand why, but there it was. And here she was: following Karen up the front pathway toward the house that she would soon call home. Claire was waiting for them inside. <br><br>The three of them had shared breakfast that morning, and then Karen along with Celeste went to the girl’s dorm room to gather all her belongings. Karen did most of the moving, since she was the bigger and stronger of the two (and not by a small margin). Celeste was mainly there to point out what was hers and what wasn’t, and to gather the small things she could carry easily. Claire came home early to prepare the house for their new arrival. Or so Celeste thought. Her mind was abuzz today, and she couldn’t be blamed for not remembering everything that everyone told her! One thing she remembered for sure was that today the three of them would be going over the house rules. They had discussed some earlier but nothing specific. Celeste knew that she was to call Karen ‘Daddy’ and Claire was ‘Mommy.’ The idea was strange to her, but not unwelcome. In fact, she quite liked it, even if it would take her some time to get used to using those titles. They’d also talked about some of the punishments Celeste would have to accept when she broke any rules. Spanking was chief among them. That both thrilled and terrified her, but in a good way. They had not discussed any specific rules or what did and did not constitute acceptable behaviour from their new live-in submissive. Celeste was looking forward to it. And she was terribly nervous about it. <br><br>“I like your house.” She said as the two of them approached the front door, Karen a step ahead of Celeste. <em>My home</em>, the girl thought, but wouldn’t dare say it allowed, not until Karen and Claire said so first. Truly, it was a beautiful home. They were on the front steps now. They would enter soon. And Celeste’s new life would begin. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Family BDSM Game: A Fresh Start (Peachy, Immortelle, Mess)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FigTree</strong> on <strong>21-03-2019, 03:01:02</strong>
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				Anyone who knew Clara Sheik-Fitzpatrick - Claire to friends - would've said that she was not a woman given to impulsive decisions. Yes, she was an artist, and common wisdom dictated that artists were flighty and frantic and as inconstant as the sea, but that simply wasn't her. Oh, she felt deeply, and perhaps she took those feelings into account a little more than some did when making choices, but she valued the stability of her life. She valued plans, valued knowing what was in her bank account, valued knowing what was on the meal plan for the following week - her design work was deeply fulfilling, but it was the whimsical exception to her ordered life rather than the rule of it. <br><br>She was not an impulsive woman...and yet, somehow, the most consequential choices of her life had happened as a result of decisions made in the spark of a moment. When she'd met Karen, she'd known that her wife would play a deeply consequential role in her life; after one working session photographing the University soccer star she'd written in her journal that she was not, apparently, as above love and sex and all of it as she thought, but rather that her desires had been waiting for her to find them in the body of the handsome woman whose pictures she sighed over in the dark room. One of those pictures from their first session had a place of pride in their living room.<br><br>It was too soon to say for sure, but she suspected she'd done it again, made a call that set a whole new world into motion. A girlhood love of Nancy Drew had also sparked an interest in how, exactly, it felt to be kidnapped by bad guys - it turned out that if by "kidnapped" one meant "tied down" and by "bad guys" one meant "one's wife," the answer was "pretty damned good." She and Karen had played their little games for years, but despite only having a few years between them it had felt like it had taken her much longer to grow up, and the woman she'd grown into was far more interested in playing with pretty toys than being one...well, most of the time. They'd invented the fantasy of their shared girl, not a partner in their marriage but simply someone they could enjoy both together and alone, someone to scratch the itches neither of them was interested in scratching for the other. <br><br>When an old lady at her parents' church had praised her for choosing a job she could do from home to allow her to "take care of the kids," the solution seemed so obvious, like it had been in front of them all along in the dark and they'd had only to flip on the light to see it. She and Karen had talked and strategized late into the night and throughout the weekend; by Monday morning they had an ad on a popular kink website looking for their girl.<br><br>The interview process had been long and tedious, but Claire had had a good feeling the first time they met Celeste. The girl was pliable, beautiful, willing, informed, and - a bigger draw than Claire had expected - clearly needed them. Children weren't in the cards for Claire and her wife and that was as she willed it, but she'd regretted not having the ability to use their relative privilege to help others in a more direct way than their usual giving. Now there was a chance.<br><br>Preparations had been underway for the move for some time. The guest room had been properly cleared and outfitted not just for a guest but for someone to stay, a sweet lace comforter purchased in Celeste's favorite color. Less...innocent purchases had also been made, but those weren't in the foreground of Claire's mind as she waited for her wife and their new girl to arrive. She was too busy focusing on chopping vegetables for the big pot of soup she was making for lunches for the coming week.<br><br>She heard a car in the drive and popped the lid back on the pot, wiping her hands off on the little blue half-apron she wore over her jeans and then taking the apron off and leaving it on the counter. She wore a cream top a few shades lighter than her lightly freckled skin, a peplum with short sleeves and fitted bodice that flared out from beneath her breasts. She'd pulled her red hair half up to keep it out of her face and had put on light eye makeup before leaving for breakfast, and it was still in place as she stepped back into her suede ankle-high boots and opened the door to usher the pair in.<br><br>"Come on in!" she called, the gesture of leaning over to kiss her wife automatic. "I'll help you all get things loaded into the guest bedroom. Our princess' room now," she added with a bright smile, though her tone was lightly nervous as she squeezed past to get a load from the car.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Family BDSM Game: A Fresh Start (Peachy, Immortelle, Mess)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le Immortelle</strong> on <strong>22-03-2019, 21:28:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/1d/ec/47/1dec47a1a335e7511d188b27f8936718.jpg)<br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Karen Fitzpatrick</span></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Today was the big day and Karen was undoubtedly excited.<br><br>It wasn't in her nature usually to get so amped up over anything, but this was pretty big. A step forth that she and her wife Claire had never taken before. After years of always pushing things up a notch as far as kinks in their relationship went, this was going to be on a whole different level. She and Claire had always been at it. Constantly pushing the envelopes, challenging each other and them as a couple which had led to a very healthy relationship that had sustained through thick and thin and emerged through it all.<br><br>Karen would never have been able to imagine how her life might have been if she had not met the charming photographer who was doing a series of photos on the college soccer team all those years ago.<br><br>Claire had been there when an injury ended what was a promising career, helping her get through it all, overcome and start the next chapter of her life..<em>their</em> life together. Since then she had finished college with a degree in business management and started her own shop named 'Play It As It Lays', one of the few shops specializing in gear aimed towards women. The concept, a novelty initially had turned out to be quite the successful venture and now they were up to three outlets. A result of twelve years of blood and sweat that both Karen and Claire were proud of. But what made Karen's chest swell with pride was the fact that her wife was proud of her.<br><br>It had come out from an idea that had taken a root in Claire's mind and being the meticulous couple that they had been, had put up a rather thorough advertisement on the kink website they had been members of for a long time, iamshameless.com.<br><br>There had been few response, but most were vetoed before any actual contact could happen....that was, until Celeste had got in touch with them. Since then, the way everything had gone down? It was too good to be true if Karen were to be honest. They had gone through the vetting process quite thoroughly. The meetings with Celeste had gone rather smoothly and finally, it was decided that she was the most suitable contender they would have for this little experiment they were going to run where two would become three but not quite in a conventional manner.<br><br>That morning, Karen had gone up to Celeste's dorm, helping the petite young woman in packing her stuff. They had carried the boxes together and placed them in the back of Karen's Ford Explorer. It was a trusted ride that Karen had maintained fine tuned over the years. They had others but there was that X factor about this which had made Karen persist with it, even if it was a little old. In many ways, the car reflected Karen's personality. It was strong, robust, had the benefit of being an incredibly well oiled machine and was bigger than many small cars that you witnessed in the town.<br><br>Karen was wearing one of her seemingly endless supply of suits as she had gone mid-work to pick Celeste up. It was kind of fun, to get back to the campus, to see some of the dorms, her shop supplied goods to the uni team but she had not been <em>really</em> inside in like, forever. The other girls at the dorm were intrigued at the dapper woman in Louis Vouitton suit that had showed up, wondering exactly what kind of arrangement that Celeste had done with this woman to be whisked away suddenly. Karen had only given a smirk at here a casual wink there.<br><br>They had talked about a lot of stuff en route back to the house where Claire was going to be waiting for them. Both Karen and Claire had spent time setting up the room and house in general to make the transition an easy one for Celeste. It was important that she felt at <em>home</em> instead of at say, a hostel or something like that. This was not supposed to be an arrangement of that sort but on the contrary there was a definite domestic element to the whole deal which was really crucial here.<br><br>As the car snaked in the driveway, Karen killed the engine and grinned. "We're here Princess!" She announced in a cheerful tone before stepping out and easing Celeste out of the car. Leading the way she moved to the door and Claire was already there, inviting them in. Karen shared a passionate kiss with her wife and motioned Celeste to come in.<br><br>"Let me help you....Princess, you take the lighter stuff." Karen instructed and immediately went for the heavier of the boxes, holding them up rather effortlessly.<br><br>The truth was, it was a bit of a foray into an unknown even for them, but therein lay the fun, didn't it? Karen thought to herself as she placed the boxes in the redecorated guest room. It felt nice to have an occupant in the room, they had remade it according to Celeste's tastes, carefully asking her for her preferences in every context but the reveal of the done room was meant to be a surprise to Celeste on the day she moved in. The door was opened and Celeste was let in while Karen placed the boxes next to the bed.<br><br>"So, what does Princess think of her abode?" Karen asked with a warm grin.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Family BDSM Game: A Fresh Start (Peachy, Immortelle, Mess)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeachyPie</strong> on <strong>23-03-2019, 02:19:19</strong>
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				Of the two Fitzpatrick's, Karen and Clara Sheik, it was Claire, despite Karen's significant size and strength advantage, who intimidated Celeste the most. This had nothing to do with any fault of Claire's. In what few interactions the three of them had had so far, she and Celeste got on quite well. In another life, they might have been close friends. Celeste hoped they still would be . . . just with a whole lot more depth to their relationship than 'mere' friendship. What made Claire seem the more intimidating of the two dominant women wasn't anything she'd done or said. Rather, it was a lack of something on Celeste's part. Growing up, she never had a strong, feminine role model. She never had someone to look up to, to emulate, to model herself after. What female authority figures Celeste did have in her life treated her with cool ambivalence. Her mother preferred Celeste's brother. The St. James household was very <em>Freudian</em> like that. She had a few aunts, too, but they were vapid and vain creatures, obsessed with material wealth, beauty, and prestige. Celeste was only valuable to them, her mother and her aunts, insomuch as she could add to their meticulously cultivated reputations. They paraded her around in children's beauty pageants when she was younger. Celeste won a few, and they loved her for it, praised her, showered her with affection. And then it all stopped when she grew a little older and began to hate the pageants. She'd cry when her mother tried to enter her, and nobody wanted to see a crying little girl on stage. Celeste never won again. The love stopped. The affection dried up. And by the time Celeste realized why, they'd moved on to something new. It was too late for her to gain their affection back.<br><br>All of this might have worked against Claire, if not for two things. The first was that not very deep below the surface Celeste craved, she truly, truly craved that strong, feminine role model that had always been missing from her life. It might take a little work from Claire to earn their new girl's trust. But once she had it, she'd never lose it. The second thing was very much Claire's doing. She'd likely never realize it, but the way she welcomed Celeste into their home set the stage for a long and loving relationship. 'Our princess.' Those two words were significant in and of themselves, but it was Claire's tone that truly endeared herself to Celeste. That she was nervous meant she cared. That she was nervous meant she wasn't cold or ambivalent. It meant she was human, unlike the women from Celeste's past.&nbsp; <br><br>"Thank you." She said, but it was too late. Claire was already out unpacking what few things remained of hers in the car. Probably a good thing anyway. 'Thank you.' What a weak response! But she didn't know what else to say to such a perfect 'welcome home.'<br><br>So, the younger girl followed Karen through the house. It was big and beautiful, but Celeste was used to that. Her parents were quite wealthy. What was new here was the homey environment. A little cliche, perhaps, but one could <em>feel</em> the love in this house. She could smell the love wafting to her nose from whatever meal Claire had been cooking in the kitchen. Another point for Claire. Celeste's mother never cooked. There happy days in this house, and there were sad ones. Probably angry, too. But all of them tinged with love. There were pictures on the walls of sweet memories frozen in time. Each one had a story to it, Celeste knew, and she wanted to hear each one. But not now. Right now, she was just eager to see her room. <em>Her</em> room. She liked thinking that.<br><br>Karen pushed the door open, and Celeste stepped inside to a sight that made her chest swell with emotion. She wanted to cry, but dare not. Best not to let Claire and Karen think her crazy! But her eyes did grow damp, and Celeste had to wipe a few tears away with the back of her hand. The bedroom was perfect. It was <em>her</em>. She'd explained to Karen and Claire that her favourite colour was pink, but only in small doses. Too much and, to her, it felt tacky. They found the perfect amount of pink for her room. A few fuchsia coloured pillows mixed with some yellow and apricot on top of a royal blue comforter. The decor was nice, too, and there was room left for her to add some of her own things as she acquired them. Perhaps a few pictures of all three of them once they had a few? She hoped there would be those. <br><br>"It's perfect. I love it." She responded, once she was certain she could speak without breaking down into tears. She dropped her backpack down onto the bed, and then sat down onto it, letting the mattress bounce beneath her bum a few times, while she gazed around the room in wonderment. <br><br>"I can't believe you did all this for me." Because nobody had ever done anything so thoughtful for her before. But she didn't say that last.&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Family BDSM Game: A Fresh Start (Peachy, Immortelle, Mess)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le Immortelle</strong> on <strong>20-04-2019, 19:50:53</strong>
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				Karen stood in the room while Celeste took the room in. It pleased her to no end that Celeste was approving of it. She allowed Celeste to indulge in the colors, the decor....the whole thing, smile on her face widening at the sight of the joy that she could see on the face of the young woman. Until finally Celeste commented that it was perfect.<br><br>"Glad you think so Princess." Karen replied. She could sense the emotional impact this had had on the young woman and allowed Celeste few moments to get herself together.<br><br>"Of course we did that for your Princess....you're our princess and that means you deserve a room worthy of that! Now come here and give me a hug before we unpack together...three of us, as a <em>family</em>." Karen beamed at Celeste and beckoned her closer, arms extended.<br><br>It was funny how naturally it came to her. But it just seemed about <em>right</em>. They indeed were family now. Perhaps Celeste's arrival was the only missing piece of the puzzle in their life to make it picture perfect.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Family BDSM Game: A Fresh Start (Peachy, Immortelle, Mess)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FigTree</strong> on <strong>27-04-2019, 20:30:37</strong>
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				Claire remembered her own college days, her attention to detail meaning that her half of the dorm was stuffed to the gills - in an organized way - with every possible thing she or anyone else on her floor could possibly need, as if there were no stores near the college where she could go if she accidentally forgot her swimming cap or nail polish remover. The load still in the back of her wife's car suggested that their new family member had been at least a bit more conscientious in her packing, and she was grateful for it as she slung bag straps over her shoulder and grabbed a pillow in her arms before slamming the trunk shut with a force that always made Karen sigh.<br><br>She bumped the house door open with her hip and headed to the bedroom, smiling at the sight of her wife and their Princess in an embrace. She knew she'd see them together in all kinds of ways in the coming days, and join them as well, but something about the moment made her rush to sit down the pillow in her arms, pull out her phone, and snap a picture. <br><br>It wasn't perfect - the angle she was holding her arm at to keep the bag from sliding down it meant that the picture was slanty - but it was a beautiful moment all the same. <br><br>"All right, unless there's more in the front of the car I think this is all of it." She lifted the pillow and tossed it on the bed, then scooted past the women to put the other bags on the floor.<br><br>"Okay, pretty girl, you have a nightstand, a dresser, and a closet - we bought hangers - and if you need a storage tub for other things to go in the floor of the closet, we can run out and get that later. The shelf on the bottom of your nightstand is good for books, but we can also clear a shelf for you on ours."<br><br>She walked over and slid a hand in her wife's back pocket, pushing up on her toes slightly to kiss the other woman on the cheek.<br><br>"We can either all just put things where we think is logical and you can reorganize later," she told Celeste, "or you can help us decide where things go now. What would you like to do? Keeping in mind," she added, "that good girls keep their rooms clean, so it'll need to be easy for you to remember how to put everything away."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Family BDSM Game: A Fresh Start (Peachy, Immortelle, Mess)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeachyPie</strong> on <strong>29-04-2019, 08:07:36</strong>
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				When Karen opened her arms, inviting her in, the blonde girl didn't hesitate to accept. A hug was exactly what she needed right then. The morning had been a long one, and the past few weeks even longer. So much had changed, and so much was still changing. It was all so very overwhelming for a girl who, not two months earlier, had been at her lowest low. Now she was at the highest high, and she didn't know whether to cry, or laugh, or jump around in circles! So, she buried herself in Karen's -- Daddy's -- arms instead.&nbsp; <br><br>It was pure chance that turned Celeste's head just in time to see Claire lining up her phone to snap a picture of them. The younger girl beamed, her bright, white smile more for Claire, and the moment in general, than for the benefit of the camera. Once the picture was snapped, the moment frozen forever in time, Celeste reluctantly disentangled herself from Karen's arms. It wasn't easy, but there'd be more time for snuggles later -- with all three of them together. Like Karen said, they were a family, or at the very least they were well on their way to becoming one.<br><br>With the pretty blonde as the submissive babygirl. That part excited Celeste the most. As much as her life had fallen apart recently, she never would have accepted the Fitzpatrick's offer if she didn't genuinely crave <em>all</em> that they were offering. The living arrangement was a nice bonus, certainly. But that's not what sealed the deal.<br><br>So, the young, submissive woman listened intently, her stomach doing somersaults, while Claire very deftly went into Mommy-mode. That's how it seemed to Celeste, anyway, particularly the comment about good girls keeping their rooms clean. Fortunately, she'd never been a particularly messy person. She'd never leave food or drink containers -- certainly no trash -- lying around, but she'd also never had a problem tossing worn clothes on her mattress or across the floor, and she'd certainly never learned the importance of making her bed each and every morning. If those things concerned Claire or Karen, that might just be something they would have to work on. Celeste didn't say any of that, though. <br><br>"Can we try to organize it now?" She asked, opting for the second option. "Most of my clothes are in my backpack and this bag," she indicated the one she'd carried into the room. "And one of those ones. I can't remember which. The other heavy ones have my books." She pointed to the ones Karen carried in. "I think . . . ummn . . . oh, I think the one you have, Clair--Mommy," she amended, two pink circles appearing in her cheeks. She'd never actually used that title before, though they all three agreed that she would. Celeste still felt a little awkward about it, but the two older women were already using sweet pet names for her and she wanted to assure them that she was very much on board with everything they'd agreed upon. Besides, she <em>did</em> like the title. It was just new. "I think all my underwear and toiletries are in there. I think one of the boxes--ummn--Daddy brought in has the rest of my stuff." <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Family BDSM Game: A Fresh Start (Peachy, Immortelle, Mess)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le Immortelle</strong> on <strong>14-06-2019, 21:52:37</strong>
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				The kiss on the cheek from Claire made Karen purr as these little gestures often did to her. A smile lingering on her lips. One hand slid out to give a smack on Claire's ass, hinting at the funtimes for the later. But more than that, they were more focused currently on making Princess feel at home, ease her in the house.<br><br>The disciplinarian in Karen thoroughly approved of Claire's statement. "Indeed. Good girls get rewards while bad girls get spankings." She hummed with a smile. Karen checked her watch and nodded. "Okay, so I still have some time before I have to get back to work and we can help Princess with some of her stuff before that."<br><br>She opened the bag containing clothes and the books. "So, Princess and Mommy, let's get cracking...but help us with where you want your stuff to go because it's your room and we want you to find things instead of feeling lost. So, you have both of us entering in worker bee mode for now!" Karen chuckled and her hand gently came around Claire's shoulder in a warm, protective manner.<br><br>"Be at home baby because you've finally come <em>home</em>." She said to Celeste.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Family BDSM Game: A Fresh Start (Peachy, Immortelle, Mess)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FigTree</strong> on <strong>08-07-2019, 03:58:42</strong>
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				The answering chuckle at the slap to Claire's ass was as much a part of their routine as Karen's purr, a song and dance well honed over years together. Things with Claire and her wife were easy - they knew where they fit in each others' lives, where every leg and elbow went in their embrace. It was wonderful. Variety was wonderful, too, though, and Claire looked forward to growing their little family.<br><br>Karen's firm warning prompted a bright smile. Who'd've thought it would be so darned <em>hot</em> to hear her wife going all daddy? <br><br>Claire leaned into the hug, squeezing her arm once around her wife's waist before pulling free to start moving, ruffling Celeste's hair as she passed on her way to grab some of the books. They obviously belonged on the shelf, so she would start shelving them while Celeste made some choices about where other things went. <br><br>"We welcome you, we welcome you, fa la la la la la la la la!" she sang cheerfully in passing, referencing the munchkins' song from <em>The Wizard of Oz.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Family BDSM Game: A Fresh Start (Peachy, Immortelle, Mess)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeachyPie</strong> on <strong>11-07-2019, 05:36:28</strong>
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				The affectionate butt-smack from Karen to Claire produced a giggly reaction from the younger girl, though she tried to hide it and her goofy grin behind the back of her hand. Were they so openly-affectionate around everyone? Maybe. But Celeste found herself hoping that they weren't. They were a family now, Karen had said. Well, maybe this was one of those family moments that Karen and Claire felt they could share with her and no one else? Or maybe not. But Celeste could hope; she could hope that, although they still had a long way to go, the three of them really were becoming a family already.<br><br>So when the warning came, Celeste felt her breath catch in her chest. That wasn't a thing someone -- a Daddy -- said to just any girl. And though they'd talked of spanking many times before, this was the first time either woman had actually threatened one. No, not a threat. Just a warning. Or was it a promise? It didn't matter. The effect was all the same. Slowly but very surely, Celeste was beginning to feel like their little girl. That in mind, the younger woman turned away from her two new housemates toward her bags, where she hoped she might be able to hide the big, stupid grin that just kept growing and growing on her face. Claire's hair-ruffling on the way by had her heart soaring, and the silly song had her giggling. <br><br>Lost in her fantasies, Celeste began rummaging through her clothing bags to sort out what she found in there. Pants and dresses, she folded. Shirts and dresses went on hangers. Claire had the books to sort through and Karen had everything else to choose from. Some time passed like that before the younger woman finally managed the nerve to ask a question that had popped into her head a few minutes earlier. "When I do something . . .." Once again, her breath caught. She paused a moment before swallowing her nerves and starting over. "When I get into trouble, will I get a warning first? Or, umn, just a spanking?" Though she was speaking to both women, she very carefully avoided looking at either one. Her eyes were focused on a particular spot in the bag she was currently sifting through, and they didn't dare rove anywhere else. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Family BDSM Game: A Fresh Start (Peachy, Immortelle, Mess)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le Immortelle</strong> on <strong>19-07-2019, 20:26:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The song made Karen chuckle as she joined in the sing along as well. As she watched Claire and Celeste go about it. There was something so wonderfully domestic about all of this. As if this was literally the only thing that was missing from her life. She had her wife, all that they needed to complete their family was their precious princess and Celeste was such a bundle of cuteness. Already she could feel a connection to her. Karen could only hope that Claire was feeling the same chemistry that she was.<br><br>With that, Karen began to unpack another box which contained some personal belongings of Celeste. Some stuffed toys, mostly animals. She was careful in arranging them on a desk, leaving it to Celeste to rearrange as she wished to. While the three of them were going about it, Celeste asked a question.<br><br>It was a peculiar one but it totally made sense for her to be curious about that. After all, Karen did hint at some deviant and sensual promises with her warning earlier. "Well, you wouldn't know that until you've actually managed <em>get</em> into trouble, right Princess? And of course punishment would depend on <em>what</em> kind of trouble you manage to get yourself into..." She purred. "...but it seems Princess <em>wants</em> some trouble, is that it?"<br><br>Karen turned around and gave a playful wink to Claire. Clearly a sign to play good cop bad cop a little for the kicks.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Family BDSM Game: A Fresh Start (Peachy, Immortelle, Mess)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FigTree</strong> on <strong>14-10-2019, 11:55:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Gosh, the girl was precious, all giggles and sunshine and light. She knew why she and Karen hadn't done this sooner and the reasons had been sound. Regardless of them, Claire wouldn't, in good conscience, have been willing to bring Celeste into their family when the woman was any younger, and it was difficult to imagine anyone but Celeste feeling right here now. Still, it was impossible not to sense that something was good and want even more of it, looking back to see how you could've found that happy place sooner. <br><br>Watching her wife interacting with the other woman was also heart-warming. When they'd started looking for someone in earnest Claire had worried that she's be jealous watching Karen with someone else, but that hadn't proven to be true. No, it made her love Karen even more as she'd watched the two together over their various meetings, and particularly now as "Daddy" got their girl settled in. <br><br>The shelving of books went quickly, though it would've gone faster if Claire hadn't felt compelled to alphabetize as she unpacked. Still, she kept an eye and ear on the other women as they worked, and she found herself rotating towards the conversation as they spoke. She caught Karen's eyes and hugged a book to her chest, eyes wide.<br><br>"Is our girl being <em>naughty</em>?" she asked, voice light and surprised.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Family BDSM Game: A Fresh Start (Peachy, Immortelle, Mess)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeachyPie</strong> on <strong>15-10-2019, 03:55:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Want</em> trouble? Celeste lifted her eyes to Karen, intent to clarify the question she'd asked. After all, she had <em>not</em> intended to find trouble today. Their relationship -- this <em>situation</em> -- wasn't meant to work like that. Whatever punishments she inevitably received were not going to be fun. And while there were likely going to be some sexual feelings that went along with many of them -- Celeste did love being submissive -- they weren't about sexual gratification -- except, of course, when they were having sex. Punishments there were <em>supposed</em> to be fun, in a kinky, submissive sort of way. But this wasn't sex. So, she shouldn't <em>want</em> any trouble, should she?<br><br>And yet a small part of her did want to find out what would happen when she misbehaved. She was nervous, yes, but also unquestionably excited for their 'first time.' That made her hesitate. And that moment's hesitation gave Claire her opportunity to add a little a question of her own.<br><br>Celeste turned to the other woman -- to Mommy. She licked her lips, looking nervous. But she had an idea. Dare she act on it?<br><br>"No." Her lips moved before her mind was made, and the expression that appeared on her face was one of a girl surprised to have heard her own voice. She looked back at Karen, then to Claire. <br><br>Two pink circles appeared in her cheeks, and she moved her eyes from Mommy's gaze to the floor by her own feet. But this time when she spoke, Celeste chose her words very carefully. This time, she knew exactly what she was doing. "I'm not being naughty." She told Claire, with just a little too much . . . confidence in her tone. Shrugging, the girl very suddenly sat down on the bed and folded her arms across her breasts. "I just don't want to keep unpacking. I've been packing and unpacking all day," she complained. And, to her credit, that <em>was</em> true. But all three of them knew there hadn't really been that much to pack or, consequently, unpack. It had been a somewhat busy day but not a difficult one. <br><br>But that didn't matter. Celeste's intention here was clear -- at least, she hoped that it was. She wasn't trying to be difficult or ungrateful. No. She was only trying to test her boundaries with her new Mommy and Daddy. Their girl was being <em>naughty</em>. 
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