Reigning 'Our Girls' Part 1

Chapter 1

"Ugh, I don't want to baby! Why do I have to go in today? It's my day off, they are not all even my patients!" I whined.

"Because she's your friend and you love her. Really, it's not as if this is a new concept - we cover for each other, it's why we work together in the first place."

"Yeah well, 'loving' her, that's debatable right now. Believe me, I'd much rather be here, making sweet love to you, my beautiful husband, than listening to problems of patients that are not even my patients, right now."

"Stop being so dramatic, baby," Michael said.

"I'd rather that too, but we need Debbie to sub for us for when we go away, don't forget that!"

"I know, I know," I hugged Michael tighter to my chest. He was rubbing his fingers along my abs. I love when he does this, it makes me feel so calm, chilled, and well, ok, horny too. With that, I decide better to get my ass up or I'll never be on time. God knows what is awaiting me.

I love my friend Debbie, but I'm not sure I'll love her patients. She is away for two weeks on her honeymoon, and I am seeing some of her more vulnerable patients. The ones who need emergency appointments, referrals, or regular weekly appointments. Debbie and I went to college together and we both are Psychotherapists. I am also a Psychiatrist and Debbie is a psychologist. We offer the same type of counselling, the more challenging side of things - bereavement, anger management, personality disorder, criminal behaviour, personal injury. That kind of thing. We both practice together and help each other out when we can. We have a very busy practice. Some of our clients are either hospital referred, or court referred.

My husband Michael also works with us. He specializes in Occupational Therapy and Cognitive Behavioural Therapy and has a day off today. We would normally be off together, but for the next two weeks, we will be so busy with me covering both Debbie's and my own patients, so that's not going to happen. Michael and I have had our own issues lately. We're recovering from being in a fragile place and we are doing much better now. Thank God. We broke up with our 'baby girl', she left us, and it hurts a lot. If it wasn't for Michael, I don't know what I'd do.

Michael and I are a little bit unorthodox; I suppose. We engage in some light BDSM and would both be of a dominant nature. We both like the same thing, taking care of submissive women. There is something so rewarding about a woman trusting her body to you to be pleasured in ways she could only get from the 'BDSM' scene. We accidentally stumbled into the 'daddy dom' scene and while we enjoyed it, we had never had a desire for it before. Well, I hadn't, my husband Michael grew to really like it. There had just happened to be a 'ddl' party taking place one of the nights we were at the 'Kink' club for our friend's birthday, and we enjoyed it, it piqued our interest. We attended some 'ddl' parties after that at the club. We had discussed looking for a 'little' but never found the right time to devote to it. Michael would search the sites, but no one stood out to match with us.

We love nothing more than taking care of people and when a particular 'little one' came into our lives full time we embraced it and loved it. Although we are married to each other, we are both bisexual, or, as we like to call ourselves, 'sexual'. Sharing a love of 'kink' and both enjoying having sex with women, helps keep our relationship strong. It is actually how we met, we both used to go to the same BDSM club near our college. I also see clients who engage in kink; in fact, 30% of my patients are from the 'kink' scene. One of our best friends since our college days, Damien, runs a website and high-end, members-only kink club 'REIGN,' which is how we met our 'baby girl.'

Olivia was such a sweet girl. She came to me as a patient thinking she was messed up, thinking she was crazy and could never find anyone to understand her. She couldn't form relationships or maintain a full-time job. She was a 'little' but had zero knowledge of what that meant. After really helping her understand her true self, she was finally in a great place. She was my patient for six months before I discharged her from my service. I recommended a service for her to find her 'daddy dom' . Fortunately Michael was 'that dom.' They had met on the secure site I had recommended. I knew he was chatting with someone, but I didn't know who, they were using screen names. He had been searching for a 'little' for a while and really grew to like her. She was perfect, he would say after chatting with her, after all his searching and never finding the right one for us, he was convinced she was the one. We arranged a meet at REIGN and low and behold it was Olivia. At first, I insisted we all leave the club and never have contact again but Michael and Olivia had already established a very strong relationship online. I reluctantly agreed to stay at the club, and it happened from there, she was the 'perfect little', for us.

We were together for four years, she lived with us, and life was wonderful. Her 'little age' was two and we loved everything about her. We had such a stable relationship, so stable that I still don't know how it all went wrong. There were no signs, we were all so in love with each other. We had plans to have a commitment ceremony committing ourselves to each other for the rest of our lives as we couldn't legally marry. We even had paperwork drawn up, and wills changed to incorporate the three of us. We planned to have children together and everything. We had a routine. She went to college during the day while we were at work. She didn't love going to college, but we felt it was good for her. Michael would pick her up from college and bring her home. We would have dinner, playtime, bath time, bedtime story and if she was good, we would have 'adult time' and if she was 'bratty' she would be put to her cot with a spanked bottom for the night leaving her needy and frustrated with desire for the next night. We loved to leave her deprived of an orgasm, work her up enough then stop. We called it her 'funishment.' It was part of the game, the scene Olivia loved. It made the following night all the more fun. She would go to bed needing relief but not be allowed to have it, spend the whole day in college frustrated, sometimes plugged, frustrated, then come home to be ravaged by us. On the weekends we would have family time, trips to the zoo, the aquarium, and the beach. Olivia's choices. She was so young at heart, she loved that we embraced all her quirks. Olivia loved having a cot, pacifier, bottle, sippy cup, and wearing nappies, it was never something we engaged in before, but we did it for her, it was something she needed. We had an amazing sex life and were happy. One day we came home to a note saying I have a new 'daddy' . I will love you guys forever, but I need someone who has more time for me. I know I promised you children, but I just don't want that anymore.

Really what happened is that she had met some millionaire who could be with her 24/7, he didn't have to work, not like we did.

Olivia hated that we wanted her to go to college and get a job. She just wanted to be home all day, have a nice car, shop 'til she dropped while her 'daddy' pampered and pandered to her, letting her do whatever she wanted. Not wanting children, that floored us. There were never any signs that she didn't want kids. In fact, she couldn't wait and insisted on being a stay-at-home mom when the time came. We even agreed to that. We are very financially comfortable, so could accommodate that.

It wasn't easy getting over Olivia, the house feels empty and while we have sent her things to her, her room is still a painful reminder. We have removed everything, the cot, the teddies, books, clothes even her change and vanity table. It's just a pink empty shell now. We will always love Olivia, she was 'our precious little girl' but we have finally come to terms with it and learned to move on, vowing never to take on a 'little' full-time like that again. We could attend 'little gatherings' and take care of the 'single littles' instead. These were parties where 'unmatched littles' and 'daddy doms' would meet for some loving time but without the commitment, feeding everyone's needs.