DDlg Bailey Style

As these are well established characters I probably don't need to do this, but I know moderators can become understandably and rightfully squicky about this this stuff so... ALL CHARACTERS IN THIS SCENE ARE 18 OR OLDER.

Also, just so I don't encourage false hopes, the really **** DDlg/Age Play stuff will be mostly non-sexual in nature. Jesse will use it here and there as foreplay and to get into Fiona's head but once things heat up the dynamic will shift.

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Fiona leads you into Chloe's bedroom, a place you had never been before though she seemed intimately familiar with it. She avoids turning on the overhead light and instead walks into the darkened room and turns a tall lamp that sat in the corner. A warm yellow tinged light fills the room.

Your Cousin's surprisingly spacious room was...interesting. It was a combination of what you would expect from a woman her age, a kinky sex dungeon, and a little girl's room. Each in equal measure and each clashing with the other parts. Interior design was not your Cousin's strong suit.

Dominating the center of the room was a bed that you already knew Chloe hadn't bought for herself. Fiona or Chloe's Sugar Daddy bad bought her this monstrosity. It was a big four poster bed but unlike any four poster you'd ever seen. The construction of the frame was of thick black steel. Metal loops were welded to the body in strategic locations and the canopy had arched crossbeams each of which looked like it could easily hold the weight of a person. The frame at the foot of it had rings plainly placed for bondage of the wrists and neck and the "headboard" was a series of crossbeams with a leather padded area about two feet tall and running not quite the width of the unit. It was BDSM bed and a nice one at that. Contrasting with this fearsome frame was the soft pastel colored bedding and pillows and stuffed animals.

Around the room were various pictures of your family as well as photos of Chloe with a muscular guy you assumed was her man. Besides the bed the furniture was unremarkable, the usual stuff. Both sliding doors to Chloe's closet were fully mirrored and there were two other full length mirrors hung on the walls and a big one on the ceiling which gave the already roomy area the illusion of even more space.

You could smell the cleaner in the air and under that a deep subtle funk that you would bet could never entirely be removed.

Fiona stood, fidgety and nervous. Even a day ago you never in your life thought you'd see your big sister look so scared and ****. The fact she was feeling this way because of you...unbelievable. Her eyes shoot toward the closet a few times telling you all you needed to know.

"Um...want me to get the toys for..." She starts to say.

"They're in the closet? There." You point.

She nods with trepidation.

"Answer me."

"Yes Sir. They are in the closet. On the left side."

You nod but make no move toward it just yet. You approach the bed and grip the nearest corner post and give it a push. The thing barely budges. This wasn't just for show, this was a serious piece of equipment. You take your time and casually walk around to inspect the bed and allow your imagination to ponder the possibilities. You were in no hurry, you had Fiona all night and you wanted to savor her. Now you understood why Fiona wanted you sexually slaked before you began. Without having done what you had done with Chloe earlier you would certainly be rushing things along now to satisfy your lust.

You look back across the bed at your sister who still stood in the same spot. Her being topless while you were still fully clothed was bothering her you could see, more precisely the fact that you had control of it and she had none. Her discomfort was good, it helped establish your dominance, but for now you wanted to calm her down and get her feeling comfortable. Fear and discomfort would come later.

"Your dress is very nice. It looks pretty on you."

A faint blush rises in her cheeks at the unexpected compliment. "Thank you Sir, thank you for choosing it for me. You look very handsome tonight too Daddy."

"I like what you did with your makeup. Again, so pretty. Did Elsie help you with that?" Your tone is soft and kind.

"Mmm hmm. She put it on."

"You were a clever girl asking your sister for help. You look so good for me tonight, very pretty. Good girl."

You can hear her breath catch in her lungs at the praise and she trembles. "Thank you Daddy."

"You're scared."

"Yes Sir." She nods.

"You're scared about what I am going to do to you. About your discipline."

She nods again. "Yes Daddy. I've been...very...very...naughty."

"Yes you have, and the punishment must fit the crime. You know that, right?"

She lets out a shuddering breath and lowers her eyes. "I know. But... I...I...I swear I'll be a good girl now, you don't have to..."

"Shhhhh." You raise a finger. "Don't embarrass yourself with bargaining. You know you deserve it."

"Mmmmm." She whines with an almost childlike fear of punishment. Once more you are stunned by the revelation that underneath Fiona's fiery fierceness and impenetrable armor there was just a scared lonely little girl all this time. This gives you an idea.

Picking up a big pink fuzzy stuffed bunny from the head of Chloe's bed you walk slowly back around to her again. She looks at it confused. You offer it to her and with hesitation she takes it from your hands. Her eyes scan over it then look up into yours. This had set her off balance, which was what you were hoping for.

"Take your friend and go to the corner."

"Friend? The corner?"

Your eyes narrow. "I won't have these questions Fiona. They do not make me happy."

"I'm sorry. Yes Daddy." She hurries to the corner you indicate with the stuffed bunny gripped tight in both hands, holding as one would any inanimate object.

"Is your bunny a him or a her?"

"Huh?"

You glower.

"Sorry...um, she's a girl. She's..." Fiona looks down at it as if for the first time. "...she's a Bailey bunny."

You smile. "Of course she is. Don't hold her so tight. She doesn't like that."

Her grip loosens and she shifts to hold it in more a hugging position. As she holds it and looks at it and feels its soft fuzz against her bare chest you watch as the fear slowly drains from her.

"Good girl." You say proudly. "Now kneel down."

She does as you say and kneels down onto the floor in the corner, sitting at a 90 degree angle to you.

"Good girl. I like it when you listen."

She nods and whispers more to herself than to you. "I'm a good girl now."

"Not quite." You laugh. "But you'll get there. Why don't you give your new friend a hug."

"Yes Sir." She hugs the bunny tight.

"She's nice, isn't she?"

Fiona stares at it and tilts her head. "Yes...but...but not all the time."

"No?"

She shakes her head. "Sometimes she's a naughty bunny."

You chuckle. "Silly little bunnies are naughty sometimes, that's okay. They can't help it."

"She'll be punished?"

"Of course. Her Daddy will set her straight."

Strangely this seems to put your sister at ease. "That's good."

"No matter how naughty she is though...her Daddy will always protect her and love her more than anything the whole world."

Fiona gasps, holding in a sob of...happiness? "She's got a good Daddy, doesn't she?"

"Yes Fiona. Very good. He loves her so much."

She sniffles. "She loves him too, even when she's bad, even when she's being punished."

"Does she have a name?"

Fiona sits the thing on her lap and looks it over. No longer was she treating it like just a thing, now she held it like a real living creature that she adored. Stroking the soft furry face she says. "Bunbun, her name is Bunbun."

"Aw, that's a cute name."

She puffs up at your warm words. She coos softly and nuzzles her nose against Bunbun's.

"Fiona?"

"Yes Daddy?"

"Would you like your very own Bunbun? For home?"

She is quiet for a time and you watch big sister Fiona do battle with little girl Fiona. This takes some time and you allow the moment to happen uninterrupted. She stares at the stuffy, studying its features closely. You can actually see the moment one side is victorious as she bounces lightly and grins. At last she says in high happy voice. "Yes Sir. I'd like my own Bunbun."

"If you are very good Daddy might get you one, okay?"

"Would you!?" She peeps with hopeful anticipation. "For real?"

"Of course I would. I love my baby girl."

She nods enthusiastically and hugs Bunbun to her breasts. "I'll be good." She smiles and pets her fuzzy friend, straightening Bunbun's left ear so it matched the other just so. "I'll look after her real good, I promise."

"I know you will."

"He he he."

"Princess?"

"Yes Daddy?" She answers as naturally as if it were her own name. Pumpkin you would avoid, but these pet names were cute and fun.

"Tell me you love me."

"I love you Daddy!" She looks at you with pure joy and laughs. "He he he! I love yoooou!"

"Good girl."

Motioning toward the closet you say. "Okay, I have some Daddy business to attend to. You play with Bunbun while I'm busy."

"Yes Sir." Fiona's attention returns to the stuffed toy. She giggles and whispers to Bunbun. She pets its long floppy ears moves its arms in her hands to make gestures and expressions. She truly plays with the toy without a care in the world. Her whole demeanor was completely transformed. Gone were the grim realities of life and college and money and worrying about siblings and business and ****, in their place was her new friend Bunbun and her loving Daddy watching over her.

You can't help but smile. You were flying by the seat of your pants here but you were surprising yourself on just how...easy this all felt. Being thrust into the leadership role here wasn't allowing you to drop back into your normal beta patterns and GOD DAMN it was feeling good so far. A guy could get use to this.

Turning toward the closet you approach it to see what "toys" you had to work with, all the while keeping an attentive ear to your little girl playing in the corner.