*Sadie & Wren — the switch*

A week later she knocks, still smug about cartoon night.

You invited her for dinner. She accepted like it was just another easy evening. She is mid-sentence when the first strap closes over her wrist. Then the other. The chair doesn’t move.

Six jars where she has to read every label. Pea. Prune. Mixed meat. Carrots. Stage 3 turkey. Applesauce for dessert. The modified pacifier is already in your hand cute baby pink pacifier, tube straight through the nipple, buckle ready behind her head. You thumb it in. Her protest comes out around the silicone, muffled and high. Syringe to tube.

“Say ah. I cooked. It’d be rude to say no.”

Peas first. Then prunes thick, sticky, a purple line down her chin you don’t wipe. Mixed meat until she gags and you mention the photo and the friend group. The rest goes down the same way. Methodical. Every swallow watched. When the last jar is empty you unbuckle the gag. Her lips are marked. She asks if you’re done.

You’re not.

A thick white diaper comes out of the bag. “Lie down. Or I’ll make you.” Powder. Back in the chair she goes. Same bright cartoons. You read your book and wait for the prunes to work.

They do.

You pat the front, then the back. Change her with the same humiliating energy she used on you as you wipe the mess from her bottom. Hand her her own clothes. Walk her to the door.

Next time you text, she comes. No questions. This was only a down payment.

Vibe: full role reversal, soft-bully payback, chair bondage, feeding-gag dinner, prune insurance, messy diaper, cartoons while you wait, photo leverage held in reserve.

Pairs with Part 1.

Ellie Voss