“Get the pacifier”
You blinked bleary eyed and tried to get a feel of your surroundings. You could tell that the girls were sitting around you and were responsible for your hairstyle. As you were about to look to see how much time had passed, you felt a silicon nub come into contact with your lips.
“Please don’t,” you begged. “I’ve already let you do this to me. You don’t need to do anything else.”
“Oh, I think I do. I hope that you didn’t think that you were done here. Let me clarify something for you. I’m in charge of you tonight. You’re MY baby girl. You’re in my house, and doing what I say. So why don’t you choose; you can have some fun with that diaper, let me feed you, or stick with the pacifier,” said Claire.
You sit up, surprised at what Claire had just said. Maybe tonight wasn’t for you to enjoy, maybe it was for her.
Not sure what to choose, all options having their own problems, you looked around. Although most of the girls seemed excited to see whatever outcome you chose, you could tell that Claire was getting impatient.
“Make your choice, baby. If not, I’ll let my friends pick for you.”