Baby Talk

Chapter 21 - Confessions Under Duress (I have ways of making you talk, Agent Skip.)  Melody stifled the quip. Silly jokes mid-scene had their place, but she didn’t want to actively defuse the tension even if it felt intensely appropriate at the moment.  Skip lay spread-eagle on her bed, rope secured around their wrists and ankles, naked save for their diaper. In a word, helpless.  “You’ve taken your punishment very well,” Melody praised, stalking back and forth at the foot of the bed. “Other than that little slip-up on Friday, of course.” Skip wriggled, tugging against the ropes that held them in place. Their body had little range of motion, they couldn’t– “The wrist cuffs are loose,” they noted, looking from side to side at their hands. “I could get my hands out of these if I tried.”  (Mostly helpless,) Melody self-corrected. “Don’t try, then. If you escaped, I’d just have to tie you up more thoroughly.” She waited a moment for any sort of pushback, but Skip fell silent. “If it’s alright with you, can I continue?” Skip seemed uncertain for a moment before they nodded, but once they’d given assent, they fell still.  “Now, I’d like to believe that you were the model of obedience,” Melody continued. “But…I’m not going to just trust that. First, we’re going to see what you have to say.”  “I didn’t break any rules,” Skip announced, though their tone was stiff and unconvincing. Whether or not they were telling the truth, they weren’t putting their effort into selling the truth.  “We’ll see.”  Walking to her nightstand, Melody produced the toy that she would be using for this play session. They still hadn’t introduced any elements of sado-masochism to their dynamic, and this would be no exception. No pain, just coercion.  She raised the body-safe washable marker and lifted it up so that Skip could see without twisting their neck and straining in the bondage. With a satisfying pop, she flicked off the cap and spun the marker in her fingers like a conductor’s baton. She ran the show, after all. The writing on Skip’s diaper had been left minimal so that it would contrast with the scene better, just four little ‘No’s, one on each tape. Now, Melody crawled onto the bed, kneeling between Skip’s spread legs and leaning forward.  “I didn’t break any–” Skip began, but when the tip of the marcher touched their bare stomach, a couple inches above the waistband of their diaper, they fell silent. Then the giggles began.  Melody hesitated, halfway through a word. “Is something funny?” “T–” Skip started, pulling against their wrist restraints–not trying to get free; straining for the sake of straining. “Tickles.”  Melody lifted the marker away. “In a bad way?” Skip hesitated. “This is an interrogation scene, isn’t it?”  “I’m not trying to break you through discomfort,” Melody clarified.  Skip took a couple deep breaths, soul-searching. “Just give me time to breathe when I need it. Tickling is okay.”  “We should make a note of this, and see if there are less tickly options as well,” Melody commented, but that was a problem for the future. “Now…let’s get back to it.”  Leaning forward, she finished the first note, though her handwriting was somewhat mangled by Skip’s squirms and snickers.  Next, she moved to Skip’s right thigh, where she wrote a single word along with a symbol, using big block letters. Skip tried to tilt their head forward and see, but they could only move so much, and when they strained to move up and get a better view, Melody leaned to the side and gently pushed them right back down. “What are you writing?” Skip inquired. “You’ll see,” Melody replied, drawing out the anticipation. She wanted them to wonder, to linger in curiosity until it was time for the finale.  Another note on Skip’s left thigh, just a few words.  Melody shifted up, straddling their waist so that she could draw on their chest. Skip’s breath still caught, holding back laughter with quick, short inhalations as Melody wrote words across their body.  “Catch your breath,” she cautioned as she finished the note, giving them a moment to cool off.  After panting for a moment, trembles and shakes dying down, Skip asked, “Tickle torture is a thing, right?”  “Not my thing, but yes,” Melody clarified. “I mean–don’t get me wrong, I’m down for some sensory play, it’s just not what I’d focus on. It doesn’t get my motor going, you know?”  Skip rolled their eyes. “That’s a hypothetical question, right? Yes, obviously I relate with things that don’t get my motor going.” Melody smiled, and took their quip as a cue that it was time to keep going. Leaning forward, she got on her hands and knees, crouched over Skip’s body. Supporting herself on one elbow, she raised the marker to Skip’s forehead and wrote a single word. Skip didn’t giggle, or even move–they were frozen, eyes locked on Melody’s hand.  “Alright,” Melody said, leaning back and capping the body marker. “Now, don’t go anywhere.”  “Where would I go?”  Melody smiled and patted their cheek gently, hoping to convey a touch of amusement before she pulled away and went for her phone.  She could tell it was working. For all Skip’s quips, they continued trying to look, to read what she’d written on their body. Furthermore, their trembling didn’t seem to be all down to the tickling sensation. Scooching back, Melody picked up her cell phone and stood on her bed, feet sinking slightly into the mattress top as she loomed over Skip’s nearly-naked body. “Alright…don’t blink.” Lifting her phone, she used the camera to snap a photo. The flash wasn’t necessary, but she kept it on just to add to the ‘interrogation scene’ effect, a bright light that made Skip wince away slightly and emphasized exactly what Melody was doing.  She’d be deleting the photos as soon as the scene ended, that’d been part of the plan, but for now she didn’t need to bring that up.  “Perfect,” she said, lowering her phone and checking the photo. Skip’s discomfort was palpable, wincing and squirming away, acting as though they could cover up the clearly legible messages on their body or the clearly puffy diaper between wrapped around their hips.  Crouching, Melody began to work her way up a second time, this time with her phone rather than the marker. A photo of their waist, one for each thigh, their chest, then up to their forehead, the climax of the arrangement.  “You’re such a good model,” she commented, checking the final photo. “That is–once you can’t squirm away or hide. These photos are…”  She caught herself. She’d been about to say hot, but that wouldn’t be the right word for Skip. They didn’t care about being hot, and making the situation more sexual would dampen the mood.  Knowing she had to say something, she played off the pause as a deliberate build of anticipation. “...precious.”  It was the right word. She could tell by the way Skip inhaled, not quite a gasp, but enough to tell it’d had a reaction.  Kneeling, Melody flopped onto the bed next to Skip and rolled so that she was snuggled up next to them, her side pressed against theirs. Had this been a scene with someone else, she might have started to fondle them as she did this, fingering her play partner while she showed off the photos, but with Skip, she just produced her phone and started in order. “Don’t be shy,” Melody said. “Let’s take a look, okay? Isn’t this adorable?” The first photo she showed emphasized their stomach, but was framed to include the top of their diaper, just a bit of waistband poking into the picture, acting as a frame to the word: ‘I Deserve My Diapers’.  Melody watched Skip’s face, the way they seemed to sink into themselves, wincing away from the writing. When they closed their eyes, Melody reached over and took their chin in her hand. “No,” she said. “We’re not moving on until you say it out loud.”  Opening their eyes, Skip took a shallow breath, barely able to look at the photo. “I deserve my diapers.”  “That’s right,” Melody praised. “See? You shouldn’t be upset, you should be thanking me for helping you find your place.” Skip nodded quickly, biting their lip before forcing out, “Thank you.” Melody blinked. The statement had been meant as a rhetorical flourish, not an instruction, but Skip’s obedience made her heart flutter. Such a willful act of self-degradation deserved a reward.  Going with a default, Melody said, “You’re such a good toy.” “Thank you,” Skip repeated.  With their bodies almost touching, only Melody’s shirt between them, Melody could feel their quick breaths and subtle shaking. Either they were about to panic from claustrophobia, or they were deep in subspace. She knew that if it were claustrophobia, they would have said something, which left only one option.  Seizing the initiative, Melody swiped to the next photo: Skip’s thigh.  Skip’s breathing froze for a moment and their face darkened with a deep blush as they read the next message.  “Say it,” Melody prompted.  Skip stuttered. “I–I love leaking.”  “I know you do,” Melody teased. “If you didn’t love it, you wouldn’t have ruined your pants on purpose, would you?”  “No.” The next photo, and though Skip tried to look away, they still saw it, still read it.  “Helpless.”  “And what’s that next to it?” Melody asked, pointing at her phone.  “An arrow,” Skip said. “Pointed at my…” They trailed off, eyes darting to Melody. They wanted to be prompted, and Melody was happy to oblige. “Say it.” “My diaper,” Skip completed.  (Fuck me.)  Even if the word didn’t apply to Skip, it applied to Melody. This was hot.  As soon as they were done, Melody would need to find someone to work out her horny energy with, an opportunity to relieve her own pent-up desires. She had Skip under her thumb, and they were playing their part perfectly.  Two messages left.  Skip’s bare chest filled the frame of Melody’s phone, the longest of the messages, though she’d still kept it within a single sentence. She let them take it in, waiting for them to act.  Skip read it but kept their mouth shut.  “You know what to do,” Melody said. “Use your words. Tell me what it says.”  Swallowing, Skip parted their lips, closed them, then squeaked out, “No.”  Melody raised an eyebrow. “Do you want me to make things worse?”  “I–”  Skip shuddered, inhaled, held their breath and let it out through their nose, then finally shook their head and read the statement aloud. “If I didn’t want to be punished, I wouldn’t have been disobedient.”  Melody wanted to reward their speech with a kiss, but she deferred to words, to praise. “That’s right. You practically begged for this, didn’t you? All you had to do was as you were told.” Skip pulled against their restraints, tugging their arms, trying to wriggle free–or, at least, making a show of trying to wriggle free. They didn’t go anywhere, they didn’t try and get their wrists out of the loose cuffs, they just struggled.  “Just one more,” Melody said. “And then you’ll be all done, and you’ll get your underwear privileges back. Okay?”  Skip nodded. “Okay.”  The last photo, the last word, four huge letters in bold across their forehead. Melody had been looking at the writing this whole time, knowing what was coming.  Skip looked at it, closed their eyes, and shook their head.  “No,” they said.  Melody traced a finger over the letters, following the curls of her own handwriting. Four letters, chosen specifically to make Skip melt:  L-I-A-R.  “No?” Melody asked. “No!” they repeated, yanking on the ropes. “I’m not saying that.”  Melody paused, her assumptions about the situation shifting.  “Are you–” “Yellow,” Skip interjected.  Melody nodded. “Okay. Is that one too much?”  “It’s…no,” Skip said, taking a couple deep breaths. “I’m not giving up out-of-scene, but I don’t want to say it.”  Melody frowned, but that turned into a broad, predatory grin as she got it. “You want to brat? You want me to make you say it?”  Another curveball from Skip: “No. I don’t want to say it at all.”  (Then what–)  “Melody,” Skip said, “You’re…I’m looking for words.”  A thought struck her, and Melody wrapped an arm around Skip’s body, pulling them closer. Their trembling quelled, calming down for a moment. “I’ll tell you what,” she said, “I’m going to keep going. If you don’t want to say what I wrote down, you’re going to have to beg. Is that alright?”  Breathing for a moment longer, Skip made up their mind and nodded. “Green.”  “You don’t have a choice,” Melody said. “You can’t go anywhere until I let you. You’re trapped.”  “Please,” Skip replied, shaking their head. “I learned my lesson, I promise. I won’t disobey again. I–Please.”  “Keep going,” Melody encouraged. “You’re so good at begging–it might change my mind.” “I–”  Skip paused, long enough that Melody thought they might be out of words. Before she could ask what they were thinking, though, they resumed. “I deserve my diapers. I love leaking, I’m helpless, I–I want to be punished.” The last one wasn’t exactly verbatim, but it was close enough to clearly still be a quote. Still, Melody took it as the opportunity it was. “You do?”  “Yes,” Skip stammered. “Please. Don’t make me say it. I would rather be punished than say it. I want you to punish me.”  Melody didn’t know if they were being sincere, or if they wanted to be pushed further, but she had a way to find out. They knew what they had to do if they wanted to escape further punishment: Just say one word.  “Alright,” Melody said. “If you’re insisting on it…I think you’re going to spend another week in your diapers. You clearly can’t be trusted in anything else, but the way your behavior’s improved this week…another week can’t hurt, can it?”  Skip nodded, exhaling in relief. “Okay. I can do that.” Melody quirked an eyebrow at them. If they accepted it that easily, she hadn’t gone hard enough. “And–” “I faked some of the check-in texts,” Skip admitted, folding without any pressure. “Not the ones you knew about already. More of them.”  Melody frowned, then raised her phone and tabbed to her texts. “Wait, really?” Skip nodded. “I set individual timers for when they’d send so it wouldn’t be consistent.”  Scrolling through, Melody felt something rise in her. Not anger, she wasn’t mad, but…a need to dish out retribution.  “So, knowing the consequences, knowing you’d already been caught once, that you were already in trouble, you decided to lie to me again?” Melody asked.  Skip nodded, almost whispering their reply. “Yes.” “Two weeks,” Melody said. “Your punishment is going to last two weeks.” (That’s still not enough.)  Whimpering, Skip gasped, bit their lip, and nodded. “Okay.”  “And since you’re clearly not learning your lesson yet,” Melody said, “I think you need a little more reinforcement. You’re going to be good, or else you’re going to hate what you get. Since you’re begging for more, I don’t think you hate it, so we’ll make it worse. Understood?” Skip shuddered under Melody’s touch, but nodded. “Yes.” “Good,” Melody said. “Then say goodbye to your potty privileges. All of them. For the next two weeks, the only thing you’re going to use is your diapers, and when the time is up, you’re going to pray for me to let you out of them.”  ... Poor Skip - if they get pushed anymore, they might have to admit they're experiencing self discovery! Support the author and get early access, exclusive works, and a general sense of satisfaction that comes with helping an artist you enjoy!   https://reamstories.com/peculiarchangelingabdl https://subscribestar.adult/peculiarchangeling

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