Warning: This story contains elements of BDSM, lesbianism, and some graphic sex between consenting adults.
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The First Session
The first thing Holly learned about her new life was that being late would always be punished. Her Mistress had been quite clear on that matter. Bad girls didn’t keep track of time and didn’t keep their appointments like they’d promised. And it would make Holly a very bad girl if she was late to her first night with Sharon.
She made sure to park in the lot across the street from Sharon’s building and give herself plenty of time to cross the street at the next green light. As she approached the front door and hit the call button for Sharon’s place, Holly felt giddy with anticipation, enough to not mind the cold December air. She’d dressed appropriately for the night. Beneath her college sweater and tight black jeans, she wore a red blouse with a black bra that barely showed through the fabric.
Hopefully, her Mistress would approve of it. If not, she’d be receiving her very first punishment tonight.
Finally, the buzzer stopped ringing and Sharon’s sultry voice came on. “Hello?”
“It’s me, Sharon.”
“I beg your pardon?”
Holly blushed. She’d almost forgotten. Looking around to see if anyone was watching, she whispered, “It’s me… Mistress.”
“Oh, Holly! I’m so glad you could make it. I’ll let you in right away.”
The front door opened and soon Holly was inside and heading upstairs. Her heart began to race as she reached the second floor. It was just as well that she didn’t see any other people on her way to Sharon’s door. She’d be too nervous to say anything.
At the door marked 374, Holly stopped and knocked. She could hear footsteps from the other side and something that sounded like papers being reshuffled. The knob turned and as the door opened, she got her first in-the-flesh view of Mistress Sharon.
The online photos hadn’t done justice to her beauty. Sharon was almost a head taller than Holly, with black hair, pale skin, and ruby red lips that would look great on a Hollywood vampire. She was wearing a blue floral-print dress, the hem of which had been cut short around the middle of her thighs.
Holly locked eyes with her Mistress, who smiled and offered her hand. “Hello, dear. Did you have any trouble finding me?”
“Oh, I—no, no, not at all.” Holly blushed again. Seeing her in the flesh was too much. “I… I’m glad I did.”
“So am I.” Sharon didn’t let go of her hand as she guided Holly inside and closed the door behind her. “Have you eaten yet?”
“Yes… Mistress.”
“Good. I’ve just finished myself.” Sharon let go of Holly’s hand and put her arm around her shoulder instead. “Do you feel ready to begin?”
Holly’s breath caught. “I… I think so…”
The other woman reached out to turn Holly by the chin and look directly into her eyes. “If you want to postpone tonight, you still can. It’s enough for me that you came on time.”
“No, I…” Holly took a deep breath and let it out slowly. She didn’t look away this time. “I am ready, Mistress.”
Sharon gave her a tender smile. “Wonderful. You’re as eager as I thought you’d be.” With that, she leaned forward and kissed Holly on the lips.
The kiss sent a flutter through Holly’s stomach. She leaned into her Mistress for support as she pulled back and led her through the rest of the apartment. It was pleasant, much nicer and more tasteful than the cheap place that Holly rented on the other side of town. What caught her eye was the fact that there were so few lamps, as most of the light came from candles strategically placed on every shelf and table. Some of the candles were scented, adding fragrances of jasmine and cinnamon to the air.
When Sharon led her into the bedroom, Holly felt weak in the knees. She took one look at the queen-sized bed and felt right at home. Sharon left Holly standing in the doorway and went over to the dresser on the other side, gathering things from a drawer in the bottom.
“Since you’re ready to start,” the Mistress called over her shoulder, “you can tell me in your own words what it is I’m asking of you tonight. Tell it to me slowly.”
Holly swallowed. She steadied herself on the doorframe and said, “Yes, Mistress. You want me to… to be your servant. To please you and w-worship you… and I am not allowed to leave until you’re satisfied with my… service.”
It was quiet for just a moment. Then Sharon turned around from the dresser, now holding a large disposable diaper, a bottle of baby powder, and a coil of rope. The smile she wore could have lit up half of Manhattan. “Very good, Holly! Now, take off your clothes, put them in my closet, and lie down on the bed.”
Despite her blushing and the flutter in her stomach, Holly complied. She stripped off her sweater, her blouse, jeans, socks, shoes, and underwear. It was hard not to feel Sharon’s eyes tracking her every move as she crouched down and dropped her clothing into a pile on the floor of the closet. Yet all she had to do was look up into her Mistress’s eyes and know that she was doing the right thing.
Holly lowered herself onto the bed, feeling warm despite being naked. She had been longing for this moment for weeks: to be helpless before a dominant woman, to feel her attention bearing down on her. Sharon, in turn, seemed to be enjoying the way Holly was anxiously shifting on top of the quilt.
“Tonight,” her Mistress announced, “you will be my plaything. You will be kept in a diaper so that you don’t make a mess during our play. I expect you to use this diaper instead of a toilet and I will change you as I see fit. Is that clear, my sweet?”
“Yes, Mistress,” Holly said, her voice dropping toward a moan.
Sharon pulled up the young woman’s legs and slid one half of the diaper under her butt. “Do you like being called ‘my sweet’?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
The older woman sprinkled powder over Holly’s crotch, giving her vulva a few teasing strokes of her hand. Then she pulled the front of the diaper up and held it over her waist. Taping it up took some time, especially as she made sure that each of the four tapes fit evenly and tightly around Holly’s abdomen. Holly herself was surprised at how much she was enjoying the padding and the smell of baby powder. She’d never done any kind of ageplay before, but she knew she’d take anything Mistress Sharon could give her.
“There we go.” Sharon gave Holly a few love taps on the back of her diaper. “My sweetheart deserves only the finest diapers. Do you like your new underwear?”
Holly wiggled, experimenting with the feeling of the diaper. “Yes, Mistress.”
Sharon beamed at her and bent down for another kiss, long and lingering. She proceeded to move down along Holly’s neck, planting soft kisses all over her shoulders and breasts. One of her hands gripped the young woman by the hair while the other ran down her body to rub against the front of the diaper. Holly moaned as her Mistress began to rub a little harder, teasing her padded vulva while pulling back on her hair.
“That’s… it…” Sharon panted in between kissing Holly’s breasts. “I want you to enjoy this, my sweet… the pain and the pleasure…”
Finally, Holly reached her climax, gripping onto the quilt as she came. She felt herself bucking against Sharon, who let go of her diaper but not her hair. Her Mistress only put her other hand around her waist, pulling her into a tight hug as she came up to kiss her gasping girl once more on the lips.
They lay together for a while, sweating and smiling happily. Sharon looked down expectantly at Holly. “I’m glad you came, Holly. You’re doing just fine.”
“Thank you, Mistress.” Holly giggled and let herself be hugged down against the bed. But it wasn’t long before she felt another pressure on her body, as her bladder began to grow uncomfortably tight.
Sharon seemed to notice this as well. She propped herself up on her elbows and smiled knowingly. “Looks to me like you’re ready to pee yourself, my sweet. Go right ahead, then.”
Holly grimaced, but she nodded. In her Mistress’s bedroom, things like shame and toilet training didn’t matter—only obedience. It took some effort, but she forced herself to let go, squirming in Sharon’s embrace as she fought her bladder—and then it came out in a slow but solid trickle, warming the back of her diaper.
“Very good, my sweet,” her Mistress purred into her ear. “When you’re in here, everything you do is under my command. Do you understand now?”
“Yes, Mistress…” Holly felt dazed. It was the first time she’d wet herself since preschool, but once she got past the shame about being a grown woman in a wet diaper, she found herself starting to enjoy the feeling, too. Or maybe it was just that she liked the way her Mistress was watching her, the way she put her hand down and gave the back of Holly’s diaper a loving caress.
“We’re almost done for tonight,” Sharon explained, “so I’ll help you with this next part.”
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Half an hour later, Holly was spread-eagled on the bed, her wrists and ankles bound together by a strong coil of white rope. It was thick but not too rough, so Holly could struggle as much as she liked without chafing herself. Mistress Sharon stood at the foot of the bed, having changed into a lacy black corset, a garter belt, black panties, and stockings.
“I want you to fight me a little for now,” Sharon explained. Holly watched her from over her shoulder, loving the way she was coolly staring back with her arms folded across her chest. “That way, I can feel as though I’ve conquered you, my sweet. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Mistress,” Holly replied dutifully.
Sharon smiled. “Good. Now, turn your face down and start struggling.”
Holly obeyed as best she could, muffling her whole face into a pillow and giving her restraints a good tug as she jerked her arms and legs back and forth. This alone was enough to excite her, since she had to breathe in short quick gasps through her nose and mouth. It helped that the wet diaper was rubbing nicely against her vulva, giving her the same pleasure that her Mistress had provided by hand earlier that night.
“Tsk-tsk, naughty little girl,” Sharon exclaimed, landing on the bed on her knees by Holly’s legs. With an open hand, she planted a firm swat against Holly’s diapered butt and followed up with a stinging slap across the thighs. It made Holly grunt into the pillow, but she didn’t stop struggling.
The slaps and swats came in the same pattern, getting harder and sharper with each new blow. As soon as Holly began to stop fighting, Sharon straddled her back and grabbed the part of the rope that bound her wrists together.
“Giddy-up!” her Mistress exclaimed, giving the rope a quick snap.
Holly began to bounce up and down against the bed, feeling her Mistress rise and fall at the same pace. It was exhilarating—the diaper, the feeling of being mounted, and the ease with which she obeyed every command. Nothing in Holly’s life could compare to this single moment of passion.
Sharon stopped bouncing, leaving Holly to collapse against the bed, groaning and sweating profusely. She was starting to itch, sweating as hard against the quilt as she was, but she dared not complain. Not when she was having the time of her life, anyway.
Her Mistress lowered herself onto Holly’s back, holding her close as she said into her ear, “That’s a good girl. You respond beautifully. You really do.” Then she kissed Holly gently on the cheek and got off the bed.
The young woman was left bound but free to watch Sharon take off her stockings and garter belt. She did the same with her corset, although she took her time with that, making sure that Holly could only see her back and nothing of her breasts. Rummaging through her dresser once more, Sharon picked out a silky white nightgown and slipped it on before turning around to give her young friend a tender smile. “I think that was plenty for one night, don’t you?”
Holly nodded quietly. She kept still as her Mistress slowly untied her, taking the rope away and coiling it up into a tight bundle, which she then put back into the dresser. Then she came over and started to massage Holly’s back, wrists, and ankles, humming something like a lullaby as she worked. It was the perfect let-down from that episode of control and conquest she’d been put through. The mood had changed completely. She could tell by the way Sharon spoke and touched her. Now she was just a friend.
Minutes later, Holly found herself starting to fall asleep. She felt Sharon reach around her waist and gently turn her over onto her back. Looking up into her Mistress’s eyes, Holly felt very secure and content.
“Do you have anything important tomorrow?” Sharon asked. When Holly shook her head, the older woman added, “Then I think I’ll have you spend the night with me. I’ll even make you breakfast in the morning. All right?”
“Thank you, Mistress.”
Sharon nodded, then glanced down at Holly’s diaper. “You need to be changed, my sweet. Would you like another diaper or do you want to wear your panties again?”
The question caught her off-guard, prompting her to laugh. “Oh, I don’t mind. I’ll wear a diaper for you, Mistress.”
“Sharon, dear.” The older woman smiled as she brushed the side of Holly’s face with her hand. “For now, I’m just Sharon.”
Later, Holly decided that she didn’t mind having Sharon change her diaper. It felt different from when she’d first put it on, with all the overtones of control and submission. This time, Sharon had a mother’s touch, showing Holly every tenderness and affection she could put into cleaning her up and putting on a clean diaper.
Then, as they turned out the lights and got under the covers of the bed, Holly felt Sharon put her arms around her and give her one last kiss on the lips. Holly returned the kiss as best she could, hoping to let her friend know how grateful she was for this night. Her last sight—as she closed her eyes—was Sharon’s tender smile, and her last thought before falling asleep was to think how lucky she was to finally have a strong woman in her life.
