ABAlex

Unproven

That was the first day I experienced any of what would later become the center of my life. Here's where people would think that I'd tell you the next few days were a blur. That my mind was foggy and full of thoughts of what had happened, that I couldn't concentrate on anything else but going back to that club, finding Michael and Miranda, and let them do... do what? Tie me up? Dress me up? @(!# me? Even now, with all the time I spent as their toy, I couldn't come up with an answer to that question except for "whatever they wanted." This is where most people would expect that. However, the opposite was true. For the first time in my life, my head felt clear. The fog was gone, the noise was gone, there were no distracting thoughts. I could focus better then I ever had before, I needed less sleep, and the roads weren't as intimidating anymore. Months later as I spent my days locked up, itching in an overfilled diaper, hands wrapped tightly to be useless and every part of my body aching, I would look back on that and laugh at how easy it was at first to achieve that. A few hours in his power and my world became clearer. Ironic that I only gained control of my own thoughts by letting those strangers control me. ... I walked out into the sun filled street and for once didn't mind the cars lined up and honking in front of me. I waved that I was crossing, and walked in front of them and toward the bus stop. I put my hand into my pocket and fingered the small band of cloth I always kept there. It was the collar he had given me, and though I was too afraid to wear it in public, I couldn't imagine going anywhere without it. I got to the bus stop, and looked up between the buildings. When I first arrived, they were terrifying, dizzying, sickening, giving me vertigo with each glance, and I kept my head down to avoid looking at them. Now, they were crystal giants, and the sunlight sparkling and shining down them was beautiful to see. I got on the bus, waved and smiled at the bus driver, and he smiled back. The route was short, and I got off by my office building. I walked confidently in, didn't shy away from the crowds or hide in the corner of the elevator, and made it up to my floor. The elevator doors opened to the grey padded cubical walls of my floor. I stepped out and down the hall. I sat down at my desk, turned on my computer, and began going through emails. "Oh, Oliver, you're here early." I looked at the voice and saw Mrs. Johnson looking down at me. She was wearing a long black dress and drinking from a cardboard coffee cup. "Yes ma'am," I said. "Got more used to the bus schedules here. Just going through emails." I figured I shouldn't tell her 'I've been sleeping better since a pair of strangers spanked me and tied me to their bed on the weekend." "Good, good. You certainly seem more perky." She sipped her coffee. "You know I think I have a project for you. I'll send it over, let me see it by the end of the day, or tomorrow if it takes longer." I smiled, trying to look enthusiastic. "Thanks! I look for it." She left, and an email arrived shortly after. It was a simple article, and I decided to start immediately. For once, I didn't have to think about what I was writing. The words poured out of me and onto the page like water, and I never felt a second of block. The office filled up around me as I wrote, people coming in later, talking, moving around me, and it didn't distract me for a second. When I was done, I knew it wouldn't need any re-writes. It was just a simple article, but it was probably the best thing I'd written in years. I sent it off, and went home at a normal hour, fully confident I'd nailed the day. I was humming to myself when I walked home. Earlier, I had appreciated that my mind was clear, but now, i let it wander, filling itself with all the thoughts of what we had done. I imagined being back at their apartment, naked except for a collar and the pink panties they made me wear. He lead my crawling around, while she spanked me if I moved to slowly, or too quickly, or didn't turn right... I had no idea why I liked the thought so much. It made all the stress I felt disappear, and excited me in ways I didn't quite understand. Still, the fantasy came back, and over all of it, were Michael's clear, crystal eyes. Even unable to see them, their image in my mind took over. It filled every inch of my head, every one of my thoughts, and for a second, I felt breathless. They were compelling, even when imagined, and I thought of all the things he could make me do with them. Control me, command me, send me out to do whatever he wanted, wearing whatever he wanted, for whate... I stopped. A cold sweat hit me. What if he didn't WANT to? As of this point, we really only had a one night stand. I'd had them before, and though they weren't as common from where I came from, from everything I'd been told that was basically how sex worked in the city. You meet people, you have fun, you move on. If anything, they seemed to already be a couple. What said they'd want a third wheel following them around, particularly one as... I thought about the best way to say it... INEXPERIANCED in their kind of "fun" as I was. Really, nothing they did or said meant this was guaranteed to happen again. I picked up my pace. I wanted to contact them, but didn't want to do it in public, depending on what their answer was. I got on the bus in a near panic. The ride home was a blur, I didn't even realize it when I got off. The sidewalks were crowded with people just coming off work. They walked by me like a moving maze, filtering into after work bars and restaurants, turning into the shopping malls, or heading to their own apartments. I still found it overwhelming, but I kept my eyes down and darted between them as best I could. I ran into my building, and took the elevator up. I slammed the door open, and again shut behind me. I opened the shelf of my bedside table. Inside were what they had given me- a mask, a collar, and a pair of panties made for a man. I took them out and looked at them. Would they give away stuff like this if they didn't mean to meet again? It was very generous, and in truth I was a bit embarrassed that I already felt I owed them something. Then again, they seemed to be rich. This was probably nothing to them. I sat down on my bed and opened my phone. I had Miranda's number from the other night. I paused. Would messaging them now seem to desperate? Would it annoy them? I thought. To them I was supposed to be a submissive. Perhaps desperate was the right idea. I opened it up and messaged "hey." I then lay back, and fell asleep thinking about his eyes, and the game we played. I woke up a half hour later and turned over, and felt a snap. "Oh no!" I said. I had crushed the mask they gave me. I clung to it in my lap, looking down at it and moped. It was such a strange feeling for something so small, but the idea that I broke something he had given me was awful. After a few minutes of moping I grabbed my phone and opened it. My breath caught. There was already a message from Miranda. I opened it. "Hey Oli! We had fun playing with you the other day, and were wondering if you'd want to try another game? We have another cute outfit for you if interested." This was followed by a kiss and heart emoji. After, another message read "You'll need to come back to return that cute collar and panties otherwise, and we KNOW how much you LOVE those-" I sighed and leaned back again. "I'd LOVE to!" I responded, not caring how desperate it seemed. Gleefully, I put the collar around my neck, and went to the kitchen to prepare dinner. (sorry this is a short and relatively kinkless/diaperless chapter. I promise the next will be longer and with more of your FAVOURITE stuff!)

fair point.

I'd think Pers would be the best person to ask, but it doesn't seem to be advertised on the story itself

LOL glad we agree that all these characters belong in diapers forever

Honestly the second is probably the best option for all involved

thanks! I'll be writing more soon -Alex

thanks I'm glad you like it. I went off on a wrong path with it and had to re-write some. Also, it wasn't getting much attention, but I think I'll just write it anyway because I like it

The next morning I woke up to an empty bed. I tried to turn over, but found my hands were still clasped. "Good morning sleephead," a teasing voice said. Michael was standing beside the bed looking down at me. "Michael!" I said. "I...I mean master!" He smirked. "Its ok, the game is over. You can call me either now." He sat on the bed beside me and stroked me hair. I moaned softly. "Did you have fun last night, sweetie?" "Yes master," I said. "Mhmm. Nice choice. How do you feel?" "I feel good master," I said. I felt better then good. My chest felt lighter, and my breathing came easier. My thoughts, normally often scrambled, were. I felt like a thousand stresses I had been carrying without realizing it for years had disappeared overnight. "Will you want to play again?" "Yes master!" I said, louder then I expected. "Good boy." He reached over and undid my cuffs. "Get dressed, we're taking our new little pet for breakfast." I rubbed my wrists where the cuffs had been. "What? You don't have to..." "Ahem," he cut me off. "You sure about that?" "I mean yes master!" I got up off the bed and looked around the room. "Uhhh..." I said, suddenly confused. "You could try beginning by putting your boxers and pants back on, silly," he said. "Yes master!" I said. They were still in the pile where I had left them. I reached to pull down my panties, and felt a hard smack on my behind. "I said put your boxers and pants back on. I didn't say take your panties off, subby. I didn't say we were buying you breakfast for nothing" I paused. "Yes master," I said. I bent down to my pants, and felt him pinch my bent over and pantied backside. Even THAT makes my heart flutter. GOD WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME! I pressed my bottom against his hand, trying to make it seem like a natural part of getting dressed, then pulled my pants up and covered my panties. I lifted my shirt. I stared at him. "Well?" he asked. I shuddered, then pulled the shirt down over my bra. I looked in the mirror. From the outside, there wasn't much visible. There was a bit of a bump on my chest, though it could just as easily have been chest muscles. As if I have muscles like that... I shook my head. However, the feeling was different. With each movement I could feel the smoothness of the silk and the lace tighten around me. Each time, the knowledge of what it was I was wearing, and why, filled my mind. He smiled at me expression, and pulled me into a hug. "Its ok sweetie, no one will notice except ups. Miranda wanted to give you another spanking so you'd have something fun to feel while sitting down at breakfast, but I think this is more fun, don't you?" I nodded. I really did. "Good pet. Then be on your best behaviour at breakfast, and we'll let you keep those as our gift to you." He took me by the hand and lead my out of the bedroom.

How do we make it clear we don't in anyway claim or associate with this guy and his behaviour?

(author's note: I decided to revisit and continue this story. I liked it at its base but didn't like where it is going. I edited each of the last three updates, and will be continuing from there. If you are just reading now for the first time, ignore this and keep going Thank you for your patience and please enjoy/comment! ) "Take your mask off when in public, Oliver," he said, as if it was something obvious he was explaining to a child. "Oh, sorry," I sad, and fumbled around for the straps. He just smiled in reply. Miranda waved at a passing car, and it pulled up. "This is our uber," she said, voice a bit slurred. I assumed mine was worse after the strange cocktails I had had. We drove through the city lights to a tower, art deco in style, and which retreated back from the street in a series of levels that reminded me of a layered cake. Michael got out, then reached in and took my hand to help me out. My head was buzzing. From excitement, confusion, the alcohol, or all of it, I wasn't sure. We gathered into a gold plated elevator with another couple, and Michael hit the button for one of the top floors, while the other couple hit one for half way up. We rode in silence until they got out. "Is that, is that the only place for that?" I asked, hoping the question made more sense. "No, not at all," Miranda said. "There are a bunch of them we can show you. Clubs, cafes, restaurants, friendly homes. There is even a gym. They are all safe places for us to be the way we are." I nodded. I tried to imagine a restaurant staffed by people in some of the costumes I saw. I imagined a man in drag, dressed in a maid's costume, serving tables. A second later I was blushing again, realizing I was picturing myself. Would they spank the cross dressed maid if they got an order wrong? Could they get an order wrong on purpose? The thought was so strange to me it felt like it was coming from outside my head, but it wedged itself into my mind and swirled around, with the alcohol and confusion, and became part of it. The elevator opened and they took me into their room. "This is our humble abode," Miranda said, waving her hands about. I gasped. I had never discussed finances with them, the only thing I knew about them was the kink shop. Either they had some other source of income, or it was a EXTREMLY successful shop. "There isn't much humble about it," I said, and they both laughed. While I struggled to pay for my small, low level apartment, they owned half a floor. The far end of the apartment was a series of floor to ceiling windows which gave a view of skyscrapers extending into the distance. Between it and I was a space larger then the house I grew up in. All of it was open, rooms leading into each other with no walls or clear divided between them. Directly in front of me, a sunken, carpeted area with a couch a gigantic tv gave way to hard wood floors with a wooden dining table that reminded me of something out of a medieval castle, and behind it, to a kitchen with an island and black steel appliances. The island in their kitchen was probably about the length of my apartment, I figured. The sunken tv room was the size of the entire thing. Along with it, there were signs of their games. A dog cage was left by the wall, and just beyond the dining room, there was an X shaped post with cuffs attached. "You don't hide much," I said. "No," Michael said, shaking his head. "If someone who doesn't know is coming to visit, we have places to hide things. Otherwise, here we are safe." He walked into the apartment and pointed to a series of objects hanging from his wall over the dog cage. I froze when I recognized them. I hadn't even noticed, but his wall hooks held kink implements. Paddles, straps, and leashes I knew weren't for any dog. "What do you think, Miranda. What should we do with our new initiate? Maybe a good spanking can help our little servant know not to run away again, or our puppy can be on a leash until he learns to stay and heel." He held up a leash and a paddle, and my heart fluttered thinking of each. How much would that hurt? I felt a hand run up my thigh, then smack me hard enough on the behind to make me yelp. "Hmmm, I don't know. He definitely seems to be in need of a lesson, though. Maybe the paddle?" "Yes!" I blurted out. "What?" she asked. "I want the paddle. I uhhh.. I want that and the collar." I noticed at the club all the submissives wearing them. Each a mark that someone owned them, was taking care of them. "I want your collar," I said, looking straight at Michael. He laughed, and took one off the shelf. I was cloth, and jangled when he carried it. It seemed to be a regular dog collar from a pet store. He walked up to me. "First of all, subbies don't speak unless spoken too," he said. "Yes sir, I, mhpp!" I said. He shoved something into my mouth to silence me, I would later find out it was a sock. He held up the collar. "There are levels of collaring. There are collars for just a game, for an hour or so. Sometimes, when you get more serious, people like to keep their subs collared constantly. They have special ones specifically for them to wear at home or at the club, and safe ones for in public." We waved Miranda over with his finger, and she walked to him. She was wearing a choker, which i hadn't noticed in the car. "This is what Miranda wears. At home, she can wear her normal collar. Be a good girl and go get it now to show our new toy." She walked to the wall, took off a black leather collar with "pet" written in pink along it, and put it around her neck. "There are also more serious ones. There are collaring ceremonies, and identified collared subs. This is like being married. He put the cloth collar around my neck and cliched it behind me. Immediately a new sensation filled me. The collar itself was a bit rough, though still comfortable. However, the feeling wasn't at all tied to that. The second he clinched it on, a wave of warmth filled through me. I felt safe, like I knew I would be accepted here, that I had nothing to fear. I remember running, having to hide... "This is a game collar. If we see you again, we might have to get you a personal one that fits you. Do you like it? Remember, no speaking." I nodded. He attached a leash. "Now, be a good boy and get on all fours for your master." I dropped down instantly. "Good boy," he said, and the warm feeling doubled. Miranda was holding a paddle. "What do you think? Does he still need to be taught a lesson for running, master?" she asked Michael. "Hmmm, I think so. Would you do the honors?" She walked behind me with the paddle. I braced myself, and felt a bit like a piece of meat being picked at by birds. SMACK! I felt a hard hit on my bottom and yelped again. "Remember, this is our pet's first time. Be gentle until he gets more used to it," Michael said. "MMM MM!" I said, and shook my head. "What, more?" he asked. "Mhhm!" I nodded. "Yes, I've been so, so bad," I wanted to say. My mind filled with everyhting in my life. Torn relationships, tears, running away, hiding myself, failing again and again. Even here, seeing their lives filled with comfort as I struggled from job to job, I felt it more. It smacked me again. The pain was worse, but it gave a relief to a weight I didn't know I was carrying. SMACK SMACK SMAC! More rained down, and I lost track of time as the pain mounted. Each smack was worse then the one before, and I felt bruises forming long before it ended. After a while, and I have no idea how long, it stopped. I had fallen from my hands to my elbows, and my face was in a puddle of my own years. They had pulled my pants down to my knees, though I don't remember when. A hand lifted my chin, and I my breath caught as my eyes went back into Michael's. His clear eyes were sympathetic, and he wiped my tears, then ran a hand through my hair. "Good boy," he said. "You've had that in you for a while, haven't you?" I nodded. "Good. That's what its for. Now are you ready to keep playing?" I nodded again. He pulled the leash, and I crawled behind them both, with my pants dragging behind me, through their palatial apartment and into a room with a king sized bed. "Why is our toy still wearing anything at all? Especially those clothes," Miranda asked. "Good point. Strip him. I don't want him wearing normal street clothes at all while we are here." "What do you think? Panties? A skirt? Something in leather?" "Lets give him more appropriate underwear for now, then we can begin." I watched them stare down at me and discuss, with no intention to get my input. A moment later they had lifted me onto their bed. Miranda pulled my pants completely off, and Michael removed my shirt. Miranda disappeared into her closet, and returned. "What do you think? Will these do sir?" I gasped and turned red. The first thing I saw was a pair of bright pink panties, with a bow on them. The second was a matching bra. I looked at Michael, who was smiling. "Sure, lets give it a shot, then tie him to the bed. Miranda, grinning from ear to ear, hooked the panties over my ankles. "Lift your bum up, soon to be pretty girl!" Miranda said, and I obeyed instinctively. She pulled the panties up to cover me. "Now for the extra fun part," she said. "Arms up!" I obeyed again. The bra went over my hands easily, and to my surprise, fit perfectly. Finally, she pulled the sock out of my mouth, then stepped aside. Behind her was a mirror, and I saw myself perfectly. Almost naked, and with the things that covered me almost embarrassing then nothing at all, I felt more naked then naked itself. "Pretty," was all I said. "Yes, very pretty," Michael said. "Can you be a good, pretty girl for me?" I nodded. "Yes master," I said, imitating Miranda. "Good girl," he said, and patted my head. The pat gave me another wave of warmth, and as I stared at my image in the mirror, the feeling, the strangeness of it all, and the alcohol swirled inside me, turning all my thoughts into fog and my my vision into blurs. I realized at that moment any sense of myself was gone, that they could tell me I was anything, to DO anything, and I wouldn't question it for a moment. I heard a clasp as they locked a cuff around my wrists and dragged them toward the headboard, and for all my memory of what followed, I might then have gone blind.

I might have to try wattpadd. I know its not a kink thing though, but I'll see it Ugh that's alwyas annoying well thank you for saying so I'm still posting, my last one was "The Address" a few months ago. I just don't ahve as much time as I used to (growing up for real lol)

Amazing! My highest honor

Thanks so much! I'm glad you enjoyed it And thank you for the comments throughout

That's so fun! And honestly Lolita clothes work so well with this type of play. Glad to hear you enjoyed it :)