Wisconsin

That was a good chapter.  Pretty short but enjoyable.  Sam continues to be more and more comfortable in her diapers and Nina is growing more comfortable in her care of Sam.  I personally would prefer to see Sam and Nina remain in more of a mother daughter relationship. Where Nina continues to care for Sam rather than as two lovers.  I am looking forward to seeing more. 

How do you solve a money shortage by incurring the risk of heavy duty expensees? Every hear of "rain man"? Then the risk of dragging the issue of kink into the "above ground" court system and focusing the media eye on that will not make that company well-loved if some persons get outed As far as them getting the trademark. All that is necessary is some evidence that the te4rm has been used for a decade at DD and that goes down the tubes. And, if there is evidence that it has been used in other places as well. So much the worse for them. Plus this ends up looking like a scummy move There's an awful lot of risk for a minimal chance of reward If they were trying to intimidate the community into knuckling under; one word "Rearz". And if this is an act of desperation; well, all I can say is "C'ya in bankruptcy court. Been fun knowing you while you were here". If your life were to depend on walking 10 miles. How does cutting off one of your feet help?

Evil Stepmom. Great stuff. It's hard not to wonder if she's somehow concocting his nightmares.  I also wonder if she enlists the younger boys in his humiliation.

THEY ... should have put that diaper on themself to make sure it went on right.

Mission Improbable (Part 9 of 13)   "Want to go to a party?" Tracy was leaning against Kat and balancing a plate with an impressive pile of chocolate biscuits on her lap.   "A party?" Kat grabbed a biscuit and ate the whole thing in a single bite. "Sure. When are we going?" she asked, picking a crumb from the corner of her mouth.   "Um... I won't be going. At least not in person."   "OK, so this is a work thing then. The Novak thing," Kat concluded.   "Yeah. Sorry to get your hopes up."   "I don't know. It could still be fun. What are you planning?"   "We need to hack into a computer."   "Um... I don't know how to do that. I do programming and BTL-design."   "Don't worry. I'm getting a specialist for that. All I need is to actually access the computer."   "Ah, and that's where I come in?"   "Uh, yeah. I kinda figured you could use your professional know-how to blend in. You only have to get this little wi-fi router close enough to the computer."   "My professional know-how?" Kat arched an eyebrow.   "Yeah, well, it kind of is a BDSM party," Tracy admitted sheepishly.   "I swear to god; if this is a joke, I'm going to spank you until your arse glows in the dark." Kat gave Tracy's padded butt a playful swat.   "Hold that thought," Tracy said and grinned.   "So, what's the deal? Why do you need to get in to that computer? And if you have a specialist doing the hacking, why can't you come too? You'd look absolutely adorable on a leash. We could have you wear a hairband with cat ears and a collar with a little bell and have the leash hooked up to some kind of harness..."   Tracy could tell that Kat's imagination was going a million miles an hour and realised she would have to stop it quite abruptly. "I can't come. They know my face," she said. "Sorry."   Kat's face fell. Then she smiled again. "You could wear a mask or a hood. I have one that should fit y-"   Tracy put a finger to Kat's lips. Then she leaned in and kissed her.   "I love that you're so eager to show me off, and I really appreciate you weren't planning on dressing me like a baby, but first of all, parties like that really aren't my thing. And second, I'm going to be across town creating a distraction so you don't get caught."   "Aww. You'll miss the party." Tracy could tell that Kat wasn't really upset, even though she put on a good show.   "Yeah, I guess."   "So I'm going solo to a sex party?" Kat said after a long silence.  "That's a bit of a faux pas. It makes you come off as a creep. Being a woman helps, but still..."   "No. The husband has a plus one, so you're not going alone," Tracy reassured her.   "The missus is throwing a sex party and hubby is OK with not being her plus one?"   "Not even close to OK. But I don't think that's the reason they're getting a divorce," Tracy said with a chuckle.   Kat nodded. "But he's OK with me being his plus one?"   Tracy shrugged. "Dunno. He didn't really seem like a fan of the idea of going to the party at all."   "Uh, that could be a problem."   "Oh?"   "Even in a big city like this, the BDSM scene isn't that big. I know most of the serious organisers and Mrs Novak is not one of them. That probably means it's a bit of an amateur event, which again means that proper rules and etiquette might not be observed."   "You make it sound like it's some kind of formal sports event, like fencing or something."   "The rules are there to make sure nobody gets abused. Or worse." Kat paused. "Anyway, if he walks into that place with me, looking like he's uncomfortable... Knowing some of the people at these amateur events... Worst case scenario, it'd be like tossing a baby seal into the shark tank. At the very least he's going to stick out like a sore thumb, which will make me stand out as well."   "Well, that's not going to work so great." Tracy took a bite of the biscuit Kat offered her, hoping the chewing would massage her brain to come up with another idea. "So we either have to find a way for you to blend in or find another way to get to that computer.   "Do you think you could manage to wrangle a plus two from hubby dearest?" Kat finally said.   "What do you have in mind?"   Kat smiled innocently. "Oh, I just thought that maybe Cory would like to go out on a date. Maybe we could go to a party."   "So she's into the whole... that?"   "Into it?" Kat smile changed to a smirk. "Who do you think introduced me to that whole thing?"   "Reeeeeally. So that's where you got the idea for my outfit to the party. I can just see it: Cory and her little Kitty-Kat."   "Whatever gave you the idea that she was the one holding the leash?"   "Oh. So she...?"   "Uh-huh."   "That must have been some treehouse."   "You have no idea," Kat said and slipped an arm around Tracy to pull her closer.     ***     "No Mike, pay attention." Tracy resisted the urge to snap her fingers in front of Mike's face. "Stop staring at Kandi-with-a-K-and-an-I and focus."   "Yeahyeahyeah, I'm listening." It was obvious that agreeing to meet Mike at Pandora's Box, his favourite 'bar', had been a mistake. His attention was firmly fixed on the half-naked dancer on stage. "You want me to..." Mike's attention faltered as the dental floss masquerading as the Kandi's underwear dropped to the floor   "How the fuck do you manage to focus on work long enough to solve a case? Do I have to prance around in my underwear to get your attention?"   "Are you offering?"   Wouldn't that give you one hell of a surprise.   "Mike, seriously."   "Okay, okay." Mike held up his hands in mock surrender. "What was it you wanted me to do?"   Tracy pushed a cheap briefcase to Mike with her foot. "I need you to plant these transmitters at the addresses that I've written on them. And please try to get them as high up as possible without making them obvious."   "And you can't do this because...?"   "I'm most likely being watched. The transmitters are in a backpack in the briefcase. Make sure nobody sees you when you take them out. I'll bring the empty briefcase out in case somebody saw me come in with it."   "Stop being so paranoid Trace. Everyone here's a regular." Mike gestured towards the other three patrons in the bar.   "And you can vouch for everybody who might be watching outside as well?" Tracy asked rhetorically.   "Fair point. How long do I have to put them up?"   "Friday next week."   "Okay, but you know I don't like heights, so this is gonna cost ya."   Tracy sighed. "How much?"   "Oh, it's nothing like that. I need your help with a certain somebody."   "Please don't tell me it's Kandi, or another of the strippers."   "Oh no. I've realised that dating barely legal strippers only leads to drama. You know, all the guys who can't keep their hands to themselves, and things like that. No, I've decided to set my sights on more mature women."   "Who is she?" Tracy asked cautiously, feeling like she was about to go tap-dancing through a minefield.   "Wendy."   "Wendy? Wendy who?"   "Wendy the new bartender." Mike nodded towards the bar where a woman in her early twenties was refilling the peanut bowls.   Somebody actually eats the peanuts here? Eww!   "More mature, huh?"   "Well, do we have a deal or not?"   "Jesus, this is such seventh-grade bullshit, but yeah, I'll talk to her for you. You go get the transmitters out of the briefcase in the meantime."   Tracy rose and made her way across the room to the bar. She sat down on the stool right in front of Wendy.   "Another one of these, please." Tracy wiggled her empty glass before putting it down on the bar.   "Nojito, right?"   "Yeah, no booze on the job for me."   Tracy watched as Wendy mixed the drink. "So, what's it like to work here? I mean..." Tracy gestured vaguely around.   "Oh it's OK. The dancers get most of the attention, so my biggest worry is running out of fresh mint leaves. Well, that and my husband."   "Oh?" Tracy tried to sound neutral.   "Yeah, he's always worried the girls'll turn me gay and I'll leave him for one of them."   "The jealous kind, is he?" Tracy took a sip of the drink. "I should probably stop talking to you then," she said with a small chuckle.   "Nah, you'll probably be OK unless you try hitting on me." Wendy stopped a moment and looked at Tracy. "You're not hitting on me, are you?"   "Nononono," Tracy said quickly. "What gave you that idea?"   "I don't know. A lot of the people we get in here are... let's say they're somewhat lacking in social skills."   "Well, I don't think my girl would appreciate me picking up a bartender, even if she's better looking than most of the dancers." Tracy glanced towards Mike's table and saw that the briefcase had been pushed back under her chair. "Anyway, thanks for the drink. Just put it on Mike's tab."   Tracy made her way back to Mike and sat down.   "Well?" Mike leaned forward.   "Yeah... she's married."   "Seriously?"   "Jealous husband too."   Mike sighed and shrugged. "I guess that's the risk you run when you try to find an older woman."   Tracy resisted the urge to point out that Mike was at least a decade older than Wendy. "So, we're good?"   "Yeah. A deal's a deal. I'll text you when they're in place."   "And try to stay out of trouble in the meantime?"   "Yeah yeah," Mike said, his attention already on the next dancer writhing on stage.     ***     "Hello! Earth to Tracy."   "Ooooone minute..." Tracy held her breath as she soldered the final wire in place, the acrid smoke tickling her nostrils. "OK, done."   Tracy looked up from the tiny circuit board she had been working on. She pushed the magnifying goggles up and turned around to face Kat.   "I'm sorry. This is a little smaller than what I usually work on, so I really had to concentrate."   "And what, exactly, is it you're working on? I mean, you been playing around with the micro-electronics tools for a couple of hours now. And you have Uncle Dieter working on something in your car that he won't tell me about."   "It's a little something to help me keep you safe on our secret agent mission." Tracy picked up a pair of glasses and put them on. Then she opened the laptop and held it up in front of her. The screen showed Kat an image of herself.   "I took the camera and microphone from my smallest drone and put them in the glasses, so whatever you see, I see."   "Niiiice." Kat grinned. She reached out, lifted the glasses off Tracy's nose and put them on herself. Then she looked at the screen. "I just had a genius idea."   "Oh? What?"   "Later Häschen." Kat reached around Tracy and pulled her close. "Right now, I think you need a change."   "No I don't. I'm not even wearing a diaper," Tracy protested.   Kat kissed the tip of Tracy's nose. "I know. That's what we need to change. Now come along. I want you diapered and tucked in so you can get a good night's sleep."   "Kaaaat."   "Oh shush. Now be a good girl and get undressed while mommy finds your diapers."   "Kat? Am I going to wake up sandwiched between you and Cory again?"   Kat came up behind Tracy, reached around her waist and unbuttoned her jeans. "You liked that?"   "Mmm-yeah."   "Then maybe my little bunny should do as she's told and get ready for bed." Kat picked opened Tracy's bright yellow gym bag and pulled out one of her thick night diapers.   As she watched Kat unfold the diaper and get everything else ready, Tracy felt that strange combination of nervousness, embarrassment and anticipation she always felt before Kat diapered her. She slid the jeans and underwear down and stepped out of them, then quickly pulled off her top and the sports bra underneath, leaving her wearing only her socks. Tracy fought the instinctual urge to cover herself as she stood there.   "Lie down." Kat patted the mattress.   Tracy stepped over her clothes and crawled onto the bed. "OK, so when is Cory coming over?"   "Lift your butt sweetie." Kat slid the diaper in place before letting Tracy lower her hips again. "Not for a while. More than enough time for you to have a proper nap."   "And you and Cory; are you going to... you know?" Tracy asked awkwardly as Kat pulled the diaper up between her legs and taped it in place.   "Have sex? I sure hope so. Why? Does my little bunny wanna watch again?"   Tracy blushed furiously and looked away. "I'm just... I mean..."   Kat laughed and laid down next to Tracy. "It's okay sweetie. I told you that we both liked having an audience."   Kat put a hand on Tracy's stomach and began to stroke it in a slow circle. "Now I have an important question about you and me and Cory. After you watched us, you said you felt 'left out' somehow. What did you mean?"   Tracy hesitated, struggling to find the right words. "You know I don't actually want to sleep with the two of you. It's just... like I said, I just kinda wanted to be part of the whole thing somehow. Not like joining in, but still... you know."   "I think so," Kat answered. She paused, than asked: "So you want to be there, with us, but at the same time not having sex. How... what were you thinking?"   Tracy shrugged as much as she was able to while lying on her back. "I don't know. Maybe I could just snuggle up to you or something."   Kat looked at Tracy and rubbed her chin. "I have an idea. Scoot up." She nudged Tracy up towards the headboard of the bed.   Tracy wiggled her way up the bed until she was sitting with her back to the headboard. Kat rolled off the bed and began taking her clothes off, dancing slowly while doing so, putting on a little show for Tracy.   Once she was naked, Kat crawled onto the bed again. She gently, but firmly spread Tracy's legs before sitting down between them and leaning back against Tracy.   "Do you like that?" Kat slowly stroked Tracy's thighs.   Tracy moved Kat's hair out of the way and rested her chin on her shoulder. "Mm-hmm." She reached around Kat, resting her hands on her stomach.   "About you 'being there'..." Kat lifted one of Tracy's legs over one of hers. Then she did the same with the other leg. "Now, push my legs apart."   Tracy slid her feet under Kat's calves, pushing her ankles against them and slowly spread Kat's legs.   "You OK with this?" Kat stroked Tracy's hands on her stomach.   "Yeah, I think so."   "Good. Now let's just stay like this for a little while. You just make sure I keep my legs spread."   For the next couple of minutes, they just sat there. Every now and then, Tracy would have to blow Kat's hair out of her face. Then she would kiss Kat's neck before returning her chin to Kat's shoulder.   "OK," Kat eventually said. "Now get your arms under mine."   "Like this?" Tracy slid her arms further up Kat's chest.   "Yeah. And use them to lift my arms up above my head."   Kat only offered only a token resistance as Tracy lifted her arms up, holding them there with her right hand, leaving the left free. Tracy resisted the temptation to tickle Kat's armpit by blowing on it. Kat tried to bring her legs back together, but Tracy easily held them apart.   "You like that?" Kat bent one arm to stroke the top of Tracy's head.   "Mmmm, it's nice," Tracy admitted. "You?"   "It's not really my thing, being held like this."   "Then why are we doing it?" Tracy let go of Kat's arms.   "Nonono, keep holding my arms." Kat kept her arms above her head to let Tracy grip them again. "Now close your eyes..."   Tracy did as she was told.   "...and imagine that I'm Cory."   "What?" Tracy opened her eyes and let go of Kat's arms again.   Kat lowered one arm and took Tracy's hand in hers. "I figured this way, you could, how did you put it? 'Take part without joining in'?   "But-but what about Cory."   "She's going to love that you're there. She thought you'd be joining us last time. You should have seen the pout she gave me when I told her no. It was so cute."   "I meant, me holding her like that?"   "Häschen, last time, if it had been just the two of us here, she would have been tied so tightly to this bed she'd barely be able to twitch an arse-cheek."   "And you didn't do that on the couch because...?"   Kat turned her head, smirked and wiggled her eyebrows. "No proper hardpoints."   Tracy let go of Kat's legs as well. "I'm serious."   "So am I. Look, we really did discuss trussing her up like a Christmas turkey, but figured that it might freak you out if you found us like that."   "Yeah, I guess you're right."   "Of course I am. And that's why little girls do what they're told. Now let's try this again. Spread my legs and hold my arms."   This time went a little quicker than before and soon, Kat was again pretend-restrained. "Good," Kat said.   "So what do I do with this hand?" Tracy said and lifted her left hand.   "I'm sure we'll think of something. Now close your eyes and imagine I'm Cory."   "OK." Tracy closed her eyes.   "You're OK with this? Feeling Cory's naked body pressed against yours?"   "It's not so different from waking up between the two of you," Tracy pointed out.   "I supposed that's true," Kat whispered. "Now imagine looking down over Cory's shoulder. You see her beautiful breasts, and her stomach, and the legs that you're holding apart."   "Mm-hmm." As Kat wriggled a little, Tracy swallowed, her mouth suddenly feeling dry."   "...and between those legs, you see me, looking up at you. Both of you. My two beautiful girls.   Tracy felt the tickling beginning of arousal, but realised that there was nothing she could do about it. Kat's body was in the way. She tried moving her hips to grind against Kat but it didn't work.   "Sweetie, what'cha doin'?" Kat's whisper brought Tracy crashing back to Earth.   "I-I..."   "Aww. My little bunny is feeling a little frisky?" Kat teased. Tracy blushed at having been caught red-handed.   "Maybe we should get a toy for you to play with while mommy plays with auntie Cory. Would you like that?"   "Kaaat." Tracy managed to turn it into a two-syllable word.   "What? You thought you'd have any free hands to play with yourself?"   "No, I-"   "So you're saying you don't want a little buzz in your pants?" Kat asked without waiting for Tracy's answer.   "No. I mean yes; I mean... Argh! You know what I mean."   Kat freed her hands and turned to face Tracy. "I know sweetie. I wasn't exactly planning on just dropping half a pound of Mexican jumping beans down the front of your diapers, you know."   "I'm wearing diapers when Cory's coming over?"   "Um... Yes and no."   "What do you mean?"   "Cory's not coming here. We're going to her place."   "Her place?" Tracy asked cautiously.   "My bed just isn't big enough for the three of us to play on."   "Yeah, I guess."   "And Cory's hotel room has a big, double bed."   "Hotel room? I don't know."   "You're going to pass on spending the night at a fancy hotel? The kind with room service breakfast?"   Tracy hesitated. While she had worn her diapers in public on numerous occasions, it had always been for short periods of time, and she had always had a safe location to retreat to if she needed to change. Kat was asking her to spend hours in an unfamiliar place, to sleep there, while diapered.   "What's wrong Häschen?" Kat turned around and pulled Tracy onto her lap, holding her close.   "It's just... We've never... I mean, it's overnight..."   "And you're worried about somebody noticing?"   "Kind of, yeah. I mean, I know up here," Tracy tapped her temple, "that nobody's going to find out. But my stomach disagrees."   "Aww." Kat stroked Tracy's back. "would it help if you didn't have to wear your diaper before we get there?"   "Yeah, maybe." Tracy felt like an idiot for hesitating like she did.   "And what if you put on your government agent suit? Make it look super-official."   "That might be taking it a little too far. Did you want to wear yours or something?"   Kat laughed. "Oh, I'm not telling you what I'll be wearing. Part of my reward will be seeing your expressions."   Tracy looked at Kat for several seconds, but her face revealed nothing.   "So... How long until we go to Cory's?" Tracy glanced at the clock radio next to the bed.   "A couple of hours, I suppose. So you have time to change clothes and I can pick up some last-minute supplies.   Tracy nodded silently   "Why do you-" Kat paused as she felt heat blooming behind the the white plastic pressed against her stomach. She looked up at Tracy who sat with her eyes closed. Kat continued stroking Tracy's back and nuzzling the side of her neck.   After a couple of minutes, Kat leaned back a little. "Feel better?"   "Mm-yeah. A little." Tracy smiled sheepishly. She couldn't explain why wetting herself usually helped her relax or calm down, but at the same time also turned her on a little.   "And does my little bunny want to be changed?"   Tracy wrinkled her nose. "Not yet," she said and scooted closer to Kat, resting her chin on Kat's shoulder. "I just wanna sit like this for a while."   "OK, but we can't wait too long."   "Mm-hmm."   After another couple of minutes, Tracy began to fidget. Kat slid a hand down to squeeze her butt.   "Change?" Kat asked. "You feel a little squishy."   "Yeah, I guess."   Kat scooted back to let Tracy get off her lap and lie down. She quickly undid the tapes and pulled the soggy diaper out from under Tracy's butt. Then she found a box of wipes and began to gently clean her.   Kat lifted Tracy's legs and placed them on her shoulders. Tracy shivered and made a little squeal when Kat slipped the wipe between her buttocks.   "You like that?" Kat asked and looked at Tracy between her knees.   Tracy blushed and nodded. "Mm-hmm."   Kat lifted Tracy's diaper bag onto the bed and rummaged through it with one hand. She pulled out one of the thinnest, most discreet diapers Tracy had in there; the ones she thought of as her not-planning-on-using-them-but-accidents-happen diapers. Kat quickly unfolded the diaper and placed it under Tracy's already lifted butt before letting her slide her legs off her shoulders.   "I guess these'll have to do until you get home and get cleaned up properly," Kat said. "And maybe do something about this stubble?" She ran the back of her finger over Tracy's mound as she pulled the diaper up between her legs and fastened the crappy velcro tabs.   Tracy sat up and scooted to the edge of the bed, feeling the diapers' faux cloth cover drag against the sheet. Even though they were quieter than her other diapers, Tracy still preferred the ones with plastic backing. It wasn't really a rational thing, but in her mind, plastic felt more waterproof than cloth. That made them safer. Also, she liked the way the looked and felt when she ran her fingers over the smooth surface.   Tracy got dressed while Kat lay on the bed, watching her. She noticed Kat's smile and sat down next to her.   Kat sat up and snuggled closer to Tracy. "Nervous?" she asked.   "A little," Tracy admitted.   Kat took her hand and just held it. "It's OK to be nervous. And it's OK to back out too, if that's what you want. This isn't just about me and Cory. It's about you too."   "I know that. It's just that I haven't... you know, done this before."   "You have had sex before, haven't you?"   "With other people? With more than one 'other people'? Not in a VR?" Tracy shook her head and studied her lap intently.   "Tracy?" Tracy looked at Kat. She hardly ever called her by her name when they were alone. "Are you sure you want to do this?" Kat looked genuinely worried.   Tracy hesitated. "No," she finally said. "I mean, I think I want to. I really want to be part of... this. But I'm not sure if this is how I do that. It's just... I can't think of how else. I want to do more than just watch, but at the same time, I don't know if I'm ready to go at it like you and Cory."   "That's OK sweetie." Kat stroked Tracy's hand. "That's why I thought maybe you'd want to hold Cory."   Tracy sat quietly for a few seconds. "God, you must think I'm a complete nutcase," she finally said.   "Of course not. This is new to you. To be honest, I'd be worried if you weren't a little apprehensive."   Tracy leaned her head against Kat's. "Thanks," she whispered.   They sat quietly for another minute or so. Then Kat rose. "Vell, enough dawdling," she said in an exaggerated German accent. "Ve haff zings to do. Now, hop hop."   Tracy just looked at her for a second. "You're such a dork."   Kat laughed and took Tracy's hand, pulling her up. "Yes, I know."   Tracy balanced on one foot while stepping into her pants and pulling them up.   "I'll pick you up in..." Kat checked her watch, "...three hours. Don't forget to bring your 'overnight bag'."   Tracy could almost hear Kat's air quotes. "Just one thing," she said. "We don't want whoever is no doubt watching my office to connect you and me, so maybe you pick me up in the parking garage of the mega mall downtown?"   "That ten-storey monstrosity full of families and annoying teenagers?"   "That's the one. I'll call you to let you know where I am."   Kat shrugged. "Sure. That works. But I think you're being a little paranoid."   "An ounce of prevention and all that, you know. I'll just leave the drones and computers here, OK?"   "Of course." Kat reached out and tucked a strand of loose hair behind Tracy's ear before stroking her cheek. "Don't worry. It'll be fine. You'll see."   Tracy grabbed her jacket and diaper bag and headed for the door.     ***