DL_Ash

This will be the final chapter of the catchup of my over-writing frenzy. Hope y’all enjoy, chapter 26 and on will be Bethany and Ashley’s evening escapades, started writing 26 but it will be a minute, have a big event this weekend that is going to have me distracted but I hope to have more for you in the coming week. Chapter 25 Elizabeth was disconnected from the table and lifted down to her feet to stand next to Sharlese. It was her first time unrestrained and on both feet in her time so far that she was actually able to take in and fully compare herself. Elizabeth and Bethany were considered tall amongst amazons but Elizabeth found herself at best at eye level with Sharlese’s chest. Sharlese was truly a giantess, an extremely rare genetic variant of the Amazon genome, much more common than Ashley’s particular makeup but fairly uncommon. Even Max would have to look upwards a bit at Miss Sharlese which had Elizabeth in throws of awe and submission. She was so used to using her Amazon size to its advantages to overpower and overcome any and all problems but standing next to Sharlese she felt tiny. Both because she was shorter and because sharlese’s build was at least one and a half Elizabeth’s wide. “Come along.” Sharlese beckoned with a finger as she approached a secondary door inside of the nursery that Elizabeth had been curious about. Sharlese opened the door into an en-suite bathroom. There was a walk-in closet immediately inside the door on the right. Elizabeth peeked in and could see hangers loaded down with short dresses, long dresses, ridiculously puffy dresses, onesies, arrays of strappy leather items, a stockpile of diapers amongst the shelves in different variations and colour schemes. There were two black cabinets with the same locks as the crib and wardrobe, they were a little ominous with black roses, the stems covered in thorns, carved into the doors. There was another door at the end of the bathroom past the closet, it had a padlock running through a cast iron hinge sealing the door. Sharlese took note of her gaze and commented. “That is the water closet, you will be given limited access to the potty when you are a good girl as a reward.” Elizabeth noted that, clearly she would not be getting access at this point in time, she had noticed a bit of building pressure in her bladder and a toilet sounded nice after the constant string of diapers she had been in. Across from the closets was the shower and independent bathtub, both appeared to be extremely high end with extra nozzles and jets protruding from the surfaces of black granite with brass fittings. Sharlese opened the glass door of the shower for Elizabeth to step in. “You will need to be rinsed before your bath.” Sharlese followed her in which Elizabeth found a little odd then started pulling cables from the walls and floors to attach to the cuffs that were still on from the change. A button was pushed and the cable slack was snapped up before she heard the faint sound of electric motors behind the wall pulling her. She only resisted for a moment but they proved to be unyielding. She realised she was headed towards the position Bethany had put her in the previous morning, was she really going to be starting this morning with an enema too? The motors stopped when her palms were against the wall and her feet were spread to the outer edges of the shower which was a much wider split than she had done the previous morning. Sharlese pulled a plastic cap over Elizabeth’s hair and made sure it was all tucked in before a blindfold was pulled over her eyes. Elizabeth was left for only a brief moment before she felt something against her lips, it felt like the pacifier bulb which her body couldn’t resist for some reason. She regretted the decision when straps were pulled around her head and secured. “Since you refused your morning bottle, we will double it for your shower.” Sharlese said as a tube was connected to the front of the pacifier and a valve turned which let the sweet formula flow into Elizabeth’s mouth. She felt some shocks in her tongue and recognized she had just been fitted with a trainer pacifier to encourage her to suck down the formula. Some of the fullness had subsided at this point but a double serving of the massive bottle she had seen would surely pop her. Sharlese seemed to have stepped out of the shower but only for a moment before she felt something probing her back door. She let out a little yelp as something slid in and she could hear the sound of a pressure cuff pump bulb being squeezed. The object inside her expanded little by little until it became almost uncomfortable and she let out a little yelp. Sharlese gave the bulb two more pumps for good measure and dropped it, letting it swing between Elizabeth’s legs. The sound of the sliding glass door could be heard before she heard the hiss of steam being pumped into the enclosure as the coolness subsided and was replaced with the warm embrace of thick humid air. She heard the rush of water after a few minutes and felt multiple streams hit her body all at once from several directions. Finally what she dreaded most, the plug in her began to introduce warm water into her bowels. It seemed to be an automated enema as it would only pump in a small amount of water and then quickly evacuate it before adding a fresh supply. Each time it made a cycle it would increase the amount by a low percentage. This treatment went on for 15 minutes and Elizabeth couldn’t say she hated it. The water was warm and relaxing and honestly the enema felt refreshing. The thing she didn’t like was the constant stream of formula filling her mouth and the bloated tummy feeling she was getting from it. Her tummy was bulging out from the large serving of oatmeal and the heavy formula sloshing around inside her. It took away some of her physique and gave her the appearance of baby fat. Finally the water shut down and a flow of hot air was pushed through the shower to dry her skin. Sharlese must have stepped into the shower because she felt her pacifier being pulled away and her restraints being released, the blindfold leading the shower cap before she was helped out of the shower. Sharlese guided her to the tub where she stepped into the warm bubble bath that had been prepared. It smelled of flowers, not as sweet as something she’d use on a little but very fragrant. The nanny gently scrubbed Elizabeth’s skin with a soft loofah until she was practically glistening. Aside from the forced feeding and enema, Elizabeth imagined this must be how queens live, waited on and bathed by someone else. She’d gladly accept that bit of humiliation for this sort of treatment. Her hair was brushed before Sharlese used a cup to scoop water from the bath and gently pour water over her head. She used her hand on the girl's forehead to shield her eyes from the water as she wet her hair down. Shampoo was gently massaged into her scalp followed by a rinse and a second shampooing and rinse. Finally oils and conditioners were applied that had her black hair practically mirror-like and shiny beyond any regimen she had ever come up with. She was in such bliss that the growing pressure in her bladder and over-full feeling in her stomach seemed to flow down the drain with the spent water after Sharlese pulled the plug. She was helped out of the tub and stood on a mat while Sharlese dried her off with the softest, fluffiest towel she had ever felt. She really, really, really could get very used to this. She was guided out of the bathroom and back to the changing table. She knew she was coming to the end of her stay here and would have to return home in a diaper to avoid the wrath of the LCU and Bethany. Sharlese gave her a little lift onto the changing table, not that she needed any help, and pulled a strap across her chest, covering her nipples and giving her a bit of modesty. A diaper was pulled from under the table and unfolded before being slid under Elizabeth with her legs lifted by her ankles before being lowered back down onto the padding. “Master Guildroy has been in contact with Miss Bethany to let her know your whereabouts and safety and guarantee her that you will be promptly returned home in the conditions mandated by your commands. He also recommended that I ensure your journey home be memorable and enjoyable.” With that comment, Elizabeth felt Sharlese slide the large, well lubricated diaper trainer between her legs. She was immediately greeted with locking confirmation vibrations and pleasant fullness that elicited a soft moan and a flood of excited memories. She was quickly powdered and the diaper sealed. It was a similar diaper to the one that Elizabeth had sent with her in her purse but seemed a bit thinner. She was then released from the table and stood in the centre of the nursery. A tight bra was pulled over her head, sports bra esque but designed more so to look like a training bra. It was simple black with purple roses covering the fabric and it held Elizabeth’s large chest tight and removed any sort of bounce she may have had in a normal bra. Next was a dark purple onesie with a black lace Peter Pan collar and lace cuffs around her bicep and thigh. It would be pretty cute on its own but Elizabeth hoped she’d get a bit more than just a onesie. Around the waist was a stiff band of canvas that acted as a belt and the Amazon curves of her hips guaranteed that when Sharlese pulled it tight, it would be locked in place. An integrated strap that started at her belly button, connected to the belt, was pulled up between her legs and tightened. It held the soft padding of the diaper against her skin and sank in the trainer so that it didn’t have any chances of moving. The strap was wide between her thighs and despite being in a thinner diaper, the tightness of the padding bowed her thigh apart a little and she’d have to be conscious of the waddle it would generate. The pain in Elizabeth’s bladder reared its ugly head. Now that her diaper was covered by the onesie she couldn’t help but be tempted to relieve some of that pressure, especially with the trainer. She didn’t want to soak the diaper completely and have to ride home in a wet diaper especially when she didn’t know how long the ride would be. The Nanny held up the next article to be added to her ensemble, a pair of black short dungarees. The shoulder straps had some very mild frills same with the leg holes and the front panel had Max’s crest embroidered into the left breast in all black thread. As Elizabeth lifted her leg to step in she very carefully opened up her bladder to let a small trickle into the waiting diaper. The trainer kicked to life on a low hum and carried through until she clamped back down. She wasn’t expecting the trainer to chirp loudly from inside of her diaper, causing her to turn red as Sharlese looked up with a knowing expression from her squatted position holding the dungarees open for her to step into. “You must have a bit of experience with the trainer.” Sharlese smirked seeing Elizabeth’s flushed face. “It is very tempting to play with isn’t it. If you’re not careful, you’ll be begging for diapers in no time.” Elizabeth wasn’t sure she’d be begging necessarily to be in diapers but the thoughts of the previous orgasms she had with the trainer excited her and deep down she knew it already had a hold on her despite the fact that she had to wet a diaper to use it properly. The dungarees were lifted and pulled over Elizabeth’s hips before Sharlese stepped behind her and pulled the straps over her shoulders and snapped them behind her back in the unreachable spot between her shoulder blades with a very audible click. Elizabeth knew immediately that the click was a locking mechanism and that she was now trapped in the shortalls. “A driver has already left an envelope with the key at your sister’s apartment for you. She was guided over to a vanity mirror where she could take in the look. It was cute, not too childish but also not fully adult. The onesie just looked like an adult singlet she’d wear to have the tight tucked look. Her breasts were still noticeable but dramatically reduced by the tight bra. The legs of the dungarees were short and tight and hugged her thighs a little lower than her favourite pair of short shorts she wore on the weekend to taunt her little charges with adult clothing. The diaper underneath would only be noticeable from its soft rustle as she moved around but it wasn’t immediately visually apparent. She was sat in the chair of the vanity and Sharlese went about blow drying and styling her hair into a complicated Viking braid that started from the perimeter of her face with a smaller braids on either side of her head that ran back over her shoulder and a large braid from the top centre and back. Her bangs were combed out and curled over her forehead in a thin curtain that landed just above her eyebrows. Again it was very cute but somewhere in between the childish and adult aesthetic. Sharlese used a small micro razor and some tweezers to finely tune her eyebrows just a little into a thinner shape and went about applying makeup. Elizabeth didn’t know why she was getting such a treatment for just returning home but again, the luxury of being cared for and primped and preened felt nice. The pain in her bladder was back again and she decided to release just a bit more while she sat in the chair as Sharlese worked on her. The trainer kicked up the level and she had to stifle a gasp as it fired up to her release. She had to remind herself after regaining composure to stem the flow lest she soak the diaper too early. Again the trainer chirped and Sharlese gave her a little smile in the mirror as she drew on some wings from the corner of her eyes. A very light blush was added and quick sealing powder finished the job. She looked like a porcelain doll when Sharlese was done. Next were socks and shoes. Some black thigh highs with purple lace around her thigh squeezed the little bit of pudge over the elastic band and the ensemble was completed with a pair of purple Velcro trainers with a black sole that completed the outfit. “We are a bit behind schedule so if you will follow me down to the car we can leave promptly.” Sharlese said as she held out a hand for Elizabeth. Elizabeth gingerly pinched the nanny’s fingers and was led out of the nursery and downstairs to the courtyard she had walked across dressless the previous night. Outside was one of the large black SUV’s she had seen in the garage the previous night. A tweener gentleman stood by the rear passenger door and opened it for Elizabeth as the pair approached. Sharlese gave a quick ‘thank you’ then looked at Elizabeth who did the same shortly after realizing she needed to use her manners. Elizabeth was not fully prepared for what she saw behind the door of the SUV. The seat that was available to her was a large car seat. Part of the rear row of seats had been removed to make room for the Amazon sized carrier permanently affixed inside the cabin. An automatic step folded down and Elizabeth was guided to the door and up the step before Sharlese’s hands took her hips and guided her down into the seat. The series of straps that bound her to the seat were intense. One across her hips, below and above her breasts, one over each thigh, cuffs on both calves and ankles, wrists bound to the sides of the bumpers that came up to hug her hips along with straps over her biceps and one well padded wide strap around her neck. Blinder wings came around either side of her head which meant she wouldn’t be able to see out either window on either side and the SUV was built limousine style with a wall dividing the driver from the passengers with a wide blacked out window in the centre. The final strap was a crotch strap that Elizabeth knew was included because what car seat is complete without one. Sharlese gave it an extra tug which gained a gasp from Elizabeth as she felt it push down on her fun button and immediately understood why little’s like their crotch straps so tight in the car. Sharlese closed her door and startled Elizabeth a little when she entered the cab in the seat next to her from the other side. She leaned forward and pushed a small button on a built-in screen in front of the restrained girl and shut the car door. A moment later she felt the engine startup as the monitor in front of her booted up some little tv show. She didn’t really pay attention at first then boredom set in and she began watching more and more intently. It was kind of silly and the built in adult sub contexts and innuendo that would be over the heads of a little were quite funny. She found herself forgetting about the pressure in her bladder as the car moved down the road. So much so that when the episode ended and the screen popped up a display of Max’s face she startled a little and lost her grip and let out a longer than previous streams which fired the trainer up at a new level before she managed to get herself under control. “How’s my little Fox this morning?” Max asked and Elizabeth realised it was a video call and he had surely heard the chirp of the trainer. She turned red and looked down as far as the car seat would allow her head to tilt in embarrassment. “I’m very good.” Elizabeth replied after getting her breathing under control. “How was Miss Sharlese? I’m sorry I couldn’t be there this morning. Next time Daddy will be there to help out, I promise.” He said with a knowing smirk. “She is quite wonderful, very adept. Maybe I’d be as good a nanny as her if I had that much experience.” Elizabeth said a little excitedly. As she heard Miss Sharlese clear her throat next to her which made her blush. “That’s good to hear. I had a wonderful evening with you and would like to see you again. I’m going to be a bit busy for a couple of days and was hoping we could schedule another date.” Max said. Elizabeth blushed crimson at the flattery and tried to hide her face again. “I’d like that.” She practically whispered back. “But I need to talk to Bethany first and make sure it’s okay.” She spoke up a bit. “I’ve already spoken to her this morning and she said as long as you want to come out, you’re allowed to. So long as you’re a good girl at home though.” Max said, causing Elizabeth to blush at being treated like a little being picked up for a playdate. “Now, I believe I caught you in the middle of something. I have the trainer set to step up the vibration levels with every wetting. Sharlese has told me that you had two accidents already this morning with trainer and that would mean that was your third. The fourth will be at maximum power but if you just trickle like you have been I doubt it will do much for you. And if you have a full release after the fourth, it will only punish you for holding it. I suggest your next accident finishes the job but you may know better than Daddy and might need to learn a lesson.” Max explained. Elizabeth knew that realistically the third hadn’t really relieved enough pressure and her bladder was aching. Along with the thoughts of the sweet orgasmic release she’d get if she fully let go it was very tempting. “Do you want to have your accident away from daddy? Somewhere a bit more private like the elevator at the apartment, granted you may be stuck in the elevator with someone which could be hard to explain. I could also torment you, set the schedule for the vibrator to start delivering punishment shocks as soon as you step out of the car. Lots of fun options to choose from. I’ve asked the driver to drive very slowly and carefully because of the precious cargo in the back seat. The drive may take over an hour to get you back.” Max explained. He was devious and his dominant takes of control from Elizabeth had her in throws of submission. “Sharlese, could you be a doll and give Little Lizzie her pacifier.” Max asked as Sharlese pulled out a purple pacifier and slid it into Elizabeth’s mouth without a moment of hesitation. “I’ll let you get back to your cartoons but I will be keeping an eye on you with the cameras as I have been this whole time.” Max said which made Elizabeth’s eyes open wide in disbelief. “Yes, sweetie, I have the whole mansion covered in cameras and especially the nursery. I watched quite a bit of your morning while the boring old heads ran circles around each other in my meeting. I will say you look absolutely precious and I hope you enjoy your gifts. Enjoy your ride and listen to your nanny.” Max said before his camera cut away and the cartoons flipped back on. Elizabeth was a little nervous to act right away. Her bladder was begging for the release and her libido kept taunting her with horny thoughts of the intense orgasm she’d get for wetting. But she kept trying to push down those thoughts as she knew Max was watching and Sharlese was right next to her. Her mind justified that she had her first experience with the trainer right in front of her older sister and littles constantly were being watched as they wet themselves and made stickies in their nappies. She decided to focus back on the cartoons to distract her mind and that did an excellent job. She made it another ten minutes into the car ride before she suddenly started feeling wet between the legs. In fact she had released her bladder without noticing at all and her first instinct was to clench back down but she refrained when she felt the powerful max level trainer fire up. She couldn’t stop herself now even if she wanted to, it felt so good to wet her diaper. Her breathing accelerated through her nose and she closed her eyes as the waves of pleasure washed over her while she nursed the pacifier for comfort. She was in her own little world as she soaked herself and the trainer praised her for wetting. It praised her so well that she came twice before she was finished and lay limp in the restraints of the car seat. “Good girl little Lizzie, good girl.” Sharlese praised her as she came into view and gently patted Elizabeth’s brow with a small pink handkerchief. Elizabeth blushed as she realised she had just put on a show for both Max and Sharlese. A small text box popped into the corner of the monitor in front of Elizabeth with the praise “good girl, my little fox,” the sender information only read Daddy and Elizabeth would have passed out from blush overload at the praise from Max as she gave the pacifier a few involuntary suckles. Now that her diaper was wet and she was more sensitive from the orgasms, the crotch strap really began to do a number on her. Each little bump felt like a hill and she had all these tingly sensations in her tummy. The squish of the fully soaked and warm diaper added a strange sensation. She knew she was sensitive from her orgasms and the added moisture from her accident made her feel like she was excessively horny wet in her diaper. It was an interesting feeling and the crotch strap kept making itself apparent as she involuntarily tried to start grinding her wet padding into the strap. She tried to keep the moans low and act like she was watching the cartoons in front of her as she suckled the pacifier. “Is the strap too tight sweetie?” Sharlese’s question came out of nowhere and broke her train of thought as she froze. Elizabeth shook her head ‘no’ and blushed. A bump in the road caused her to groan into the pacifier as the strap dug into the diaper with a dip. Sharlese’s hand came to the strap and gently cupped Elizabeth’s soaked padding through her shortalls. “I can loosen it for you if it’s making you uncomfortable.” Elizabeth could hear the smirk in her voice, she’d do the same thing to littles in the car when shapperoning them around. Elizabeth tried to hold herself back but found her head shaking ‘no’ almost immediately in response. She blushed thinking about how far she had fallen, she was desperately horny, something about this submissive side of herself had her constantly on edge and the humiliating attention was almost too much. “Suit yourself little fox.” Sharlese said as she pulled away to sit back in her seat. Elizabeth went back to watching the cartoons and very carefully tried to grind into the strap undetected, completely forgetting there was a camera pointed right at her with Max more than likely watching on the other end. Then she had a thought, if she wet just a little more, maybe the trainer would stir her a little more while she ground on the strap, she figured she was pretty empty after letting go previously but tried to relax her muscles and let out some more flow. To her surprise, she felt the padding get warmer again and the trainer started up on the lowest setting again. With the strap of the car seat aiding she was able to bring herself to the edge again and pushed forward with all she had into the strap to bring herself over. She crumpled back into the car seat again as the trainer chirped to let everyone know what she had just done. “Best be careful little fox, I didn’t put you in a thick diaper and you’re probably already coming close to capacity. If I had known you were such a heavy daytime wetter as you were at nighttime I would have chosen more noticeable padding. I’d hate for you to leak and spoil your nice clothes, if we need to pull over at a rest stop to change you just let me know.” Sharlese said which caused Elizabeth’s cheeks to burn anew at the thoughts of being changed in public and the humiliation of leaking through a diaper. Luckily there wasn’t much of the journey left and Elizabeth was feeling content so the tight strap between her legs only kept the embers of her arousal at a low warmth so she didn’t feel the need to act as desperately. There was a familiar turn and bump as they pulled into the apartment’s underground garage and she felt the SUV come to a halt. She heard Sharlese’s seat belt unbuckle and her door open, a moment later Elizabeth’s door swung open and Sharlese reached in to start undoing the restraints. Elizabeth was helped out of the car and stretched a little when she got on her own feet. Sharlese had a black and purple bag slung over her shoulder that matched Elizabeth’s current aesthetic. As she looked at the bag it became apparent that it was a diaper bag and the colour scheme matching her own outfit would only mean one thing to others. Her legs were a little wobbly and Sharlese took her arm to help support her. “You might have played a little too much in the car sweetie, we’ll have to be careful with the next ride.” She said before she pulled the pacifier from Elizabeth’s lips and deposited it in her side pocket. Elizabeth had completely forgotten about the pacifier until Sharlese’s finger had hooked into the ring and pulled it from her mouth. “Now, do you know how to get back home from here?” Sharlese asked, looking down at Elizabeth who seemed to shrink a little with the nanny’s gaze. She nodded her head ‘yes’ bashfully. “Then lead the way, I need to have a word with your big sister and drop off your personal effects.” Elizabeth was a little stunned that she had to escort the nanny back to her sister’s apartment but looked up with determination and stepped forward. The soggy padding between her legs was cooling a bit and the added mass of her multiple wettings, big and small, made her unknowingly waddle a bit to keep the damp padding away from her skin. Sharlese watched from behind as her hips swayed and her slightly wider gate gave away the diaper to anyone who was keen, which for the most part was anyone who had ever seen a diapered little. The parking garage was empty and only one couple coming out of the second elevator caught a glimpse of Elizabeth who darted into their open elevator as soon as the doors opened. Sharlese pushed the floor button for the elevator, she knew where she was going all along but part of the mind games when working with a little or submissive was letting them have some control and charge. Elizabeth hadn’t even noticed that Sharlese had pushed the right button for the elevator as she leaned against the wall, staring at the floor with rosey cheeks. She’d realise later that she had been played once she got over the embarrassment of almost being seen but in the moment she was buried in her own thoughts in her head. The elevator rose and the doors opened, Sharlese “tsked” a little under her breath, hoping to have some other resident join them for the elevator ride to see the adorable blush of Elizabeth. Alas, they departed the elevator and Elizabeth made a speedy exit and moved down the hallway to Bethany’s door. “I’ll have to get you a harness and leash for next time if you’re going to take off without your nanny like that little Lizzie.” Sharlese quietly said as she caught up with Elizabeth. Sharlese knocked on the door for Elizabeth who was a blushing mess holding her dungaree’s straps tightly from the comment. Each time Sharlese made a move to embarrass her she seemed to regress a little bit further. ‘She is quite the catch Master Guildroy’ Sharlese thought to herself before the door opened.

Chapter 24 “Good morning Miss Lizzie, I am your Nanny, Sharlese.” The woman said with a smile and a slight foreign accent. Now that Elizabeth was wide awake she did another take of the woman. She was wearing a grey dress with the top above her chest and to her collar in pure white. The sleeves of the dress were very prestinely rolled up to just above her elbows and had been ironed flat into the sharpest, straightest edge possible. She had a maroon beret atop her head of pure white hair that was in a military style braid draped over her shoulder and was wearing glasses with perfect circle lenses just smaller than her eyes perched on her nose with their delicate wire frame. The chest of the dress had some sort of crest insignia embroidered on the right breast, a company logo that Elizabeth didn’t recognize even being a nanny herself. The woman was physically large, she wasn’t all toned muscle like Max but had a very matronly build. Her perfect appearance left a very dominant aura hanging in the air and her sapphire blue eyes looked down through the bars at Elizabeth asserting dominance without any action or word. “W-where’s Max Miss Sharlese?” Elizabeth was finally able to ask, still trapped in the cage of the crib and bound up in the sleeper. “He had to take an early morning meeting that he put off to be with you last evening. He has asked me to step in this morning to aid you in your morning routine. I am well aware of your particular circumstances little Lizzie. Now, would you like to get up, it is quite early still as the sun has just risen and we wouldn’t want a cranky baby.” Sharlese explained in her accent that Elizabeth still couldn’t place. Elizabeth was a bit taken aback being called a baby and little but a quick thought of the current predicament validated Miss Sharlese’s words with a blush. Elizabeth pondered for a moment if she was ready to get up but she was quite stiff from spending the night bound in the sleeper. She decided since she was being offered she might as well get up and her chances of falling back asleep with the nanny here were slim. She nervously responded “now would be good… nanny.” Elizabeth wasn’t sure how deep this scenario was. From her own experiences, she was accustomed to punishing littles for insincerity and lack of reform, clearly defining roles and following rules was the best course of action in this situation as she wasn’t ready for a morning spanking. “Very well.” The nanny responded before extracting a key from a hip pocket and opening the locks on the lid of the crib and dropping the side. She leaned over Elizabeth and with seeming ease and hoisted the diapered amazon from the crib onto her hip. Elizabeth was carried to the changing table of the nursery. A strap was brought across her stomach to keep her pinned to the table despite the bumpers that would keep her from rolling off. Sharlese pulled a pacifier from her pocket and slid the clean bulb into Elizabeth’s mouth without any fuss. It had a strange taste to it that reminded her of the previous night’s closing activity that honestly made her mouth water as she sucked naturally and blushed. Elizabeth began to look around the nursery for the first time with light now that she had a moment. The furniture of the room was all dark stained hardwood, close to black but not quite, it all had a reddish hue to it underneath the stain that with the right angle of lighting was very pretty. There was a large wardrobe in the corner with a key hole in the centre of the doors for the main cabinet and the foot drawers below each had the same. She looked at the crib next, the sheets were a dark forest green that reminded her of Max’s eyes and she noticed the three brass keyholes along the top rail that locked the lid down, it was the same design on the dresser. Elizabeth assumed the same key that Sharlese had used to free her from the crib would unlock everything in here. There was a large vanity near the wardrobe. It matched the other furnitures’ aesthetic or stained wood and instead of series of bulbs to outline the mirror as was common, there were fake candles with candle shaped bulbs. There wasn’t anything on the top of the vanity desk which Elizabeth assumed meant that everything was stored in the drawers away from prying eyes and curious hands. Specifically her curious hands and prying eyes. There was a large black rocking chair towards the foot of the changing table. With a green velvet cushion and backrest, again in the same colour as the crib’s sheets. Each piece of furniture was covered with delicately carved gothic style accents that matched the crown moulding around the ceiling of the room. The walls were a light grey that complimented the black and green theme along with the creamy white carpet and ceiling. She had only caught a glimpse of the rug in the centre of the room but Elizabeth knew the forest green emblem had to be Max's family seal. It all gave Elizabeth a tingly sensation in her tummy, she was sure she had grown out of the goth phase but the unique nursery was unlike any she had seen before and the gothic Lolita aesthetic resonated with her despite never having been able to dress that way with work and school. She secretly had a whole Pinterest board dedicated to the theme and her black hair and golden eyes would be a perfect match. It felt mature but at the same the outfits were so cute and little esque just in dark bold colours as opposed to the bright pastels that littles wore. Miss Sharlese undid the first restraint binding Elizabeth’s arm but kept a hold on her wrist to keep her from extending her arm. Slowly and methodically, the nanny began to massage Elizabeth’s arm from the shoulder to the elbow with her free hand slowly let her arm extend while working down. The massage felt glorious and Elizabeth felt like she was melting at the deep muscle soothing. As her arm was fully extended she could tell that the massage was much needed, being bound during the night had her cramped up and if she had just extended her arm immediately after release she knew she’d be in pain. The process was repeated with her other arm and then her legs. The fabric of the sleeper encasing her felt luxurious throughout the process and she would’ve found herself falling back asleep to the massage had she not been so self conscious of her current situation and completely red in the face. A practical stranger she had spent the night with had hired another stranger to be her caretaker. It seemed a little absurd and the Nanny not even flinching to the sight of an Amazon in a crib was a little questionable. “You may ask a few questions and I will try to answer within my bounds.” Miss Sharlese explained as she bicycle pumped Elizabeth’s legs up into her chest how a parent may for a baby to induce a bowel movement, the plug would ensure against that but Elizabeth would be lying if she said that it didn’t feel like it was increasing the pressure in her backside. Sharlese had seen the expression on Elizabeth’s face and was astute enough to recognize pondering. She had also been told the bounds she was to work in and had thoroughly read the contract she had signed with the owner of the international shipping agency that supplied her foundation with materials. She had had her suspicions about him and had been waiting for the day he called her up for her services. “Who do you work for?” Elizabeth finally formed her first question while her arms were worked in helicopter motions at the elbow to restore rotation, staring at the emblem on the nanny’s chest still trying to decipher the embroidered logo. The nanny noted the adorable lisp the pacifier created in the Amazon charge’s mouth and smiled a little. Sharlese giggled a little at the question before her response. “I am on assignment and on loan to Master Guildroy from the White Lotus Foundation.” The logo made sense now to Elizabeth who could see the flower design within the image but it was still a very complex logo and Elizabeth knew there was something more to it. The strap holding her down was undone and she was flipped onto her stomach for access to the panel sealing the zipper of the sleeper. Elizabeth turned her head to the side, looking away from the nanny to ask her next question. “Am I… am I your first Amazon charge Miss Sharlese? Is it strange or weird that an Amazon woman is in diapers being treated as a baby?” She asked a little hesitantly. “I’m not allowed to fully disclose that particular information but no, you are not my first Amazon. I also don’t find it strange or weird as you put it to have an amazon charge. Everyone has needs, wants, and different upbringings that lead to different development. From what I can tell, you slip into this role very easily and from my experience that’s an upbringing that speaks of growing up too fast and neglect. This side of you is a defence mechanism and outlet for relaxation and release from the burdens you have been saddled with.” Miss Sharlese explained, hitting the nail right on the head and bringing up the dream Elizabeth had had overnight. “The White lotus foundation only works with willing participants whether they be little, tweener, or amazon. I, or a member from my group, will be your trainer in a way to help you accept your position below Master Guildroy and determine what your limits and boundaries are. Some things are non-negotiable but I will help you accept those things.” The nanny explained simply while giving Elizabeth more to digest. The zipper was brought down quickly which allowed the cool air of the nursery into the sleeper and a shiver to run down Elizabeth's spine. She was flipped back over and her arms extracted from the garment and pulled down exposing her chest. Her legs were lifted next and the feet of the sleeper were pulled until it was free and discarded into the laundry hamper, leaving Elizabeth in just her wet diaper that caused her hands to come up and cover her blushing face while she nursed the pacifier a little more aggressively. Elizabeth had formed her next question by this point. “What sort of things are non-negotiable to Max?” She asked a little worried that it may be things that are too far out of her comfort zone to accept. “To answer that you will have to experience it.” Miss Sharlese explained. Elizabeth was a little frightened by the response but she didn’t really have a choice in the matter. She had no clothes, she was still in a diaper and plugged which had built up an obscene amount of pressure in her bowels overnight. She was at the mercy of the nanny and just based on how prestigious and professional this woman seemed along with her clear advantages she didn’t really have any option otherwise. She really didn’t want to test the Nanny and end up over her lap, that would be hard to explain to Bethany when she got home, why she had a red bottom, especially after she had spent the night out at a man’s house, there would already be enough prying on their activities as it stood. Miss Sharlese took hold of the first tape of the diaper and pried it away from the landing strip. The process was repeated to every tape until Elizabeth felt the front of the diaper relax away from her skin. She peaked out from behind her fingers and watched as the diaper was pulled away. “My my, you did quite a number on that diaper and you didn’t even stir slightly in your sleep.” Miss Sharlese commented as she extracted the diaper from under Elizabeth and balled it up, taping it closed on itself before dropping it in the diaper bin. Elizabeth blushed in embarrassment at the bedwetting comment, she really had flooded the diaper in her sleep and hadn’t even noticed it. She put on a set of latex gloves and commented. “We’ll have to remove this but I expect you to hold it in until I get your diaper change finished.” Miss Sharlese commented as she firmly pushed against the base of the plug, eliciting a yelp from Elizabeth and a new shade of red in her cheeks. It was still cold inside of her which had been a constant reminder of its presence, she figured it must be a high end ice plug that stayed cool constantly so the wearer couldn’t become accustomed to it. “But we can take this out for now” Sharlese said as she took hold of the tail of the vibrator that was still left inside her from the previous night. She hadn’t even noticed that she was turned on and self lubricating at the attention and humiliation from the nanny who easily pulled the vibe out in a gentle and slow movement. A few warmed wet wipes ensured Elizabeth was clean enough for a new diaper and wiped away the faint scent of sex that had been marinating in her diaper with her nighttime accidents. Elizabeth couldn’t watch as a new diaper was pulled from under the changing table and was unfolded and fluffed out. Miss Sharlese expertly slid the diaper under Elizabeth’s bottom and applied a bit of oil and powder before her hand moved to the plug. “Deep breath now and make sure you hold it in.” Elizabeth just now came to the realisation that the reason she had to hold it in was so that she would fill the diaper. She really didn’t want to poop her pants but knew if she didn’t follow that instruction this nanny could probably come up with some pretty nefarious punishments. Lost in her train of thought, she had realised that the nanny had taken hold of the base of the plug and was already pulling. She let out another yelp that masked her moan as the girth of the plug exited her rear. Sharlese kept a little forward pressure on the plug to keep Elizabeth from expelling it quicker as the taper of the plug helped itself out of the girl. Elizabeth clenched her muscles with all of her might to hold back the pressure that had built overnight. Being plugged all night had dramatically fatigued her sphincter and she knew she wouldn’t be able to hold for long. Sharlese set the plug aside and quickly folded the diaper between Elizabeth’s legs in case she couldn’t hold out. The tapes were pulled tight on the diaper, granted a little slowly to test the girl before the nanny reached for the strap holding her down. Elizabeth didn’t even make it that long as her body fought to expel its waste. She groaned and whispered “noooo” as her stomach clenched and she gave an involuntary push. Miss Sharlese paused from unbuckling Elizabeth as her hands came down from her face to grip the sides of the changing table as her body put in all of its effort to relieve itself. It felt like she had more waste than amazonly possible as she lightly shook under the cramped pushing for what felt like an hour. The diaper swelled dramatically under the load that had been deposited and Elizabeth could feel the mush filling every corner of the seat of the garment. 10 minutes after losing the fight, and panting a little on the table, Elizabeth’s body felt like it was 10 pounds lighter. The relief was immense and she hadn’t noticed how bad she had to go with the plug still inside her. “That was very naughty little Lizzie.” Sharlese commented as she looked down with disappointment at Elizabeth. “B-but I held it in for the diaper.” Elizabeth said blushing. “You’ll note that I said hold it in until your change was finished. You are still on the changing table, therefore the change was not finished. We will have to correct that and I don’t believe I gave you permission to talk back to your nanny. If you had talked back to the master like that I’m sure his punishment would be much worse than mine will be.” Elizabeth froze hearing the “will be.” She knew she shouldn’t have talked back or tried to dispute the nanny, she’d punish her charges as well for that kind of comment. “Y-yes nanny.” Elizabeth finally stuttered out as the buckle for the strap holding her down was released, trying to earn at least a few brownie points to minimise the damages. Elizabeth was lifted from the table and set on the floor on all fours. It forced her to look up at Sharlese who looked even bigger now that she stood menacingly over her. Sharlese turned and in two strides was at the rocking chair. “Come here.” Was the command followed by a finger that pointed to the floor next to her leg. Elizabeth knew she was to crawl over and sit next to the nanny and promptly did so, her diapered bottom swaying in the air as she quickly made the move. The load in her diaper was causing it to droop between her legs and she was a little grateful to have a moment of reprieve from the mush. Elizabeth took up her position next to the nanny and sat with her hands between her knees but hovering a little to keep the diaper off the floor and from squishing the mess back into her skin. She was still naked aside from the diaper but surprisingly wasn’t feeling bashful about her nudity but was more so embarrassed by the stink filling the air around her which overrode any other embarrassment. “Being a nanny yourself, I imagine you know what is coming. We will begin after you’ve properly taken your position.” Sharlese said as she looked down over her nose. Elizabeth knew what she meant and slowly lowered her bottom into the mess with a slight grimace, casting her eyes to the floor between her legs as her full weight sank into the messy padding. It was the first time she looked at the diaper since being in it. It was a deep purple colour with white stars cascading across the surface. She recognized it as an Amazon sized version of a little’s diaper she occasionally saw. She let her knees out a little to get comfortable in the W sitting position with her palms on the floor, fully settling into her waste. “Very good, you can be a good girl after all. I’m glad you have experience so I won’t have to fully train you. But, with your experience you should know better to begin with and will be held to a higher standard from the get go. Now, up.” Sharlese said, giving her lap a gentle pat with her hand. Elizabeth followed the order, knowing she had no other choice. She draped herself across the large legs of the Amazon sitting in the rocking chair, her padded posterior aimed up in the air. “For now we will start with 10 for talking back to your nanny.” Sharlese said as she let her hand fly forward into the seat of Elizabeth’s diaper. The mush seemed to explode against her skin and stick the diaper to her bottom. The blow was intense for Elizabeth and she let out a little squeak from the abrupt impact. Sharlese was even more in tune with her spanking abilities as she expertly landed blow after blow. The final strike broke Elizabeth as she let the tears out finally and quietly sobbed over her reddened bottom. “Very good, you're such a brave girl.” Sharlese said as she repositioned the Amazon into her lap and cuddled her into her substantial bosom. The praise felt good and Elizabeth calmed down almost immediately to the hand stroking her head. Sharlese was impressed with how easy this amazon in her lap submitted. The ones she typically worked with would need lots of work to pull out the submissive side they craved, Elizabeth seemed almost naturally submissive which was a rarity amongst amazons. “For being such a good girl, we’ll do a little horsey ride as your punishment for not holding it and forgo the remainder of the spanking.” Sharlese said as she repositioned Elizabeth onto her knees. Elizabeth was bouncing up and down before she could react to the much stronger amazon that was tossing her around as if she were a little. Sharlese’s hands supported her hips as she moved up and down the mush in her diaper spreading out just the tiny bit more that it could after the spanking. The ride was causing all sort of conflicting emotions to bounce around in her body with each jolt. It felt good in the diaper the way it rubbed her but her mind kept trying to tell her it was disgusting to take pleasure from her own poop squishing around inside a diaper against her skin. Overall the pleasure won out and her vision filled with stars as she achieved orgasm with a soft moan and a tense body as Sharlese quit bouncing and let her ride out the high. It was truly fascinating to Sharlese how easy this Amazon was. Max sure knew how to pick them and if she hadn’t already been claimed by Max, Sharlese would have put in her own bid for the Amazon girl in her lap. She knew she was going to enjoy this and understood why she hadn’t heard from Master Guildroy sooner, he had just been holding out for the perfect one. She felt an odd feeling for the first time in a long, was it jealousy? She stuffed the emotion back down and shook her head a little, she was far too old and busy for jealousy or taking on a charge full time but this Elizabeth girl peaked her interest. Sharlene broke from her thoughts as she recognized Lizzie’s breathing stabilizing. She hoisted the girl onto her hip as she rose from the rocking chair and headed for the nursery door. Elizabeth panicked a little, Max had mentioned that his help had been off for the evening but she wasn’t sure if they’d be back this morning. She was a little frightened by the prospect of being seen by a maid in her current condition as she rode the hip of the matron amazon caring for her. She buried her face in the nanny’s shoulder as the door opened to the hallway and stepped out. Elizabeth peaked out a little as she was carried down the stairs and into what appeared to be a kitchen. She had no defenses as she was pried off of the nanny and set down with a quiet squelch from her padding. Being naked all of a sudden mattered quite a bit and she brought her arms up to cover her chest. She opened her eyes just in time to see the nanny sliding a tray in front of her with an audible and sturdy click. She looked down and shifted a little as she came to realize she was trapped in an Amazon sized high chair. A post was positioned between her legs and mildly reminded her of the nanny’s large knees pressing against her sodden diaper. Sharlese pullled Elizabeth’s hands away from her chest and attached cuffs to each wrist that kept them at tray level. Next her ankles were secured to the legs of the chair followed by a strap that passed under her breasts and one above that kept her back pinned to the chair. The nanny went about preparing a breakfast suitable for the Amazon baby in her care. The longest process was waiting for the water to boil for the massive serving of oatmeal she was making. After the dry flakes soaked up the hot water and were ready she shoveled on a heaping spoonful of sugar and a few handfuls of dried prunes completed the bowel. She may not be around for the catastrophe this breakfast would wreak on the Amazon’s diaper after she was returned to her older sister but she made sure it would definitely have an effect. The dish was set on the tray in front of Elizabeth and Miss Sharlese dug a large spoon in and lifted it to Elizabeth’s mouth. She hadn’t had oatmeal in a long time but she knew of the fibre content having great effects on littles. She grimaced a little expecting the taste of cardboard but was pleasantly surprised by the sweet flavour. Miss Sharlese fed her spoon after spoon, occasionally missing her mouth to drop some of the contents on her chest. An Amazon sized serving of oatmeal and prunes was substantial and it took a solid fifteen minutes before Sharlese was scraping the bowl clean. The brown sugar sprinkled across the top was long gone and Elizabeth was struggling to finish the serving as her stomach dissented with food. She was practically in a food coma and don’t think she could handle another bite as she slouched in the chair stuffed. Sharlese cleaned the dishes while Elizabeth recovered a bit in the chair. She wasn’t expecting a large bottle to be held up to her lips when Sharlese returned. She tried to turn her head away but Sharlese kept the nipple of the bottle against her lips and demonstrated her skills in patience. “Come now dear Lizzie, we want to make sure you have a nice soggy diaper for your big sister when you get home.” Sharlese teased the nipple against her lips some more but Elizabeth still refused to accept the bottle. “Suit yourself, you’re only making it much harder for yourself.” Sharlese said as she removed the restraints followed by the tray. Elizabeth was quickly carried back to the nursery without another word. She knew refusing the bottle would more than likely earn her some sort of punishment but she couldn’t even think about taking in any more food or liquid. She was deposited onto the changing table where a series of cuffs were added to her limbs and unceremoniously attached to the anchors in the table. Sharlese went about her way and stripped the tapes of the diaper and began work on cleaning up the mess of smeared waste with a pile of wet wipes after she put on a set of gloves. Elizabeth could tell internally from the lack of emotion that Sharlese was upset as there was no caring emotion in the cleaning process as she was wiped down. Content with Elizabeth’s front, her legs were unclipped and repositioned to how she was the night before with Max which brought with it a flood of naughty thoughts. Sharlese however just continued cleaning Elizabeth up before extracting the diaper from underneath her and balling it up for the garbage bin. “Now, let’s go get you showered and bathed so you smell like a nice little girl when you go home.” Sharlese said with a smile that Elizabeth could tell was hiding something sinister. “And don’t think I’ve forgotten about refusing your baba, we’ll take care of that as well.”

This chapter is mostly just backstory for Elizabeth and some Bethany, a bit on some other characters. Not entirely critical to read aside from the last couple of paragraphs that will lead into chapter 24. Up to you, took awhile to figure out what I wanted the Merlot family backstory to be but there isn’t a lot going on in this chapter. Chapter 23 Elizabeth sat at the small coffee table in the middle of the living room. She was busy colouring in a picture of a rainbow arching over a unicorn, across the table was her Little sister Anise who was sitting quietly and watching TV. She was technically Elizabeth’s older sister in terms of real age and time with her mother after being adopted but Anise would always remain her little sister. She was cute and kind to Elizabeth and Elizabeth loved to watch her sky blue ringlets bounce around on her shoulders and cascade onto her cute pink onesie. Elizabeth had never really been given the details of Anise aside from what her older half-sister had told her, that Anise was special and that Elizabeth should always strive to protect the smaller and weaker girl. The tv was quietly playing some cartoon that held no real interest for Elizabeth but Anise seemed to like watching the pink and yellow costumed dinosaur dance around the screen and attempt to teach littles the alphabet and numbers. Elizabeth liked colouring and despite having not yet gotten one of her colouring pages tacked to the fridge by her mother, she was sure this one would do the trick and get one of Anise’s sloppy drawings taken down. She dutifully stayed within the lines and made sure to follow ROYGBIV for the rainbows so that the colours were in the correct order. There was a little whimper from Anise and Elizabeth watched as the girl lifted herself off of the floor on her knees slightly and gave a soft grunt before sitting back down after a few minutes. The smell carried over to Elizabeth after a few minutes and she set her crayon down before standing to retrieve a fresh diaper for the girl. She knew better than to disturb her mother while she worked in the study. She went through the motions of changing her little sister. At just five years old she was already bigger than her adopted sister, not much, but Anise was already looking up to her. She distinctly remembered the feelings of jealousy of Anise’s carefree life. At just 5 years old she didn’t know how to process that particular emotion but it was there. Elizabeth had been potty trained before two years old, her mother telling her she didn’t want to be like Anise in diapers. She didn’t know why, Anise never had to stop playing to go to the potty and someone else always cared for her. But Elizabeth was what her mother called an Amazon which put her in a different category of life. She wasn’t a little like Anise which meant she couldn’t be expected to live a carefree life like her and she would have to learn quickly to keep up in the world. Those were the lessons her mother taught her and hammered into her and seemed to be the only time that Elizabeth had her mother’s undivided attention. She went back to her drawing and added some final touches, scribbling her name in the bottom corner before standing and heading to the office. She gently knocked on the door and heard her mother from the other side allow her in. Elizabeth turned the knob above her head and entered. She was on the phone and furiously typing on the computer without looking at Elizabeth. She paced over next to her mother’s desk with drawing behind her back and waited for her mother’s attention and permission to speak. Her mother cursed at whoever was on the phone and slammed it onto the desk before turning to Elizabeth with a very sharp “what.” Elizabeth cast her eye to the floor and quietly breathed out “Anise made a messy diaper and I changed her.” Elizabeth wasn’t expecting any praise but it would have been nice however all she got was “you're a good older sister, anything else?” Elizabeth’s hands scrunched the colouring paper and she shook her head no and turned to leave before the tears in her eyes could fall. She looked back from the door to her mother to see she was already back to the computer. She sprinted out the door slamming it behind her and darted upstairs to her room. She dove into the bed and cried into her stuffed animal. She had dropped the drawing on her way up the stairs, she didn’t want it. A few minutes later, Anise came crawling in quietly. She had the corner of the drawing pinched in her lips so she could use her hands and sidled up next to Elizabeth’s bed. She stood on her knees then used her arms to pull herself up the side of the bed then hooked a leg on the frame to push herself up next to Elizabeth. She cuddled up next to her as she calmed down and took the drawing from her mouth. “Big sis Lizzie?” She asked quietly with her cute little lisp. “Can I pwease haf vis? iss sooo pwetty.” She asked bashfully. Elizabeth nodded her approval quietly and turned to face Anise and pull her into a hug. She got down from the bed after her tears had dried and the swollen eyes and sniffling had calmed and Anise led the way to her room where Elizabeth tacked the drawing on the wall next to Anise’s crib. Anise sat and stared at if for quite some time and thanked Elizabeth for it. Time flashed forward several years into the future to when Elizabeth was nine. Elizabeth was coming home from school and walking up the driveway from the bus drop off. She was one of the few who actually rode the bus, most of her peers at her private all girls school were picked up by their parents or Nannies in their family’s luxury cars. Her mother only picked her up or dropped her off on the first and last day of the school year but that changed this year when her mother had taken on a nanny for Anise and she no longer even had the first and last day of rides. She had already surpassed Anise in size by a head in height and was much more mature. The nanny, Bridget, her mother had hired to look after Anise while she was at school greeted her at the door with the little on her hip after her trek. Anise had puffy red eyes, clearly she had just been crying and she buried her face in the nanny’s chest to avoid Elizabeth’s gaze. Elizabeth figured that Anise must have done something naughty to earn a spanking. Elizabeth hadn’t had a spanking in years and didn’t know how Anise still hadn’t learned what earned her punishments. Elizabeth went straight up to her room to start her homework after a one word greeting to Bridget and Anise. She spent hours on all of the accelerated programs her mother had made her take, it didn’t ever seem like there was an end. She could hear Anise down in the living room giggling up a storm to what sounded like raspberries being blown into her tummy shortly after her mother had come home from work. She didn’t have any memories of her mother doing that with her when she was little. And there was that feeling of jealousy again, she was able to process it now. Why did she have to slave away in her room over stuff that she’d probably never use. She wasn’t talented like her older brother and sister, in fact Betty had deployed for her mandatory military service and her grades and skills put her three ranks ahead out the gate. She always seemed to have to put in twice the effort as her older blood siblings for half the gain. She didn’t know the last time she had seen her own mother at one of her ballet recitals or school events, Bridget had also stepped in recently for a parent teacher conference. There was pain in her chest and she saw a few tears land on her textbook. There was a soft knock at the door and she quickly wiped the tears away before the nanny opened the door and let herself in. It was irregular for the nanny to come by her room but she was carrying a plate of food. It was passed onto the desk next to Elizabeth who looked over the spaghetti before the nanny spoke. “Miss Merlot has stepped out with Anise to attend a beauty pageant.” The pain in Elizabeth’s chest flooded up to her eyes and no amount of sniffling could hold the tears back. The nanny quickly paced over to Elizabeth and gently rubbed her back but seeing no effect, lifted Elizabeth into her arms and held her head in her chest while she shushed and bounced the seemingly inconsolable girl. Elizabeth wailed her eyes out as her screams of dissatisfaction echoed through the empty house. The nanny moved out of her room and slowly walked down the hallway to Anise’s nursery and laid the girl, who had managed to get the tears under control, down on a squishy surface. Her school skirt and bloomers were pulled away and a moment later she felt something soft slide under her bum. Her vision was blurry and her nose was plugged up from crying but a moment later she felt her legs spread as something was pulled between them and pinned against her stomach before feeling it pulled tight. The nanny undid the buttons of her shirt and pulled it away before something else was pulled over her head and pulled tight and snapped between her legs. Elizabeth rubbed her eyes to clear them and looked down. She was in a diaper and a onesie. Bridget picked her up again and held her. “I know you’re a bit jealous of Anise and the treatment she gets and this is the only way I know to help or include you. Your mother may not approve but I think you grew up a bit too fast and just need a bit of a breather from all of this adult stuff.” Bridget loosely explained. Elizabeth was carried back to her room and tucked into bed before Bridget pushed a pacifier into her mouth and kissed her forehead. Bridget left the room and flicked off the light with a sweet goodnight. It was the first time Elizabeth felt noticed in a long, long time. Her hands explored the onesie and plastic surface of the diaper. It wasn’t a bad feeling, it felt cosy and reassuring. She was out like a light in minutes, the worries of homework and school could be dealt with the next day. She woke up the next morning the most rested she had ever felt but in her regular pyjamas. She thought it was just a dream until she found a simple note from Bridget that read “I hope you’re feeling better.” Bridget would occasionally give her this treatment when they had a night alone for the next year until Bridget was thrown out by Miss Merlot with no explanation. Elizabeth felt like it was her fault, that maybe her mother had caught on to her rare ‘baby nights.’ Bridget was replaced by a strict and harsh nanny that paddled Elizabeth purple when she found a diaper tucked in the depths of her nightstand that she had taken from Anise’s room and berated her that diapers were not for Amazon girls her age. She and Anise were both worse off as even the tiniest infraction resulted in a spanking, or corner time, or any other punishment the nanny could come up with. Her mother was busy in the office or at work a majority of the time and didn’t really have any inputs on the new nanny’s methods. Elizabeth closed herself off until she was of an age where she could look after herself and be more independent from the new nanny that only spent minimal amounts of time with her to begin with. After Elizabeth had joined the nanny industry she hunted down Bridget to catch up but mostly to get an explanation. She hadn’t found Bridget until a month before her visit to see Bethany. Bridget was still a Nanny and had moved on to a wealthy Amazon family with a gaggle of five littles in their care. Elizabeth felt tears in her eyes as Bridget explained the circumstances of her dismissal. In short she had asked, even begged, Miss Merlot to take a more involved role in Elizabeth’s life which she didn’t take well. She was dismissed for telling her employer how to parent. Anise had been crying that day because she felt bad for Elizabeth and wanted Bridget to help Elizabeth open up a little and enjoy her childhood more than just endless homework and avoiding Anise. She wanted a sister to play with and be a part of her life. Elizabeth had fond memories of the ‘baby nights’ but had packed them within herself to the deepest parts of her psyche. She felt terrible for resenting Anise for all of these years but the resentment of little’s wouldn’t be washed away so easily which is why she had begun a cruel streak as a nanny when she started. Her time with the cruel nanny post-Bridget had left a lasting impression on her for how littles should be treated and she felt bad for thinking all littles were just dumb babies. Anise was a sharp cooks and Elizabeth had a flood of realisations that Anise did her best within her bounds and capacity to include Elizabeth. The next flash was of her older sister coming home on leave from the military. Bethany was in her dress uniform, an all black skirt and jacket covered in ribbons and medals, a black beret that melded with her jet black hair atop her head. Her mother congratulated her and praised her for some rank or achievement, who knew, it was all above Elizabeth’s head and she couldn’t care less. Bethany’s accomplishments were all her mother seemed to notice despite the wall of shelves with trophies and medals in her room from every sport and academic accomplishment she had earned up to the age of 15. Her mother had scolded her for second place on the first trophy she had won. Despite participating for an event two grades above her own, the second place trophy was in her mother’s words, “nothing to be proud of.” Bethany looked exhausted, there were dark bags under her eyes and Elizabeth could tell she was holding something in that she wasn’t telling her mother or letting out at all. Their mother was emotionally unavailable and lacked any skill to read people’s troubles or worries. Bethany just kept her eyes cast towards the ground as if in shame as her mother showered her in praises. Elizabeth caught a glimpse of her all powerful older sister’s lower lip trembling for just a brief moment, her posture was off and she wasn’t standing proud like an Amazon should. She looked… weak. The memory skipped forward to her standing in front of Bethany’s bedroom door that had remained unchanged since she had moved out to the military base. The house was excessively large with a number of guest rooms so there was no need to confiscate and repurpose the room. The door swung open and she stepped in next to Bethany who had changed into something more comfortable and had let her long hair out of the tight braid the military dress code required. Her body language was defensive, but seeing Elizabeth, her shoulders slouched a little and she became more relaxed. She didn’t know why she did it but she just leaned forward and opened up her arms and embraced Bethany. She was just a head shorter than Bethany at this point and she put her head in the crook of Bethany’s neck as she pulled herself in. It was the first time she had really shown any physical emotion to her family, being so far apart in age, she wasn’t really a part of her life aside from the very few years she had when she was just a baby before Bethany had deployed, and a few sporadic holidays here and there. In fact she had only met her brother less than a handful of times and she had enough fingers on one hand to count the amount of times her mother had shown her any attention like this. She wasn’t expecting it but Bethany just broke down crying in her arms and brought her own arms up to hold her tight as she let go and uncontrollably sobbed. She couldn’t really form coherent words as she soaked Elizabeth’s t-shirt with tears but she gathered that something had gone terribly wrong on her last mission and that she was leaving the service. When Bethany calmed down, the two just sat together and talked, it was a critical memory for Elizabeth and it’s when Bethany explained how to get a deferment from the military. Bethany would secretly use her military accomplishments as merit points that the Merlot family had done their fair share of service to help with Elizabeth’s deferment. Bethany didn’t know that Elizabeth was well aware of what she had done to help her get out of the mandatory service but she was glad to have a big sister watching out for her. The next thing she knew she was standing on the stairs to the stage at her graduation. She was a year ahead of schedule and would soon be leaving for a prestigious nanny school. She was happy, her sister had helped her through the process of getting the deferment and was now working for a tech company in the private sector. Elizabeth was happy for her, she seemed much more relaxed and happy now but she still would occasionally get in a depressive episode. Bethany and her often talked and lately their phone calls had revolved around Bethany adopting a little, she didn’t know when and she wasn’t in a huge rush but she knew it’s what she wanted to do. She teased that it would help her pick up ladies having a little because who couldn’t resist an adopted little. Bethany had come out as gay to their mother shortly after her discharge. That went over as well as everyone expected, which was to say a complete disaster and screaming match between Beth Merlots. Nasty things were said, doors were slammed, Elizabeth avoided the crossfire. She claimed it was all of that time spent around dudes being complete idiots and almost getting her killed in the field but Elizabeth kept her mouth shut about her platoon being mostly female. Elizabeth had picked up on Bethany’s tendencies and the phone conversation she had sneakily eavesdropped on when she was still in school and living at home when she was younger came to mind and made infinitely more sense now that she was older and more mature about the sexual lives of younger adults. Bethany was much better off now that she wasn’t constantly under their mother’s thumb living at home again. Her thoughts cleared as her name was called and she strutted across the stage. She heard cheering from the auditorium's stands as she accepted her diploma and looked out over the crowd. The couple of years since Bethany had left the service had really been some of Elizabeth’s most memorable, it was Bethany who was being rowdy in the audience of otherwise stoic amazons. She could faintly make out people sitting on either side of Bethany but couldn’t tell who. She blushed and scurried across the stage and back to her seat while she waited for the ceremony to end. Bethany hunted her down while she said congrats to her few friends after the principal had dismissed them for the last time. On her hip was Anise and in tow behind her was their older brother. It was strange meeting him for the first time in her nearly adult life, the Merlot genes were strong and he had the same black hair and golden eyes as her despite all three of them having different fathers from their mother’s different flings. He was handsome for Mid 30’s. He was even taller than Bethany by quite a bit and was broadly built with wide shoulders. He was in a very professional suit as was Bethany in a classy business pantsuit. Bethany spoke up “I brought along Mathew, I hope that’s okay, mom is being mom which is nothing new and is busy with some executive meeting. Sorry little sis.” The ‘little sis’ brought tears to Elizabeth’s eyes but she promised herself she wouldn’t cry and instead lunged forward and hugged Bethany who caught her with her free arms and rubbed her back. Anise patted her head and congratulated her quietly before she turned to Mathew. “Long time no see squirt.” He said awkwardly as he rubbed the back of his neck and looked away to the side in embarrassment. “Hi big bro.” Elizabeth said teasingly as she moved over to give him a hug too. Their little family, no matter how screwed up it might have been, felt nice. “Uh, so this is my wife.” Mathew said awkwardly as he sidestepped a little to reveal a tweener girl standing behind him. “Thanks for the late introduction.” She teasingly said, slugging him in the shoulder before hugging Elizabeth tightly. It made sense now why she hadn’t seen Mathew in forever, surely their mother would not be happy about his relationship with a tweener with her old school ways of thinking. Mathew’s wife introduced herself as “Patricia or Patty, whichever is fine.” She was a fireball and a hoot, easily had Matt wrapped around her little fingers and seemed to be the one wearing the pants in the relationship which was funny because all of her memories of Mathew were his super serious demeanour and stoic expressions. Patty seemed to break all that and Elizabeth was happy to see him smiling. Patty was a dirty blonde borderline brunette with a smattering of freckles over her nose and was on the tall side for a tweener but still shorter than Elizabeth. Her eyes were a hazel greenish hee and she wore a nice, white, loose fitting dress and minimal jewellery aside from the massive rock on her left ring finger. She was very sweet and had moments of timidness around Matt but always stepped up to challenge him. They all went out to dinner to celebrate together but Elizabeth’s eyes kept following Patty. She didn’t put things together until they were in the parking lot after dinner. “You’re pregnant aren’t you?” She asked out loud unintentionally as soon as the lightbulb went off. It was the first time in the evening that Patty acted a little bashful as they stood outside the car, her foot drawing circles on the pavement before she replied “damn Amazon maternal instincts, at least you made it a bit longer than Bethany over there, she picked up on it almost as soon as she picked us up from the airport!” Bethany and Elizabeth laughed together and congratulated them. Anise threw out a cute and excited “imma be an auntie?” Which got everyone laughing. They were all in the car headed back to the Merlot estate when Elizabeth was dying to know how Patty and Matty met. “You know, spy things, foreign enemies with a forbidden love. Lots of explosions, undercover operations, turning traitors, all the sappy movie things you see.” Patty responded nonchalantly for Mathew as he drove while she played with Anise in her car seat, tickling her feet for lots of adorable giggles. Elizabeth didn’t know how much of that to really accept but she had heard whisperings of Mathew’s job and potentially being a secret agent which she couldn’t confirm. It was cute, and the idea of a fantasy movie love like that really sounded amazing, she wondered if she’d ever find a love like that. The car pulled up outside the main house and they all disembarked and headed for the front door. Their mother was waiting for them at the door and she stood with crossed arms as she looked at the group. “Elizabeth, congratulations are in order for your early graduation, there is a cake in the dining room. Her eyes narrowed as she looked at Mathew and down at Patty. Hello Mathew and Patricia, pleasure to have you with us this fine evening.” The way she said that didn’t sound like it was a pleasure. “Bethany, welcome home, I’ve had the Maid ready your room and a guest room for the young couple. Anise’s nanny has the evening off so I will take her and get her ready for bed.” She said as she picked up Anise. “Say goodnight sweetie.” She told Anise who gave a little yawn and wave with her goodnight. Despite Elizabeth’s neglected upbringing, Her mother did seem to care greatly for Anise. Maybe if she hadn’t spent her life slaving away to run the little Merlot empire, she’d have had more time to develop a relationship with her children. The small group minus their mother ate cake at the kitchen bar together, laughing and having a good time telling old stories. Elizabeth didn’t even mind being the butt of the jokes of their memories of her as a child. Even though they didn’t have a ton of time together they all had their individual and unique stories and they felt like family which filled Elizabeth’s heart, hoping she’d have this some day. Her dreams spiralled into thoughts of Max. She’d only known him for an evening but her dreams devolved to a whole group of black and red haired children laughing and swarming her, it looked and sounded perfect. She dreamed of him whisking her away and sweeping her off her feet. There were tons of flashes of her submission to him but it felt right. Elizabeth’s eyes slowly opened from the dream of old memories. She felt incredibly well rested. Daylight was what had woken her up and at first she panicked a little seeing the bars surround her. Then she felt the unforgiving restraints of the sleeper she had been put in followed by the soaked cool diaper around her waist. It all came back to her slowly and she smiled a little as she turned her head to the side and saw the pacifier laying on the mattress next to her head. As the morning fog cleared from her eyes and focused a little more she noticed something beyond the bars of the crib. ‘A fabric wall? It moves?’ Her eyes followed the grey fabric up which turned into the shapely curves of a woman and finally landed on an older woman’s face. Well not super old, like late 40’s early 50’s she determined after she focused a little more. Someone was standing over her watching her sleep in the crib and it wasn’t Max.

So… got in a car wreck last Monday… that was fun, not my fault and everyone is fine, just a bummer that my car is totaled and I’m stiff. Spent the week on bed rest and had a lot of time to write between dealing with insurance, the lawyers, and doctors and got a touch carried away… accidentally wrote like 12k words for chapter 23. Then I thought I should break it up a little and wrote some more to make the first part of the chapter more so Elizabeth’s backstory, which backstory is my favorite thing, will hopefully explain her habits and why she descended so quickly. Trying to work on character development and character interaction for another story I want to write in the DD when I stumbled upon an old prompt that went unnoticed/untouched and got a lot of things firing in my head. Been reading a lot of @bbykimmy stories lately which I somehow missed in all of my years as a forum ghost and love how dark some of them get, I have some dark stories I wrote for a different site that isn’t abdl but I have a hard time staying dark with my characters(also makes me feel less bad about some of my smutty tendencies because some of her work is just🥵). Also just discovered the keeper/pet universe she created and that has me in all sorts of moods, didn’t think I was much for pet play but now I’m a little more than curious. Anyways really makes me want to get better at writing and flush out my character interactions. I’m going to proof the new chapter 23 here in a minute then get to work on 24/maybe 25 for Elizabeth too? Not sure if I’ll break up 24 a bit and make it two chapters, we’ll see how much more I end up adding as I proof, may warrant two chapters after all. Stay tuned for the next episode of drag… Little Misunderstanding.

Howdy all… so sorry for the long long wait. A lot has been happening with the start of the new year. Was busy with work, then got my new lease, the apartment I’ve been in for 4 years decided to price themselves out of my tax bracket all of a sudden which was fun🙃. Loved that and loved house hunting and moving even more🤮. Finally got caught up with some work and was feeling inspired to write. I tried to make this an extra long chapter to make up for my sudden disappearance and long wait. It’s a little more XX but those of you who have made it this far into the series have probably come to expect that at this point. I wish I could figure out how to update the topic board title to let everyone know that this new chapter is up but I’m a little forum incompetent… anyways I hope you all enjoy, again, terribly sorry for the wait. Chapter 22 Max and Elizabeth Max was back to his insane driving habit but Elizabeth didn’t really mind. The strap between her legs holding the cooled diaper against her was doing wonders for her sex drive, she just hoped Max was ready to pounce as soon as they got back to his place. His eyes said enough to let her know that was the case, the driving reflected that he was more so in a focused hurry than he was about enjoying the car's performance. Elizabeth wasn’t really sure how long the drive was from the theatre as she could barely focus on much more than Max and the strap assaulting her diaper between her legs with the aggressive driving manoeuvres he was performing. It didn’t feel like a long drive though before Max was pulling up to a secluded gated driveway outside of the city limits. The driveway was long and it only added to the anxiousness Elizabeth was feeling. Finally the house came into view but more realistically the mansion that Max lived in. It was almost castle-esque in appearance with its sturdy stone exterior but had some modern takes on it. There was a detached garage that they pulled into before Max exited the vehicle and walked to the front and retrieved her purse and his blazer before coming around to her side. He opened the door and made quick work of stripping the harness away before offering her a hand to help her out. She rose out of the car and looked around the garage. There were several more sports cars in different colours and manufacturers in the garage along with a few large luxury SUVs. Elizabeth started to get a grasp on Max’s wealth. Max released her hand once she was out of the car but left it hanging in the air, palm up waiting for something to be placed in it. “Your dress, hand it over.” He commanded in a no nonsense deep voice. “I… I can’t.” Elizabeth blushed and held her palms against the fabric. “Can’t what?” Max said, a domineering demeanour taking over now that they were actually alone. She knew what he was going for now as she looked down at his open hand. “I can’t, daddy.” Elizabeth blushed even more as she quietly whispered her response, correcting herself. If she had been looking up, she would have seen the devious smile across his face. “I see, so I guess I will need to help you out of it then. It's a shame really.” Max said as he set her purse down and released his blazer to fall to the clean epoxy garage floor. He took one step forward and put his hands on her shoulders and in a quick and powerful movement spun her around to face the car she had just exited. He pushed her over onto the roof of the car and took hold of the back of her dress. The fabric tore easily in his large hands, the zipper being destroyed in the process. “There, not so hard was it? My little Lizzie.” Max said as Elizabeth was still a little stunned at the action. As she rose from the car, the tattered dress fell to her ankles leaving her in just her undergarments and diaper. “Much better.” Max commented as he took in the sight, his eyes devouring her body as she bashfully stood there looking away. There was some fear that Bethany would kill her for destroying the dress but Max’s forwardness had her burning up even more. “I’ve sent all of the help home for the evening so it’s just going to be us here for the night.” Max said as he leaned over to retrieve the items he had dropped and turned around to leave the garage. Elizabeth was nervous to follow him out of the garage into the open, the safe privacy of the garage would be taken away outside but he was already a few paces in front of her. He paused briefly to look over his shoulder and asked in a voice that was more of a command than a question “are you coming?” Elizabeth put herself in motion to catch up to him. He held out his hand for her and she took it as she was led across the courtyard to the house. The cool night air tickled her skin and she quickly had goosebumps forming, also partially generated from her excitement. Being led around by the hand by Max and his overpowering presence had her in throws of submission. It wasn’t a feeling she had ever felt before, being submissive as she was right now. Bethany had power over her with the LCU but that didn’t make her feel submissive like Max did. She wanted to be called a good girl and be his good girl, she wanted to be happy and him to be happy. It was a strange feeling that would require more digesting. They approached the front door and Max released her hand to push open the twin folding doors that just added to the castle vibe with their heavy wood and iron construction. He stood off to the side to let Elizabeth enter with a gesture to welcome her in. As she stood in the main entrance room Max closed the doors. The warm air helped relax the goosebumps to some extent. She looked around, it was a little dimly lit that matched the masculine and powerful personality of Max. There was a spiral staircase on either side of the front foyer with heavy wrought iron railings. She turned a little to take in the room before her eyes came to him. “Welcome to my house. I’d say I’d give you a tour first but we both know that isn’t necessary at the moment.” Max said with a smirk as his eyes lingered on the yellow padding between Elizabeth’s legs. “First we should take care of that though.” Elizabeth blushed as Max took her hand to guide her again. She was expecting to be led up the stairs to where she assumed the bedrooms would be but with her eyes locked to the floor in embarrassment, she didn’t realise she had been led past them. Instead Max guided her to a secret door underneath the stairs. She finally looked up when she took her first step downwards instead of up like she had thought. Max was focused forward and just gave her hand a little pull to encourage her to follow. She complied and followed him down the stairs. The stairs were quite long as they spiralled downwards into what Elizabeth was suspecting to be the basement. They came to another door and Max placed his palm in the centre, a soft beep followed by the sound of heavy locks disengaging before the door swung open for them. Elizabeth looked into the room not knowing what to expect aside from prison cells of a castle dungeon as she was led into the large room. Dungeon was the correct terminology, just more so sex dungeon. There was a large canopy style bed facing the door that caught her attention first and she could feel a draw towards it. She desperately wanted to embrace Max on that bed. It was dark hardwood with crimson red sheets and black pillows. If she had to put what the room looked like to her it would be the complete opposite of a nursery. Where a nursery was brightly lit and covered in playful colors and soft things, this room was dimly lit to set the mood with dark colours and adult things. There was a bevy of furniture around the room whose purposes Elizabeth could only guess at. Most of the items were covered in D-rings or straps, padding over hard surfaces to protect whoever was bound to them. ‘I’ll be bound to them!’ Elizabeth thought internally as she looked back to Max who had led her to what appeared to be an Amazon sized changing table. Her jaw almost dropped as she looked over the black changing table, she had never seen an Amazon changing table. “So, do I need to destroy the rest of your clothes or are you going to undress yourself properly this time?” Max asked with a raised eyebrow as his eyes continued to roam her body. Elizabeth blushed heavily and shook her head no with “I… I can undress myself…Daddy.” Max nodded his approval, glad she was catching on so quickly. She pulled the straps of the bra off her shoulders and reached behind her back and undid the clasp. She turned her eyes away from Max as she let the bra slide down her arms exposing her chest. Luckily the LCU didn’t see reaching for the waistband of the tights as an attempt to remove her diaper as she pushed them down her legs, kicking off the heels after she got the hose to her feet and undid the straps. She had gained a little confidence from Max’s gaze, it felt good having his eyes on her despite being in a wet diaper that she had created. She spun around to face the changing table. “So this is what has been keeping you away from your diaper and under your sister’s thumb.” Max said as he approached her back, eyeing the LCU panel stuck between her shoulder blades. Elizabeth nodded silently as Max traced the small box with a finger. His contact sent a shiver down her spine. “It’s called the Little Control Unit. Bethany works for a tech firm that designed it and is the project manager for the testing. It’s not on the market yet but should be soon. If you look closely you’ll see a bunch of adhesive stickers around my body that shock me when I go against any command that she gives me.” Elizabeth explained. “Very interesting, I will have to talk to your sister about this more. Being a distributor, that’s just the kind of thing my clients would like.” Max said as he straightened back up a bit. “Now onto the changing table with you.” He commented before he easily gave her a little lift onto the padded surface of the table. Bethany blushed as she laid down and sunk into the cushion a little, the faux leather clinging to her skin. ‘This is it, I’m going to be changed by my crush, practically a stranger I met today, into a clean diaper.’ She thought as she adjusted a little. Max reached under the table and produced a black blindfold. “I’ve noticed my little fox has been struggling with keeping her eyes open so maybe this will help.” He said as he slid the blindfold over her eyes. The new pet name resonated with Elizabeth, it was cute but not as insulting as some little animal like ‘kitten’. With the blindfold taking away her sight she wasn’t really sure what to do but her other senses stepped up a notch. She could hear Max’s slow breathing as if he were right next to her ear and her own heartbeat was almost deafening with the excitement. “If I’ve learned something tonight, it’s your inability to follow orders and keep your hands away from your diaper.” Max said in a logical voice as he opened another drawer under the table. Elizabeth heard some light jingles before she felt something wrap around her wrist and then be pulled tight. The same thing happened to her other wrist and then her ankles, finishing off with her thighs. She knew they were padded leather cuffs and the jingle had to be their steel rings. “How much experience with bondage do you have?” Max asked patiently. “I.. I’ve experimented a little before… daddy.” Elizabeth blushed with her reply. “Then we will start off light tonight then.” He said before he pulled her wrists above her head and clipped them into the table. Her legs were lifted and straps attached to the cuffs. She knew she was now in a similar position to what she had done to Ashley, the biggest difference being her legs were straight up in a split V above her head. His hand moved to the first tape, she flinched a little expecting the LCU to give her a shock but it seemed safe and the command that allowed anyone but her access to her diapers was effective. Time seemed to slow to an almost stand still as he popped each of the tapes until finally she felt the diaper being pulled open. “My my, you almost maxed out the capacity on this one, it’s a good thing you had it.” Max commented as Elizabeth felt it slip out from under her. A fresh diaper was slid underneath her rear shortly after the spent one was pulled away. To Elizabeth it felt a bit different, she couldn’t tell if it was thicker or if it was just because it was dry, she didn’t have the experience with diapers to immediately tell. “We wouldn’t want you making a bigger mess while we play and at your pace, I’m a bit worried you won’t be able to hold your dinner in. It's best if we plug this up.” Max commented as he opened another drawer. Elizabeth felt something extremely cold and smooth at her back entrance. It only took a light bit of pressure for the metal plug to slip inside her. Despite being inside of her it didn’t seem to be acclimating to her body temperature and remained cold as a constant reminder of its presence as Max smeared lotion around her hips and over her smooth mound. Max began to play with his easy access. First his fingers began to circle her extremely sensitive clit. It really only took one pass to have her pulling at her bonds and moaning. “You better not cum without permission from this point onwards.” Max said in his commanding voice as he continued. “Yes… daddy.” Elizabeth responded through laboured breaths. She was struggling however, she had been in max level horniness since the theatre and just his few light touches had her so close to the edge. She couldn’t remember a time before where she had been this turned on. “Can I please daddy?” She managed to beg through laboured breath after a particularly good pass over her fun button. “Please what? I don’t know what you’re asking for if you don’t tell me.” He responded after drawing his hand away. Elizabeth couldn’t see the smile on his face but his tone of voice gave it away entirely. She knew he knew what she meant but she felt extremely bashful and timid laying there on the changing table. Her cheeks were rosey red and she turned her head to the side and shut her eyes behind the blindfold. In a voice barely above a whisper she managed to form the words “may I please cum…daddy?” After a pause with no response, Elizabeth wasn’t entirely sure if he was still even there next to here. “I think I can allow that.” Came the response finally. Her body shuddered at the words, knowing exactly what was to come. He made a few more passes that kept the fire going before she felt something press between her legs. It wasn’t very large but was bulbous and clearly made of a velvety rubber. The action itself brought forth just a minor climax, nothing in comparison to the earth shattering release she had been building up to but a release nonetheless which helped relieve some of the pent up frustration. Her body gave a little involuntary shudder as she clenched her teeth tightly. “Oh, we need to be careful with your teeth, wouldn’t want my little fox to chip a tooth accidentally.” Max commented seeing her clenched smile as she gave a few pants. A moment later she felt some press against her lips and against her better judgement she found her mouth opening almost automatically to accept. Not to her surprise, she felt the silicone nipple of an Amazon sized pacifier gag slide into her mouth and pin her tongue down. A strap was brought around the back of her head and buckled. It was almost involuntary but she felt her mouth give a few gentle suckles to the pacifier, causing the shield to move back and forth against her lips. “If I had brought this with me earlier you would have enjoyed yourself at the restaurant a bit more, but I didn't know exactly where this was going or how much of a little fox you were.” He spoke as his fingers returned to push the object deeper into her sex. She could feel a narrow tail outside that curled up over onto her pelvis and had some idea of what he had just put inside of her. She had seen remote controlled vibrators online before, had even been intrigued by some amateur pornos of people using them in public at restaurants which made her blush even more. She felt something being pressed into her hand above her head, it was small and plastic and her thumb could feel little raised buttons. It was the remote for the vibrator inside of her now. His hand remained in hers as he gently helped guide her thumb to one of the buttons. “This button is to decrease the speed.” He commented as he used her thumb to press the button. She jumped a little in surprise as the vibrator kicked to life at a very low hum. He readjusted his hands and her thumb to the other button she could feel on the remote. “And this button increases speed.” He said as he used her thumb to click up twice on the remote. The vibrator picked up speed dramatically and Elizabeth had to fight to suppress a loud moan, the pacifier helping to muffle the lewd noises her body was trying to make. “Now, you’re not allowed to cum until I finish with your diaper change. I have a second remote myself, we will play a little game. For every click in either direction you go, I will click twice in the opposite direction at my discretion. So if you click down to reduce the intensity, I might immediately click up twice in the opposite direction. Likewise if you click up hoping that I reduce the speed by two clicks I might wait a few minutes to make the change, I will be busy changing your diaper after all. Just a friendly little game where we both get to be the winners. You get to make cummies in your diaper, and I get to watch my little fox enjoy herself.” Max explained. “If you make it through the diaper change, you can come spend the night in bed with me, free of the diaper for the evening. If not… I have a very special crib for you.” The rules of the game were still being analysed in Elizabeth’s head, it was much more complex than she originally thought. The reward and penalty caveats that Max explained at the end also had dramatic differences and the vibrator running between her legs was making it hard to focus. She was also contemplating which route was the actual reward. Clearly, winning was a reward for her, but on the same hand losing was a reward for Max, and she so desperately wanted to make him happy. She figured she’d just play the game and win or lose she’d be winning in the grand scheme of things. “We’ll begin now.” Max said. Almost immediately she clicked up on the vibrator. “Interesting first move, I’ll indulge you since you’ve been holding out already during the explanation.” He clicked down twice for her. She let out a little sigh of relief as the stimulation came down to a much more manageable level. She felt him releasing her leg binds that allowed her lower down onto the table. She was a little grateful as the position had begun to become a little uncomfortable. With her backside down on the diaper fully now, she could clearly tell this diaper was much thicker than the one she had left the apartment in. She could smell the scent of baby powder being applied and could feel the light droppings of the powder on her loins. “It won’t be much fun if you don’t make any moves in our little game so I’ll add a rule. If you go too long without pressing a button I will make the decision for you and go two clicks up.” Max said after the powder had been applied. Elizabeth took the new rule into consideration and contemplated. If she went up, she’d be right back to where she started and it could be awhile before he’d reduce it back down, especially with the critical stage of the diaper change she was currently at. If she went down, he could immediately up the level again to right back where she was and then in good faith of the game she couldn’t immediately make a move. She decided it would be best to go up and nervously pressed the button up again. If she hadn’t had that small orgasm at the beginning she would have already lost at this renewed starting level. Her entire body felt like it was on fire, the submission and thrill was so erotic she almost didn’t know how to contain herself. True to her worries, Max didn’t immediately drop the level and instead she felt his hands begin to explore her. Realistically he was spreading the powder out for an even coating. His touch was gentle yet powerful in a way, it felt like he was kneading her like dough as he rolled her soft skin in his large hands. The powder was a thin protective layer that his hands skated over and acted like a dry lubricant. It felt good, in fact almost too good, to the point she felt her bonds tighten as her body struggled to contain her excitement. What felt like an eternity later, which was only a few minutes at most in reality, she felt his hands leave her skin and felt the vibrator drop to the lowest setting. She relaxed a little, she had won in her mind, at the lowest setting if she went down the device would turn off from here. She relished in her victory with the soft hum between her legs. Max moved on with the diapering process and brought it up between her legs. She took note of how thick it was as it forced her thighs apart. ‘Is it an Amazon sized crawler diaper?’ She pondered, not that it mattered to her much since she would be out of it shortly anyways when she won their game. She had become accustomed slightly to the taping process as she felt the first of the tapes pulled tight sealing around her thigh. He pulled the second tape on the other side onto the landing strip before commenting “it’s your move baby, or do you want daddy to make another move” as he pulled the third tape. She wasn’t sure if he could see the grin on her face from behind the large pacifier shield as her thumb hovered over the down button. With a little bit of regret about winning so easily she pressed the button and the vibrator died. At least for a second before it ramped up to maximum speed. She immediately clenched her entire body against the restraints and barely felt the fourth tape pulled tight. “I guess I forgot to mention that the vibrator will go into maximum power if it goes down from its lowest setting. Daddy always wins.” Max said with a bit of sinisterness in his voice. Not that Elizabeth really heard him as she fought to contain the massive orgasm building, trying to resist with all her might. She barely felt the next tape land and pondered how many tapes this stupid diaper had, if she could just hold for the remaining few she could surely still win. She felt what had to be the last tape pulled tight over her stomach, realizing that there were eight tapes similar to the punishment diaper she had used on Ashley. She managed to hold onto her building orgasm through all of the tapes and still believed she could win if she just held out a bit longer. Unfortunately, similar to the punishment diaper, she felt Max begin the secondary taping process and cinch her waist into the corset-esque diaper. “Sorry about that, almost forgot, it’s my turn.” Max commented before giving his two clicks up. Elizabeth was nervous that it would somehow make the vibrations more intense but it only went down in intensity to the second level. It was a much needed reprieve from the body numbing level that the max setting was. She was so unfocused at this point her thoughts on the game had gone completely out the window. Max was very slowly and meticulously following through with the secondary taping process of cinching the diaper tight around her waist and she had no idea how many were left. She still needed a bit of rest to recuperate from the max level for a minute and was just hoping max wouldn’t immediately return his two clicks. She pressed the down button to lower it a little more, however the vibrator didn’t seem to slow down. Wondering if she hadn’t actually pushed the button, she pressed the down button again. The vibrator registered both clicks at once and ramped back up to the maximum speed which took her breath away and caused her body to test the durability of the changing table’s restraint anchors. The sudden jolt of pleasure caused Elizabeth to fumble the tiny remote and she could barely hear the sound of it clatter against the floor. “Oh, so you’re skipping daddy’s turn? I think you’ll need a penalty for cheating and using two clicks.” Max had paused his diapering process and leaned over to get close to Elizabeth’s ear. “How about double however many clicks up I would’ve gotten for each click down you did. But I guess eight clicks up would put you right back at the maximum again. I would yield my turn but it seems you have dropped your lifeline. There are only two tapes left if you can hold out for just that much longer you’ll win.” Elizabeth swore she could hear the victory in his voice, his warm breath on her ear was pushing buttons she didn’t know she had. She felt him pull one of the last two tapes tight and press it against her diaper. Time seemed to drag on for eternity at this point, she was so close to falling over the edge into the sea of pleasure that had building in her diaper she wasn’t sure she was going to make it. Finally the last tape was detached from its anchor and she felt the padding of the diaper pull tight against her. Her mind repeated ‘just a few more seconds’ to encourage her victory and hold out. She had just about made it when suddenly there was a gentle, almost imperceivable movement at her chest. The minimal touch of Max on her nipple completely shattered any focus she had and she slipped over the edge. Originating from the vibrator in her centre, her body pulled tight against the restraints, it was like time stopped for her, she couldn’t even manage to breath. The blackness behind the blindfold covering her eyes danced with little white stars which soon became a flood of blinding white light. Her body felt like it weighed ten times as much as every muscle refused to follow any sort of command. She didn’t even notice the last tape landing. Max leaned over close to her ear while his large hand moved to palm her the mass of padding between her legs. In his low, powerful voice, he breathed into her ear a simple phrase, “good girl.” His hand pressed down on the padding and the two words broke through the fog of pleasure in her head. She didn’t even stand a chance as wave after wave washed over her body. Had it not been for the pacifier in her mouth, she surely would have been screaming obscenities if she could even form words in this state. Elizabeth had never felt anything like this before in her life. The padding being pressed into her grew warm as her body gave up all forms of control to Max. She would later debate if she had been brought to a squirting orgasm for the first time in her life or if her body had just ceased control of her bladder. As the orgasm slowed down, her body would occasionally convulse. The vibrator was shut down finally to prevent overstimulation. Max stood at the side with a large grin and watched as the Amazon on her changing slowly recovered from her loss. As the convulsions came to an end or at least reduced to small twitches she felt the cuffs around her body release. The blindfold was lifted and she was allowed to shakily sit up. Max easily scooped her up off of the changing table, and carried her to the large bed she had seen when entering. He delicately laid her on the bed in just her diaper and stepped away. The silk sheets were a bit of sensory overload in her current state but the coolness was welcomed. It was the first opportunity to see the diaper she had been sealed in at this point. It was as she expected, an Amazon sized punishment diaper. She flexed her thighs and could feel the stiff spreader bar in the seat between her thighs. It had the same tapes as the little variant which caused it to hug her waist tightly. It was grey with crimson roses adorning the surface, it was actually very pretty for a diaper Elizabeth reasoned as her hands touched the plastic exterior. The LCU had recognized it as her diaper and gave her a little warning. Max returned a moment later with what she assumed was some nightwear since she didn’t have any clothes after he destroyed her dress and had confiscated her undergarments. She was still a bit out of it and didn’t really see what he had retrieved for her to wear. She felt his hands roaming her body and came down her legs to lift each one and slide the garment up. She wasn’t really paying attention as she was dressed. It was a dark maroon velvet material and felt good against her skin and matched the aesthetic of the rest of the room. It was a little tight but comfortably so and helped keep her warm in the cool air that was starting to get to her. He pulled the material up her legs and over the diaper. It seemed to have been designed for the bulk of a diaper as it didn’t struggle to accommodate the mass of padding. She then realised that her feet were also encased in the material as Max rolled her over onto her stomach and fed her arms into sleeves. Predictably so the sleeper she was being put in also had attached mittens that encased her hands. A zipper was pulled up her back slowly and she could hear and feel the locking panel over the zipper pull being closed at her neck. Max then went to work folding her calf back to her thigh and pulling an integrated black strap tight, keeping her heel pinned against her diaper. He duplicated the process to her other leg and then to her arms, pinning her wrists against her shoulders. A strap around her hips was pulled taught and then two straps between her legs were pulled from front to back and tightened. It pulled the cooling diaper into her skin and reminded her of the accident she had had on the changing table. It occurred to her then that she had found Ashley bound to the changing table in a puddle of her own making and she started to put things together and give herself a little grin, thinking that Bethany had done the same thing more or less to Ashley that Max had just done to her. Max released the pacifier gag and slowly extracted it from her mouth, toying with her a little as he pulled it out a little then would release the handle, her body betraying her and sucking it back in. She didn’t know where this oral fixation had come from and had never heard of an Amazon with a suckling issue. He only toyed with her a few more times before he crawled into the bed and easily hoisted his trussed up Amazon onto his lap, letting her straddle him and rest her head on his chest in her incapacitated state. His hands held her diapered rear and gently kneaded the padding against her, his hands moving up occasionally to rub her back. It was pure bliss to Elizabeth as she just cuddled into his hard chest and breathed slowly, a bit of internet research at a later time would deem this aftercare. Max didn’t say a word, just gently caressed her. If she had taken a moment to look up to him she would’ve seen the smile on his face, not one of his devious or intelligent smiles but a smile of happiness. She scooted up after a time and came eye level with him before leaning in for a kiss. Her body responded and she found herself attempting to grind on him, her restrained condition made it a little difficult to get a purchase on the silk sheets of the bed with just her knees and elbows for support. She felt a rise at his hip level and knew she had his attention. “Seeing how I lost and was the only one to have some fun, it only seems fair that I give daddy a reward for winning.” Elizabeth said, the timidness had left and she brought out the Amazon boldness she had tucked away. She smiled as she scooted lower and crawled down till her eyes were level with his pant’s button. She nuzzled her face into his groin and managed to get her teeth on his zipper to pull it down. She looked up with pleading eyes for some aid and for a moment Max let go of his serious dominant demeanour to bring his hands up to the button and hook his thumbs into the waistband to pull them down. He undid his shirt as well and lay there naked for her. His body was absolutely perfect as she suspected, he must have spent a good amount of time in the gym building his physique. From what she had gathered, it was all for this, this was what he was attracted to. His Amazon dominance was so powerful he craved a submissive Amazon, a little or a tweener would be too simple and easy to control. To have a submissive Amazon or to force one into a submissive role, he would have to be able to overpower their own pride, hence why he was so built. She was falling head over heels for him and she wanted to show her commitment. He helped support her head and keep her hair out of her face as she went down on him. Where the bathroom at the theatre was pure carnal desire and a touch violent, this was much more sensual and a show of appreciation. The only sounds made were her diaper rustling under the fabric of the sleeper and soft slurping noises. Despite being unpracticed in oral, Elizabeth was a fast learner and picked up his reactions to her movements. She wouldn’t say it was attempts to tease him but she definitely did her best to drag it out. Sealed in the sleeper and diaper as she was, she knew she wouldn’t be able to offer other parts of herself at the moment so she wanted this to be the best she could make it. It was apparently working as she listened to his soft groans of approval while she kneeled between his legs on her knees and elbows. His hands help support her head as she moved, he wasn’t guiding her but letting her take initiative in the actions. Her jaw ached a bit but she was so engrossed in him that she pushed it aside. After fifteen minutes or more she decided to finish him and from what she had learned over the time frame, she knew what buttons to push to achieve that. She felt him tense up and the hands on either side of her head locked her in position. His hips pushed forward slightly as he released into her mouth with a long groan. She happily swallowed and continued to administer light stimulations to prolong his release. She had never felt this way, so content and submissive and had the vibrator inside her still been turned on, even at the lowest setting, she would’ve joined him at the same time. She smiled up to him and collapsed down to lay her head on his thigh. She only lasted a few minutes to hear the simple praise of “good girl” before she was out like a light. Max smoothly extracted himself from under her without stirring her. He slipped on a pair of pyjama pants that matched the sleep she was in and moved to the side of the bed closer to her. He easily hoisted her up into his arms and laid her head over his shoulder while supporting her diapered rear. He carried her out of the playroom and up the stairs to the nursery he had pieced together. It had taken a considerable amount of time to piece together, all of the furniture fully custom made to accommodate an Amazon. He carried her over to the crib and let the side rails down before laying her down inside. He went to a small panel on the wall next and slid the door open to pull out a bottle and set it in the nook. The in room dispenser quickly filled the bottle after he made a selection on a small touch screen for warm milk with a mild sedative and diuretic. He screwed the lid onto the bottle and crept back over to the crib where Elizabeth lay sleeping. He gently prodded her lips with the nipple and she only stirred a little before her mouth opened to accept the teet. He knew she’d be thirsty after their little session but she drained the bottle much faster than he expected. He decided he’d give her a second bottle of plain milk which she drank a bit slower. When she was done he walked out of the room looking back over to the crib where Elizabeth was now enclosed with the side up and a top set of bars folded down. He had slid a pacifier into her mouth easily once the bottle was done and could see the shield gently bouncing up and down. It felt good to have his nursery’s first occupant as he closed the door. Elizabeth had only been feigning sleep after being laid in the crib and her eyes shot open as soon as the door closed. She panted a little as her face turned dark red in embarrassment but she felt so happy she could barely contain herself, this felt more like a win for her at each passing moment. Internally there were a ton of conflicting emotions but too many things were bouncing around at the same time to even begin to process a thought fully. She hadn’t known about the mild sleep aid that had been added to the bottle but it didn’t really matter as she felt her eyes droop and seal for the night. __________________ Might stick with Max and Elizabeth for the next chapter as well, have some good ideas of where I want to go with it and their relationship. I have some good ideas for Ashley and Bethany too but I’m enjoying Max and Elizabeth more at the moment and the ideas I have for Elizabeth are just too tempting.

Sorry all for such a long delay on the next chapter. I always forget how insane December and January get at work and have pretty much thrown the candle in the fire to get things lined up so the rest of the year goes smoothly. Owning a business and running a day job is not ideal if you like free time. Hopefully soon I’ll have more time to write. I have a pretty good start on the next chapter of Elizabeth and Max, just working out how to keep the steam going. Been alternating between the two pairs off and on as the ideas come to me. Started working a little on a new story, just rough drafts and brainstorming. Revisited some of my other stories and have been polishing them a little to get something else out for you guys. Thank you guys for checking in on me and the support for the work so far, I’m fine, just keeping my head above water with life.

Sorry I haven’t posted recently and worried some of y’all, the worried DM’s were so nice and I can’t thank you enough. Spent last week with covid for the first time, don’t know how I made it so long without catching it, can’t say that it was fun. Proceeded to pick up bronchitis on top of Covid as well which made it that much more fun. Did get to binge all of my favorite movie series though while I suffered on the couch. Hopefully now that I’m feeling better I can get back into writing. I had started the Lizzie-Max arch continuation but not sure if it’s what I was expecting or not yet, we’ll see what I do with that since I’m having trouble with the the order of operations and making sure it flows. I’m out of the woods though but not 100% yet. Again thank you guys for the DM’s, it really means a lot.

Didn’t have a whole lot of time to proof-read this chapter so let me know if anything is too hard to understand. Spent the long weekend in little mode and only wrote off and on as I had time with my phone so sorry if it was a long wait. as always, thanks for reading! ————- Chapter 21 Bethany made quick work of getting Ashley dry before she started to shiver in the cool open air of the bathroom. Bethany let the towel drape over Ashley as she dried herself. She teased a bit with a slow, methodical, sensual show for Ashley before she wrapped the towel around her hips, leaving her chest open to taunt Ashley. She had noticed Ashley staring and knew her little mind had a goal. Satisfied, Bethany leaned over and swaddled Ashley in the oversized towel before she picked her up and cradled her in her arms. She carried Ashley out to the bed and laid her down before going to the closet to retrieve the cuff case. Ashley’s arms were pinned by the towel and laying on the bed kept her from removing the towel so she could only watch as Bethany opened the case to reveal the set of pink cuffs that had started this all. “Alright princess. We tested the restraint portion of these cuffs but we haven’t really tested the capture portion of the name. How about we play a little game?” Bethany proposed as she stood over Ashley laying on the bed. Ashley looked up to Bethany, her eyes lingering on the exposed nipple, a few strands of her hair partially covering the other which made it even more seductive. “What do you have in mind mommy?” Ashley asked after a moment to register that Bethany was talking to her and drawing her eyes away from her chest. “How about a game of hide and seek. You can hide anywhere in the apartment and mommy will come find you. When I do, I’ll try and get the cuffs on you and capture you. Feel free to fight back.” Bethany explained, giving Ashley a little wink. Ashley pondered it for a minute before nodding okay. “This will be fun but first we need to get you some protection. Maybe some trainers so you don’t accidentally leave any puddles around the apartment and give away your location.” Bethany left to go to the nursery and returned a minute later holding the thickest pull-up they had on hand. They really only kept pull-ups around in case they had a little that needed to be diaper broken. “This should be good for you baby.” Bethany said as she started to help Ashley out of the towel. “But mommy! That’s too thick for hide and seek, it’s going to be too loud.” Ashley protested as Bethany opened up the pull up and began to thread it onto her feet. “Oh if it’s going to be too loud, I have something that will help you stay quiet.” Bethany grinned. She bounced into the closet and pulled out the case for all of the other items that had been used on Ashley in the test room. She dragged it out and popped it open to expose everything that was available. She fished around until she found what she was looking for as she held up the pacifier for Ashley. “Mommy, that’s not going to stop my pull up from making noise.” Ashley protested as Bethany stepped closer. “It won’t but it will help you stay quiet won’t it?” Bethany said as she popped open the back and extracted the cartridge of soap flavour and slid in a small red vial while Ashley wasn’t looking. She approached Ashley and held it up to her lips, she hesitantly looked down at the pacifier. “Already resisting? That’s okay, it’s more fun having to use a bit of force.” Bethany punctuated that sentence by grabbing the centre of Ashley’s pull-up. Ashley gasped at the action as it took her off guard. That short amount of time was all it took for Bethany to slide the pacifier into her mouth and inflate the bulb. Playing along, Ashley knew she could potentially get the pacifier out if the straps weren’t done up to hold it in place. Her hands shot to her face to grab straps to prevent Bethany from securing them. Bethany just smiled as she easily flipped Ashley on the bed so she was laying on her stomach. She flipped Ashley’s hair out of the way while she held her down with one hand. Ashley had managed to take hold of the straps to deny access in an attempt to keep the gag from being secured. Bethany straddled Ashley to keep her pinned down to the bed as her hands began to pry Ashley’s away from the strap. It was quite difficult to free Ashley’s clenched fists, she didn’t want to exert too much force and hurt Ashley by accident but she had to free the straps. After a few moments she managed to wrangle Ashley’s hands away and pinned them to the bed above her head with one hand. It was a bit of a challenge to manipulate the straps with one hand and get them together but she managed and soon had the buckle done, sliding the loose tail into the retaining loop. “See, not so bad right?” Bethany commented as she rolled Ashley back, the pull up crinkling under Bethany. Ashley nodded her confirmation that it was okay, in reality the resistance had been a huge rush and she started having thoughts of their game of hide and seek and how much resistance she could put up once she was found. Bethany’s eyes looked predatory, narrowed slightly but her smile told Ashley that she loved the fight and both were loving the power dynamic. Ashley finally realised that the pacifier didn’t taste like soap but instead had a strawberry flavour. She had a slightly puzzled look on her face before Bethany spoke up. “You’re not being punished so I swapped out the cartridge. I’m sure you know what the strawberry flavour means, right?” Ashley knew that the strawberry flavour was a diuretic, not very potent but the full dose would only last about 2 hours or so and have a little wetting within the first hour on a full bladder. “It’s part of the game. The longer you last the more of that sweet strawberry flavour you’ll take in. If you’re too good at hiding from mommy, you might accidentally have to take the full dose. I’ll take the pacifier out after your timeout so if you get caught a little earlier you’ll only get some of the dosage.” Bethany stated as she stood Ashley up on the floor. It would be a tricky game, to have a good enough hiding spot that she didn’t get caught immediately but not too good that she’d have to suck down the entire vial of the strawberry flavoured diuretic. She started thinking of good places that would accommodate this challenge. “Now, mommy is going to wait here and count to 100. That will give you plenty of time to find a hiding spot. When mommy is ready I’ll call out ‘ready or not here I come’ and the game will be officially on.” Bethany explained. Ashley was guided to the bedroom door and gently pushed out onto the hardwood. Bethany smiled down at her and closed the door before Ashley could hear slow counting “one, two, three…” Ashley looked forward down the hall. She had pretty much already settled on the hiding spot she’d choose. She tried to be a little sneaky moving down the hallway in case Bethany was listening through the door but her pull up seemed even louder than her footsteps. She rustled her way into the nursery, the light and door open still from when Bethany had taken off her dirty diaper, and found her goal. The crib, or rather underneath the crib. With the gate open to the mattress, it would rest on the floor creating a small enclosure underneath it. She rustled her way over to the crib and knelt down onto all fours in front of the crib, letting her hands slide underneath the gate and quietly lifted it. She quickly shimmied her way underneath the crib and then let the gate down back onto the floor. There were some extra stuffed animals stored down here and some more packages of diapers. She scooted to the far side away from the gate and grabbed one of the stuffies, a pink lion with a fluffy mane, and held it in her arms against her chest. The crib faced the door so Ashley would be able to see Bethany when she entered. She also had the advantage of being low to the ground which meant with Bethany’s height she would have to get low down to see Ashley under the crib. She felt a little cold and hiding in the dark under the crib felt secure but also a little unsettling. She wasn’t afraid of the dark, or at least that’s what she told herself, but she was glad the light was on in the nursery. The count to 100 felt like an eternity and it seemed like the darkness was closing in around her in the shadow of the crib. She squeezed the lion a little tighter to herself and waited until finally she heard the bedroom door open and Bethany announce the start of the game before moving down the hall. ‘Was it too obvious to hide in the nursery?’ Ashley questioned herself, wondering if Bethany was going to come straight to exactly where she was hiding. Instead she heard the guest bedroom door open down the hallway. Bethany spent quite a while there being thorough in her search. Then it occurred to Ashley that Bethany could take all the time in the world finding her, she would have nothing to lose if it took a little longer, in fact, she only stood to gain. The longer it took the more of the diuretic Ashley would ingest. Ashley could see Bethany moving down the hallway through the door but she skipped over the nursery. Ashley had frozen completely still and held her breath seeing Bethany. She could see she had donned some panties and matching dark blue bra and she was holding a few of the cuffs in each hand. Her movement was swift yet deliberate as Ashley only saw her briefly pass by the door to the living room. Her movements reminded her of a lioness on the hunt and she was the prey. “Oh princess, why don’t you come out for mommy, I have a special reward for you.” Bethany called out through the apartment. The little in Ashley wanted to go out almost immediately but the Amazon side reasoned that the reward would be being cuffed up, diapered, and then put in the time out chair. Not really that bad of a reward she reasoned but they were playing a game and despite there being no other option but mommy winning she felt a little pride in making mommy work for that win. Bethany spent quite a bit of time in the living room, unbeknownst to Ashley though, she was just sitting on the couch playing on her phone. She had watched Ashley enter the nursery on the cameras in there and pretty much guessed that was where she was going to go without using the cameras. She had watched her slide under the crib which is also where she guessed she would hide. That cute little rear all padded up was to die for and she knew she was going to have to save that adorable little video clip. She gave herself a little pat on the back for her job well done guessing Ashley’s movements. Now she just had to run the clock up a little bit so that she didn’t dishearten Ashley by finding her immediately. She got up after a few minutes and made a show of opening some doors and banging around to make it seem like she was looking for Ashley. Finally she decided it was time to go to the nursery and retrieve her little. She stood in the door and in a sweet voice called out “is my little princess in here?” Ashley had to suppress the urge to crawl out to her but she knew they were supposed to be testing out the capture mode and she would have to put up a bit of a fight which was also a little thrilling. She watched as Bethany moved around the room and looked around in any space that would be suitable for hiding. Bethany stood in the middle of the room and proclaimed “well I guess she’s not in here. I’ll just have to go check somewhere else.” Ashley wanted to call out ‘I’m here mommy’ but the pacifier leaking sweet strawberry flavor into her mouth would prevent any of that. Her little shuffle did make the plastic of the pull-up crinkle however and Bethany turned around. “I guess there is one more place in here that I haven’t looked.” Ashley watched as Bethany’s feet approached the side of the crib. She stood there for a minute to draw out the tension before Ashley saw the gate begin to lift until it latched in place. First she saw Bethany’s knees drop to the floor as she leaned down, then her torso until finally Bethany came down to eye level with Ashley on the floor. Bethany’s mouth contorted into a big smile as she said “there’s my little princess!” She was a little intimidating as she reached under the crib towards Ashley’s leg to pull her out. Ashley was already backed up into the corner but that didn’t stop her from trying to back up as Bethany’s hand approached her ankle. She couldn’t see it but felt as Bethany’s hand wrapped around her, the first cuff had been placed as she wrapped her hand around her ankle. With a good hold on Ashley she began to pull her out. Ashley began to struggle and tried to thrash her legs but the overwhelming strength of the full size amazon made her attempts null. Ashley was slowly pulled from under the crib to prevent any chance of carpet burn. Bethany caught her other ankle when she had tried to use her free foot to push Bethany’s hand from her caught ankle while her torso was still under the crib. She felt the second cuff wrap around her ankle and then were sucked together with the magnetic pull until they latched themselves together. Ashley was now laying on her back in the centre of the nursery on the plush rug, her lion still clutched in her arms tight against her chest. Bethany had set the other two wrist cuffs on the floor after she had found Ashley and had already gotten the first two placed on her. Bethany stood over Ashley looking down at her before she knelt down to straddle her. She picked up the other two cuffs she had brought with her and reached for Ashley’s wrists. Ashley struggled and tried to buck Bethany off but it was hopeless. Bethany just smiled as she laid the cuffs on the floor above Ashley’s head. Her hands came down to Ashley’s sides and began to tickle her rib cage. Ashley couldn’t help but giggle and was soon laughing uncontrollably at the onslaught. Her laughter became so intense that she lost focus on her bladder and began to wet the pull-up. Weakened from the tickling, Bethany easily pried Ashley’s arms away from the stuffy and lifted them above her head to the floor where the cuffs were open and waiting to accept them. As she pressed her wrists into the cuffs, they snapped shut. Bethany lifted up a little and rolled Ashley onto her stomach before the cuffs pulled themselves together behind her back. They finished their capture when her ankles were brought up until her wrists were connected to them. Leaving her hogtied on the floor with Bethany standing over her. Bethany picked up the stuffy and slipped it under Ashley’s head to use it as a pillow before she left her room to go retrieve the remaining cuffs. It was at this point that Ashley realised her pull-up was wet and she had to think about when that had happened. Bethany returned shortly bringing both cases with her. Ashley remembered all of the stuff that had been used on her but couldn’t remember the other things that had been in the large case. Bethany opened up the case for the restraint system first and began to methodically apply the cuffs to Ashley. First all of the leg cuffs, then the arm cuffs. She lifted Ashley a little to place the stomach bands and her final touch was the collar that read princess on the front of it. She pulled out her phone and clicked a button that released the strict hogtie that Ashley had been in during the application of the rest of the system. The cuffs repositioned Ashley so that she was laying flat with her legs pinned together and her arms to her sides. Bethany picked Ashley up and set her on the changing table where it pulled her into the capture mode that Bethany had used in the test room, bringing back the memories, only this time Ashley was anxious because it was Bethany doing it. She was able to turn her head to Bethany a little while pinned to the table in the spread position. “My my, it’s a good thing I got my princess in a pull up before we started our little game. It looks like you aren’t even ready for these trainers.” Bethany said as her fingers tore through the sides of the pull up. It was whisked away in a heartbeat leaving Ashley fully naked. “Remember what happened last time mommy had her little princess bound to the changing table?” Bethany asked, the memory of the finger banging she had received came front and foremost in her mind, making her blush heavily. “I don’t think you’ve been a good enough girl for a repeat performance of that situation but mommy has some other ideas.” Bethany pulled out anchor straps identical to what Elizabeth had used from a drawer and connected them to eyelets in the table. Ashley’s legs were freed from the table’s magnetic anchor points and were lifted above her head and attached to the straps in a swift fluid movement. Ashley wasn’t even given the time to resist like she had with Elizabeth as Bethany was much more efficient. A few quick adjustment cinches from Bethany made sure her legs were held tight and that she was fully exposed, allowing Bethany access to whatever she had in mind. Bethany went to the other case from the test room and popped it open, her eyes wandering over all of the options a devious smile forming across her lips as she reached into the case. Ashley could see the box that Bethany had picked and was a little worried. “Since you’ve already made your stinkies, this will be a good option don’t you think.” Ashley slowly shook her head yes, eyes fixated on the anal beads in Bethany’s hand. The beads were similar to the training dildo except it was designed to constantly harass the wearer's rectum to essentially loosen them up and make them derive pleasure from filling the back of their diaper. It had a bevy of function built into it similar to the trainer. First and as usual, it had an extremely powerful vibrator built into it. The second and biggest feature was its size and shape. It was quite girthy and long but had a narrow base so that the user wouldn’t be worn out quickly. In its insertion state, it looked like six spherical beads stacked on top of each other, smallest at the tip and widest at the base. However, once it was installed and activated these beads would pulsate and grow and shrink from the tip down to make it feel like the user was having a constant bowel movement. Add in the vibrations for pleasure to associate with the act of messing their diaper and a little would quickly become attached to making messies. The beads had sensors around the base zone that could sense clenching similar to how the dildo trainer did and could deliver little shocks to both numb the sphincter and train the wearer to relax that muscle. The individual beads also had sensors in them and electrodes to encourage its host to push as if they were filling their diaper on their own. Bethany found the bottle of accelerant lubrication in the chest after laying the beads down on Ashley’s pelvis. It was a little scary seeing that the device reached from her smooth mound to just past her belly button, this had to be one of the biggest sizes available and the bottom bead looked even larger now that Bethany wasn’t holding it in her larger hand. Once it was inside her, there was no doubt that it would be reaching very deep into her guts. Bethany put on a set of black latex gloves, it was kind of hot from Ashley’s point of view seeing Bethany in just her underwear wearing the medical gloves that matched her hair. She put her hair up into a ponytail that made her look powerful, if she were wearing heels right now she’d be even more intimidating. Bethany applied a little lube to her finger and leaned down between Ashley’s legs. She first smeared some of the lube around Ashley’s little rose bud with one finger and then gently began to probe little by little, adding more lube as she went. At first it was just prepping Ashley to loosen up to accept the plug but it became increasingly more teasing. As Ashley became used to the single finger sliding slowly in and out of her, Bethany added a second. She worked Ashley’s bottom open as both the lubricant and the action began to cause Ashley’s slit to weep its own lubrication. Ashley was taking long deep breaths through her nose and had her eyes closed as Bethany worked, taking much more time than she had with her violent insertion of the plug with Elizabeth the previous night. Bethany had a small syrette of a local anaesthetic that she had palmed to hide from Ashley. As she slipped a third finger in she used the small needle to puncture Ashley’s perineum and gave the small collapsible tube a squeeze. Almost immediately Ashley’s tight clenching muscle began to relax around Bethany’s fingers. She picked up the beads as she discarded the mini syringe and began to feed in the first of the six beads. The first and second were about the same as Bethany’s two fingers, the third was where they started to get bigger. By the fourth Ashley was shaking a little at the discomfort and whimpered a little. It wasn’t much bigger than Bethany’s three fingers had been during her probing and preparation. “You’re doing such a good job princess.” Bethany praised Ashley as she withdrew the beads leaving only the first. “Deep breath baby, I promise this will be so good for you.” Bethany pushed the beads back in slowly and could tell the local anaesthetic was doing its job as she easily overcame the fourth this time and was a majority of the way over the fifth before Ashley began to protest a little more. She withdrew the beads to the third this time and applied more of the lubrication to help. Again she praised as she began to feed the toy back into Ashley as she overcame the fifth in the series this time and was almost to the peak width of the sixth. “One more time princess, you almost have it. You’re doing amazing. You’re so strong.” Bethany praised as she added the final bit of lubrication and smeared it around after withdrawing to the fourth of the six knots. “One big deep breath for mommy.” Bethany said as she began to work the fifth back in slowly. Ashley complied and filled her lungs as she felt the stretch of the sixth starting. She wanted to succeed for Bethany, she knew she could, this toy was not going to beat her she told herself as she reached the widest point. Bethany gave one more little push then released her hold. Ashley’s body naturally began to pull the remainder of the trainer beads in until just the flared base remained exposed between her cheeks. Ashley panted after accomplishing her goal. Bethany praised her and stripped off the latex gloves and gave her a peck on the forehead with a “good girl.” She gave Ashley a minute to catch her breath and become more accustomed to the feeling of the training beads now taking residence inside her. “Now we needs to work on your reward for playing hide and seek. I was thinking about this.” Bethany said as she pulled out another package Ashley recognized. It was quite literally a butterfly vibe. The abdomen or tail of the butterfly was a strong vibrator that would rest against her clit while the wings were adhesive pads that would hold it in place. Bethany peeled the tapes and lined it up before pressing it down against Ashley’s skin and making sure the adhesive stuck. It wasn’t high tech aside from being remote controlled which Ashley assumed Bethany would be using to tease her. The next thing Bethany held up was a pair of white latex looking panties. This was something Ashley didn’t recognize and she gave a puzzled look. “Don’t worry princess, this is something that will help us out later.” Bethany reassured as she placed Ashley’s first foot in the panties. Ashley recognized a ring on Bethany’s finger as the controller for dressing to disable individual cuffs. Ashley could see the seat of the panties had something that looked like a thin shaft and figured where that was heading. Bethany worked the garment down her legs, disabling the anchors as she went until it was past the cuffs that were keeping her legs lifted above her head. Lube was applied to the thin dildo in the seat of the panties before Bethany slid them into their final destination. She eased it into Ashley and pulled the panties into place. There was a thin mesh section that would allow her to still use her diaper properly but the tight latex garment made sure both the vibrator and trainer in her rear were held in place firmly. The newest addition didn’t feel like much inside her but knowing Bethany, it definitely had hidden secrets. “Alright, let’s get you in a diaper, we don’t want our princess making a mess of the changing table again.” Bethany proclaimed as she went to the chest and extracted the light blue variant of the punishment diaper that Elizabeth had used and began to open it slowly in a show for Ashley. It was slid in place and followed by the standard diaper procedure. All powdered up, Bethany folded the diaper between Ashley’s legs and began the process of sealing the diaper until it was just as tight as the corset feeling she had when Elizabeth had done it. She was released from the bonds once the diaper was in place and was sat up on the edge of the table. Bethany retrieved a onesie that matched the diaper, a princess with a tiara and a onesie in clearly a thick diaper printed on the chest. Ashley was going to look just like the princess on the article of clothing that was pulled over her arms as the princess also had platinum blonde hair and a pacifier in her mouth. Bethany pulled some fluffy thigh high socks up Ashley’s legs next to keep her warm, making sure to move the cuffs as she pulled them up her legs and put them back in place. The elegant pink cuffs looked quite cute against the powder blue and white background they were sitting on. Bethany hoisted Ashley from the changing table and set her on her feet. She giggled a little at the cute stance Ashley had with her legs splayed far apart to accommodate the thick diaper. She pulled the onesie tight and snapped the crotch together finishing the dressing. “Alright sweetie, it’s time for your timeout, I know it’s been put off for a bit but mommy needs to go get ready too and you know you were naughty in the bathtub. When I’m ready I will come get you.” Bethany said as she pulled the timeout chair from the corner of the room where it was stored as a looming threat and set it in the middle of the room. Ashley noticed that there were now anchor points attached to the chair for the cuffs she was wearing. Bethany helped Ashley by picking her up and setting her in the chair. The thick padding of the diaper helped a little against the hard surface of the chair. It didn’t really help protect her against the invaders inside her however and the beads seated themselves a little more to elicit a gasp from Ashley. Bethany pulled out her phone and Ashley felt the magnetic pull of the cuffs as they snapped to the anchor points. Her arms were pulled to her sides against the backrest and her ankles were pulled to the legs of the chair causing her legs to open up and display her diaper. She was thoroughly bound to the time out chair with no hopes of escape. The only thing that wasn’t attached to the chair now was her collar, every other cuff had found an anchor to attach to. Now the beads began to go to work, expanding and contracting inside of her. It really did feel like she was emptying herself into the diaper as they pulsated larger and smaller inside of her. There was a low hum of the vibrator which was sending waves of pleasure through her. She made the mistake of clenching, as much as she could with the anaesthetic numbing her sphincter, as a natural habit of feeling like she was losing control of her bowels. The trainer warned her against that and gave her a little shock. She had to suppress moans and breathed as heavily as she could through her nose as it went to work on her. The lubrication’s drugs were in full effect at this point and she felt like she was burning up with desire. Bethany stepped behind her and pulled her hair into two ponytails, secured with two large blue ribbons. The final touch was a little tiara to complete her little princess. “Alright, mommy is going to go get ready now. Be a good girl and think about what you did. Mommy is in control of your stickies and mommy decides when you’re allowed to make them.” Bethany said after walking in front of Ashley and putting her hands on her hips, Ashley nodded her affirmation that Bethany was in control of her adult actions like orgasms. “Oh, one more thing.” Bethany said, stepping behind Ashley to pull something else out of the box. Ashley soon felt something being pushed into her ear and went deaf on that side. The process was followed on the other side so she was completely deaf now. ‘Were they earplugs? Why would mommy use earplugs on me?’ Ashley wondered. “Good girl.” Bethany said which came through all of a sudden loud and clear. Bethany straightened up in front of Ashley and began to speak. Ashley could see her mouth moving but couldn’t understand anything she was saying, it all just sounded like garble. “I love you princess.” Bethany said, which came through clear again and made her blush a little and turn her eyes away. Ashley finally figured it out as Bethany began to walk out of the room. The earplugs had software in them that would only allow cooing and praise to come through, it would scramble everything else. It was supposed to help littles worry less about what was happening around them and desensitise them against grownup talk. Now Ashley was left alone in the time out chair to reflect on what landed her here. The training beads were working hard inside her which was distracting but she had almost figured out how to ignore it aside from the shocks that demanded she attempt to push out a load of mush into her diaper. The diuretic was also having effect on her, she was just beginning to feel the first few pains of a full bladder but she had to hold out so that she could use her diaper for mommy. With her world silenced by the earplugs, she had nothing else to do while restrained in the timeout chair but to think about what Bethany had in store for her and what landed her here. The beads kicked up their vibrations a bit which startled her and caused her to lurch a little in the chair. She really wanted to know what Bethany had planned and knew that it had to do with that second case she had brought home with her cuffs. Bethany walked into the bedroom and pulled the case from underneath the bed and laid it down on the mattress. She opened it up and stared at the craftsmanship that went into this set. “Let’s give this bad girl a whirl.” She whispered to herself as she reached into the case.

She used a prescription to induce lactation in preparation for a little. I may not have made that clear in the story. You don’t have to get pregnant to make milk however. You can induce lactation by frequently pumping to trick your body into making milk, granted it’s a laborious task and requires a strict regimen and sometimes a hormone in the real world but it can be done(typically what 🌽⭐️ do for that genre). Some girls even have problems with producing during puberty or menopause from hormone imbalances, clinically called galactorrhea(had a particularly embarrassing time through puberty). If milk is being extracted the body will continuously produce. It can also be achieved in XY chromosomes individuals but they produce in much smaller quantity and it’s even more of an intense training program and hormone regimen. In this fantasy, Bethany just took some medication that got her production started so that she could care for a little when she adopted.

Second spanking style, the straddling the legs form. Bethany is rising up on her tip toes in the shower, guess I should have made that more clear. Ash is me and the alphabet game is fun sooo…..🤭. If you’ve seen the key and peele sketch about cunnilingus and making the alphabet with your tongue that’s where I got the idea for the game, hilarious sketch btw, and it’s actually extremely effective. I’ll add some more context to those scenes, makes sense in my head because I’m the one imagining it as I write so I have the mental picture of what’s going on.

Sorry for the bit of delay, got a little carried away with this chapter and was looking for a good breaking point. Decided to give Lizzie a break and found some direction for Ashley and Bethany and wanted to make sure you guys didn’t forget about them. I’ll give a little content warning to this one as well. Definitely some 18+ moments in this chapter and the next chapter as well whether it be Elizabeth and max or Ashley and Bethany. Without further ado, enjoy! ————— Chapter 20 “Oh yeah? What did you have in mind?” She asked as she shifted a little in the walker, clearly getting excited for what Bethany had in mind but also because her tummy gave off a silent rumble. Bethany stood over Ashley fully. “How about we see how far you can go?” She responded to Ashley, looking down at Ashley in the walker, she was looking a little intimidating and her question caused Ashley to raise an eyebrow. “What do you mean by that?” Ashley asked after a moment. “How far into little-hood you can go comfortably.” Bethany responded after only a second. “I know some of your fantasies, you’re not exactly good at clearing your browser history.” Bethany explained after another moment. Ashley turned beet red and her ears burned at the comment. “Ho-how much do you know?” Ashley stuttered out. Staring down at the mostly empty bottle and last few cheese crackers on her tray. “Oh, enough. Stuff you’d be too embarrassed to tell me directly and ask for openly. Coincidentally your fascinations and kinks line up with mine quite well.” Bethany explained. Ashley had a tear in her eye. “Is something wrong with me? For wanting this, for enjoying every second of being your little girl. I try so hard to be an Amazon and be an adult but I’ve always been drawn to my little side. Seeing the carefree life of littles as they get to play and be cared for, it made me envious. I’ve fought and struggled all my life to be an Amazon because that’s what I was told to be and how to act, but if someone were to take that away and let me enjoy my little side a bit while still respecting my amazon side, I never thought I’d find something like this.” “There’s nothing wrong with that babe, I love you for you. I’ve enjoyed every minute of you being my little as well. I’ve also enjoyed all of our time together as amazons but you have to be fluid with your Amazon and little side as we’ve already seen or you’ll just end up hurt. I’m willing to help you explore your little side safely in a controlled environment. In fact, I’m actually excited to help you.” Bethany explained as she kneeled down in front of the walker to comfort her. Ashley was so touched hearing those words the tears almost doubled. Bethany blushed and looked down. “I’ll be honest with you. Would you hate me if I told you what Elizabeth did is what I planned to do to you? If I had planned to be the one doing it the whole time? That I had initially set up the whole thing?” Ashley looked stunned and then looked down to process what Bethany had just said. “You planned that? How?” Bethany nodded silently, eyes still on the floor in guilt. “I’m a planner, It’s what I’m good at. It took a month to get it put together. I got delayed by a week and Elizabeth wasn’t supposed to be here and I didn’t know if it would fall together as easily as I planned when it did get moving. But when things actually worked out and I tried to call her off and she didn’t pick up and sent her a bunch of text messages that she wasn’t needed that afternoon I figured she’d see them and wouldn’t follow through with her schedule for testing. It slipped my mind after we started though.” Bethany was talking a little fast anxiously trying to explain herself. “So the test room, you organised getting everyone out of the building so that you could regress me? So that you could treat me like a little?” Ashley asked, still trying to put things together. “Yes, that was the plan, to act out one of the stories you’re constantly reading. It was a little difficult, getting the timing all correct and spot on. It was a bit of a challenge but it panned out perfectly. Then things started going wrong with the cuffs and as I watched you on the changing table I became a little panicked that I would go too far which is why I stepped out. I was only planning to be gone for a few minutes, go down to the engineering department, get it sorted and be right back. But I had this insatiable drive to regress you like all those stories you read and I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold myself back in the moment. So I had to take a breather and by the time I came back, Elizabeth had already done what was supposed to be my job.” Bethany explained. “So, you were trying to play out one of the stories I read? You didn’t have to.” Ashley said, blushing that the scenario in the test room had felt familiar to one of the stories she stayed up to date on. “I wanted to, it was so powerful and it gave me such a rush thinking about it. But then I saw the pain in your eyes when I came back and thought that I had completely read you wrong and was worried you’d come to hate me for setting it up.” Bethany explained. “It’s because it wasn’t you!” Ashley blurted out seeing how dejected Bethany looked. “I-I mean, it felt wrong that Elizabeth gotta do it first and when I saw you come in it felt like I was caught cheating on you and I was worried you were going to dump me for being just some diaper filling baby. But we cleared that up and your aftercare was so nice, how you cleaned me up and held me. I was in heaven. I wanted it to be you despite my protests against diapers, I wanted you to make the decision for me so that I didn’t have to betray my upbringing. I know it’s wrong, that I would use you as the excuse for getting to play out my little fantasies. That I would use you as the bad guy but it seemed like the only way.” Ashley said. Bethany looked up from the floor to Ashley now. “If you need me to play the bad guy I can. It lines up with my maternal instincts and I have quite a few things I’d like to do to you.” Bethany explained. “Really?” Ashley asked excitedly and nervously at the proposition. “Of course, I think it would be fun and we could live out our fantasies. We could treat it like role playing in a way. I’ve wanted a little but also a partner and I’ve found both in you.” Bethany said. “But there will be conditions. I don’t want to go too far. If anything has happened so far, it’s my discovery of how far I’d be willing to go as your mommy, good or bad.” “Okay, what did you have in mind?” Ashley said as she got more excited. “‘Mommy please’ and ‘yes Mommy' will be a green light to continue, if you have your pacifier in your mouth, a yes nod will suffice. ‘Mommy no’ will be a yellow light, that means the pace is going too fast and you need to slow down a little, a head shake no for when you can’t speak. ‘Mommy stop’ will be a red light, we’ll stop on the spot if it’s going too far. I will stop if you cover your face with your hand.” Bethany explained. “What-what about if I’m…restrained… and can't reach my face?” Ashley asked timidly. Bethany smirked a little, knowing that Ashley had strong bondage fantasies and hadn’t pondered what to do in that scenario. “If you’re restrained, move your head in a circle, I will pause to get an understanding of what’s wrong. I will say, I hope you don’t have to use any of the safe words or actions because I have some special things lined up that I didn’t think I would get to use so early. But with Lizzie out tonight, it will give us the alone time we need to get into it.” “What do you have planned?” Ashley asked timidly. “I think we will try and merge your two halves into something that satisfies both parts of you. Your Amazon side is a bit of a sex fiend.” Bethany proclaimed, causing Ashley to blush. “Your little side is timid and bashful. So we will do something that pleases both. Once we start though there is no backing out until we are done or you use a safe word.” Bethany explained. “Okay, I’m ready.” Ashley said confidently. “When can we start?” “We will start when you’ve used that diaper up.” Bethany said with a devious smirk. Ashley had a little shocked expression on her face. “You asked for the diaper trainer yet you’ve held out for so long. I know you have to be holding back quite a bit to still be dry and the trainer is going to start delivering warnings pretty soon. And don’t think I haven’t noticed how you’ve been trying to stealthily move your hips in that walker. Mommy knows everything.” “So if I use my diaper can we start?” Ashley asked a little bashfully. Bethany only gave a slight nod as she looked down at Ashley. “You can’t force it though, it needs to be a gentle relaxation and release, almost like you don’t even realise it’s coming. It doesn’t do your training any good to choose when you wet your diaper or to hold out as long as you have been. I’ll be watching you and know if you try and force it.” Ashley could sense the veiled threat in the final statement. She pondered how to accomplish her task, to let go without realising it. As an Amazon, bladder capacity and fullness was something that was frequently in the front of her mind but as a little in a diaper, finding a bathroom wasn’t even on the list of priorities. That led to the internal question of ‘what is a little’s priorities?’ Ashley nodded her understanding to Bethany who gave a soft smile as she stepped around the walker to sit on the couch. Ashley looked down at her tray again, the bottle and remaining crackers almost calling her. She picked up the bottle and sucked it dry before attempting to set it down. Instead, as she released the bottle, it glanced off the side of the built-in cup holder and tumbled to the floor. Luckily being plastic, it only just bounced a few times across the floor. Ashley scooted her walker towards it to pick it up. The biggest problem was the tray encircling her kept her from even getting close to reaching down to grab it. She hadn’t even heard Bethany get up from the couch but felt her breasts wrap around her head as she leaned over Ashley and picked the empty bottle up. She felt so small and powerless in that moment, being defeated by a simple walker tray. “Does my princess need another ba-ba.” Bethany commented as she raised back up, keeping Ashley in that little headspace. Ashley didn’t respond by affirming with words or a nod, instead she simply reached out with both arms towards the empty bottle. Bethany smiled and walked over to the kitchen, twisting the lid off to rinse it out before going to the cupboard and pulling out the tin of powdered baby formula. They kept a small stash on hand for the cases where Bethany wanted a glass of wine or two and would have to pump and dump. A few scoops of the formula went into the empty bottle and it was topped off with warm water. Bethany covered the nipple with a finger and shook the bottle as she walked back over to Ashley. Ashley watched the bottle move back and forth as her eyes fixated on the container. Instead of setting the bottle on the tray of the walker, Bethany brushed the nipple against Ashley’s lips. Ashley opened her mouth gratefully to accept the new bottle and gave the formula a few test sips before she really began to go after the teet. Ashley’s hands came up to support the bottle and Bethany let go to take her seat on the couch again. Formula was a bit different from breast milk but it wasn’t bad. Ashley lost focus as she drank from the bottle and didn’t stop until her tummy started to feel full. She couldn’t see Bethany sitting on the couch with a grin ear to ear, the sound of Ashley nursing the bottle bringing her so much joy. Ashley set the bottle down and realised she had drank two thirds of it in that moment. She could feel herself coming in and out of her little space as she was becoming more accustomed to it. The buttons on the toys surrounding her walker started to call to her as the formula sat in her stomach. Her hand slowly crept forward and pushed the big red button with a rooster on it. She knew what it was going to do before she pressed it but it was like there was curiosity in it to see if there was something new or realistically if she remembered what it did. As the walker’s speakers let out a musical “cockadoodle dooooo” she felt a grin forming on her face. She went to the next button over and pressed it and soon she was lost in a stream of animal noises. That’s when she felt the hum of the trainer. She didn’t know how long it had been going and was a little confused for a second as to what it was. She was wetting herself and she didn’t even realise it. It was such a different sensation to before as the only thing she could tell was the diaper was getting heavier and wetter between her legs. The vibrator was picking up speed as she released and she let out a little moan. She looked up from the buttons to see Bethany leaning over the back of the couch watching her, her hands were under her chin as her chin rested on the back of them. There was that gorgeous smile that Ashley loved and she couldn’t help but smile back as the trainer rocked her world and brought her over the edge panting heavily. “Good job princess.” Bethany softly said as Ashley came down. As post orgasm clarity washed over Ashley she realised what she had done, she had accomplished Bethany’s requirement of wetting without realising it. Ashley panted a little more as she blushed at Bethany’s praise. “C-Can we play now mommy?” Ashley asked bashfully. “Oh, I don’t think that diaper is even close to being finished off yet.” Bethany teased as she watched on for a little longer. “But you said we could play if…if I wet myself… without realizing it.” Ashley said as she looked down at the tray in embarrassment. “No, I said we could play when you used up that diaper. Just a little wetting and some cummies isn’t going to use up that nice thick bedtime diaper. If you don’t feel up to using it right now though, I’m sure it will hold out through the night and your bed wetting. Everyone knows that princesses need their beauty sleep and a nice early bedtime in the crib might be good for you.” Bethany explained, the teasing laced with the threat. “No fair mommy.” Ashley pouted. “I…I used my diapy though.” “That’s to be expected but as I’ve said you haven’t used it up. And to think I even gave you some help before your nap time. That’s the problem with glycerin suppositories, you never know if one will be enough.” Bethany cooed with a devious smile. “I knew your Amazon side was strong enough to hold out but I didn’t think you’d make it this long. Hasn’t your tummy been all rumbly for quite awhile now, I’m sure if you just let that happen then that diaper would be all used up.” “You gave me a suppository?” Ashley blushed, still staring at the tray. “I did, I didn’t want my little princess to get backed up after such a fun time out playing on the playground.” Bethany said. She knew why Bethany had done it, to give her the excuse for making a messie in her diaper so that she wouldn’t see it as a failed amazon but more so a forced accident. It was reassuring that Bethany’s planning skills saw that far ahead, she knew that Bethany had a much better handle on the happenings than she did and that she needed to trust Bethany fully. “Why don’t you just go back to playing for a bit and finish your ba-ba for mommy.” Bethany said as she readjusted to her seating position on the couch. Ashley pushed the walker around to Bethany’s side of the couch so that she could be more in line with Bethany. She went back to playing with walker toys and drank the remainder of the bottle as suggested. The squishiness of the diaper was distracting though but not in a bad way. She was actually quite enjoying the warm embrace of the padding between her legs and she found herself fidgeting in the walker to self stimulate a little, grinding the wet padding against herself and shifting the trainer inside her. She was having a hard time letting go of her sphincter though. As much as she played with the walker toys, it was almost like they had run their course. Her stomach gave off quite an angry gurgle and sent a cramp through her sides. She had to commit, she told herself and began to try and release her clench. She took a few deep breaths and told herself it was just like using the potty to calm her own nerves. But still nothing. She really wanted to play with Bethany now, the trainer had only wet her appetite and she wanted more. She gave an internal ‘fuck it’ and began to push. It wasn’t the same as before since the vibrator wasn’t distracting her from what she was doing. It felt humiliating to be forcing the load into her diaper and the walker was making sure it spread itself all around the inside of the padding. There was some pleasure to be had as she humped the walker straddling her diaper, similar to how the swingset had held her diaper which only added to her horny thoughts. As the stink began to rise to both of their noses Ashley slowed down. Bethany had been watching the whole time with Ashley’s back to her. She smirked a little as she watched Ashley filling the seat of her diapers. Ashley finally finished and looked down at the tray in embarrassment, she could feel Bethany’s eyes on her back. “Can we play now mommy?” Ashley asked quietly. “I don’t think so. I think you know that you cheated.” Bethany said sternly, letting her motherly side come out. “I… I don’t cheat.” Ashley tried to argue. “Oh, and trying to lie to mommy. What did I tell you Ash?” Bethany asked, Ashley realising that she hadn’t used princess this time made her feel naughty and bad. “That I had to use up my diaper?” Ashley tried to skirt around the full answer. “And?” Bethany asked pointedly, driving home that she was in charge and upset. “That I shouldn’t force it.” Ashley finished the response by closing her eyes knowing she was in trouble for trying to trick Bethany. “Exactly, and what did you just do Ash?” Bethany continued to grill Ashley. “I forced myself to go… to go poopy.” Ashley said, squeezing her eyes shut tighter. “Then you know why I’m upset. Do you know what happens to bad girls who try to trick and lie to their mommies?” Bethany asked. “They… they get spankings?” Ashley asked knowing that her answer was correct but was hoping she was wrong. “That’s right princess. And how many spankings do you think you deserve for trying to trick mommy and then lie to her?” Bethany said as she leaned forward and spun Ashley’s walker around so that she had to look her in the eyes. “Um… maybe… maybe 10.” Ashley knew the number was too low but was hoping for maybe some leniency. “Mhm, 10 for trying to trick mommy and another 10 for lying to mommy. Doesn’t that sound fair princess?” Bethany said, her smile was both reassuring and sinister. Ashley knew that at least one of them was really going to enjoy this. Ashley was easily extracted from the walker and guided gently over Bethany’s knees. She knew she could stop this if she used the safe word but a part of her knew she had earned this and had to do it to make up for being a bad girl. Bethany adjusted Ashley so that she was straddling her leg with her face in her lap. She used the leg that didn’t have Ashley laying on it to pinch Ashley leg that was between her knees to keep her in position. Ashley’s feet barely reached the floor to support her in this spanking position. Bethany positioned her knee between Ashley’s legs, knowing that her knee was pressing right against the base of the trainer and Ashley’s delicate flower. “Are you ready Ash.” Bethany asked in her maternal voice. “Yes mommy.” Ashley meekly replied. “Do you want to count for me or should mommy help her little baby keep track?” Bethany was really good at making Ashley feel small and put her into her little space. “Can, can mommy count pwease.” Ashley said, not entirely sure where the lisp came from. “Of course, I don’t expect my princess to know her numbers past what she can count on her fingers anyways. Don’t worry though sweetie, 20 isn’t that big of a number.” Bethany said to comfort Ashley. She undid the buttons on the crotch of the onesie, letting the elasticity of the material pull it out of the way and expose her brown and yellow diaper seat. Ashley had fully slipped down now after Bethany’s final actions and words. ‘Was 20 a big number? Mommy said it wasn’t. But how big is 20, it sounded big.’ She thought to herself. As the first blow landed a slew of sensations ran through Ashley’s body. First and foremost was pain. Bethany knew from previous spanking experiences in the bedroom what Ashley’s limits were and dealt a blow that was perfectly at the edge of teasing and punishment. The diaper had absorbed some of the blow that predominantly landed on her left cheek but it still stung and sent lightning through Ashley’s body. The second sensation was feeling the waste spread around the inside of her diaper. It clung to her encased skin and crawled up the backside of her diaper. It was humiliating, disgusting, and erotic all at the same time. The underlying sensation was pleasure. There was some pleasure to be had in the pain itself. Knowing that this pain was because she was a bad girl and that she deserved this punishment brought the humiliation forward. But that humiliation brought forward all sorts of thoughts as well. ‘I’m not a bad girl, I’m a good girl. I’m not supposed to cheat or lie to mommy.’ The first spanking had brought that realisation forward immediately, which meant the remaining 19 would be to drive the point home. She didn’t come to realise where the other parts of the pleasure had come from until the second or third smack. As Bethany’s hand came down, it would drive her bottom down and forward. This motion caused her to have a brief moment of pressure down on Bethany’s knee which in turn pushed the trainer in deeper. The fourth and fifth drove this point home, the spanking was causing the trainer to plunge in and out of her and Bethany had placed her knee as such to cause the soaked padding to rub against her sensitive and eager clit. Bethany was alternating cheeks with each strike to divy up the abuse so that one side didn’t become more bruised than the other. Her strikes were almost perfectly consistent, riding that edge to make sure Ashley understood this as a punishment but also would be able to enjoy it at the same time. “Alright princess, you’ve made it through half which means you made it through the first ten. That leaves only 10 which is how many you can count on your fingers.” Bethany said to pause for a moment. Ashley had tears in her eyes but she wasn’t crying. “You’re being such a strong girl for mommy. I want you to help me count the last ten so we can work on your numbers. Hold up your hands and put down a finger with each one okay. Mommy will go nice and slow so that you can keep up.” Bethany delivered the eleventh with a bit more force. Ashley was already a little numb but the impact had a noticeable amount of extra heat behind it. Ashley put a finger down as Bethany raised her hand again. The twelfth had the same amount of force which caused Ashley to gasp a little from both the pain and pleasure of the trainer delivering a sharp and quick thrust into her. 13 and 14 had even more force behind them and now the tears were streaming down Ashley’s face. She lightly began to sob through 15 and 16. And Bethany returned to the level she had been at for the first ten strikes. She had to make sure she got the point home but also loved that swollen face Ashley got from crying. After 20, when Ashley put her final finger down, Bethany pulled Ashley up into her lap and cradled her head in her chest as she sobbed. “You did such a good job princess. You took your lesson very well and I don’t think you will make the same mistake again.” Bethany cooed as she embraced Ashley and gently rocked her in her arms. The praise had done wonders to calm Ashley down and she was soon just left sniffling into Bethany’s cleavage. “I’m sorry mommy.” Ashley finally said after getting her breathing back under control. “I know you are sweetie. Mommy doesn’t like delivering spankings but it’s also mommy’s job to help teach you to be a good girl.” Bethany gently told Ashley as she rose from the couch. “Now, we need to go get you cleaned up and into a fresh diaper. And then mommy needs to get out her surprise for you.” Ashley was carried into the nursery where she was laid on the changing table. The diaper still wasn’t really at its fullest capacity but Ashley had been through enough and it was time to bring her Amazon side some fun as well. Ashley laid still on the changing table as the tapes were undone and let the diaper fold forward. Bethany went to work with the wet wipes to clean up a majority of the mess quickly and then did a second and third pass to get her all the way clean before extracting the used padding from underneath her. “Let's take a bath together so that we’re both good and clean.” Bethany stated as she helped Ashley sit up for the onesie to be pulled off and the bra to be undone leaving her naked. Bethany didn’t have to help Ashley as she naturally clung to her side when lifted from the table. One arm supported her tender bottom as she was carried from the nursery to the master bathroom where she was set down on the floor in a sitting position. The cool tile against her warm backside felt nice and she got the pleasure of watching Bethany undress after she turned on the tub. Ashley was carried into the tub as Bethany slowly sank into the warm water, readjusting the girl so that she was resting between her legs facing away from her. Bethany had added some of the bubble bath mixture that smelled like cotton candy, not her favourite but Ashley always enjoyed it. Bethany grabbed the loofah and began to scrub Ashley’s back and then her arms. She pulled Ashley back so that she was laying against her stomach and began to scrub the girl's stomach. She slowed down as she ran the coarse loofah around the girl's chest. She slowly moved up and down her collar bones and around her neck. She knew how sensitive this area was for Ashley as a few hickeys had just recently faded there after she had discovered the sensitivity and couldn’t hold back. The loofah began to travel down her chest when she got the gasp she was looking for and felt the shutter her body gave. She applied less and less pressure as she approached the nipples until just the loose bundles of the scrubber grazed over the hardened points. She teased both sides for several minutes until Ashley was a squirming bundle or arousal in her lap. After tormenting Ashley’s chest she moved the loofah down and picked the girl's leg up out of the water and began to scrub starting at her toes. Ashley couldn’t help but giggle as Bethany tickled her foot for a minute, scrubbing between each toe and running the loofah over her soles delicately. She moved up Ashley’s leg, over her calf and then her thigh, making sure she scrubbed every inch but hadn’t gone between her legs yet. When she was finished with the leg, she lifted her own knee out of the water and laid Ashley’s leg down to hang over her’s and keep it lifted out of the water. She repeated the process to Ashley’s other leg, being just as thorough with her other foot and making sure not to miss an inch. She placed the leg on her other side so that Ashley was now spread open in her lap, the girl's legs straddling her own. She opened her knees a little bit more to emphasise that Ashley was trapped in this position until mommy was happy. The loofah began to scrub at her stomach again but not for long as it travelled south quickly. Ashley let out a preemptive moan before Bethany’s hand had even plunged below the water. The loofah finally found its way between Ashley’s legs and began to rub circles around her now very excited sex. Bethany finally moved up and down, slowly passing over Ashley slit, eliciting another shutter through her body. “You made such a good mess in your diaper for mommy, I’ll have to make sure you’re good and clean.” Bethany whispered into Ashley’s ear as she moved the loofah up from between her legs and paused. “You did such a good job during your spanking for mommy, this will be your reward.” Bethany moved back down almost painfully slow, letting the loofah explore all of Ashley’s folds with a bit more pressure. “You’re not allowed to have too much fun though. If you make a sticky in the bath we will have to start all over.” She moved back up, eliciting a nod from Ashley who was quite honestly already so close to the edge she didn’t know how much more of this treatment she could take. Bethany could feel all of Ashley’s breathing and made sure to pace herself so that she only edged her closer and closer to the relief she was burning for. She brought her free arm around Ashley, just below her breasts to make sure she couldn’t escape her little game. She held her firmly in place against her. Ashley’s head sank between her boobs and into her cleavage, from Bethany’s point of view, it looked like she had a third boob with Ashley platinum blond hair smoothed down. Ashley’s hands had slipped into the water and were holding onto Bethany’s hips. It seemed as though each pass that Bethany brought in either direction caused Ashley’s hands to clench down just a little bit more. One pass in particular brought Ashley so close she almost caved and released herself from this seemingly torturous event but she managed to hold strong, mommy said she was not allowed to make stickies and she was a good girl for mommy. Bethany herself was so aroused with the power she held over Ashley she could barely contain her own excitement. “Good girl, you’re doing such a good job listening to mommy.” Bethany praised in a seductive whisper that threatened to devour Ashley. She continued with little bits of praise, she didn’t know if she wanted to make Ashley fail or if she wanted to make this moment last for as long as possible and leave her so pent up she’d do anything for her. She made up her mind and picked up pace, little bits at a time until Ashley felt like her entire body was being scrubbed by the loofah all at once. Ashley couldn’t hold back any longer as the orgasm tore through her body in a long release, drawn out by Bethany’s continued scrubbing. Her body trembled in Bethany’s lap as Bethany commented “uh oh.” In a sing-songy voice. “You weren’t supposed to make stickies in the bath princess, did my silly baby already forget?” Ashley was still riding the wave of the orgasm and almost missed Bethany’s comment. “No-no-no fa-fair mommy!” Ashley pouted as Bethany gave a another pass down between Ashley’s legs. Her hyper sensitivity from the orgasm almost made her lurch out Bethany’s lap had it not been for her arm wrapped around her. “Oh, why is it not fair? I told you not to make stickies in the bathtub.” Bethany said with a smile that dripped nefarious intentions. “Because… because you made me… made me cummmm.” Bethany had paused Ashley’s thought process by pinching down on her clit gently with the loofah. The sharp gasp and high pitched moan was music to her ears. “Mommy didn’t make you do anything. Mommy was just trying to help you get cleaned up and reward you for being a good girl through your spanking.” Bethany explained. “But since you don’t seem to listen to mommy very well, maybe an early bedtime is in order for you to help you reflect and get rid of this pouty attitude.” “Nooo! Mommy, I’m a good girl. I don’t want to go to bed so early.” Ashley proclaimed, she knew Bethany had something planned for her and she wanted to see it tonight. She didn’t feel tired and an early bedtime would mean missing out on that opportunity. “Awe, how can mommy resist such a cutie? How about this, for being naughty and not following mommy’s orders, we get you into a nice fresh diaper and put you into the LCRS. Since it was made for naughty girls, and you’ve been quite naughty tonight, it will be a good opportunity for you to reflect while sitting in the time out chair.” Bethany bargained. Ashley blushed a little at the thought of the LCRS cuffs she had chosen to bring home. She knew what Bethany had in mind with them and it was the same thing Ashley found exciting about the cuffs. She had tried to play off her fascination with them as much as she could, at the time it seemed a little wrong to have such a fascination with them when Bethany and her had only explored bondage a few times together. But since Bethany already knew all of her kinks from her browser history, it was practically a green light. Ashley could feel herself getting excited again at the potential. Her experience on the changing table in the test room was flooding her mind. Only this time Bethany would be in charge which made it exciting and not scary. Then she remembered that the changing table in the test room had been modified to work with the cuffs and theirs didn’t likely have that feature. Almost as if Bethany was reading her mind she commented “I already installed the anchor points and charging pads in the changing table. It was originally my idea to begin with. Actually, all of the anchor points and charging methods were mommy’s ideas. And they’ve all been installed throughout the apartment.” Bethany whispered the last bit tauntingly into Ashley’s ear before she began to stand up and lift Ashley to her feet. “We’ll just rinse off with the shower to save some time. Not that we’re in a rush, I doubt Maximus is going to let Lizzie come home tonight after he finds her surprise.” Bethany commented as she popped the drain plug with her toes. She pulled the hand held shower head down from the wall and aimed it at the drain to let the water warm up again after their bath that had taken longer than expected. When it warmed up again she directed the nozzle at Ashley and rinsed the remaining soap from her skin. Ashley basked in the feeling of warm water running over her skin as Bethany had her turn around a few times. Ashley eyed Bethany once she was rinsed, always stunned by Bethany’s figure. What really had her focus was Bethany’s well maintained landing strip. She looked down at her own bare pelvis and then back at Bethany’s much more mature looking public hair. It made her feel small but the Amazon in her wanted to take back some level of adulthood. Bethany was returning the shower head to its holder as Ashley’s lustful eyes scanned her. She came a bit closer to Bethany, their height difference put her eye level with her target. “Yes princess?” Bethany asked, looking down at Ashley who looked like she had a mission, eyes so focused she barely heard Bethany’s question. Ashley lunged forward and wrapped her arms around Bethany’s thighs. She looked up momentarily to Bethany who saw that Amazon look in the girl’s eyes, the look of hunger and dominance she hadn’t seen for a while. Ashley’s head plunged between Bethany’s legs and she buried her tongue in Bethany’s sex. Bethany let out a quick gasp and soft moan as Ashley’s tongue began to move up and down her slit, pausing on her clit and her mouth applying a bit of suction. She knew from the alphabet game that Bethany’s favourite letter was capital ‘H’ as her tongue began to trace the letter into Bethany’s mound. Bethany’s hand came to the back of her head to let her know she was doing a good job and to pull her in a little. Bethany knew she had brought this on herself after teasing Ashley for so long while they were bathing so she decided to ride out the pleasure Ashley was delivering as her eyes closed and she took deep breaths focusing on the ministrations of Ashley’s tongue on her clit. Ashley’s hands groped her rear and firmly spread her cheeks, massaging the flesh in her hands as she continued. She pulled herself in a little farther as she let that almost metallic flavour that Bethany had wash over her tongue. Bethany’s toes curled as the water hit and ran down her back and she quickly found her free arm bracing against the wall as her feet lifted her heels off of the bathtub floor, standing on her tiptoes squeezing her eyes tight. She took a few deep breaths as she was approaching her climax, inhaling through her nose and exhaling through her mouth. She was trying her best to delay and make Ashley work harder but she was just too good. Ashley had always been skilled in cunnilingus and it brought her quite a bit of joy to bring Bethany pleasure in this manor. She knew Bethany’s tells from their time together and could tell she was getting close. She upped the pressure her tongue was giving to finish her off with some very slow and deliberately focused laps. As she felt Bethany’s body tremble a little as the dopamine from the orgasm flooded her mind, Ashley slowed her pace a little and gave a final few suckles to her clit to make sure the orgasm lasted as long as she could make it. When Bethany’s feet came back down to the floor and she let a few long breaths catch up to her beating heart she looked down to Ashley. The Amazon look was gone from her eyes and more of the glassed over little look was taking over her purple eyes. “Mommy is a bad girl too for making stickies in the bath.” Ashley teased with a little devious toothy smile. “Well mommy did it in the shower, not the bath, so it’s okay.” Bethany justified it with a proud smile and a shrug. She loved the pouty face Ashley made when she was beaten by adult logic. “Thank you princess. Mommy appreciated that very much. How about we get out now and get you dried off for your fresh diaper.” Bethany said as she turned the knob off and opened the shower curtain. She lifted Ashley out of the tub and set her on the floor mat before she stepped out. She grabbed a pair of towels and wrapped Ashley up in the first and threw one over her own shoulders as she bent down to begin to dry Ashley in preparation for the next part of their evening.

Been reading the “A court of thorns and roses” by Sarah j Maas. Got sucked in by the booktok hype. I have never really been into porn persé but get me a good story and I can’t hold back.

Thank you for bringing that up. I think I was going back to add more content and couldn’t find the words to describe the scene in the moment of writing and forgot to go back and finish. I typically just spill out a ton of words then go back for details and context when I’m writing. I use Siri text to speech to read the story back to me while I’m driving to and from work since I have quite a commute(typically I shoot for my stories to be about 10-15 minutes long when Siri is set to 1.5x speed, that’s how I judge if my chapter is long enough). I even remember thinking when it got to that particular section that I needed to add more there but spaced it again because I was so excited to post😋. I’ll update the story here in a minute to make it make sense. Good catch👍🏼.

Sorry if it was graphic, i put a content advisory on it so it doesn’t catch anyone off guard. Idk why i feel so bashful about using common genitalia terms and try to avoid it, maybe it feels like a shortcut to just say “he put his Sh long in her mouth” but being able to describe a scene without it makes it feel more unique and visceral. Been reading some fairy smut lately and it has spilled over a little. Oral is one of those things I feel adds a lot to a power dynamic, my submissive side loves the demeaning aspect of it but also the power it puts in your hands to impress. It will never take the place of actual intercourse to the effect of satisfying both parties simultaneously but it’s one of my favorite forms of foreplay because of the aforementioned reasons. If things keep going this way you may need a pack😅. Thank you for reading!

I will throw in that I get a little explicit towards the end of this chapter. Definitely an 18+ moment. ———— Chapter 19 Max and Lizzie go to the Movies Max helped Elizabeth into the car as he had before and buckled her harness for her again before getting into his own seat and departing. He was leisurely with his driving again but still had an endearing smile on his face. “So what does ADL stand for?” Elizabeth asked as they sat at a red light. She had been curious as it wasn’t something she was familiar with in terms of the regular shipping services. “Ah, it’s an acronym of an old dead language. ‘Armo Distribuo Liber’.” Max said before the light turned green. “It’s been a family trade for a couple of hundred years supposedly and has been handed down generation after generation. You’ve probably never heard of it because we don’t deal in regular shipping is the easiest way to explain it.” “So what does it mean if it’s in a dead language?” Elizabeth asked, a little confused but also a little nervous. “You’re not in the business of trafficking people are you?” “Haha absolutely not.” He laughed genuinely. “We don't ship anything that’s living and we have a strict policy on that. Maybe if you’re a good girl at the theatre I’ll let you in on the secret.” Max said with a hint of mysteriousness that only fueled Elizabeth’s curiosity even more. ‘I’ll be the best girl, just you wait and see.’ She told herself internally as she gave a slightly pouty turn in her seat. Her bladder was already starting to fill, a bottle and some change of wine was not doing her any favours. She knew what Max was expecting of her but she was still going to hold out for as long as possible in hopes that she could make it back to his house before it came to that. He turned into the drive through lane of the taco joint he had mentioned. It was a hole in the wall tiny establishment. As he pulled up to the window in the low car he popped the door up since the windows apparently didn’t roll down. In a language that Elizabeth didn’t know, the server at the window gave a very enthusiastic greeting upon seeing Max. He replied in the same language and they discussed something briefly before the guy was shoving a massive bag of food out the window towards Max. “He said you’re very beautiful but need to put some meat on your bones if you’re going to keep up with me.” Max teased a little as he handed the bag across to Elizabeth. He reached into the bag and pulled out one of the tacos and cheers it to the gentleman in the window who gave a thumbs up before Max took a bite. Mouth full of food he seemingly sang the praises of the food to the other gentleman before shutting the door to the car and stuffing the remainder of the taco into his mouth to free up his hand to drive away. “That was interesting, are you a frequent flyer here like the sandwich shop?” Elizabeth asked after seeing the display. “Not really, I helped him out a few years back and he treats me that way now matter how often I come here.” Max only partially explained, adding even more to his mysterious identity. “Are you sure you’re not a human trafficker, you’re quite mysterious and secretive for being someone who is above board.” Elizabeth teased as she reached into the bag to extract one of the tacos herself. Max smirked a little. “Yes I’m sure, and everything I do is above board. I just occasionally help some people out here and there. Are my secrets making you antsy? How about this, wet your diaper for me and I’ll answer one of your questions. If you make a messy one I’ll answer all of them. Sound like a deal?” Elizabeth blushed at the conditions for answers. She desperately wanted to know but didn’t know if it would be worth soiling herself for it. “That’s not exactly fair, I already wet my diaper technically.” She blushed after saying it and cursed herself for how pouty and childish it had sounded. “I guess you’re right. I’ll permit you a question, better make it good.” He said with a smile, a bit of condescension sneaking through to make her feel small. There were a ton of questions she wanted answers to, it would take dozens of soaked diapers to answer them all, how was she supposed to decide which one was the most important. She guessed she’d start with her initial question. “What is the translation of your family's shipping company’s name then?” “It’s quite easy to figure out honestly. Armo, arms. Distribuo, distribution. Liber, free. Roughly translates as a whole to independent arms distribution.” Max explained. “You’re an arms dealer? Like weapons and stuff, but the world is at peace right now, how would your company stay afloat?” Elizabeth said in disbelief. “I guess I’ll explain a little more so that you aren’t looking at me as a merchant of death or something sinister.” Max said, seeing the confused look on Elizabeth’s face. “Initially the family had dealt primarily in arms trafficking, lots of wars and stuff going on at the time. But war is short lived. So the family, with a vast network of intercontinental shipping avenues, looked at what doesn’t go away over time. Littles don’t go away and neither do amazons who care for littles. Thus, the company was reformatted and we became one of the largest supply networks of diapers and little gear. ADL as an acronym stuck though, maybe it was laziness of the founders to change the name, who knows. The name became associated with diapers at the time since that’s what was most popular before there was a huge technology boom so the company reformatted to ‘Amazon's Diapers for Lessers’ since that’s what we called anyone below an Amazon back then. So there’s a bit of family history, don’t think it was a freebie though, I still expect my payment.” Elizabeth was a little relieved to get that back story and that Max had opened up about it enough that she wouldn’t have to wet or mess herself to get answers at his vague initial response. She was a little worried about his final threat, but she knew it was inevitable. She looked down at the bag in her lap, she had already eaten four tacos while Max talked. She pulled one more from the bag and took a bite as Max pulled off the road into the parking lot of the theatre. Max reached into the bag for a taco before exiting the car. As per their procedure so far, he helped Elizabeth get out and left the bag of remaining tacos on the floor in the car. He guided her through the front door of the building and pulled out his phone to scan the tickets he had purchased online at the kiosk. They had discussed the movie of choice over text prior to coming to the start of their date, Elizabeth had opted for something a little romantic and Max had caved to her desires. They made a stop at the concession stand where Max bought a large tub of popcorn and a massive soda. Elizabeth had decided she wouldn’t be drinking anymore liquids at this point but it was almost mandatory when going to a theatre to have popcorn and a drink. One final tweener stood at the entrance to their particular showing, scanned their tickets one last time then opened the door for them with a quick “enjoy.” They were still a little early but the lights were already dim, commercials were running on the screen for the time being before the movie started. The room was empty aside from them which Elizabeth found odd considering how popular this franchise was. It gave them the prime seating choice however, dead centre of the top most row. Elizabeth wasn’t thinking about the diaper until she sat down and felt it the padding give under her weight. If someone were to sit directly in front of her and turn around to see up her skirt, no matter if she was crossing her legs, they would see the bulky undergarment. She blushed a little at the thought and questioned herself if they should move to slightly less ideal seating just to protect her secret. The lighting dimmed even more as the first few trailers began to play. Still, they remained the only people in the theatre. The trailers were a little odd, they were more geared towards littles as opposed to the people that would be in the theatre for the adult rated movie they had signed up for. She figured it was more so for the amazons with littles of their own so they’d know what to expect their little to be excited about seeing soon. The last preview finished and the lights dimmed the rest of the way plunging the theatre into darkness. It felt like an eternity that Elizabeth sat there waiting so she turned to face Max except he wasn’t seated next to her like she remembered. She faced the screen again as it glowed to life. Something was majorly wrong, instead of a dark moody opening credit she had been expecting, colourful swirls of rainbows danced across the screen. There was a joyous background song playing but it sounded like a bunch of tunes overlapping with the occasional few words she couldn’t make out intertwined. Elizabeth knew she wasn’t here for this movie, she was here with Max to see a romcom. She tried to turn away from the screen but her eyes stayed glued to it. She urged her body to move but it felt like she was glued to the seat. She tried to say something, call for Max but her mouth felt full. She felt her mouth give an involuntary suck and recognized the shape of a pacifier against her tongue. She tried to spit it out but her mouth refused her action and the pacifier stayed firmly seated. On the screen now Elizabeth recognized herself staring back. Only the image of her was strapped into what looked like a dental chair mixed with a gynaecology exam table. Her arms had several straps running up the length of the arm rest, securing them in place in a T-pose. Her legs were split apart in stirrups with an equal amount of straps giving her a clear view between her legs. The diaper the screen version of her was wearing was much larger, three or four times the size of the one Bethany had put her in for the date. Her dress had been replaced with a bright pink onesie that did very little to cover the mass between her proudly spread legs and her hair was done up in two braided pigtails on either side of her head. The image showed a pacifier strapped into her mouth with a harness that encompassed her head. A tube dripping a pink liquid down from an IV bag was connected to it and each drop felt like it brought a new sweet sensation to her own tongue. Her hands were encased in mittens and her feet in booties, rendering her dexterity and ability to walk mute. The image altered as she stared at herself, as if she knew she was being watched. There was a huge smile on the mirror’s face and she heard what sounded like whispering circling her head but was again unintelligible. Then the version of herself on the screen began to fill the diaper, front and back at the same time. She could see the yellow and brown stains merging together as it spread around the enormous diaper. She swore she could feel her own diaper swelling between her legs but it oddly felt good. She managed to blink somehow but when she opened her eyes. She was now staring back at herself sitting in the movie theatre’s seat. An overwhelming joy seemed to wash over her body as she felt her body push more mess into the diaper. It was almost like having an orgasm but not at the same time. It came in waves as she pushed a seemingly endless amount of mush into the diaper, each push seemed to flood her brain with more dopamine. Finally she heard an echo of intelligible words circling her head. “Good girl.” Repeated on end, both in Max’s and Bethany’s voices. She managed to blink again and she swapped places again back to her original seat. The straps holding the screen Elizabeth to the chair popped open and Max stepped into frame. He easily picked her up from the chair and pulled her into his strong frame. Elizabeth could swear she could feel his warmth on her. Finally he said her name. “Lizzie, little Lizzie, Lizzie, wake up. Wake up Lizzie.” Elizabeth’s eyes snapped open and she took a deep breath, rapidly filling her lungs. “You’re going to miss the movie you wanted to see. If I had known you’d be this tired from a few glasses of wine I would have just said dinner so we could get you home for an early bedtime.” Max teased with his hand on her thigh. Elizabeth looked around the dark theatre and saw the opening credits begin to play. She shifted in her seat back and forth a few times and sat up. She had been sleeping against Max’s arm. Her diaper was in the state it had been before she had fallen asleep, just slightly damp. “Are you okay? It looks like you just saw a ghost or something.” Max asked in a whisper after a moment and the beginning of the movie on the screen. Elizabeth nodded with a reply. “I must’ve just been a little tired.” Her voice was a little louder than she intended for a movie theatre which earned a shush from someone sitting a few rows in front of them. In fact, the empty theatre they had entered was now quite full. “Be a good girl and stay quiet.” Max whispered back. The phrase ‘good girl’ sent a shiver through her body and between her legs. In fact, the effect had her so overwhelmingly horny from just a single whisper that her body was daring itself to jump over the armrest and do unspeakable things to Max. She blushed and nodded quietly though, feeling like a chastised child for a moment. She took a deep breath and reached for the drink to calm herself. Her mouth was dry, so dry it felt like she had been chewing on sand for the last hour. She slurped down quite a bit of the soda to re-wet her dry tongue. ‘That was such a strange dream.’ She justified in her head, still dealing with the effects the ‘good girl’ had had on her as her eyes focused on the screen. Every time she blinked she had flashbacks to the image of her in the chair on the screen. Her bladder was aching as well and the movie had just barely started. She knew there was no hope of getting to a toilet and her focus on the movie dwindled. Even though she had been excited for the latest chapter in the series, she didn’t really feel that interested now especially since it felt like such an adult movie to be watching on a date. There was a kissing scene playing and she felt a little embarrassed by it but it also sent dirty thoughts through her head. ‘She should do this with Max’ she thought, glancing over to him, her eyes lingering on his lips. They wandered down his body to his crotch and even more gutter thoughts ran through her head. She wanted to touch him and wanted him to touch her so badly, his hand on her thigh wasn’t enough. She looked back to the screen and took his hand in hers. The public humiliation of getting seen in diapers disappeared briefly as she pulled his hand up her leg. She shifted a little to allow the dress to slide up and pressed his palm against the front of her diaper as she opened her legs a little for easier access for his significantly larger hands. She hadn’t noticed before how coarse and rough his hand was and how it easily dwarfed her own much softer hands. Like before, his hand began to knead the crinkly plastic slowly. His palm was pressed firmly against the padding between her legs. His fingers and thumb slowly opened and closed with an occasional circular movement with enough force to create pressure against her clit. She couldn’t hold the flood gates any longer and released the clench she had been maintaining for what felt like ages. It took a moment for her body to accept the defeat but as it did there was a soft hiss muffled by the diaper and his hand between her legs. She looked at Max to see his expression at her action. His hand could feel the warmth spreading around the front of the diaper and he looked at her with a victorious smirk. His groping got a bit more aggressive as she released the contents of her bladder for him into the waiting diaper. Their eyes remained locked together for the entire duration until the flow slowed to barely a trickle and then ceased entirely. The warm, wetting padding against her soft sensitive skin felt heavenly where she had previously hated the feeling. “Good girl.” Max praised with another whisper. With his hand on her wet diaper and the praise, her free hand clamped down on the armrest as her eyes rolled back in her head. Her body convulsed a little as the orgasm easily flowed through her body. ‘How could I orgasm from just a little praise and a wet diaper? Is there something wrong with me? Am I the depraved?’ She contemplated as she stifled a moan that would have surely notified everyone in the theatre of their antics in the back row, even if they didn’t know what was exactly happening. She panted quietly a little and managed to see Max with a prideful smile as he turned back to the screen. She regained her composure shortly after and returned her eyes to the movie. It felt like she had missed a good chunk of the movie up to this point and it wasn’t really making sense to her foggy post orgasm mind. So instead of the movie, Elizabeth found herself stealing more and more glances of Max until she was more focused on him than the movie. She wished the movie would end faster or better yet, Max would just pick her up and throw her over her shoulder like a prize and carry her out of the theatre, strap her into his car and drive her back to his place without hesitation. That option probably wasn’t going to happen but she wouldn’t mind the humiliation of her diaper being displayed over his shoulder as he carried her out of the theatre at this point. She wasn’t going to see any of these people likely ever again so what did it matter if he claimed his prize. Her eyes kept wandering up and down his body taking in the view. She wanted to see him without the dashing suit on, she wanted him to see her in just her skin. As the thoughts flooded her mind she couldn’t stop her hand from slowly crossing the barrier of the armrest between them. She wasn’t overly experienced with the opposite sex but she knew enough. Her hand landed on his leg just above the knee. Slowly her hand began to travel up his leg until she found what she was looking for. She tightened her grip a little and began to stroke up and down. He had had so much fun teasing her, it was her turn to tease him. His eyes stayed focused on the screen and a simple smile grew across his face. She did her best to tease him through his pants, he was clearly enjoying it since he was already so hard for her. Her hand travelled up and down the length, pausing for her thumb to circle at the end. Time seemed to fly and before she knew it, she heard music playing. She turned back to the screen and the credits were playing on the screen. Several people were beginning to stand and collect their items. She panicked for a moment and her hand quickly pulled away to adjust her dress to cover up her diaper. The lights began to come up but Max’s hand stayed firmly placed on her diaper, preventing her from covering up. She blushed wildly but he only smirked. All it would take was someone looking back to see them and her secret would be out to these movie goers. Her hands clenched at the dress and she looked down into her lap. His hand over the yellow padding between her legs felt so erotic as he administered a few new gropes to the front. She closed her eyes in an attempt to hide herself. She knew that people could still see her but if she didn’t see them it would reduce the humiliation. “I think we should take this back to my place, I think you’re going to need a change soon.” Max said in a voice that was above the whisper he had been using so far. Elizabeth let out a little squeak but nodded her approval quickly. Surely people had heard him mention her needing a change and her cheeks felt like they could light a cigarette. His hand gave a few more sharp grabs to the diaper before it moved away. She opened her eyes and adjusted her dress quickly. She saw a few people still waiting through the credits to see if there was a post credit scene but most had departed. Max stood and extended his hand to her to help her stand. She gratefully took it and rose from the seat. The soaked diaper between her legs sagged heavily as she rose. It had cooled substantially but it didn’t feel too terrible as it brushed against her thighs. Max picked up the drink, he had barely touched it throughout the movie but as he handed it to Elizabeth she realised it was almost empty. The popcorn bucket looked mostly full but Max left it there for the cleaning staff as he began to pull her forward towards the exit. She shuffled after him into the lobby where they passed the ushers and sparse remaining patrons. She wasn’t paying attention to where they were headed as she tried to keep up with his pace. She heard a door open and was expecting fresh air but was greeted with the scent of cleaning supplies. She looked up from the floor to see they were in a single stall family bathroom probably intended for amazons with littles that needed changes before and or after their movies. He pushed her up against the wall and leaned over her. Before she knew it, their tongues were having a raging battle in one another’s mouths. This persisted for a few minutes, her eyes were closed as she felt electricity coursing through her body and between her legs. She felt him take her wrists into his oversized hands and pin them against the wall on either side of her head. “You started this.” He said in his low voice that made her weak in the knees. He slowly pushed her down into a squatting position with her back against the wall. The dress had no choice but to ride up and she shifted her hips a little in order for it to gracefully ascend. Her diaper was on full display as her legs moved out to either side of his. Her hands were still pinned to the wall on either side of her head as she came eye level with her goal from inside the theatre. His slacks were doing a terrible job hiding his excitement and his eyes weren’t much better as he looked down at her. There was lust and greed swimming through those green eyes that looked down at her. Just as she thought she was about to get her reward the door to the bathroom burst open. Both their eyes snapped to the tweener usher who had barged in and froze. The usher had no idea what to make of the scene in front of him as two pairs of ferocious amazon eyes dared to rip him to shreds for barging in. The only thing that moved was his eyes as he looked down at Elizabeth with a diaper on display and back to Max who had her pinned against the wall in the crouch position, clear about what was about to happen. Max released her hands for a moment as her cheeks burned and she looked away. He pulled out his wallet and extracted a large bill and tossed it to the tweener with “leave and forget everything you just saw.” The tweener caught the bill and after a moment of processing darted out of the bathroom. Max paced to the door and threw the deadbolt to make sure that wouldn’t happen again. “Where were we? Ah yes, someone was being impatient during the movie and may have bitten off more than she can chew.” Max said as he turned back around and approached Elizabeth who was still burning up from being caught. Max’s hands travelled down to his zipper and button as he approached her crouching position as he undid both. He lowered the front of his pants and boxers which allowed his masculinity freedom to spring forward. Elizabeth was at first in shock and then awe as her eyes fixated on his length. “Since you’ve been such a naughty girl and had, let’s see, three orgasms already. Why don’t you be a good girl and help me catch up starting now.” Max said as he took his position back in front of her face. The ‘good girl’ phrase again had her nodding anxiously as she stared at his shaft in front of her face. She so desperately wanted this inside of her but knew Max’s intentions. Her mouth slowly opened and her tongue moved forward and draped over her bottom lip, a bit of saliva dripping from the tip of her tongue onto her chest. Her mouth was watering like crazy as if she was looking at the most delicious meal ever prepared. Max smiled as he moved himself forward. At first he only teased her, only giving her the tip as lips barely grazed the head. She returned the favour by only delicately licking and teasing back so that he’d take action. Her hands moved to her diaper, she wanted to touch herself so badly as she was overtaken by desire. However as soon as her hands came into contact with the plastic the LCU gave her a sharp reminder of her rules. She gasped a little at the sudden shock and withdrew her hands quickly. Max took notice of this and commented “you knew better and still tried to touch your diaper, it looks like your sister has quite a bit of control over you doesn’t she?” Elizabeth nodded a little with him still in her mouth. “Give me your hands again. I’ll help keep you out of trouble.” Max commanded with a sinister smile. Max removed his blazer and folded it a little sloppily before tucking it behind Elizabeth’s head. Pinned against the wall as she was, her head didn’t have much room for movement and the glint in Max’s eyes told her this was going to be quite the experience. Elizabeth raised her hands again and Max pinned them to the wall where they were before he had released them to pay off the peeper. Elizabeth’s head didn’t have much room to retreat with the blazer and immovable wall behind her head as he began to push deeper into her mouth. Her head was pushed up against the wall as he started to feed her more and more of his length slowly with perfectly timed movements, testing her gag reflex. The first tingle in her throat had made sure her head was fixed against the padding protecting the back of her head and the only escape was forward which max timed perfectly so that forward would mean taking more of his length. She did her best to apply pressure with her tongue and avoid his skin with her teeth as she wrapped her lips around his length and applied a bit more suction. Her tongue lapped at the soft skin around the sensitive head and dragged around the shaft as he moved in and out. She could tell he had showered beforehand but no matter how well someone may shower, there is always that little bit of musk left behind. Max’s scent was a like freshly sawed timber, probably from his soap, mixed with that unmistakable body order that is unique to everyone. Elizabeth’s nose and tastebuds could easily pick up the scent and flavor and it was driving her a little wild to have two of her sense overwhelmed by him. If anyone was standing outside the door there would be no mistaking what was happening inside of the bathroom as Elizabeth began to get more sloppy with her application. Max was beginning to thrust deeper and deeper but Elizabeth could tell she was at best only taking half of length as it tickled her throat. Max began to dwell longer and longer at depth, depriving her of oxygen. Tears began to fall from her eyes as she gagged a little here and there and on thrusts. Max released her hands and brought them to either side of her head. He pinned her head against the wall as he began to give his final, long, slow pushes into her mouth. Elizabeth’s eyes had been looking up to him the entire time to gauge his reactions and could tell he was in his final moments. Her hands with not much else to do wrapped around the back of his thighs to pull him. Elizabeth felt a slight renewal of warmth between her legs as she released some of the processed soda she had had with the movie. “Good girl.” Max groaned as he began to release his hot cum into her mouth and throat. Elizabeth rolled up to the edge but didn’t make it over as the bitter salty taste flooded her taste buds. She had no choice but to begin swallowing and had to take a few gulps to contain it all. Finally he finished and released her head. He took a few staggered steps back and let out a long sigh. Elizabeth slumped to the floor in a w position, her legs could no longer support her. She swallowed a few more times to savour the flavour. She had no particular liking of blow jobs but with Max it had been exhilarating and her body was on fire. She contemplated if she’d be able to do that again soon. “Did you like daddy’s milk that much?” Max asked with a questioning eyebrow as he watched Elizabeth take a finger and scrape any remnant into her mouth. She blushed a little realising her action. “Why waste what you gave me?” Elizabeth smirked proudly. She slowly began to rise to her feet as after max retrieved his blazer from behind her head and helped her up a little. She took a few steps over to the mirror to see herself. Her makeup was completely ruined and her chest was covered in spit. “Next time we’ll have to have you in a bib.” Max teased as he pulled his pants back into place. “Let’s get home so you can get into a fresh diaper.” Elizabeth pulled a few paper towels from the dispenser and wiped away any of her remaining smeared makeup and the drool from her chest before she took Max’s hand to leave the restroom. He had opted to leave his blazer off and had it draped over his off free arm as they exited the bathroom. Quite a few of the ushers glanced their way as they entered the lobby, a few whispering amongst themselves and snickering as they looked towards Elizabeth whose eyes were glued to the floor again. The amazon manager of the crew shooing them back to work as she glared condescendingly at Elizabeth. Max was walking slowly like he was taking a leisurely stroll to show off his conquest. Elizabeth wanted to sprint to the door but Max’s strong hand gave hers a firm squeeze of reassurance as she maintained his pace one step behind him like a little girl being led around until they made it outside to the car. Max took liberties with the harness this time around and pulled her dress up like he had mentioned before to pull the crotch strap up between her legs and tight against the diaper. His hand briefly paused on the soaked padding and the chest harness application led to a little gentle groping of her nipples through her clothes. Elizabeth was too timid to say anything at this point and was quite enjoying the attention. She watched him walk around the front of the car, toss his blazer into the trunk with her purse before opening his door. Her stomach gave a little gurgle and groan as it signified it was approaching time to deposit her dinner. ——— got a little carried away towards the end, blame it on “A Court…” that I’ve been reading lately… hope you enjoyed!