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You've been spoiling us, Nomadic! Lovely chapter as always. Super delighted whenever this story is updated. Thank you so much for keeping it going!

You do a really good job! Nailing that kind of blend of Adults but treated as children in a societal sense doesn't seem super easy, but you always do it so well. It's awesome. I'm always on the look out for any Raising Husbands stories posted in the story section haha.

The Raising Husbands setting you've made is so, so good. I really love whenever you post stories or snippets set in it!

I did not expect another chapter so soon, but I am so happy. As always fantastic work, Nomadic. I love seeing the dynamic growing a bit, while also still keeping that slightly, maaaybe darker edge? I mean Steve did get him a lil drunk before sexy times happened...Great work!

Definitely my favorite story on the site at the moment! Always a treat when you update, Nomadic!

Another chapter so soon? You're spoiling us! Fantastic as always. Their dynamic is so interesting, and to see it grow and evolve as the kink elements take a more prominent role in the story is so much fun. Fantastic as always, Nomadic!

So happy to see a new chapter. Your writing is really great as always, and I'm tremendously excited to see the diapers finally showing up! Thanks so much for continuing the story, Nomadic

Oh wow an update! So happy! A spicy one too! Interesting to see Steve's much, much more dominant side coming into play. I'm so eager to see more.

This is really written so well. Very interesting hot chapter! I love it, Nomadic! Can't wait for more.

Oh my gosh a new chapter! I had almost given up hope, and what a great chapter it was! Fantastic, Nomad. Super excited to see more!

Super excited to see what else you've come up with!

Looking forward to more! I feel like we're at an exciting turning point with the other Littles and their Caretakers coming.

Oh wow. What a chapter! Loved it. So happy to see the ABDL elements rearing their head! I'm so excited for this party, wondering if Adam is going to see a bit of his future in the Little guests that will be there.

This was a cute chapter. I didn't expect a chastity device to appear so soon! That should lead to some very interesting feelings for Adam.

Agreed with Kerry. Very steamy! You write sexual scenes super well.

Ohhh yes! Great chapter. There was some nice intensity to the meeting between them, and I'm super eager to see where the story goes from here.

I see ABDL, Sissy, and Daddy and instantly my interest is piqued. It also helps that the first chapter is well written! I'm very excited to see more. Fantastic start.

A final update: I'm so sorry to any potential readers that I have had, but the last chapter will be, for now, the final chapter. I had always intended to continue, but a lot of stuff has happened in my life recently that has made me reevaluate a lot of things. Several factors that were the driving force in me wanting to write this are no longer a part of my life, and I think I might try to take a step away from ABDL for a while. I don't think I had a lot of readers, but I know a few of you messaged me about upcoming chapters, and I'm so sorry to let you down. Never say never, but for now there are no plans to continue this story. Thank you so much for any readership I had up to this point. Stay safe.

Well that's encouraging. Looking forward to whatever new ideas you come up with. Exciting either way. The more sci-fi take you did in the most recent version was really interesting. The DD is already pretty much a kind of science-fiction, so it's weird that I never thought of including stuff like that in it. It makes sense though after the fact, and works surprisingly well.

Mine and my Mommy's favorite Diaper Dimension story of all time. Chasing Emily is way up there for both of us. Always fun to give it a re-read. Have you ever considered doing a sequel, Inkuhime? It's awesome that you're still writing DD stories and the newest one was super interesting and unique, but do you think the story of Chase and Emily is done for now?

Hope people still find things interesting. I often find it's hard to balance the kinky, smutty fun between the ideas I have for actual plot stuff. It's this weird juggling act that I haven't really gotten a handle for yet, so I hope folks can still find some fun with it. My secret, selfish hope had always been that people would find the Norrisview Nursery setting interesting and want to make their own stories set in it with a sort of shared universe like the Diapered Dimension. Dumb thought I know, but it was my little selfish dream lol. I feel like I need to try and flesh things out more to help facilitate that kind of interest, but the type of story it is might work against that sometimes. I dunno. So long as people like it, that's ultimately all that really matters I think.

Well this has been a long time coming, huh? Sorry for the wait. I had a brutal case of writer's block when coming up with this chapter, and just where I was wanting to take the story overall. Much of the happenings in this chapter were actually not the original direction, and I scrapped an older version of this chapter in favor of the current events. I wanted to take a day or two and try to polish up this chapter a bit more, as I felt like I neglected details a bit in favor of trying to get it done. My apologies if it comes across that way, and I hope people like it. I'm outlining out chapter 7 now, and I'm hoping I won't be as stuck as I was with chapter 6. Chapter 6: Gloria smiled a simple kind of smile, the one that a person wears when they hear news from a friend that they are not entirely sure how they are meant to respond to yet. “Oh...I didn’t know you two liked kids so much?” she said, a bit surprised. “But is it paying you both enough? I could ask dad about trying to get you on at the offices, Mags,” Maggie smiled and shook her head. She, obviously, could not go into any real detail over what it was she did, but she needed to assuage any fears that Gloria might have had without raising too much suspicion. “No, no. Thanks, but I’m alright Gloria. Really,” she said with a smile. “I have something lined up, and this is just a temporary..uh...career building kind of thing, you know?” Gloria nodded, not really following Maggie’s logic, but she trusted that her friend knew what she wanted to do, and where she wanted to go. Besides, she had more on her mind in that moment than Maggie and Abby’s part-time jobs. “Troy!” she squealed as she threw her arms around a boy of similar age and similar height to her own. Maggie’s eyes immediately narrowed as she took stock of the man. He was not tall, or particular muscular. His face was a bit plain, with well maintained light-brown hair that had been cut into one of those ridiculous undercuts that she saw from time to time. He was dressed plainly, in a simple grey button-up shirt, and light khaki pants. All in all, he seemed harmless. Not like the overly macho suitors or stuffy business folks that usually made a pass at Gloria. Still, one could never be too careful. Gloria turned to Maggie and Abby, her hand interlocked with the young man’s. “Maggie, Abby. This is my boyfriend, Troy,” she said, obviously delighted. “I wasn’t sure if he was going to make it tonight. I’m so glad you all get to meet!” Abby, for her part, smiled and shook the boys hand, but Maggie was stunned. Gloria had always come to her first before making any big decisions like that. Maggie had been looking out for her since they were teenagers, and had saved her and her family’s money on several occasions when Gloria’s eyes became fixated on gilded men that quickly proved to be rusty underneath it all. “Oh...it’s nice to meet you, Troy,” Maggie said with a slight smile. Gloria immediately picked up on it, and winced slightly under Maggie’s questioning gaze. She gave Troy a quick peck on the cheek, and turned to her. “Oh hey, Mags. I wanted to talk to you real quick,” she said nonchalantly as she turned and walked a bit away from the crowd. Maggie did her part and followed behind until they were both far enough away from the others to actually talk. “You’re mad...I can tell,” Gloria said, a bit dejectedly. Maggie sighed, and looked at her best friend. “No..I’m not mad, Gloria. Honest. I’m just confused. Usually we talk about this kinda thing. Why didn’t you come talk to me?” “I...I was going to, but you were so stressed about finding a job, and things were going so well with Troy that I didn’t want to...bother you I guess,” she said in a quiet voice. “You never bother me, hon,” Maggie said giving her friend a quick hug. “We’re like sisters. I just worry about you is all,” “I know, I know...” Gloria said, hugging Maggie back. “I should have handled it differently, but Troy is a great guy, Mags. Really. You’ll like him if you get to know him,” “Oh I intend to,” Maggie said playfully, and completely seriously. The two then promptly returned to the party, and everything went relatively well. Most of the festivities had died down prior to their late arrival, so she focused most of her attention on Troy. She analyzed his face when Gloria would talk, his body language, and any other bits of information she felt was useful to be overly interpreted. In the end, however, she never really got anywhere with the mental interrogation. Troy seemed like a normal college kid, and the only real flaw that Maggie picked up on was that the boy lacked ambition. He seemed satisfied to work at his father’s law firm instead of pursuing any grand dreams or passions. In a way, however, it eased her fears somewhat that maybe this one was not just after Gloria’s family fortune. The night concluded some two hours later, and Maggie finally found herself in her own bed only slightly after that. She sighed, snuggling into her silk sheets and sniffing the scent of the brand new dryer sheets she had bought. Lavender. She sighed, feeling content as she set her alarm for tomorrow. She still had quite a lot to learn at Norrisview after all. Maggie smiled to herself, feeling content. It had been a little over a month since she had first started at the Norrisview Nursery, and already she was beginning to feel like an old pro. She had managed to make many friends with her fellow nannies, and even managed, she felt, to build a real rapport with her sissy charge, Becki. “Come on, Becki. Let it all out,” Maggie said cheerfully while driving the large phallic-shaped tool deep into Becki’s quivering backside with a steady hand. “Your mommy likes to hear you moan, silly,” “MMMM!” Becki replied, in her usual fashion. Maggie smiled and continued with a torturous slow rhythm, plunging the specialized dildo in and out of Becki’s behind until she managed to get it into the proper position to begin Becki’s prostate massage. Becki’s moans became much longer and gaspier when Maggie found the right spot, and she continued at a steady and slow pace to work up the bound sissy as much as possible. Becki was three days away from her next milking, but Marie had decided that her frustration levels were not quite as optimal as she would like, and so all week Becki was to be administered mandatory, hour long edging sessions with the specialized prostate massager that Marie had gleefully put a work order in for. Normally, it had been Marie handling Becki’s edging sessions, but she had recently come down with a nasty case of the flu, and so, as of today, Maggie had taken over handling all of Becki’s training for the next week or possibly even two. “It’s crazy how far we’ve both come, huh?” Maggie said, never stopping her massage of Becki’s internal button. “A month ago, I could never dream of doing something like this. I think I’d have to see a therapist if I had a dream like this,” she said with a laugh. Becki breathed heavily around her large gag, moaning uncontrollably when the massager stimulated her in just the right way. “You’ve been a tremendous help, Becki. Without working on a more experienced sissy like you, I don’t know if I ever would have gotten up the confidence to-Hey...hey now. You know the rules, Becki. I’m seeing a lot of sissy dribbling from you right now. This is an edging session, Lil Miss. You need to warn me if you’re getting close or you know what happens, right?” Maggie said firmly. Becki nodded quickly, her restraints that kept her in the bent over position rattling. Becki was still a few days from receiving her milking, and so receiving an actual orgasm from the massage was strictly off limits. With her mouth firmly gagged, the rule had been established that she was to knock her knuckles against the rail of the crib she was restrained to. Maggie had made sure to leave one hand free from the usual mittens to allow this. Any naughty behavior like lying and reaching an orgasm would be met with severe punishment. Something that Becki knew from experience and desperately tried to avoid. Maggie sighed and let go of the handle of the over-sized prostate stimulator, leaving it stuffed inside of Becki’s pert butt. “Well just to be sure. Let’s take a two minute break. Let you cool down completely before we restart. We’ve got to get through the full hour today, you know,” she said, slowly rising from her kneeling position behind Becki. “And don’t pout. You’re only three days away from relief. I doubt Marie will make this a permanent part of your regimen...unless I suggested it,” “MMMRRPH!” Becki squealed, shaking her head back and forth quickly. Maggie patted her firm, hairless cheeks. “Calm down, calm down. It was a bad joke. I’m sorry,” she said with a laugh before stepping away to drink from her water bottle. A small part of her still felt bad for Becki, to be tightly restrained and sexually tormented daily, but the more she participated in the training, the less bothered by it all Maggie had become. Besides, most of her money problems were quickly fading away. Norrisview paid its nannies extremely well, and Maggie looked forward to the day she could move into a nursery room all her own with a charge that she trained by herself. She took a long drink from her water-bottle before setting it aside and kneeling down to be eye level with Becki’s girlish bottom. “Alright. Once more from the top, lil miss,” she said cheerfully as she began to re-administer the slow massage. Becki jerked against her bonds, squirming and grunting into the pacifier gag loudly, but Maggie merely smiled and continued at a slow, steady, and controlled pace. Becki was going no where until she decided the session was done. Maggie licked her lips. The power was such a rush. Each plunge, pull, and grind of the dildo inside of Becki made the poor sissy squirm and gasp with obvious frustration and sexual need. Maggie controlled all of it. This former-man was under her power, she decided when he received pleasure and where he received it. She smiled, playing with Becki a bit and grinding the massager deeper inside and at a quicker pace. Becki gasped loudly, arching her back as the prostate massage became ever more intense. The sissy was drooling around her gag at this point, eyes unfocused as she jerked against her bonds. “You like that don’t you? When someone plays with your naughty ass, huh Becki?” Maggie said a bit breathlessly as she continued to administer the massage with even more intensity. She could hear something echoing in the nursery around her, her cellphone probably that she had forgot to turn off. She ignored it as she pumped the bound sissy, working her into a frenzy the likes of which she had been in since- “MMMM!” Becki cried out, as arched her back hard against the restraints and ejaculated directly onto the pad that had been set up to catch her drippings during the teasing session. Maggie’s eyes went wide, and white hot, indignant anger coursed through her until she realized that the noise she had been ignoring, was Becki’s knuckles rapping against the frame of the crib the entire time. She had gotten so lost in her fantasy, and her power-trip that she had ignored the signal and brought the sissy to complete orgasm. “Oh...” Maggie said, knowing that the various cameras in the nursery had caught what had just happened. She blinked a few times as she stood up slowly, and felt a chill of worry go down her spine. She looked up into the corner to see the camera glaring down at her from above, and she winced slightly as she imagined the gaze of someone like Miss Norris upon her in that moment. “Shit...I really messed up, Becks,” she said quietly. Becki, however, was lost in the intense afterglow of the orgasm and paid no attention to Maggie’s plight. The sissy was just delighted that she had been brought over the edge, and the thought of repercussion never entered her simple mind in those moments. Maggie sighed and gently tugged the massaging dildo from Becki’s backside and deposited it in the large sink for cleaning. Then she promptly returned and tugged Becki’s massive diapers back into place before setting about releasing her restraints and returning her unmittened hand back to its fingerless jail. “Playpen, Becki,” Maggie said, deciding to give Becki a break after that intense session. She helped guide the waddling sissy over to the playpen and assist her in getting inside. Normally, she would have squeezed and teased Becki’s gigantic, padded rear, but right now her mind was occupied on whether she should be worried for her position or not. She was still a Nanny-in-Training, and that meant, probably, that she was still in a probationary period. If ruining Becki’s scheduled milkings was a bad enough offense...then she might lose her newfound job...and the newfound power that came with it. When the intercom screeched to life, Maggie nearly punched the cartoonish sheep that decorated the wallpaper on Becki’s wall. “Nanny Maggie. Please report to the Head Nanny’s office immediately for emergency evaluation,” the secretary said plainly. Maggie turned to look at Becki was pretending to play with a doll, and obviously trying not to be seen as she shot curious glances towards Maggie. Maggie sighed, taking both of her arms and restraining her to the playpen to ensure that she could not leave. The chains attached gave her just enough give to continue playing, but leaving the pen was impossible. “I’ll send another nanny to check on you in a few minutes if the meeting goes long,” Maggie said, quietly. “Wish me luck, yeah?” “Mmmrph...” Becki said, cryptically. Maggie steeled herself as best she could, and exited the nursery to go speak with elusive and ominous Head Nanny.

New chapter coming soon. I've been super busy with work lately (and I honestly thought that people weren't really super interested in seeing more!) but I'm going to try and get the next chapter finished and try to update more regularly.

Super sorry for how long this took. A new job alongside a vicious bout of writer's block kept me from finishing this newest chapter, but I kept plodding away and thankfully I managed to finish it today. I hope you guys enjoy it! Still figuring out some ideas for this as we go as this was originally meant to just be a short story. Got a couple of balls in the air as I flesh it out. Lemme know whatcha think! Chapter 5: Maggie stood before the door to Becki’s nursery contemplating her day. To say that it had been eventful would be an understatement, and Maggie’s thoughts were occupied by the enormity of all that she had experienced today. Yet, she did not feel overwhelmed. Her heart was racing, and she felt a bit warm in the face, but it was coupled alongside this strange, new kind of confidence that she had never felt before. Or maybe it was not confidence at all, and maybe instead it was just a strange kind of satisfaction that she was receiving at all these new experiences. Her internal musings, however, were abruptly interrupted when she heard a loud noise coming from the nursery. She quickly fumbled with the door and threw it open to find Becki, diapers tugged down, splayed out over Marie’s lap. In Marie’s hand was a large, pink wooden paddle that she was easily wielding with one hand. She brought the paddle crashing down on Becki’s exposed rump that left the poor sissy squealing loudly into her gag and kicking her feet as she tried to resist the thorough spanking that the experienced nanny was delivering to her. Maggie gulped, impressed with Marie’s strength as always. She wondered if she would be as effective at administering such a punishment. The loud cracks of the paddle on Becki’s butt told her that there was some serious power behind the swings, and already Becki’s adorable behind was a lovely shade of pink as blow after blow rained down on her. “Do you...uh...need any help there, Marie?” Maggie asked. Marie looked up in surprise, not having noticed Maggie’s return as she was so focused on seeing to Becki’s punishment for all the naughtiness she had committed during the day. She smiled warmly and shook her head. “Oh no. Spanking is the easiest thing in the world honestly. Becki here is going no where until I’m done with her,” Marie said, emphasizing her point with another loud blow on Becki’s girlish butt. “We do need to get her bathed and ready for bed though. So if you wanna start up her bath then that would be great,” “Bed time so soon? It just turned 5:00 though,” Maggie said. “Naughty behavior earned her an earlier bedtime. Next time she’ll know not to act out in front of the Junior-Nannies, won’t she?” Marie asked with another smack. “MMM! MMMMPH!” came Becki’s sagelike reply as the paddle kissed against her backside over and over again. Maggie, for her part, merely set out to get her work done. She opened the door adjacent to Becki’s wardrobe and found small but serviceable bathroom. It was mostly just a sink and a large tub with no shower. Instead of a toilet, there was a larger version of a pink princess potty tucked away in the corner. Maggie chuckled to herself and wondered how often poor Becki was allowed to use it. She hummed to herself, ignoring the muffled squeals, whines, and paddle cracks as she sat out to create a bubble bath for Becki. She took some time testing the temperature of the water. She wanted it warm, but not too hot as to scald Becki’s almost surely searing bottom once she was in the tub. By the time Becki’s spanking had concluded, she had managed to get the temperature just about perfect and smiled as her fingers lightly skipped across the surface of bubbles. The crinkling behind her alerted her to Becki’s presence as the red-faced, teary-eyed sissy waddled into the bathroom holding onto Marie’s hand. “Arms up,” Marie said a bit tersely and Becki quickly shot her hands into the air, obviously not eager for anymore punishments tonight. Marie took her time removing Becki’s layered dress and pulling the various frillies and petticoats off of her, leaving her only in her ultra-thick diapers in the bathroom buffeted by the two nannies. Marie said and got down on one knee in front of Becki. Maggie was impressed once more at her height, Becki was certainly not a great comparison as she had not been a very tall boy prior to her transformation, but even still it was obvious to Maggie that Marie had to be taller than most men she knew. Marie’s harsh look softened a bit as Becki sniffled slightly past her gag, her eyes still a bit teary. Marie reached up a gently finger and wiped away a somewhat dried tear off the sissy’s cheek. “I’m not mad anymore, Becki,” she said calmly. “I know you know better now. You’ve just got to work on knowing better before a bit more often, alright? You’ve been so good lately, and nanny doesn’t want to see you ruin your track record from this point on. I think we can waive the second blue bottle tonight, okay? Now give me a hug and let’s get those diapers off for your bath,” Marie wrapped her arms around Becki and gently tugged her close, softly patting the sissy’s thickly, padded rump as she did so. Becki hugged back, blushing softly, but Maggie felt like she saw no small bit of relief in her eyes as she did. Whether it was due to a reprieve from the second blue bottle, or a genuine sense of happiness at Marie’s forgiveness Maggie did not know. Either way, soon Becki was freed from her damp diapers, Maggie could not help but again admire her lithe and smooth body, her frame was still somewhat masculine, but it was impressive how Norrisview had cultivated an aura of femininity in the former boy. Maggie shook herself from her own thoughts and assisted Becki into the warm bath. The sissy winced when her reddened behind connected with the warm water, but Maggie was grateful that it was a small reaction, and that she had managed to get the water temperature mostly correct. “Do I need to remove the gag?” Maggie asked. “We’ll leave it in for now. I let Becki brush her teeth before bed so she’ll get a few moments without it soon enough,” Marie said matter of factly. Maggie nodded and reached for a nearby sponge. She dipped it into the warm water and followed up with a lavender scented bodywash. She hummed softly as she began scrubbing Becki down. Becki, now on her best behavior, raised her arms and legs when necessary, and Maggie had little trouble properly cleaning the sissy. She noticed, however, as she scrubbed that Becki’s skin was noticeably pinker as she scrubbed. She blinked in confusion as she felt that she was not really applying too much pressure to see such pinkness. Marie noticed her confused look quickly as she surveyed the bath-time with a critical eye. “The soap we use here is special,” she offered. “It serves to clean, exfoliate, and keeps the sissies hairless. It takes a while for them to adjust to it. It stings a bit, but it leaves their skin so wonderfully smooth and supple. I’ve honestly considered grabbing some for myself at times,” Marie chuckled and Maggie smiled in acknowledgment, she looked at Becki trying to determine if her charge was uncomfortable from the stinging chemical soap, but Becki, for her part, seemed mostly ambivalent to the bath-time. Maggie supposed that she had had enough by now to be mostly use to it. “Alright, Miss Priss,” Maggie said cheerfully. “Up on all fours. Let’s go.” Becki blushed as she shifted position in the back, getting on her hands and knees to offer up her round, girlish bottom to be cleaned. “Oh...I could do this part if you want, Maggie,” said Marie suddenly. Maggie merely smiled and shook her head. “No it’s okay. Really. I’m adjusting quickly.” Marie nodded and stood back once more as Maggie began to thoroughly scrub down Becki’s more private areas. She could not help but smile as Becki quivered and squirmed as she gently scrubbed around Becki’s caged penis or when she, using a nearby rag, thoroughly cleaned Becki’s behind. She felt her own cheeks flush slightly as the quivering sissy gasped behind her gag as Maggie gently allowed her middle finger to slip inside of Becki’s surprisingly still tight anus. She had to be thorough after all… Soon enough bath-time was finished, and Maggie assisted Becki out of the tub and into a fluffy warm towel that she enveloped the sissy inside of as she began to dry her off. Marie smiled and nodded happily at the scene before her. “I gotta say. You handled that perfectly,” she said with no small amount of pride. “Most new hires have a hard time adjusting to the sheer amount of…well nudity and physical contact that comes with the job. You’re a natural though, Maggie.” Maggie laughed softly and shrugged. “What can I say? I just follow your example, Marie,” Marie laughed alongside the new nanny, but Maggie could see some bit of discomfort in her eyes as she did so, and Maggie immediately felt like she had something wrong. Regardless, once Becki was dry Marie freed her mouth from the cock-gag pacifier and allowed her to brush her teeth. The two nannies stood behind her, waiting for an opportunity to punish if Becki abused the privilege of her mouth being unstuffed for once. “We’ll get her dressed then into bed. Then I think we can both clock out for the night,” Marie said, looking a bit worn out. Maggie nodded, she did not feel tired, however, and guessed that a crash was coming soon once all the adrenaline of her first day finally wore off. It felt strange. To be so comfortable with all that happened to day, and again Maggie pondered if perhaps something was wrong with her. What kind of person goes with the flow on something so strange and depraved? Was it just the money she was going to be making? Or was it something else? “Hey Marie...” Maggie began. “Yeah, hon?” the taller woman asked. “How did your first day here go?” Maggie asked cautiously. “Did you feel...overwhelmed?” Marie looked at Maggie for a few moments before smiling softly. “Overwhelmed? Not really,” she said. “Remember I had a background as a dominatrix prior to this gig. So this wasn’t so far out of my wheelhouse. It was just...real this time. I didn’t feel overwhelmed. I felt...relieved. Like I could finally be my real self and play these games the way I wanted to play them. There wasn’t that separation anymore where I was doing this for someone else’s pleasure.” Her smile faded softly before she continued. “No I wasn’t overwhelmed. What came later was more...guilt,” she said. “Once I was alone and away from my charge...a worry that maybe something was wrong with me to enjoy it so much. To...participate in something like this.” Maggie listened to Marie’s Becki’s electric toothbrush buzzing in the background. “Did you...come to a conclusion?” she asked softly. “Yes, but it’s hard to explain,” Marie said. “It was just...there’s a feeling I had when I came back to my shift and worked with my charge. That rush that kept me going like a drug. I held onto that feeling and just went with it, and soon enough I stopped feeling guilty. All the guys brought here deserve to be here on some level, right? And it’s not like me passing up the opportunity to going to keep them from being trained. Maybe the nanny they got instead of me would be overly sadistic and cruel. It does happen after all. It’s an unsatisfying answer, but I guess I just calloused over the guilt until I didn’t really think about it anymore. We’re just providing a service to a market that already exists. The least we could do is strive to do it right,” Maggie looked at Marie, trying to understand her point of view. What she said made sense, but Maggie felt unsatisfied with her answer. Her own tumultuous emotions were warring against themselves inside of her, and she had hoped to learn the best way to settle the storm in her mind, but she supposed that what worked for Marie might not work for her. “Thanks, Marie,” Maggie said with a smile. “I appreciate it,” Marie looked troubled for a moment, but as she went to speak Becki finished with her brushing and turned to face her nannies. Marie, now distracted by whatever it was that she was about to say, immediately got to work re-gagging her charge before taking her hand and leading her back into the nursery to the changing table. Soon enough, Becki was diapered in her puffier nighttime diapers, and Maggie did her part by slipping a short, light pink camisole nightie over her head. It was surprisingly simple garment for bedtime, but the shortness of the nightie put Becki’s giant padded butt on clear display. The nannies worked together in securing their charge into the crib, working her into the proper restraints before finally tucking her in for the night. Marie bent down to deliver a quick peck on the cheek to Becki before she left, and Maggie could not help but reciprocate by delivering a swift, gentle kiss to her other cheek before the two finally exited the nursery and flipped off the light. Maggie and Marie chatted in the dressing room as they both removed their uniforms and donned their clothes, Maggie back in her formal, business attire while Marie opted for a much more casual yellow t-shirt adorned with the phrase ‘Riot Grrrl’ in bright red lettering and a pair of jeans. Maggie felt silly as she stood next to her. “I feel a bit overdressed,” Maggie said with a laugh. Marie just chuckled to herself as the two turned in their keys to the front desk and exited out the nondescript doors into the cool night air. Maggie sighed in relief, enjoying the breeze against her face. All day without any windows was a bit stressful, and she wondered how long it would take to get use to being somewhat underground all day. Maggie and Marie shared a quick hug as they both departed for their respective vehicles. Maggie sat in her car, stretching slightly as her mind drifted through the thoughts of the day. Each experience bringing color to her cheeks and a soft smile to her lips. When she caught a glimpse of her flushed, smiling face in the rearview mirror, however, she was instantly struck with pangs of guilt that stabbed at her from the inside. She knew she was crazy to keep going along with this insane facility and yet… “Boo!” came the sudden cry next to her open window as Abigail appeared suddenly. Maggie squealed loudly and smacked at her friend’s arm as she managed to get her composure. “Not funny, Abby! Jeez!” she said, flustered. Abigail merely chuckled. “Sorry, sorry. You just looked so serious. I couldn’t resist.” Maggie grumbled to herself and looked surprised as Abigail suddenly hopped into the passenger seat. Abigail saw the look of confusion and merely smiled. “Gloria is having her birthday party tonight, remember? At the Italian place? We’re perfectly fashionably late at this point. We can’t miss it,” she said playfully. Maggie blinked, shocked at herself at forgetting their friend’s party. The two quickly sped away in Maggie’s simple Honda towards the overly fancy Italian restaurant that her friend had selected as the spot for her twenty-fourth birthday. As they drove Maggie’s mind wandered a bit. The questions she had wanted to ask Abigail earlier returned, and as they approached the parking lot she found that she could not contain them any longer. “Abby. Hey, wait up a second. I wanted to ask...was there some kind of problem with the nanny before me? I’ve been getting a weird feeling,” she asked. Abigail thought for a moment. “Oh. You mean Allison? Yeah there was some kind of problem. She broke company policy and actually got fired I heard. Nannies and other employees pretty much never get fired, so I have no idea what it was that she did. Must have been something pretty serious,” she said as they walked together. “Well. I had heard that ole Norris made up her mind then to put a hiring freeze on the incoming nannies, and a lot of us thought that they weren’t going to be hiring anyone from outside the company and it’s associates. I was pretty bummed since I was scouting you for the spot, but we had to wait. Then bout a month back, Norris puts out the call that we’re accepting nannies again and asks for potential candidates. No idea what it was about your resume that impressed her, but you were the only one who was brought in among that batch.” Maggie nodded, not truly following as she followed her friend into the restaurant. She was even more confused now as the two made their way to the huge table where all their friends were. She smiled as she saw Gloria and waved ecstatically. Gloria was one of her oldest friends, and also happened to be fabulously wealthy thanks to her family. Many of Gloria’s friends rubbed Maggie the wrong way, she had always been protective of the overly naive, overly sheltered girl and potential suitors and fake friends were things she had to chase away before. “Maggie! Abby!” the petite brunette cried as she ran to meet them at the water fountain, jumping up to wrap both of them in a large embrace. “I’m so glad you are bot here! We ordered without you, but I can call the waiter back without any trouble I’m sure,” Maggie smiled at Gloria’s bubbly nature, when they first met she had assumed that Gloria would just be another spoiled rich girl, but it did not take long for her to realize just how wonderfully kind, and lonely, that she really was. “Happy birthday, Gloria,” she said, squeezing her back in a tight hug as she let the smaller girl drop back down. The three of them were soon seated back at the main table as Abby and Maggie both began digging into the leftover breadsticks while they waited to place their order. Gloria sat in the center of the table in front of the two of them and smiled warmly as they stuffed their faces. “So what have you two been doing today anyway?” Gloria asked suddenly. “Whatcha mean?” Maggie asked, munching on a breadstick. “Well...you both smell like baby powder,” she said with a confused look. Maggie felt her cheeks flush slightly while Abigail merely snorted to herself. Maggie laughed lightly and reached over for her wine. “Oh. Well Abby here got me a babysitting job,” she said before taking a long sip of her red wine.

Chapter 4: A few minutes later, Maggie retrieved the blue bottle from the warmer, and gingerly held it in her hands as Marie helped Becki get situated in an oversized highchair in the corner of the nursery. “Normally I’d test the temperature on my arm, but ummm...” Maggie said hesistantly. Marie snorted a bit as she bound Becki’s mittened hands to the side restraints of the highchair before affixing the tray. She playfully smacked Maggie on her shoulder as she approached, and then reached behind Becki’s head to undo the clasps of her pacifier gag. “Alright, Lil Miss. Time for your lunch,” she said in a sing-song manner as she pulled the pacifier gag free, only then to softly push the phallic part of the gag back into her mouth. Becki gagged softly as Marie gently pushed and pulled the pacifier gag in and out of her mouth repeatedly. “Is our little sissy ready to drink up her cummies? I certainly hope so. Maybe think next time before you act up, Lil girl.” Finally Marie pulled the gag completely free, but quickly replaced it with the teat of the blue bottle. Marie held it steady for Becki so that she could nurse hands-free. Maggie watched as Becki slowly suckled on the bottle, her face twisting and scrunching up at the obviously foul taste. “Some first day, huh?” Marie asked, willfully ignoring Becki’s plight as she suckled on the bottle. “I’d say so yeah,” Maggie said with a slight laugh. “It’s been fun though, right?” Marie asked slightly hesitantly. “You’re enjoying it?” Maggie looked up at Marie, and pondered over the scene she saw. She saw Marie, with her powerful build, strict countenance, and intimidating uniform exercising the power she had over Becki a diapered, trained, sissified captive who was currently being forced to literally drink her own milkings. Maggie felt that warm rush flow through her once more at witnessing the scene. That same addictive feeling that she prayed she would never grow use to. “Oh yeah,” Maggie said with a bashful smile. “It’s been very fun.” The two nannies spent some time just chatting then while Becki finished up her bottle. Maggie’s eyes would occasionally drift over to the bound sissy and contemplate her fate. She felt a bit bad having been involved in Becki’s punishment, a twinge of guilt that if she had just known where she was going beforehand then Becki might not have to endure her various punishments tonight. She could not deny, however, that the sight of Becki being punished did give her that all to familiar rush. Had Abigail noticed it before? Maybe Abigail had seen the dominant side of herself that she had been repressing, and that was what had given her the idea to extend the job offer. “Oh hey. Can you check Becki’s diaper real quick?” Marie asked suddenly. “She’s almost done with the bottle, and I wanna know if we should go ahead and change her,” Maggie blinked away her own internal thoughts as she nodded happily and reached underneath Becki’s frilly skirts to squeeze her thick padding. She enjoyed the way the diaper crinkled in her hands, and could not keep from squeezing and rubbing a few times to watch Becki squirm slightly. “A lil damp, but honestly I think she’s good for a few more wettings with a diaper that thick,” Maggie said confidently. Marie never questioned her. She simply nodded and carried on with the feeding. It made Maggie smile to herself that Marie trusted her judgment so much even though she was so inexperienced. She felt herself wanting to become every bit the confident, strict nanny that Marie already was. She’d redouble her efforts tomorrow with Becki’s training and learn as much as she possibly could. Minutes later, the blue bottle was finally tugged from Becki’s lips now that it was empty. Marie reached up with a damp cloth to wipe off Becki’s lips and face before handing the pacifier gag over to Maggie. “Go ahead,” she said. Maggie smiled and pressed the tip of the gag against Becki’s lips. “Open up, cutie,” she said playfully and then slowly pushed the gag deep into Becki’s mouth before refastening the clasps and restraints at the back of her head. “You know. It’s gotta be frustrating being gagged all the time like that,” Maggie said aloud once Becki’s had been perfectly put in place. “Oh yeah,” Marie agreed. “Though I hear that most sissies aren’t gagged twenty-four seven once they are in their homes. I imagine that their Mommies or Daddies like to keep them extra pent up and restricted during training so that they appreciate the freedoms they have at home,” “I guess that makes sense,” Maggie said. “So how many sissies have you trained anyway?” Marie was busy unshackling Becki from her restraints as she heard the question. She helped Becki back onto the plush carpet of the nursery and guided her waddling steps over to her playpen. Once Becki was seated and the playpen sealed she turned to Maggie. “Becki here is my fourth charge,” she said proudly. Maggie nodded, amazed at Marie’s expertise. A thought occurred to her, however, that embedded itself into her mind and refused to be dislodged. “Do you...ever get attached?” she asked. “Like...do you miss them when you have to send them away to their new homes?” Marie stopped in her tracks and turned to Maggie with a strange look on her face. It was silent for a few moments and only the crinkles of Becki’s diapers could be heard in the nursery. Then Marie smiled to Maggie, a soft, sad smile. “You...always run the risk of getting attached,” she said somewhat softly. “Some more than others,” Maggie nodded, not knowing what to say. She was worried she had touched upon something that should have remained untouched, and felt ashamed. The next few minutes were awkward as the two nannies spent some time sprucing up the nursery. Marie was smiling and humming as usual, but Maggie still felt strangely guilty and wondered how best to clear the air. “So I uh-” she began. A loud voice, tinged with interference rang out over the nursery. All three occupants jumped at the sudden jarring sound. “Junior-Nanny Margaret Owens. Please report to the office of the Headmistress,” the voice said plainly. Maggie blinked a few times, not use to hearing her own name on an intercom system since she was last in highschool. She looked to Marie who only looked pale and slightly nervous. “I...I guess I’ll be back shortly,” Maggie said without confidence. Marie nodded and gave her some quick pointers to Sophia’s office. With her guidance, it did not take long before she found herself standing outside of the office of the Headmistress. Her heart was pounding, and the back of her throat felt dry. She was not entirely sure why she was so worried. Maybe it had been the strange look on Marie’s face that had done it. That worrisome look and the strangeness of her eyes that had sent a signal to Maggie’s brain that she should be worried. She gulped twice, trying to clear her throat before gently knocking on the large, oak door. “Come in,” she heard Sophia say. Maggie hesitantly opened the door and stepped inside. The office itself was large, somewhat dimly lit, and reminded Marie of the Dean’s office of a college. In contrast to both the clinical look of the corridors and the whimsical look of the nurseries, Sophia’s office was a grandiose mix of mahogany tables, leather furniture, bookcases, and tasteful, expensive looking rug that dominated much of the floor. Everything in the room screamed expensive, luxury, and high stature that left Maggie off balance and feeling out of place. “Ahem,” Sophia’s voice called out rather dramatically. “Please have a seat, dear,” Maggie turned and saw the older woman now, behind a large desk adorned simply with lamp and a considerable amount of paperwork. Maggie wasted little time in sitting down in the chair opposite of Sophia. It was a comfortable, plush leather chair, and Maggie felt herself sink slightly into it. It felt strangely restrictive. Sophia stared at her for a few moments before a soft smile adorned her face. Sophia snapped her fingers and immediately Maggie heard an all too familiar crinkling sound behind her. She turned to see a well-diapered sissy dressed up as a stereotypical french maid waddling and sashaying her way to Maggie. The sissy’s arms were bound in an armbinder behind her, but a tray of various treats and pastries was affixed to harness attached to a large leather collar. The sissy carefully positioned herself next to Maggie so that the treats were in reach. “Please take one,” Sophia said warmly. Maggie, not knowing what else to do, simply reached over and grabbed a small plate with a frosted slice of cake. She grabbed a fork from the tray, amazed at the sissy’s poise to remain so still and keep all the contents from sliding or spilling off. Sophia waved her hand dismissively once Maggie had made her choice and the sissy merely took waddling, simpering steps back to her station in the corner of the office. Maggie nibbled on the cake, her stomach churning nervously as Sophia sipped from a cup of steaming tea. “Forgive the abruptness of all this, Maggie,” Sophia said. “I simply wanted to touch base with you sooner than I thought.” Maggie nodded, hoping that frosting was not currently on her lips as she began to speak. “Oh it’s okay! I was just helping Marie in the nursery was all,” Sophia nodded. “And how do you feel about your first day?” “Oh...umm..I’ve really enjoyed it so far,” Maggie said. “It was a big shock to the system, but I’ve felt...strangely alright.” “Strangely?” Sophia asked, her interest piqued. “Why do you think it’s strange?” Maggie looked surprised. She felt that it was obvious why everything here would be strange to the uninitiated. She licked her lips nervously before she continued. “Oh just...I dunno. I never had any experience with stuff like this before,” she said. “Seeing all the sissies and their treatment...it was just a big shock, but I feel like I’ve acclimated pretty quickly,” “Quickly indeed.” Sophia said. “It’s interesting how easily you’ve adjusted to things despite having no background in domination or any known fetish community,” Maggie gulped, not sure where the questioning was going. “I...I don’t really know what to say, ma’am. I just...seeing the way Marie was handling Becki...it felt good,” Maggie said bashfully. “It was like there was this warmth in my stomach or my chest every time I saw Becki’s big diapered butt...or watched her milking...my legs felt shaky, but everything else felt tight and strong. I don’t know what it was...it was just..just...” “Ah...I see now,” Sophia said, a smile on her face. “A repressed dominant. Abigail had mentioned to me that she felt you had the makings of a Nanny in you. I was skeptical...and I admit I still am somewhat. That being said, I believe in giving everyone a chance,” “Thank you, ma’am,” Maggie said. “I appreciate the opportunity...” Sophia smiled, her eyes locked on Maggie the entire time. She blinked rarely, and the dim lighting of the room gave her an overall ominous look. Maggie’s heart was a flutter with nerves as she sat there under the older woman’s stern gaze. Suddenly there was a loud thump to Maggie right that made her jump and nearly squeal with surprise. To the right was a simple door near the library-like bookcase that Maggie had not noticed. Sophia turned, as if expecting the noise and sighed. “Ah...she simply can’t keep herself from acting up it seems,” Sophia said. “Maggie would you please go retrieve my pet for me?” Maggie, confused, merely nodded and stood up. She cast a glance to the sissy maid in the corner, wondering why Sophia had the maid and apparently a second sissy behind the door. Maggie opened the door cautiously and found not a nursery, but a dungeon. The room was adorned with various implements of bondage and BDSM play. Restraints, gags, paddles, sawhorses, stockades, and others that Maggie did not even know were all over the dark room. In the center of the room was what Maggie assumed was a playpen, but was more like a large cage with both a top and bottom to it, completely sealing in the occupant. The sissy was not dressed at all like the others that Maggie had seen. Instead she was adorned mostly in leather restraints. Her face was obscured by a tight mask that completely covered most of her face, leaving only her nostrils and mouth visible. The sissy’s mouth was occupied by a gag like all the others, but hers was different. It did not seem to be a pacifier, but more a large O-Ring gag that kept the sissy’s mouth permanently open, only now though it was plugged by some kind of vaguely pacifier shaped plunger. Her arms were bound in a tight armbinder behind her back. There were no frills or lace on the outfit, just a tight BDSM gear made up of tight latex and leather that squeaked and creaked as the poor creature moved about. A very large diaper was the only part of the outfit that Maggie felt was familiar, and the scene unsettled her strangely as she looked at the writhing prisoner. As Maggie approached the cage and began unshackling the locks, the prisoner immediately began to thrash and sputter around her gag. She was impressively feminine, even moreso than the others that Maggie had seen. She was small of frame, with slender shoulders, and a smaller waist that stood out more against the tightness of her outfit. Maggie could even swore she saw a bust underneath all the restraints and locks. “MMM! MMMMPHHH!!!!” the prisoner wailed, thrashing as Maggie tried her best to affix the leash to her collar. This one was not trained like Becki, she resisted as much as possible as Maggie finally managed to clasp the leash onto her. “A-alright, missy,” Maggie said without confidence. “Stand up. Time to march,” The sissy yanked and pulled against the leash as Maggie did her best to tug against the leash and thrashed against Maggie with as much as force as her bound form would allow. “She’s being fussy, I take it?” came Sophia’s calm voice. “Yes, ma’am! I’m s-sorry. I’m having some trouble,” Maggie said desperately. “I’ll fix that. Don’t you worry,” Sophia said ominously. Maggie had no idea what Sophia meant until suddenly the sissy froze, shivering hard and gasping into her gag as if there were an electrical current running through her body. For a moment, Maggie panicked and worried that just might be the case until she heard a loud buzzing sound coming from the prisoner’s diaper. She blushed, now knowing what Sophia had just switched on and continued to tug the sissy into the office. She was relieved when she finally gave up the reins to Sophia. Sophia, for her part, merely smiled and pulled the struggling prisoner onto her lap as easily as she might a kitten. “Someone’s cranky today, isn’t she?” Sophia asked, planting her mouth close to the prisoner’s ear. “I think we’ll have to punish her even more now, won’t we?” “MMM! MMRRRRPH!!” the prisoner replied helplessly. Sophia merely began to bounce the bound sissy on her knee, making sure it was placed squarely between her legs so that the bouncing stimulated her diapered crotch. The bound sissy sputtered and groaned into her gag, writhing as Sophia turned to speak to Maggie. “Now then,” she said, speaking just above the muffled moans of the occupant of her lap. “I think we’re done here for now, Maggie,” Maggie could not hide her confusion. She felt as if nothing had actually been accomplished or explained, and she worried that she might have made a poor impression for her inability to control the untrained sissy. Was that it? Had it all been a test that she had failed? Worry surged up from her chest, and her face sank as she faced Sophia. Maggie stood up slowly, unsure what to say or do. Sophia had slipped her hand into the diaper of the prisoner, who was now thrashing even more as Sophia’s hand crept about doing who knows what, and Maggie sighed despondently as she finally turned to leave. “You’ve done well today, Maggie,” Sophia said, never stopping her torment of the restrained slave. “I’m glad we’ve had this chat,” Maggie blinked, unsure what to make the words. They were...praise? But what had she done? Marie had handled most of the care of Becki, and Maggie did a terrible job handling the untrained charge. Was there something else going on? Something she had not noticed? Maybe it had been a test, one that she had...passed? “T-thank you, ma’am,” she said cautiously. “I really appreciate it coming from you,” Sophia merely nodded and returned to tormenting the slave on her lap as Maggie finally left the office. She was confused but pleased. Whatever that had been, it seemed to have gone well? She still was not sure, and she wondered why the heavily bound sissy had given her such a strange feeling. One that she never felt around Becki or the other sissies at Norrisview. She returned the nursery, cautiously optimistic about her future, but with a mind full of new worries and small doubts.