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CHAPTER ONE “You have been such a bad girl, Bella. I think it’s time we try something different.” Bella followed her Mistress, practically skipping as they strolled through the woman’s luxurious home. Delightful tingles stretched from the tips of her toes through every inch of her nude body at the thought of what lay in store for her. Her Mistress was exceptionally creative and took great pride in her depraved work. Oh, the things they had done together. The unlikely pair turned down a hallway and stopped at the entrance of a room Bella had never seen before. “Mistress?” “Open the door. I know just how to tame this newfound bratty behavior of yours.” Bella loved this part. She lived for this part. There was such a thrill in putting absolute trust in someone and not knowing what came next. When the door opened, Bella expected another dungeon-type room, having spent many long hours in bondage as she was teased and tormented for her Mistress’ pleasure. Well…not only her Mistress’s pleasure. Bella stepped into the plush carpeting of the unfamiliar room and tried to take in what she was seeing. There was so much fucking pink. She wouldn’t call herself a tomboy, per se, but Bella had an edge and an intrinsic disdain for anything remotely dainty or girly. This new room was both of those things. And so much more. “Mistress, is that…” “Yes, Bella. You have been a naughty little thing for far too long, and it is time to try something better suited to your current behavior. I have a very special punishment in store for you.” “But, Mistress… I’m not into… I don’t really like…” “This is not about what your slutty little mind likes. Do you remember your safe word? Do you want to use it?” Bella hesitated... but ultimately trusted the older woman to know what she needed. “Bella?” She sighed. “No, Mistress. But I don’t like this. I don’t want to wear…” “I know, Bella. But I know you, inside and out. Your deepest desires are about relinquishing power and control to be completely at my mercy. That is all that this is. It just looks a little different from what you’re used to. Today, you are my doll to dress up and play with however I choose.” Bella wrestled with those words as she was escorted to the large table against the wall and climbed on top. Mistress reached below the table and reappeared with a handful of pink. Why did it have to be pink? Ugh. “Let’s start by making sure you stay out of trouble. These are for your hands. You won’t be able to do anything for yourself and will need me to take care of your every need.” Bella held up the padded mittens and quickly verified the truth of what she was told. She wasn’t getting out of these, and her hands were completely useless. Looking down, she saw Mistress fitting her feet with a similar pair. “These will make it harder for you to walk, and I love how cute the matching set looks, don’t you?” Mistress lifted Bella’s legs and attached her booties to two vertical posts that raised from the sides of the table and clicked firmly in place. A wave of vulnerability washed across Bella as her legs were spread wide, and her knees were bent to prepare her for the inevitability of what was coming. Her padded hands were next as one and then the other was raised to either side of her perturbed face and clicked into place. Bella performed the obligatory check of her bonds, and it was clear that she wasn’t going anywhere. She looked to her Mistress to see what came next. “Of course, we’ll need to do something about this hair…” Bella groaned. She wasn’t opposed to having her pubic hair removed. She had grown it, trimmed it, and even dyed it fun colors at the request of her Mistress. It wasn’t unusual for her to be completely bare, either, but she suddenly realized that there was a reason that Mistress had forbidden her to shave for the last several weeks. Mistress gives, and Mistress takes away. The shaving cream was cool and Mistress made fast work of removing the remaining vestiges of Bella’s womanhood until she was silky smooth. Bella felt a cool drizzle onto her shaven loins before Mistress rubbed the sweet-smelling oil into her skin. She moaned, despite herself, and stole a glance to see that Mistress was smiling. The teasing continued for a few moments before Mistress stopped and held up the one item Bella had been dreading most. “Mistress, I don’t want to do this anymore. Please. Anything else. Take me to the dungeon. Spank me. Put me on a leash. I’ll be your slave. Or your maid. Or anything else. Just…not that.” Mistress listened intently for Bella’s safe word before unfolding the pink diaper. She took her time and fluffed it menacingly, just like she had seen others do during her research. Mistress never jumped into anything haphazardly and was as prepared as ever for this new adventure. “Raise your bottom for me, Little Bella.” Bella stared up at the ceiling and tightened every muscle in her body. This might be happening to her, but she didn’t have to be a willing participant. A hard slap to her upturned bottom got Bella’s attention. But Mistress didn’t stop with one slap. Bella was far too experienced to be convinced by one little smack. Mistress covered every inch of her captive’s vulnerable bottom until it was a bright shade of red and Bella was crying and squealing and pleading for it to end. This wasn’t Bella’s first diaper position spanking, but it was certainly the most literal. Bella’s body was still tense as she felt her Mistress caress her face and tuck the matted hair behind her ears. She sighed and allowed her butt to ease down onto the soft padding as her Mistress continued to stroke her favorite sub’s hair and wipe away the tears. This was new. Mistress was as sadistic as they came and loved nothing more than to watch Bella squirm. But this was caring and nurturing and…weird. It was then that Bella noticed the gleam in Mistress’ eye and looked at her chest to see her deep, excited breaths. She was getting off on this! Bella studied the woman, peering deeply into her sage-green eyes. Those were not the eyes of a nurturing, compassionate caregiver. Bella saw someone deep into psychological mindfuckery and crafting new and ingenious ways to torment her. “There you go. That’s a good girl. I think it’s time to give you this before we wrap your cute little bottom in that big, thick diaper down there.” There it is. That’s the sadistic bitch that I know and love. The words and tone may sound sweet from the outside, but the humiliating undertone helped Bella clearly understand the game she was now playing. Mistress wasn’t into diapers and age play any more than she was. This was just another way to assert her dominance and watch Bella squirm. Game on. Bella was lost in these thoughts as the pink pacifier made its way into her mouth. She accepted it like the obedient slave she was and started sucking before she even realized what she was doing, so used to opening her mouth for gags or dildos or…anything else…that she unwittingly sucked anything that Mistress placed into her mouth without hesitation. Mistress booped Bella on the nose before letting her perfectly manicured fingernails trace their way down the girl’s squirming naked body. Bella lay her head down in an attempt to relax and make sense of all of this as she felt the soft baby powder rain down on her sensitive skin. As much as Bella hated this treatment, she couldn’t deny that she was getting turned on by it. But why? Bella was not into diapers or being cute or being nurtured. None of that ticked any boxes for her. She was always horny after a spanking, but this was more than that. She was tied down and completely vulnerable and exposed. That certainly helped. Bella wiggled her bottom on the exposed diaper and felt the softness against her smooth skin. Mistress lifted the front of the diaper and held it snugly against Bella’s powdered pussy as she pulled it back and forth to ensure a good fit. When Bella caught her eye, she noticed a mischievous look that hinted at Mistress likely trying to do more than just ensure a good fit. She heard the fierce rip of tapes and felt the thickness of the diaper between her legs as Bella was sealed into her fate. Staring at the ceiling, Bella continued to ponder what it was about this that was turning her on. As soon as her hands were freed, Bella tentatively reached down to feel the diaper through her padded mittens before she was promptly pulled off the table towards the chair in the middle of the room. With one swift motion, she found herself over her Mistress’ lap and staring at the carpet below her as the loud spanks of hand against plush padding echoed across the room. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! It didn’t hurt, even after her recent spanking, but it may have been the most humiliating spanking that Bella had ever received. “Bad Baby Bella! That is your no-no place, and you are not to touch it when you are in diapers. You are far too little for that.” Bella was being spanked over an older woman’s lap in an adult-sized nursery while wearing a diaper and struggling to hold onto the pacifier that was forced in her mouth. And yet she still felt herself squirming and thrusting into her Mistress’ lap with every stroke. What the fuck is wrong with me? The spanking concluded and Bella was made to kneel between her Mistress’ legs, where she looked into the powerful woman’s deep green eyes and instantly felt at home. Despite the strangeness of what she was wearing and the odd surroundings, Bella felt more comfortable on her knees in front of her Mistress than anywhere else in the entire world. Was that it? Was it deep submission that was doing this to her? She raised her arms as instructed, thankful to have a shirt and hoping that there would be some pants to cover this stupid diaper. Bella was confused as Mistress reached between her legs and then realized that she was wearing a pink onesie. Of course I am. Bella’s eyes grew wide as she saw the hairbrush being pulled from under the chair. She had been a naughty schoolgirl on countless occasions and was well acquainted with the dreaded wooden paddle brush. But, for once, Bella didn’t sense any malice in her Mistress’ eyes. Bella was turned around to face the changing table where she had been desecrated as Mistress carefully brushed her hair. She let herself relax for a moment and looked at the restraints that held her in place as she was shaved and forced into her first diaper in decades. She let her view fall as she lowered her head and saw the storage under the adult-sized changing table. There were dozens of diapers, lotions, powders, and more. Bella’s eyes grew wide, and she almost dropped her pacifier. This wasn’t a one-time thing. Lost in her thoughts as she was, Bella didn’t even notice that her hair had been pulled into pigtails until Mistress was tying on the second pink ribbon. She was helped to her feet and led behind the chair to the crib. Bella hesitated but crawled in and laid on her back and wasn’t surprised to see restraints on all four corners. What did surprise the badass submissive was the adorable toddler staring back at her with bare legs poking out of a thickly padded pink onesie, high pigtails with perfect pink bows, and a pacifier behind wide, curious eyes. “That’s a nice touch, don’t you think?” A mirror over the crib. Bella eyed herself and looked at her Mistress: You cruel, beautiful bitch. “Domination isn’t all about whips and chains and things. It can also look like forcing you to be my pretty little doll, whether you like it or not. And we’re just getting started. It’s time for Little Bella to have a nap, and then we’ll have playtime. Mommy will see you soon.” Bella turned her head in surprise. Mommy? --------------------------------------------------------------- New chapter every Monday! OR You can read the rest of this story RIGHT NOW on my new Ream page, where you can read more of my stories, exclusives, and sign up for commissions.

Chapter 1 I came across the ad on a site I used to market my services. I had finished university with a decent degree, but struggled to get a well paid job and had slipped into ‘escort’ work through a friend who was in the same line of 'business'. I gradually started to specialise in kinkier aspects of the scene: partly because the money was better but also because the customers were, on the whole, nicer. I was doing okay, but the ad certainly caught my interest. “Well remunerated, long-term contract for a petit young woman with an interest in submissive role/age play.” I ticked all the boxes. I was only 5’1”, slim and an A cup bra size. I certainly had a preference for the submissive role and had quite extensive experience as a sub. Not so much on age-play, but the thought of it didn’t bother me at all. I called the number and a female voice answered. “Hello. This is Marie, can I help you?” “I’m calling about the advert for a young woman” I replied. “Ah, excellent. What’s your name?” I told her that my name was Louise Howe. “And what’s your current position?” I gave an outline of my current circumstances in terms of work, accommodation, personal life and location. Marie took it all on board and, when she felt the phone call had gone as far as it could, gave me a web link to send a few photos, “just regular pics - no need for nudes - but make sure there’s at least a couple of full length shots”. The next step, assuming my photos passed muster, would be an interview and selection process which would take three days in a location to be advised. I was told that all expenses would be taken care of and a fee paid for my time. The fee suggested was more than I’d earn in a month, so I had no hesitation in confirming my interest. She said I’d hear one way or the other in a couple of days and that was that. After finishing the call I poured a glass of red wine and thought about what had transpired. Marie had seemed nice, her tone had been very matter-of-fact - I could have been applying for a position as an accounts clerk. There was nothing to put me off so I sent off a few recent pics with the details she had asked for and then it was back to work, checking my messages on the adultwork website. A message was waiting from a man in London on business, staying at the Savoy Hotel. He was looking for a submissive and had left a mobile number. I rang the number and he answered straight away. He said he was at the hotel and was ready for a session right now. Charing Cross was about fifteen minutes on the tube so I said I could be there in about half an hour. He agreed my rates and gave me his name, Simon, and room number. He said to go through to the American Bar and call him when there. Before calling off he asked that I wore modest dress, but with a fairly short skirt and I was happy to inform him I’d not need to change! I have to admit that I was feeling pretty good on my journey in. The American Bar is, if a little pricey, fabulous and, with the best cocktails in London, I was hoping for a drink before we got down to business. On arriving in the bar I gave him a call. He was sat at the bar and waved at me as his phone rang. He looked like a nice guy, probably mid-50s, smartly dressed. He offered me a drink and I ordered a Coffee Black Velvet and then we moved to a more private table. After asking about my trip in it was down to business. He said that he wanted me to be his baby for the evening. I’d be wearing and using nappies and, as a baby, have no ‘agency’ at all. I’d be at the mercy of him as my daddy with the backup of a safe word. If I was comfortable with this he’d pay me for an overnight session. If not we’d have a one-hour session and he’d pay me for two hours. I’d had some experience with the adult baby scene before and it had always been fun, so I agreed to the overnight session. We finished our drinks and I went with him to his room. A “Do Not Disturb” sign was hung from his door handle and as we entered the room I could see why. There were packs of nappies, baby bottles, dummies, and clothes. A changing mat was on the bed and there was a cot in a corner of the room. “I told them that my wife and baby daughter might be here this evening, so they made a cot up for me”. I had to admire his preparations. “Time for your nappy, Louise”.

So....this story is basically a rewrite on a story that got lost in the shuffle a while back on this page. I haven't been on here as much. This story has some parts based on true events, but it's 90% fiction, so it is fiction. I have posted the first chapter on wattpad, so now I'm about to post the first chapter here as well! Enjoy. Also the first two chapters are short. But I've got the third chapter written out and started the fourth. Just trying to catch up typing wise! Chapter 1: The Introduction Everyone thinks I’m the most talented, hard-working person you’d ever meet. But I suppose that’s what people think, not really what I think of myself. Working full-time has it perks, especially with health benefits and 401 k. I have my own place-a one bedroom apartment where I reside, with a two year old rescue spaniel, Mike. To me, it is the perfect dwelling for me and my dog. I, often, am too busy to be in relationships, nor do I worry about them. Let’s just say it’s not my need, right now. I am from a life that is considered “standard” for most. I was born in a small town in Red Lake, South Dakota. I ended up moving for school at the University of Illinois in Chicago. Compared to South Dakota’s charm, the city was massive. I, at first earned a job in an office position as a junior business manager, the bottom of the totem. Most graduates would often get that position, sometimes lower. My four year degree in business helped me in that sense. I once had little faith in my abilities, however, once I got used to doing things the “Chicago” way, I began to earn respect. I could write, lead, promote and work like my life depended on it. And all at a tender age of twenty-four. Then, something happened, I earned a promotion to “upper” management. A lot of the older workers were envious of me, but if I could do the job better or just as well, I could do it, right? My current pay before moving up was about 32K a year. Which paid the bills and not much else, but to upper management would just over triple my salary to 100 K a year. I’d become practically rich because with the place I was living at, I didn’t need much more than that. Sure, I could’ve got a house or something, but reality was, it was not necessary. It was after all, just me. But I have a secret. I don’t know how it started exactly or when, but as a kid, I always seemed to remember the cartoon episodes where the characters were in diapers or dressed as a baby. Those episodes would be my favorite. I didn’t think much of it, but when I would stay with my grandparents I would sneak a couple of diapers. They were a little small on me, so I’d pretend my panties were my “diaper cover.” I didn’t actually use the diapers, but I’d hide them and toss them once done playing baby. Years passed and for a while, I did not do anything. I decided that maybe this was a thing. A fetish. It didn’t feel sexual for me; I just wanted that feeling again. One Saturday evening, while on the computer at home, I decided to look up “having a diaper fetish.” And it was something! There was even a whole website of like-minded people. I wasn’t a freak. I wasn’t alone! I mean there are people with all sorts of fetishes, right? There were many stories, role-play stories, chat rooms and forums, and I created my account with my personal email. “DLbusinesspal.” It was obscure. And a DL is a diaper lover. But it can be sexual, but they typically go mainly for the diapers. That’s how I started. I, then decided to order some diapers. I discovered an advertisement for some adult baby diapers. Absorbent, adorable and eighty bucks a case. Contained 50 diapers. I could not wait to put a “real” diaper on me. I ordered two-day shipping. The only diapers I could get at stores (which I had) were the pull up type diapers that would leak after one wetting and I’d have to change it. As expected, they showed up. They were in big, plain, brown box and no one would know what they were unless they opened the box. Of course, at work, I would not wear them. It was the weekend and it was the first day of my “baby girl” life. I had also ordered a pair of white plastic panties that would protect me from leaking. I soon learned that I wanted to be more of a baby-with the bottles, pacifiers, and little baby outfits while at home. I ended up ordering a pink, satin baby doll nightie. It was very comfortable and quite baggy in the bust area, which made me look less endowed. I had a decent sized chest, but you wouldn’t know it when I tried on the outfit to make sure it fit. I needed this, because I wanted to be less of a mature adult. I do that at work. I wanted to be “me.” And so it began! First, I laid out the outfit, the dress, the bonnet, and a pair of socks to keep me warm at night. And the plastic panties. I made a note to buy some booties and maybe a pair of frilly rhumba panties on Friday. I decided I would enjoy each moment of it. It was time for my regression. Even though I was an adult in normal life. First, I got undressed, and I showered. I had bought baby shampoo and wash and lotion. After I showered, I decided during “baby time” I’d only use baby shampoo. I hadn’t thought much of it and I dried myself off, blow dried my hair and headed to my room to dress. I opened up the printed white thick diaper. It smelled so much like a baby diaper and I smelled it. Smelled like the plastic of a baby diaper. I then put the cream on and powder-then I opened the diaper and set it up. I sat down on the diaper and it felt like a cushiony pillow on my butt. I pulled up and taped it on. Then, came the plastic panties. They were snug in the leg area, but I guess it’d they’d prevent leaks. For me. That was my name. Next came the socks and the dress. I clipped the binky on my dress (for now) and tied the bonnet on my chin. I was done. I was now a baby girl. An eighteen month old baby girl. The only thing I was missing was a caretaker and maybe I’d find that eventually. Maybe. For now I’d have to make my own baby meals, bottles and so on. I just realized-would I use my diaper for both? I decided just for one until later on. I made myself a baba and put on a Disney movie to watch. While I drank the baba, I watched the movie. And the end of the baba, I was falling asleep. I heard a voice in my head say, “Sweet baby girl…” Several hours later, at four a.m., I awoke. The TV was still on and I had to use to pee and I was thirsty again. I made a new baba and fell back asleep. It was my day off and I could enjoy it. The next morning, I woke up with a soaked pamper. I removed the plastic panties and wiped myself down and changed myself. And this would just be the beginning…..

Looking for mommy to dry or wet breast feed me and change my diaper . And take care of me . I am looking for a mommy who wants incest role play . I am a very submissive girl .

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