"Granted: What if your Dreams Came True?" (Getting to the Good Stuff)

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19 hours ago, BabySofia said:

I really am hoping that they are trying to help her, and not trying to abuse the poor girl. They're definitely seeming to be good, but anyone who drugs people secretly makes me nervous... 

Now that Kylee is apparently in a big girl bed, I have a feeling they have an appropriate crib for Dakota...? Looking forward to more!

Rest assured, there is a crib!

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2 hours ago, Sarah_Hillcrest said:

Rest assured, there is a crib!

But is there a cradle?

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23 hours ago, BabySofia said:

really am hoping that they are trying to help her, and not trying to abuse the poor girl. They're definitely seeming to be good, but anyone who drugs people secretly makes me nervous... 

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“I’d really like to go back next weekend, she’s still suspended for a week, but she’ll probably need to call her friend and tell her something.”  

“I hope a week is enough,”  Justine said.

“I think everything is going to work out great,” Steve replied.

Monday July 1st, 2013

Dakota heard noises, opened her eyes and had the sudden scary feeling of not being at home.  She checked her wrist watch and saw it was 7AM.  Warm morning light illuminated a tastefully  decorated bedroom, and she suddenly remembered where she was.  After their tea party, Justine came into Kylee’s bedroom and announced she was going to change them.  Dakota had asked to do it herself and was surprised when Justine agreed and handed a pink diaper and an overnight booster to Dakota, telling her she could change in her bedroom.   Though she was relieved, Dakota really regretted not getting to use the changing table.

She was pleasantly surprised to see that her guest room  was an adult room, with its own small bathroom attached.  Her duffle bag and purse were already in the room.  Justine gave her some PJs and said goodnight.  She dug around in her purse and found her phone, but the battery was dead, and her charging cable was missing. She was too tired to worry about it.  After a shower and diaper change she felt almost human again and was soon asleep in a bed with the softest sheets she’d ever been in.

“Hey good morning,” Justine said through the door.  She came in and laid a folded pink diaper on the bed.  “I imagine you need this”.  Dakota felt her cheeks warm and took the diaper.  “Would you like me to change you?”  Justine asked.

“No, I’ve got it,” Dakota said.

“OK, Steve would like to talk to you, so come down where you’re ready,”  Justine smiled and shut the door.  Dakota used the bathroom, freshened up, and put on the new pink diaper.   She looked through her duffle bag that she didn't remember packing, she was still a bit fuzzy on how she ended up with Steve.  She remembered him showing up, and telling her he’d help, but that was about it.  

“Why would I pack only this?”  Dakota said out loud as she pulled out her Pooh short-alls and Disney Princess T-shirt.  She put on the only grown up clothes in the bag, jeans and a lace top and headed down to the kitchen where Steve and Justine were eating breakfast.   

“Good morning,” Steve said and Justine handed her a plate.  On the counter was bacon, eggs, biscuits and jelly.  “Go ahead,” Justine said and Dakota filled her plate, her stomach felt like a balck hole.  Justine handed her a sippy cup with orange juice.  

 

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Dakota looked at the childish cup and shrugged.  “Where’s Kylee?”  she asked as she dug in.

“Oh, still sleeping, I’ll go get her up and in a bit,”  Justine said.  The food was delicious, and the other questions Dakota had to ask were put aside to eat.  Justine was wearing a long dress with a big frilly white apron and  Steve was dressed professionally in white sleeves with a tie, and reading a paper, it reminded Dakota of a 50s TV show.  

“I imagine you have some questions?”  Steve said when Dakota’s plate was empty.

“Yeah, lots,” Dakota said.

“Lets go to my office then,” Steve said and took his suit jacket from behind the chair and led Dakota across the house to a roomy and relaxed office..  If an art director was tasked to build a psychologist's home office then this would be it.  Full of earthtones, important looking books, a leather couch, a leather chair, a nice desk, and everything neat and orderly.  

“This is nice, is this where you work?”  Dakota asked.

“Thank you, I have an office in the city, but I occasionally have clients that visit me here,” Steve explained.

“I really appreciate what you’ve done for me, and I feel terrible taking advantage of your hospitality, I really should make a call and arrange for someone to come pick me up,” Dakota said as she sat down in a large leather chair.  

“Do you remember agreeing to allow me to treat you?”  Steve asked.

“Umm, sort of, I know I asked for help and agreed to come here, but I’m feeling alot better now,” Dakota said. 

“Dakota you were in a real bad way yesterday, I really think that if someone hadn’t intervened you’d be dead,”  Steve said.

“I was just depressed and drank too much,” Dakota replied.

“You were suicidal, and attempted suicide with pills.  Steve took out his phone and played a video of Dakota back at her apartment laying in her bed, covered in urine and vomit.  The video then paned around the room, the floor was covered in clothes, trash, wet diapers, empty bottles, sex toys, and video equipment   “Do I have permission to begin treating you?” Steve asked.  “Yes,” Dakota said clearly in the video.  Steve closed the video and dropped the phone back in his pocket. “You are my patient now, and under my care, your treatment is going to start today,” he said.

 

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Dakota was stunned at the video, it was worse than she remembered, but she’d drank so much and took so many sleeping pills that she couldn’t remember much from that weekend. She tried to think of reasons she should go home.  “I can’t pay for this, it’s Monday morning, don’t you have other patients?”  Dakota asked.

“I’m not charging you, and I’ve canceled my  morning appointments to be with you.”  

 “OK, fine but if I’m your patient how am I going to live here with you?  Isn’t there supposed to be some professional distance between us?”  

“The treatment plan you will follow is more immersive, it requires around the clock care, but I’ll only be acting as your therapist a few times a week on a regular schedule,”  Steve replied.

“But how am I going to live here, I have a life, an apartment, a job, what about that?”  

“You’re currently suspended from your job, your family disowned you and your girlfriend dumped you, you really don’t have anything to go back for except for your camming, which I believe will only further bring you pain.”  Steve said.

“If this is a sex thing, like in a story or something I’m out of here,”  Dakota said.

“Trust me, it’s not a sex thing, I told you before, we don’t mix ageplay and sex,” Steve said.

“OK fine, where do we start?”

“Excellent,  You must understand that this treatment is intense but it works.  The underlying issue is that being an ABDL is incredibly difficult.  Your whole life you’ve been told to grow up, when a part of you wants to do exactly the opposite.  The technical term is cognitive dissonance, because you know that you are an adult, and at the same time you know that you are a baby.”

“I’m not a baby,” Dakota said.

“But you are, and at the same time you’re the opposite of a baby.”  Steve said.

“How can I be two opposites at the same time?”  Dakota asked.

“That’s exactly the problem, you can’t.  I can’t tell you why you want to be a baby, but I can tell you for sure that a part of your self identity believes it’s a baby, and you’ve seen exactly what happens when you repress that part of you, haven’t you?” Steve asked.  

“Yeah…” Dakota said.
 

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“So the first part of your treatment is acceptance, you’ve spent most of your life denying that you are a baby, now you will stop and accept that part of yourself.”  

“How am I supposed to do that?” Dakota asked.

“Complete and total regression, you allow the baby free reign,”  Steve said.

“So what, just run around here in a diaper all day and act like a baby,” Dakota said.  

“What would be so bad about that?” Steve asked.

Dakota couldn’t answer right away and she stammered for a second, “Well, I mean…  Yeah I’d love to spend time here with you guys and play maybe one day, but I’ve got bigger things to figure out right now.”  

“Like what?”  Steve asked.

“Like, how I’m going to get home, my car is three hours away, how I’m going to make my rent next month, am I going back to my job, and lots of stuff,”  Dakota said.

“Your car is going to be fine, you don’t need a job or to pay rent if you live here,” Steve said.

“I really appreciate it but I can’t live here, I’ve got to start getting my life back together, the camming thing was a huge mistake, I’ve got to stop all this crazy stuff and get back on track.  In fact I need to start calling people for a ride home right now, do you have a micro usb phone charger I could borrow,” Dakota said and pulled her dead phone out of her pocket.  

“Yeah I think I have one,” Steve said and started digging around his desk.  “I think I know where one is, I’ll be right back,”  Steve left his office and went to Justine in the kitchen.  “She’s resisting, she wants to use her phone.”

“Plan B then?”  Justine asked.

“Yeah, be careful, try not to spook her,” Steve said.

“No problem” Justine replied and produced a small aerosol canister from a pocket.  

Steve nodded, “Bring her phone cable with you,” he said and headed back to his office. 

“Justine thinks she has a cable that will fit,” he said and sat back down at his desk.  

“Great,” Dakota said.  In all honesty she didn’t know who she would even call, it would have to be her Mom, but maybe on the drive home she could patch things up with her, make her understand it wasn’t that big of a deal.  That is if she would even come and get her.
 

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“I think I have a cable that will work here, take a look at this one,” Justine said as she entered the office and handed Dakota the cable. As Daokota focused on the plug she barely noticed a small spray aerosol canister in her face. 

“Hey,”  Dakota said and slapped out at the canister.  The spray went wide and only a little got in her face.  She jumped back and fell out of the chair. “What the hell,” she said on the ground.  

“I’m sorry Dakota I didn’t mean to do that.” Justine said.

“Well why did you do it then,” Dakota said, jumping up to her feet.

“It was an accident,” Steve said as he got up from his desk. Dakota felt the room closing in around her, and her breath came faster.  They had sick plans for her.  She’d seen this BDSM porn before, she’d be squeezed into a hooded rubber suit and strapped to a table, tortured, beaten and raped.  She had to get out.

“I’m getting out of here,” Dakota said and made for the door, but Justine got in front of her.  “Get out of my way,” she said, and pushed her.  Justine took Dakota in a tight bearhug and Dakota grabbed a fist full of Justine’s hair causing her to scream and let go.  The path was clear for Dakota but she felt a strong arm grab her from behind and then saw a mask pressed against her face with a canister attached.  Dakota breathed instinctively in her struggle against Steve but in a couple seconds became relaxed in his arms. 

“Looks like you got me,” Dakota giggled.  Are you guys going to lock me up in the basement now,” she said in speech so relaxed it was slurred.  

“We would never do that baby, all we want to do is keep you safe,” Justine said as she rubbed her sore scalp.  Dakota just laughed and Steve pressed the mask against her face and gave her another dose of nitrous.  He pulled the mask away and nodded to Justine.  “We’re doing this because we love you,” Justine said as she sprayed the aerosol canister in Dakota’s face.

***

“Muppet babies, we make our dreams come true, Muppet babies we’ll do the same for you,” Dakota was singing along with the TV in a childish muffled voice.  She realized it was muffled because she was singing through a pacifier.  She spit it out and it dangled from a strap on her collar..  It was kind of like waking up from a dream and realizing that it wasn’t a dream.  She was sitting on a couch, laying on the floor below her was her sister Kylee.  Kylee was wearing green and purple striped leggings and a purple jumper dress.  She instantly knew Kylee was her Sister, which was confusing to her because she didn’t know her that well.  Kylee was laying on her stomach carefully coloring a Disney princess coloring book.  Dakota instinctively checked 

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the time on her watch, but it wasn’t on her wrist.  She saw big puffy mittens made out of a thick canvas material strapped to  her hands.

“Why am I wearing these?”  Dakota asked.

“Mommy Katie is confused again!”  Kylee yelled.

“Wait, what?  Who's Katie?”  Dakota asked.

“You are silly,” Kylee said.  Then Dakota realized that the name Kate was familiar, it didn’t sound right, but it wasn’t completely wrong either.  She looked down and saw that she was wearing a My Little Pony onesie that was covering a very thick diaper that felt warm and soft.  She tried to grab at the onesie but the mitten kept her from using her hand.  Her legs were bare and her feet were covered with large pink canvas booties that were strapped on.

“This isn’t right," Dakota said and stood up, she took a step and then lost her balance and fell down.  

“Oh, Katie you’ve got to be careful,” Justine said as she entered the room.  

“What the hell?”  Dakota asked and rolled over to sit on her rear. It felt like the floor had just slipped out from under her.

“You can’t walk right now because of your treatment, remember Katie?” Justine asked.

“Why do you keep calling me Katie, my name is Dakota?”  

“Oh Katie, you’re having another one of your spells, it’s going to be OK,”

“Take these stupid things off,”  Dakota said lifting the mittens up to her face. 

“I’m sorry Katie but you have to wear those,” Justine said.

“Why?”  

“Because you were hurting yourself, the mittens keep you safe,” Justine answered.

“Take these stupid mittens off right now!” Dakota yelled.  She knew that there were other words she wanted to say, bad words but she couldn’t quite remember them.

“Katies having a tantrum, Katies having a tantrum,” Kylee sang.

“Don’t tease your little sister, she’s been through alot.”  Justine said. 
 

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“I need to make a call, where’s my phone?”  Dakota said.

“Oh I’ll get it,” Kylee yelled and jumped to her feet, she ran out of the room and came running back with a Fisher Price toy phone and put it on the floor in front of Dakota.

One of the words Dakota wanted to say came back,  “That’s not my Goddamn phone,” she said.

“Katie, we don’t use that language,” Justine yelled.

“My name is not Katie you stupid bitch.”  

“That does it, grab a spoon Kylee,”  Justine said.  She took hold of Dakota’s mittened hand and turned it, “Get up,” she said and pulled.  Dakota realized she had no choice but to stand up off the floor or pop her arm out of socket.  Kylee shot to her feet and scampered off towards the kitchen.  Justine twisted Dakota’s hand behind her back and tugged her a step back towards the couch.

“Hey, that hurts, let go!” Justine shouted.  She tried to pull away but her foot gave away and she lost her balance again, it was like she was standing on a boat.  She started to fall but Justine supported her while keeping her arm twisted tightly behind her back.  She swung around wildly with the other hand.

“Stop fighting Katie,” Justine said and pulled her arm tighter.  Dakota stopped.  Justine spun Dakota 90 degrees and with practiced ease sat down on the couch while forcing Dakota to bend down over her knees.   “Legs up,” she said.  

“Hey, ouch!”  Dakota yelled as her arm was pinned tighter.  She lifted her legs off the ground and was completely supported by Justine’s knees.  Kylee came scampering back into the living room with a wooden spoon. 

“I got the one with holes in it Mommy,” she said.

“Good job, could you unsnap your sister’s onesie please?”  “Katie, I don’t want to do this, but you left me no choice, we don’t use potty words in this house,” Justine said. The sound of snaps coming unsnapped reverberated around the room.  

Dakota realized she felt fear, and she instinctively struggled, “I’m not a baby, you can’t spank me,” she yelled.  Her arm was pinned tighter.  “Hey, dammit!”  she yelled and felt tears forming in her eyes.  She felt a tug at her waistband and rustling of plastic then cool air on her rear.  She turned and saw Kylee looking at her with a mix of amusement and fascination.  Her sister took hold of  her loose mittened hand and held it tight.  For a moment she thought it was all a joke and they would let her up then,  “whoosh SMACK.”  The blow from the wooden spoon stung her bare rear  like nothing she’d ever felt in her adult life.  “OWWW!”  she yelled.  “Whoosh SMACK,” another, then another.  Spanks rained down back and forth on her rear.  

 

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The tears let loose, and she was overwhelmed. “I’m sorry, stop please.”  Her words were ignored and more smacks fell.  Dakota’s cries of sorry became unintelleagle sobs, Kylee squeezed her hand, through her blurry tears Dakota could see her new sister looking at her with care, then the blows stopped and her diaper was pulled up over her rear.

“It’s OK baby, I know you’re sorry,” Justine said as she lifted the girl up and stood beside her.  Embarrassed by the ordeal, Dakota buried her face in Justine’s shoulder while Kylee rubbed her back.  “No more potty mouth, Okay Katie,”  Justine said.

“OK, but why do you keep calling me Katie,” Dakota asked between sobs as she was regaining her composure.  

“That’s your name,” Justine said.

“My name is Dakota.”

“Dakota is a confused grown up person who does bad things, you’re Katie, a sweet babygirl,”  Justine explained.  She sat down on the couch and brought Dakota with her, and slowly rubbed her back.  Dakota rolled slightly on her side to keep weight off her sore bottom.

Dakota began to feel calmer and felt vague memories of talking to Daddy,  about her treatment some time ago.  ‘Daddy? Dakota thought suddenly ‘I mean Steve,’ she corrected herself in her thoughts.  “What day is it?” Dakota asked. 

“Monday,” Justine answered

“How long have I been here?” 

“Just a day,” Justine said.

“Wait, what, I… a day?” Dakota stammered.   

“Dakota was doing bad things before you came here, she did things that messed up her memory, but we’re helping you get better, be a good girl and don’t worry about it anymore,” Justine said.

The words ‘be a good girl,’ struck a chord in Dakota, she knew that was important and she replied, “OK.”.  Justine tickled her belly and Dakota giggled.  

“Kylee take your sister to the playroom, she needs to be changed, and I bet you do too,”  Justine said.  

Kylee squeezed her face up and her cheeks flushed,  “Mommy, I’m a big kid,”  she said.
 

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“I know you are honey, but I bet you’re also a soggy kid, so get going.  Daddy will be home soon and I’ve got to get supper ready,” Justine said and walked back to the kitchen.  

“OK, give me your arm,” Kylee said.  Dakota reached out with her mittened hand and Kylee took her arm and stood up off the couch.  It was a funny sight, she was several inches taller than her sister and the booties had thick platforms which raised her a few more inches.  “Now we’ll go nice and slow unless you want to crawl,”  Kylee took a step forward and Dakota followed, when she shifted her weight to the forward foot it slipped forward and she would have fallen if it wasn’t for Kylee’s support.  

“Why am I wearing these stupid things, I can’t walk in them?”  Dakota asked.

“Duh, that’s the point ding a ling, you're a baby and can’t walk,  those are baby booties,”  Kylle replied.

“Hey, I’m not a ding a ling, and I’m not a baby, these dumb things just won’t let me walk,” Dakota said.  She didn’t really notice how childish her choice of words sounded.

“Yeah, well who just got spanked and bawled like a baby, it wasn’t big sister Kylee was it?”  

“Shut up,”  Dakota said.  

“OK big girl, let's see you walk,”  Kylee said and let go of her arm.  She took several steps across the room leaving Dakota standing with her arms outstretched.  

“Hey,” she yelled but didn’t fall.  She shifted her weight and everything felt fine.  She took a slow cautious step and didn’t fall.  

“There you go, you can do it, keep coming,”  Kylee encouraged.

Dakota took another slow cautious step and smiled.  Maybe this was a test, maybe she needed to learn to walk in these crazy booties and then she could take them off.  Maybe this whole treatment was a test, like growing up again, she just needed to follow the rules and play along.  “This isn’t so hard,” she said and took another slow and cautious step, her bootie lost its platform and when she shifted her weight on the rear shoe it did as well causing her to topple over.  

“Well you tried, come on crawl over here,” Kylee said.  

Dakota sat up and crossed her arms over her chest and puffed out her cheeks, “I think I’ll just sit here.”
 

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“OK, I’ll go tell Mommy you didn’t learn your lesson or you could be a good girl and crawl,” Kylee said.  The idea of being told on and not being a good girl filled Dakota with dread.  She gave Kylee a mean look but  crawled across the room and followed Kylee into the playroom.  The playroom was like something out of a dream, seeing it reminded Dakota that she was actually into this stuff, even though right now she wanted desperately to be out of it.  There was a 3 foot large doll house, a brio train table with a really elaborate layout, big stuffies, a childish table and chair set, and a big toybox of overflowing stuff.  The back wall had a large glass door that led out to a fenced in playground.  

“Wow, this is really something,”  Dakota said as she crawled to a stop.   

“What do you want to play with?” Kylee asked.  Dakota thought about the question, the doll house was interesting, the train table looked fun, and she saw some My Little Ponies that needed their hair braided, but then she remembered that she was being held hostage here.  

“So what is this, like game or a test?”  Dakota asked.

“I have some games,” Kylee said a pulled ‘Bop It’ out of the toybox and took over to Dakota.

“No I mean this, with me.  Why are they keeping me like this?” Dakota held up her mittened hands.  I can’t use my hands, and I can’t even walk, they won’t give me my phone.  Am I supposed to pretend I’m a baby and play with you?  If I do a good job will they let me out?”  

“So you don’t want to play?”  Kylee said as the game started it’s digital sound track and an enthusiastic recorded voice said, “Bop It.”

“I guess you’re in on it too…  Yes give me the stupid game,”  Dakota reached out with both hands and took the toy.  “Goo goo, ga ga, bop, bop, bop,” Dakota said and made exaggerated jerking motions with the game.  “Is that what you people want from me?”  

“No, that’s now how it works, when it says bop it, then you hit this,” Kylee said and yanked the game away.  Dakota watched dumbfounded as Kylee went through the steps of the game, showing her how to bop, twist, and pull the various components of the game as the recorded sounds directed.  Then she handed the game back to Dakota.  “OK now you try.”
“Umm, hello, I can’t use my fingers,”  Dakota said.  

“Just try it,” Kylee ordered.  Dakota huffed and started the game.   She could  bop the button, but she couldn’t do any of the other steps, after  a few times trying she threw the toy down.

“This is so stupid,” she said.

“Maybe you’re too small for that game, here lets try this,”  Kyle said and ran back to the toybox.  She returned with the classic toddler ring stack game.  Kylee dumped the colorful rings on the ground in front of Dakota.  “Now put them back in order, I bet you can do that,”  she said and
 

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then ran over to the train table.  Dakota looked at the toy rings spread out in front of her and decided this must be a test; they were messing with her.  She noticed the pacifier dangling from her collar and using both mittened hands put it in her mouth and began putting the rings on.  She quickly found it wasn’t as easy as it appeared as the base rocked back and forth and she needed both hands to place a ring on the stack.  After knocking the toy down a few times she eventually realized she could hold it steady with her feet and stack up the rings.  

“Good girl, you did it,” Justine said and clapped.  Dakota spun around surprised she didn’t know that Justine had come in to watch her.  Seeing the woman clapping and smiling for her and hearing those magic words brought a smile to her face, then she remembered her goal for getting out of this treatment and spit the pacifier out of her mouth.

“OK, so did I pass the test, can you let my hands out please?”  Dakota asked.

“Sorry honey, but I can’t,” Justine said.

“Well I’m not going to stay here like this, I’m an adult and this is kidnapping,” Dakota said.

Justine smiled and nodded and said, “OK let's get you changed.”  

“Mommy can I change Sissy,” Kylee asked.  

“Nope, sorry until you’re out of diapers you don’t get to change diapers, but you can get the supplies for Mommy like a big Sister would,” Justine said.

“OK Mommy,” Kylee dashed over to a cabinet and brought over two pink diapers, wipes and baby powder to Justine.

“OK lay down now beside your sister,  Katie first,”  Dakota was confused for a second and then remember that she was Katie.  With gentle pressure Justine pushed Dakota from her sitting position to laying flat on the floor.  

“Why are you doing this, I don’t understand?”  Dakota asked.

“Because your diaper is wet honey, and we wouldn’t want leaks would we,” Justine said and playfully pinched Dakota’s tummy as she unsnapped her onesie and pulled it up revealing a yellow stained and swollen pink plastic diaper.  Kylee laid down beside Dakota and looked over at her with a smile.  Dakota squirmed her legs and began to explain that she could change her own diapers, but she was cut off when Justine said, “Now be a good girl Katie and hold still.”  Justine kneeled down on her knees and leaned over Dakota with a big smile.  Good girl had a calming effect and Dakota realized that something she’d dreamed of for her entire life was happening, she was having a loving caregiver change her diapers.  Maybe she didn’t need to fight this.  “Here play crinkles while Mommy cleans you up,” Justine said and handed Dakota a fresh diaper.  
 

 

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hard to make a run for it when you cant walk

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13 hours ago, Sarah_Hillcrest said:

hard to make a run for it when you cant walk

Oh yeah that is a serious obstacle but if my kidnapper is on the ground out cold then I've got all the time I need. The shoes make it basically impossible to fight standing sure but most likely the person is going to close and grab me and that actually works to my advantage. If I can my get arms around them I can use them to support myself while I start doing Thai/MMA knees to the solar plexus. Or if I fall before that or take us both down with my weight I can, from the floor, get my legs up around their waist in a lock and roll sideways to pull them down. Then continue momentum to roll on top and start raining blows at their face or go for a choke.

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Wow, I think I just finished the story at page 161.  It's not really finished but I realized what I just wrote wrapped up the first part of the story perfectly with a little bow on top.  

 

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Every bit of resistance melted from Dakota as she played with the diaper in her mittened hands. Her consciousness was completely absorbed by her senses.  The sounds of tapes being ripped off, the fresh scent of the baby wipes, the  cool feeling of them wiping her skin.  The sweet sound of Justine saying cute little things to her, the amazing white cloud of baby powder that smelt so good, and wonderful feeling of being wrapped snugly in a fresh and clean diaper that would keep her safe and dry.  “Such a good girl, such a good baby for Mommy, here take your pacy and play with bubby bear while Mommy changes big Sis,” Justine popped Dakota’s pacifier in her mouth and handed her a soft cuddly bear.  

Dakota was lost in little space, any thoughts of her treatment or being kidnapped were replaced by the amazing glow of love that she felt.  She didn’t even realize that she was gently suckling the pacifier. She rolled on her side and squeezed the bear in her mittened hands while she watched her sister get her diaper changed.  Kylee stopped playing big sister and began to suck her thumb.  She watched her baby sister playing with the bear, but she wasn’t really watching.  Her eyes became absent  as drool began to roll down her chin.  She hadn’t felt this little in so long.  “Ahh Mommy’s good little girls are feeling all gooey inside aren’t they,” Justine said when she stood up with two perfectly rolled up swollen diapers in her hands.  

The babies just laid on the floor squirming.  She threw the diapers away and kneeled down next to Kylee again and gently pulled her thumb from her mouth,  “Is big sister too old for her pacy?” she asked.  Kylee slowly shook her head no and Justine slid a pacifier in her mouth.  Justine then brought over a bean bag and sat down and gently lifted both girls up to rest on her bosom.  Dakota and Kylee both nuzzled up and hugged Justine, then began to drift off.  

***

“Time to eat girls,” Justine said and Dakota opened her eyes.  She was laying on a floor intertwined with Kylee. .  She remembered the diaper change and how she’d completely fell into littlespace and felt her cheeks turn red with embarrassment.  She felt a warmth in her diaper and realized she’d wet herself since being changed, but just a little. Kylee began to stir and was soon up, she helped Dakota to her feet and with Justine and Kylee’s support she walked across the big house back to the kitchen.  She kept losing her balance in the crazy shoes but with two people supporting her she could walk.  

“Hello girls,” Steve said, sitting at the kitchen table reading a newspaper.  “Have you been good girls today,” he asked.  

Dakota felt she should answer, but resisted, while Kylee immediately said “Yes Daddy.”  Dakota found herself lifted up off her feet and into an adult highchair that wasn’t there when she’d been in the kitchen last night, but it felt much longer.  “Hey, umm, what?” Dakota said as the highchair table was locked in place in front of her.  The table was snug against her chest and knees preventing her from moving much in the chair.  The kitchen table was covered with a platter of 
 

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salmon, asparagus and rice.  It looked and smelled delicious.  “I have to eat in this?”  Dakota asked.

“I’m afraid so gumdrop,” Steve said, laying down his paper and beginning to serve out the food.  The kitchen table was tall with tall high back chairs, Dakota was about even with everyone in her highchair.  She crossed her arms over chest and puffed air out of her mouth.  “We’ve got to talk sometime Steve,” she said.  

“Sure Katie, after supper we’ll have a chat.”  Steve said.

“My name is…” Dakota saw Justine looking at her disapprovingly and weakly finished, “Dakota” under her breath. 

“This looks delicious honey,” Steve said, ignoring Dakota and handing Justine a plate. 

“Thank you dear,” Justine said.  Dakota realized there wasn’t a plate set for her then her fears were confirmed when Justine sat an adult sized baby bottle and a jar of green baby food on the highchair table.

“Oh no, I want real food,” Dakota said as a bib was draped over her and tied behind her back.  

“Sorry honey, but you’re too little for big food,” Justine said.  

Dakota saw that Steve was using a knife to cut Kylee’s fish into small pieces, “What about Kylee, she gets fish.”

“Kylee’s not a baby, but one day when you’re bigger you’ll get big kid food too,” Justine said and with that she pushed a spoon into Dakota’s mouth.  The green goop in the jar tasted about as good as it looked and Dakota tried to push it out with her tongue getting some on her face.

“Now be a good girl and eat for Mommy,” Steve said. 

“If you eat your peas Mommy will mash up some fish for you,” Justine said.  Dakota tried to resist but the food kept coming and she was hungry.  Between bites she drank from her bottle which fortunately had a fast flow nipple and a very sweet and thick milk like liquid ice cream.  Justine spoon fed her several bikes of fish she had mashed up with her fork.  She was an excellent cook and Dakota enjoyed the flavorful fish, even if she’d preferred to be eating herself.  As supper wound down Dakota started losing patience.

“Alright I get it I’m a baby, you’ve embarrassed me, can we stop now,”  Dakota said.

“We’re not trying to embarrass you dear,” Justine said.

“Well, I’m starting to get pissed off,” Dakota replied.   
 

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“So Mommy tells me she had to give you a spanking today,” Steve said with an edge to his voice that frightened Dakota.  She stammered but didn’t answer.  “Tell me why she had to spank you,” Steve said.

“I don’t know,” Dakota answered.

“Does that mean you didn’t learn your lesson?”  Steve asked with an edge to his voice that sent a chill down Dakota’s back.

“No, she spanked me for using bad words,” Dakota said.

“What did you just do?”  Steve asked.

“I’m sorry, it slipped out, but you have to admit, I’m under a lot of stress, this is really messed up,” Dakota said.

“Alright let's go and talk.  Thank you for a wonderful supper dear,” Steve said and stood up from the table.  He removed the highchair tray and lifted Dakota out of the chair and carried her several steps before standing her on her feet.

“Wow, you must workout?” Dakota said. Steve just laughed and supported her walking across the house to his office.  Once in the office Dakota looked around, “I remember this place,” she said.

“You were here only about 10 hours ago,” Steve answered and placed Dakota in a leather chair.  

“Something happened… What did you do to me, why can’t I remember?”  Dakota yelled.

“Please calm down Katie,” Steve said.

“Why do you people keep calling me that, my name isn’t Katie.”  Dakota yelled.

“OK, let's start with this morning.  I explained the treatment plan to you, you had doubts but agreed to allow me to hypnotize you,” Steve said as he sat casually on his desk looking down at his patient.

“Oh great, this really is an ABDL story, we’re talking about hypnosis now.  Where’s the spinning circle,” Dakota said.

Steve laughed, “Why can’t you remember what happened then?”  

“I don’t know,” Dakota said.
 

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“Do you remember your friend when you were very young, her name was Katie?”  Steve asked.

“Yeah, she was in my pre-school I think,” Dakota replied.

“No she wasn’t actually, she was an imaginary friend you had.  She didn’t want to grow up, she wanted to be a baby, so she got you to steal pink Huggies diapers from the church nursery, and she made you wet the bed at night so your Mom would put you back in diapers.”

“That’s crazy, how do you know I wet the bed?”  

“Think back Dakota, can you actually remember seeing Katie?  Do you remember talking to her?”  Dakota looked at the wall, realizing she couldn’t remember much about Katie.  “The only time you ever saw her was in the mirror when you dressed up like a baby wearing your Mothers bonnet and pinning a towel on like a diaper.”  Steve said.  

Dakota felt a tear, he remembered doing that as a little boy, and he remembered seeing himself as  a little girl in the mirror.  “But.. How do you know I did that.” 

“That’s because I put Dakota to sleep and allowed Katie to come out, she’s the repressed little who lives inside you.  She told me all of that” Steve said.

Dakota was silent for a moment before answering, “This is stupid, you’re gaslighting me.  I want these stupid boots off, and these stupid mittens off, and I want to go home.”

Steve took his phone from the pocket and showed Dakota pictures from yesterday of her disgustingly sick on her bed.  “This is why I can’t do that, I don’t trust you not to relapse and attempt suicide again.”  

“But you can’t keep me here like this, people are going to look for me, I have a job,” Dakota said.

“We went over all of that this morning, you're suspended from work, you are fighting with your parents and your girlfriend dumped you.” Steve said.

“RIght I’ve got to get my life back on track, I’ve got things to do, I’m a runner you know, I have to stay in shape, I can’t even walk, I can’t do anything like this,” Dakota argued holding the thickly padded mittens in front of her face.  

Steve got up from the table and kneeled down in front of Dakota and chuckled, “I’m not trying to keep you, I’m trying to cure you.  Your treatment will take longer if you fight it, but if you just accept it then you can get your life back, do whatever it is you want to do,”  Steve said.  

“So what, I pretend to be Katie, I act like a brain dead three year old, then I’ll be better and can leave?”  Dakota asked.
 

 

[YourFNF]

Me: "Okay but legally you can't keep me for more than 72 hours without a competency hearing if I want to leave. So either we take this to court and I potentially sue your ass for malpractice or you let me go..."

That would be like my response ?

[Sarah_Hillcrest]

43 minutes ago, YourFNF said:

Me: "Okay but legally you can't keep me for more than 72 hours without a competency hearing if I want to leave. So either we take this to court and I potentially sue your ass for malpractice or you let me go..."

That would be like my response ?

Luckily for Steve and Sadly for Dakota she doesn't know nearly as much about  mental health care and hospitalizations as you do.  But Steve would probably reply that she's only been in his care for about 36 hours, that she doesn't know where she is, or even what his real name is, or even if Steve's actually even a psychologist.   

[YourFNF]

22 hours ago, Sarah_Hillcrest said:

But Steve would probably reply that she's only been in his care for about 36 hours, that she doesn't know where she is, or even what his real name is, or even if Steve's actually even a psychologist.   

Ooofff that's a good point..... I've taken courses and been inpatient once voluntary so I've seen things from both angles....

Dakota not so much..

Of course my counter point would be "okay but I know where you live and if your not actually a doctor then this is false imprisonment, a felony... Let me go right the fuck now and I don't press charges.."

[Sarah_Hillcrest]

10 hours ago, YourFNF said:

Ooofff that's a good point..... I've taken courses and been inpatient once voluntary so I've seen things from both angles....

Dakota not so much..

Of course my counter point would be "okay but I know where you live and if your not actually a doctor then this is false imprisonment, a felony... Let me go right the fuck now and I don't press charges.."

That's even better, but it would result in another drugging.  I think... I guess I should know since I'm writing the story, but I think that Dakota is under the impression that this is a "scene"  almost like a kinky escape room that she can solve her way out of and go back to camming.  

[YourFNF]

15 hours ago, Sarah_Hillcrest said:

almost like a kinky escape room that she can solve her way out of and go back to camming.  

Interesting and I can see the logic ??

[Sarah_Hillcrest]

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Steve laughed, “Well that would be a good place to start I guess, but there is more to it than that.  I’m going to completely regress you to a  baby, closer to a one year old at first.  Your thoughts and behaviors will naturally be a baby’s, you won’t need to act.  When we are finished with the first part of the treatment you will no longer repress Katie and can begin integrating her into your personality and in essence you can grow up again.”

Dakota laughed out loud, Steve was dedicated to his character that was for sure.   “Can I at least have my phone? I’d like to call my Mom and tell her  I’m OK. while I’m still old enough to use it.”

“I know it doesn’t sound believable but I do a less intensive version of this treatment for patients all the time and I’m sorry but I can’t give you your phone, but letting your Mom know you’re OK is a good idea.  I could send a text message for you?”  Steve asked.

Dakota thought for a moment, even if she could get her Mom on the phone what would she say, ‘come rescue me?’  Dakota didn’t even know where she was.  Even as ticked off as she was at her Mom she didn’t want her to worry.  “OK tell her I’m going on a running trip up in the mountains to figure things out for a couple week vacation.  I went last summer, there’s no signal up there so she’ll know I can’t contact her.”

“That’s a great idea,” Steve said.  He pulled Dakota’s phone out of his drawer and typed the message in.  Things were starting to fall into place with Dakota.  

“Can I see?  Do I have any messages?”  Dakota asked.

“No, nothing,” Steve said and showed Dakota the message app.  No one had tried to call or text.  Dakota felt deflated and looked down.  Steve put the phone back in his desk and walked around to Dakota and gave her a big hug.  “We love you very much, and we’re going to help Dakota, but first we have to help Katie.  Dakota didn’t return the hug, this was all just a bit over the top  “Now little Katie, it’s getting close to your bed time.”  

“Bed time?”  It can’t be that late?”  Dakota said.  

“Bed times come early for baby girls,” Steve said with a laugh.

After their meeting Dakota was helped back to the front room where Kylee and  Justine were doing dishes together.  Steve sat Dakota down on the floor and then went off to watch TV.  Dakota watched the others cleaning up and tugged at the mittens.  “I would help if I didn’t have these dumb mittens on,” Dakota said.

“That’s one of the best parts of being a baby, you’re too little to do any work,” Kylee said with a frown as she dried dishes.  Dakota huffed and then crossed her arms.
 

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“What am I supposed to do now?”  she asked.

Kylee grabbed a big pot and a wooden spoon and took it over to where her sister sat on the floor,  “Here you go, play some drums for us,” she said.  Dakota’s mittens kept her from using her thumb and were so padded that she couldn’t really use her hand correctly but she could hold the spoon so she started banging out a beat on the pot.

“Oh Kylee, what have you done,” Justine said with a laugh as Dakota’s song got louder and more erratic.  

Before long Justine took the makeshift drum and helped Dakota up.  She noticed the clock on the kitchen stove said 7:00 PM.  “Let's get you up to your room,” Justine said and supported Dakota slowly across the house and up the stairs.  Dakota was surprised when she took her to a different door from the guest room she slept in last night, this one now had  cute pink letters cut out of paper that spelled out the name “Katie” attached.  

“Welcome to your nursery,” Justine said as she opened the door.  Inside was like something from a dream.  A beautifully decorated soft pink and light gray nursery. Dominating the room was a very tal,l adult sized crib, painted a glossy white with sides that stood six feet tall.  Beside it was a changing table like the one in Kylee’s room stocked with plenty of Unicorn diapers.  Dakota slowly stepped into the room and felt herself sink in plush soft gray carpet.  Cute unicorn themed nursery wall art hung around the room, and a large plush recliner sat in one corner, and a 5 foot stuffed Unicorn sat in another.  

“This is for me?” Dakota asked.

“Yes, this is your nursery now, it was Kylee’s long ago, and I redecorated it when we met you,” Justine said.

“I guess you planned for me to become your hostage that far back?” Dakota asked.

Justine just smiled warmly, “No silly, we hoped you would come visit us and we wanted to have a nice nursery for you to stay in.  Remember you were wearing Unicorn diapers when you came to the zoo with us, and most of your old pics were in them.”

“You decorated this for me?”  Dakota asked.

“Yes Katie, is it so hard to imagine that someone would do something for a baby like you,”  Justine said.

“Yes,” Dakota said.  

“Aww, just remember we love you,” Justine said and hugged Dakota. “I’m going to leave you here for a bit to explore your room, and I’ll be back in a bit
 

[YourFNF]

Yeah not going to lie this is the part that might fuck with me. Why are these people going to all this effort/spending all this money/seeming to show genuine affection if they want to traffic and or torture me?

[Sarah_Hillcrest]

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Alone and without support Dakota decided to slip down to sit on her bottom, she could have slowly walked alone in the booties if she was really careful, but right now she didn’t mind crawling.  First she crawled to the crib.  THe side was down and she stood up and looked inside, it was raised about three feet off the floor and the sides went up another three feet.  Inside it had a thick soft crib bumper, and a plush comforter with a unicorn whose horn was decorated with flowers.  Everything had the most adorable little pink and gray stars.  Under the crib was a storage cabinet that was blocked by the lowered side of the crib.

Dakota then sat back down and crawled to the changing table.  It’s white cubicles were filled with Unicorn diapers, and 4 cute unopened packs.  Dakota did some quick calculations and realized there were over 200 dollars in just diapers in this thing.  She scurried stod up and checked out the PUL plined changing pad, pressing her hands into the soft memory foam.

Next Dakota crawled to the closet and opened it.  Inside she was dazzled by an array of cute baby clothes, she saw satin party dresses, printed cotton play dresses, shortalls, overalls, skirtalls, onesies, sleepers, there was even a big puffy snow suit. A shelf above the clothes was stacked completely full of unopened packs of ABDL diapers, in every variety.  Dakota quickly crawled to the dresser and opened a drawer and saw cute socks, another drawer had shorts, another hats and bonnets. Dakota dropped back to her knees and crawled to the changing table.

“Maybe this isn’t so bad,” Dakota said.  “I could never afford all this.”  Dakota felt a tingly deep inside, a deep satisfaction, along with a pressing need.  Dakota felt aroused.  She turned back and looked at the closed door and then tried pressing her mitten up against the front of her warm wet diaper.  It felt nice, and it made her want more.  Lusty adult thoughts filled her mind and she got on her knees.  In a few minutes she felt frustrated, pressure from the mittens felt nice, but she couldn’t do anything else.  She took hold of a mitten in her mouth, the canvas was really durable, there was no way she was getting it off.   About that time she heard the door start to open and tried to look as innocent as possible.  

“Well what do you think,” Justine said as she came in with a baby bottle in her hands and sat it on the dresser.

“It’s really amazing, I can’t believe this is for me,” Dakota said.

“It is, it’s all for you Katie, now we need to go brushies,” Dakota bristled at being called Katie.  

“I wish you could just call me by my name,” Dakota said.  Justine ignored her and helped her across the hall to the bathroom.  She put some rainbow toothpaste on a unicorn toothbrush and brushed her adult sized baby's teeth.  Dakota didn’t even have time to mount an argument, it just happened and she realized that no one had ever brushed her teeth for her before, or at least hadn’t since she was a baby.  Surprisingly the toothpaste had a mildly sweet fruit flavor instead of the harsh biting mint that she was used to.  Justine poured a bit of water in her mouth from a cup and she spit a bit out. 
 

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“It’s OK if you swallow some, baby toothpaste is safe to eat,” Justine explained.  Dakota rolled her eyes at the thought of eating toothpaste and asked for another rinse.  They returned back to the nursery and found Kylee sitting on the floor with a book and a sippy cup.

“Is it story time?”  she asked.

“Yes but I need to put the baby down soon,” Justine replied.

“Its only like 7:30?” Dakota said.

“Babies have early bedtimes, lets get you changed and your PJs on,” She unsnapped the pink My Little Pony Onesie that Daktoa had been wearing all day.  She had actually forgot about how childish she was dressed.

“Hey wait a sec,” Dakota said as as Justine lifted her arms and pulled the onesie over her head.  She turned so that Kylee couldn’t see her bare chest but Kylee was busy looking at her book.  

“We’re a family Katie, and you’re a baby.  There is no need to be modest in front of your sister, Mommy or Daddy,”  Justine explained and guided Dakota towards the changing table.  

“But I’m not even that wet am I?”  Dakota said and realized how childish that sounded. She didn’t feel wet, and while she knew she’d wet herself some she was certain she was far from needing change out of the super absorbent ABDL diapers Justine used.  

“You’ll learn that schedules are very important to little ones, we always change before bed, even if your diaper isn’t that wet, but little Katie is wetter than she thinks,” Justine replied. 

 “That’s not my name,”  Dakota mumbled under her breath and  felt her cheeks grow warm as she was guided up the steps to the changing table.  Soon she was lost in the feelings of being changed.  Afterwards Justine put her in a cute  summer sleeper that snapped from the crotch up the front and guided her back to the chair.  

“OK girls, it’s story time,” Justine reached down and took the book from Kylee and the baby bottle she’d left on the dresser earlier.  “Oh Harry Potter and Philosopher’s Stone, that’s perfect.”  Justine sat on the wide recliner, and Dakota sat partially on her lap and partially on a soft stuffed pillow.  Kylee gave her sister a soft and fuzzy stuffed lamb and laid down on the floor at their feet with her own pillow.  “This is your bedtime bottle,” Justine said and guided the nipple into Dakota’s mouth.  She was going to argue, but as the nipple slid into her mouth and the sweet milk came out she began happily suckling.  THis bottle had a slow flow nipple and it only gave her a small drop at a time.
 

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Justine read Kylee kicked her feet back and forth and rolled around on the floor.  Dakota brushed the soft lamb across her face and continued to suckle.  She got lost in the moment, It was like one of her dreams come true, a family that loved her for what she was. ‘Why would I ever want to leave,’ Dakota thought.

Tuesday July 2nd 2013

Dakota opened her eyes, then realized there was a pacifier in her mouth and allowed it to fall out. A pale blue light filled the room.   She turned her head and saw white bars and and for a few moments had no clue what was going on then she remembered story time but had no idea how she got in the crib.  She was surrounded by cuteness,  her soft baby lamb, a fuzzy unicorn, and a mobile with unicorns and shooting stars over her head.  Dakota felt the familiar warmth and squishiness of a wet diaper.  Then she felt another feeling, she needed to poop.  

Messing diapers had never been Dakota’s thing, she’d tried it a few times, and truth be told she often felt like there was a little voice in the back of her head telling her she should mess herself, but that voice was not to be trusted.  Dakota laid around and rolled back and forth in the crib, but going back to sleep wasn’t an option. The fact that she would need to poop during this ‘treatment’ had never been discussed and Dakota hadn’t even thought about it until now. The idea that Steve and Justine would expect her to poop in her diaper never even occurred to her.     She thought about yelling for someone to come let her out, but making a big fuss wasn’t really her style.  

Dakota set up and examined the crib.  There was a simple latch near the top on both sides that locked the crib bars up.  Dakota worked her mittens into the gap between the bars and pushed   up. The side raised and the latch came undone.  Dakota carefully let the side down and was free from her cage.  She slid out and began slowly walking towards the door, but after nearly falling twice she dropped to her hands and knees to crawl.  

Dakota quietly opened her nursery door and crawled out to the hall and into the bathroom where she’d brushed her teeth.  She shut the door but couldn’t manipulate the small lock with her mittens.  Dakota crawled to the toilet and then began trying to unsnap her sleeper suit.  The gloves made it difficult but she was able to eventually get the 12 snaps popped and work the suit off her shoulders.  The diaper was on tight and just as she started working her mittens into the waistband to pull it down Justien and Steve entered the bathroom.

“Katie, what are you doing out of bed?” Justine asked.

“I have to poop,” Dakota replied.

“She figured out how to get out of the crib,” Steve said to Justine, ignoring Dakota.

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“You could have been hurt, you’re not allowed to crawl around at night by yourself, that’s why you sleep in a crib,” Justine said.

“I guess we’ll have to start locking the latches,” Steve said.

“OK, fine but can you guys give me some privacy so I can go,” Dakota asked.

“Sorry Katie, but babies don’t use the toilet.  How were you intending to wipe, you can’t use your hands anyway?” Steve said.

“You’re kidding,” Dakota said.  Steve and Justine both shook their heads no.   “No way, I’m done.  I’m not shitting myself,” Dakota said.

“Language young lady,” Justine warned.

“Fine I’m not pooping myself, I want to go home, I’m done with this crazy stuff.” Dakota yelled.

“Calm down honey, it's going to be OK,” Steve said.  He whispered something to Justine and started walking forward.  

“Don’t you fucking touch me, I told you I’m done,” Dakota said and raised her mittened fists into a fighting stance.  Justine left the room quickly and Steve continued closer.  “I swear,” Dakota yelled and slapped a soap dispenser.  It flew through the air and bounced off Steve.  The movement caused Dakota to lose balance, but Steve quickly moved forward and grabbed Dakota as she was about to fall.  

“I got you,” he said and wrapped her in a bear hug.  Dakota kicked and screamed then her eyes went wide when she saw Justine approach with a big pacifier gag on a strap.  

“No, no, no,” Dakota yelled and twisted her head.  Justine pressed the rubber bulb against her mouth but Dakota locked it closed.  Steve pinched her nose and in a few seconds Dakota relaxed her jaw to breath.  The bulb was forced in and quickly buckled behind her head.  The gag was shaped like a pacifier but the nipple was larger and thicker.  Dakota’s screams became muffled and she swung her head back and forth.  

“I’m so sorry Dakota, but you’re going to hurt yourself and lose your voice, please stop screaming,” Jstine said.

“The more you fight us the harder it’s going to be,” Steve said and began forcing Dakota forward.  She went limp, but between Steve and Justine they had no trouble carrying her from the bathroom into the hallway.  

Dakota saw Kylee in the hall standing outside her open door,  “Is everything alright, she asked?”
 

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“Pwease, heep mee,” Dakota screamed but the gag muffled her words.

“It’s going to be OK, Katie is having an episode, go on back to bed” Steve said. Kylee nodded and went back in, shutting her door behind her.  Dakota was forced back into her nursery and Justine fished something out of the bottom of her dresser.  Dakota recognized the assortment of leather straps and buckles immediately; she’d actually considered buying her own set of adult baby reins at one time.  This set was soft bubblegum pink patent leather.  The front panel had an old fashioned picture of a lamb.  Dakota resisted but Steve was much stronger and forced her arms out so that Justine could wrap the bottom of the harness around her chest.  She pulled the shoulder straps over and buckled the entire contraption.  There were two adjustable leather straps that ended in snap hooks.  Hanging from the side of the harness, these were both attached to canvas loops on her gloves and shortened. 

Steve turned Dakota towards the mirror over her dresser and released her.  “This is for your own safety Katie,”  he said.  Dakota looked at herself in the mirror.  The straps forced her to keep her arms bent at a 45 degree angle.  She’d imagined scenarios like this in the past, and now that it was really happening without her control she couldn’t believe she’d ever thought such a thing would be fun.  

Dakota turned and yelled, “My fughhhun num isn’t Kaite”  as loud as she could into the gag.  Steve shook his head and took hold of the harness.  He lifted Dakota off the ground and carried her to the crib.  Dakota continued to scream and began kicking.  She caught Steve in the shoulder and knocked him back.  Justine moved in to hold her down and Steve crawled in on top  of her.  Hidden under the mattress he pulled out white canvas straps that attached to loops in Dakota’s booties.  It was a job to hold her legs down to attach them but soon her legs were reduced to less than half their motion.  

“I’m sorry Katie, we can’t have you breaking your feet on the crib, or hurting yourself.  But when you calm down we’ll unhook your legs,” Steve said.  Justine and Steve left the room and shut the door behind them.  They both stood there for a minute catching their breath.

“Why did you tell me not to get the Pacific aerosol?”  Justine asked

“We don’t have as much time as I’d like.  We don’t have time to keep her drugged.  I hate it though.”  Steve explained.

“I hate what that girl is going through, she hates us now,” Justine said.

“We have to break her before we can fix her, let's go back to bed” Steve said.

****

[YourFNF]

4 hours ago, Sarah_Hillcrest said:

I hate what that girl is going through, she hates us now,” Justine said.

Whelp maybe you should have thought of that before kidnapping, drugging and assaulting some one?

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So I don't think these are four points exactly from what's being described but uhh yeah... I honestly don't know how to do this. I think the mitts would prevent me from dislocating my thumb like I would with hand cuffs. And I'm gagged so I can't use my teeth..... ?

[YourFNF]

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Maybe if I can work the straps from under the mattress? Roll and kick my legs and possibly tip the mattress side ways?

Okay but then my legs are still restrained and trailing the strap. And apparently my arms are hooked at my side some how...

Honestly a straight jacket would easier ? ?

So Okay I'm going to try and point my fingers and try to slip the mitts and side hold. Push hard enough to dislocate if necessary. This is going to suck ass. Once out I pop everything back in place, also going to suck ass, then undo everything remaining once my hands are free.

At that point I to need hall ass. Hopefully them expecting me to thrash and fight has covered any noise but I can't take that chance.

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 Although honestly would be easier just to pretend to cooperate for just a couple days. Then when left alone get the fuck out.

Of course I would have been gone days ago... ? ?‍♀️