Jacqueline Isn't Here
Chapter 3

Jacqueline blinked, sitting up and looking around. 

She was almost naked, and in the same room as always, though it’d been redecorated once again. There was a bed, or… no, a crib, with low bars and a few stuffed animals decorating it. Though Jacqueline was inside the crib, she wasn’t trapped in it - the bars weren’t high enough to stop her from climbing out. 

In fact, the only thing with a lock in the room seemed to be the gag on her face, held with two straps - one around her head, one over it, help in place with a little padlock she could feel rattling at the back. Even the slightly damp diaper around her waist wasn’t locked on by anything, and since her hands were free, she ripped it off immediately. 

…

Jacqueline blinked, sitting up and looking around. 

She was in the same room. She blinked, her brow furrowing. She was in the crib with the stuffies, a gag locked over her face, free to climb out. 

Clambering over the edge of the crib, she got to her feet. She was in another damp diaper, warm and squishy, so before doing anything else she bent over and removed it.

…

Jacqueline blinked, laying back and groaning. Grabbing one of the stuffies, she pushed it to her face and shouted into it, a wordless sound of exasperation. 

Before even sitting up in the crib and looking around, she shimmied out of it, stretching the material and popping a couple tapes so she could discard the puffy garment. 

…

Jacqueline-

“GGGHHHH!” She screamed, frustration coming through without any need for defined words. 

Her gag still stole her capacity for speech. The diaper around her waist was still wet, and she could feel an uncomfortable pressure building in her guts. 

When she sat up this time, looking around the room, there was a sticky note on the far wall. She got out of the crib, waddling over to read the message. 

‘Waste another diaper, and the next one will be taped to your face. I’m being nice. Don’t ruin it.’ 

She swallowed, a thin line of drool escaping out of her lips and down her chin. There wasn’t much else in the room. Not even a shirt, or anything she could wear to hide her diaper. It seemed futile to try the handle of the door, but she did it anyways, and…

It opened. It wasn’t locked. 

The room beyond was unmistakably a sex dungeon, and one more explicit than the simple, almost boring room she’d been trapped in. An X-cross was set against a wall, hardpoints hung from the ceiling, and various spanking implements were arranged on a tidy rack against the wall. All looked to be expensive, well cared for, and used often.

Jacqueline walked through the room, eyeing the furniture and checking the door on the far side. It, too, was unlocked, and took her up a flight of stairs. 

She could see daylight. Going up the steps, it quickly became obvious that she’d been in a basement this whole time, but was finally getting to a space with windows. Watching out for ‘Mommy’, Jacqueline stepped onto the ground floor, peering around.

It was just a house. A nice house, cleaned and furnished, with a staircase going up to the second floor, but just a house. Not a porn set, or anything more sinister - someone lived here. Covering her naked chest with her arms, Jacqueline started exploring the space, looking for something to take off her gag, or something she could put on that wasn’t either erotic or absorbant. 

Upstairs seemed like the best bet. As she was walking up, a mild cramp struck her and she paused, steadying herself on the handrail, before renewing her efforts to find clothes. 

The door on the right was unlocked, and led to a bathroom. Nothing useful was there - the toilet was open for use, sure, but she wasn’t about to take off her diaper and try it. 

The other two doors were both locked. Dropping down onto all fours she was able to peek under the crack and see that one was a bedroom and the other was an office space, but the handles both had key locks that prevented her from getting in. While the bedroom likely had a wardrobe she could pilfer, it wouldn’t be accessible to her. 

Going back downstairs, then, she continued her search, avoiding any open windows. With a bit of careful maneuvering around the space she was able to approach them sideways and close the blinds, giving her a bit of privacy, at least from the neighbors. 

Not that it would help, if her goal was to avoid being observed. 

The main floor had an open floorplan, revolving around the central pair of stairs going up and down. To the right of the stairs, a living room that spanned the depth of the house, to the left, a dining room towards the front and a kitchen towards the back. And, behind the kitchen, she struck the jackpot.

The laundry room. A washer, a drier, and a basket of dirty laundry awaiting the wash. 

She didn’t care that the clothes were a little sweaty and rumpled from being used. She just needed something to wear, to cover up her diaper. Picking a long, breezy dress, she pulled it on and then went looking in the kitchen for a knife that could cut through leather straps. 

There just wasn’t enough time. For one, another cramp hit her, signalling that she’d need to use her diaper very soon. For another, she heard the jiggle of a handle and then the the creak of a the front door. 

“I’m home!” the woman, who Jacqueline knew only as ‘Mommy’, called, walking down the stairs to the basement to check on her.

Jacqueline froze. She couldn’t leave yet, not with the gag still strapped in her mouth. On the other hand, there just weren’t many places to hide from Mommy in the house. 

Looking around, she weighed her options. There was a door between the kitchen and the living room she hadn’t yet tried. If it was a closet, she could maybe curl up, hope that Mommy would think she’d already escaped, and then wait for her to leave. 

It was her best bet, especially since she could hear the stairs creaking again as Mommy came back up. “Baby? Where’d you run off to?” 

Without a moment to lose, Jacqueline ran to the door, opened it, and ducked inside. It wasn’t a closet, though - it was a bathroom. Even still, it had the potential to work as a hiding space if she was silent. 

“I can hear you running around up here!” Mommy called. “Are you hiding?” 

Jacqueline looked around the bathroom. There was a little window, maybe she could get it open and slip out, but with the gag still on her face… 

The bathroom door opened behind her and Jacqueline whirled, looking up at Mommy with a guilty expression. 

“Aha! There you are,” Mommy said, beaming at her. “Now, why are we playing hide and seek?”

Jacqueline squirmed under Mommy’s happy smirk. The taller woman didn’t look mad or upset, just amused at the thought that Jacqueline could have hid from her in the first place. She looked over her shoulder, eyes going to the window just for a moment.

Mommy misread the glance, looking down at the toilet. “Ooh, I think I know what this is about. You wanted to use the potty, but you couldn’t remember how to take off your diapers. Is that right?” 

It wasn’t, but as if on cue, the cramps hit Jacqueline again, and this time she couldn’t fight them off. Whimpering into her gag, she started to fill her diaper involuntarily, face turning pink as she realized, not just what she was doing, but how inevitable this all was. 

She had been doomed from the moment she got out of the crib. There just wasn’t enough time for her to get out.

Mommy’s smirk stayed in place as she watched Jacqueline helplessly fill up her diaper, and it even persisted as the smell struck her and she had to wrinkle her nose in response. “Aww, see, that’s why we put you in a diaper,” she teased, gently. “Isn’t that better than having an accident all over yourself? Now, let’s go get you out of that stinky diaper and into something fresh and nice and clean, okay?” 

There was no escape this time. She had only two options, to resist and fail, or to meekly go along. 

She didn’t want to think about the consequences of resisting at this juncture, so she hung her head and nodded. 

“Good girl,” Mommy said, leaning over to give her a small kiss on the forehead. She took Jacqueline’s hand, leading her back towards the stairs. Before they made it, though, she paused. “I’m sorry, am I being too nice?”

Jacqueline froze, eyes widening. 

“I know, I know,” Mommy continued, winking. “You like it a little meaner. Don’t worry, I can accommodate that.” 

Frowning, Jacqueline looked around the room. She tried to mewl out a response through the gag, but all that came out was a low grumble and a trickle of drool down her chin. 

“You actually thought you could make it to the potty?” Mommy said, finally turning to look at Jacqueline incredulously. “What, a helpless little baby like you? Don’t be ridiculous. All you’re good for is filling your diapers - even if you could make it to the potty, what would you do?” 

Realizing the sudden turn that things had taken, Jacqueline looked at the door, reconsidering her options, but Mommy grabbed her wrist with an iron grip and pulled her towards the stairs. No longer gently leading her, Mommy was forcing her down the steps whether she wanted to go or not. 

“You will use your diapers, and you won’t argue, and you’re going to like it,” Mommy insisted, as Jacqueline struggled to keep up without squelching the contents of her diaper more than she had to. Reaching the sex dungeon, Mommy pointed to one of the hardpoints, where a pair of leather cuffs were dangling. “Arms up.”

Jacqueline shook her head, trying to convey pleading with her eyes. 

“I can be meaner, if you push me,” Mommy said. “Either put your arms up, or I’ll put your smelly, filthy diaper up over my knee and see how many spanks it takes to break your brattiness.” “That’s what you want, right?” 

Shaking her head again, Jacqueline tried to think how to communicate with Mommy, but with the gag in place, she couldn’t. 

“Then put. Your. Arms. Up.” Mommy demanded.

Jacqueline obeyed, allowing herself to be cuffed. The height of the hardpoint meant that if she didn’t fully extend her arms and stand on the balls of her feet, she’d be dangling. 

Mommy grabbed the hem of Jacqueline’s dress. “Now, about this. Is it a joke? Wearing my clothes, pretending you’re a grown up? You’re not a grown up.” With her other hand, she reached back, pressing her fingers into the seat of Jacqueline’s diaper, forcing the mess around. “Grown ups don’t make big, smelly messes in their diapers. Do they?” 

She shook her head. 

“So, are you a grown up?” 

She shook her head again. 

“And you decided to make fun of me by pretending to be one.”

This time, when Jacqueline shook her head, Mommy didn’t believe her. “I’m half tempted to just leave you here,” she said. “Let you stew in your own stinky, poopy diaper until you can’t remember why you ever thought you were a big girl. You would hate that, wouldn’t you? Being left in time out, not even able to play with yourself?” 

Jacqueline nodded. 

“That’s what I thought.” Mommy walked away, out of Jacqueline’s field of view, though she kept talking. “What do you think? Should I be nice to her, and let her have her fun? Or should I see how mean I can get before she has to use her safe words?”

Jacqueline Isn't Here - Chapter 2

Jacqueline blinked. 

She wasn’t on camera this time. The room was the same, a windowless interior space roughly fifteen feet across, but that was about all that was similar. There was no streaming set up, no bed. She wasn’t bound to anything. 

She was bound, just not to anything. 

A gag was in her mouth, hard rubber holding her jaw open. It didn’t silence her, but it rendered her words into mere noise, and with straps going around and above her head, there was no way to spit it out. 

The straightjacket over her body, pinning her arms to her body, gave her an instant sense of claustrophobia. She jerked and twisted, but her arms were held fast, with only a hint of wiggle room. 

It almost distracted from the diaper around her waist. 

It was only damp, at least. Just a little wet, held in place with four sticky tapes and one strap from the straightjacket. Not much of a smell, and it certainly wasn’t the sagging mess that her last diaper had been, though her bladder felt ready to add more to it. 

She sat up sharply, looking around. 

The room was empty. Just a door with a metal latch and a combination lock holding it shut. Next to the lock, there was a stickynote. 

Jacqueline frowned, fighting off the urge to just keep struggling in the jacket. It was difficult to stand without using her arms to balance. She pressed her back against the wall, using it for support, pushing up with ler legs.

Upright, she wobbled for a moment, then waddled to the door to read the stickynote.

‘Combination is 626 - A big girl should have no trouble opening it - Be sure to hurry, you don’t want another spanking! - <3 Mommy’ 

Her eyes widened and her brow furrowed as Jacqueline read the note. 

It carried an implicit message. If she entered the combination, she could leave. If she didn’t, well… 

She needed to enter the combination. 

She inspected the combination lock. It had a spring-loaded cover over the combination. She tried pushing at the cover with her nose, but it wouldn’t move, and even if she could get the cover to the side, there was no way to turn the numbers. 

Jacqueline needed her hands.

She stepped back, breathing deeply. Escaping before she had to use her diaper again was her goal. She didn’t know what ‘hurry’ meant. 

Shutting her eyes, Jacqueline took a few deep breaths. 

There weren’t any tools in the room she could use. Nothing sharp or hard that could be used for leverage. It was totally empty, except for the door and the sticky note and the things she was wearing on her person. 

She tried wriggling again. There was a little room for her arms to shimmy from side to side, and when she did, she could feel the strap around her back moving. 

Squirming, Jacqueline struggled with the jacket. With the little amount of play she had in it, there was enough room to-

“Mmmph!” She squeaked, suddenly, as she felt an alarming buzz start up in the front of the diaper. 

Bending over, she looked down and saw what she’d missed before - stuck to the back of the strap that held her diaper snugly in place, a flat, plastic vibrator was stuck in place, and something had triggered it to start. 

She bit down on the gag, cheeks flushing as the sensation distracted her from her task.

There was only so much she could focus on at once. The claustrophobia, the restriction, and now the vibrator buzzing away, she had to stop again, sliding down the wall into a sitting position. 

Deep breaths. 

After a minute or so, the vibration stopped, and the concern that it might kick back into place was just more motivation to keep trying. 

The strap. It had play. Sitting against the wall, she tried lifting her legs and moving her arms, shimmying side to side to get it out from beneath her, but there wasn’t that much play. The strap holding her sleeves together wouldn’t go past her waist. 

She tried the other way. Pushing against the wall for support again, she stood, wobbled, and then pulled up. 

Bingo. It took a lot of wriggling and effort, but the sleeves moved over her head. 

Her arms weren’t free, but they had mobility. Sleeves covered her hands and a strap held her arms together. With them in front of her body, though, she had a range of motion that she’d previously lacked. 

Before she could celebrate this victory, though…

Her face flushed, and she was once again distracted from escaping her situation. 

It was hard to tell if things had gotten more intense or not. The vibrator sent pulses of sensation up her back, and she bit down on the gag, taking deep breaths through her nose. 

Another minute passed, and when it was done, she needed a few moments to recover. The pressure on her bladder had grown more intense, but it wasn’t yet at desperation levels. 

Getting back to her feet, Jacqueline found that it was easier to move around when she could use her arms for balance. She didn’t need to use the wall for support, she was able to just stand upright. 

Waddling back to the padlock, she tried again, pressing the sleeves of the straightjacket into the combination cover. 

No dice. She could sort of get the cover to slide to the side, but then she couldn’t get the combination dials to spin. 

Back to the jacket. 

She could open and close her hand. It didn’t give her much control, but it gave her enough to grab things, sort of. Fumbling at her back, she felt at the straps holding the jacket over her body. It was hard to tell, but by wriggling and moving her back, she guessed that there were three buckled straps. If she could get those loose, there’d be enough play that she’d be able to get the crotch strap free, and once that was free, the jacket would just slide right off. 

And all that was going to take was effort. 

Jacqueline was determined to escape. The pressure on her bladder reminded her of the ticking clock, but it wasn’t awful. Besides, she cared less about wetting herself, and more about the prospect of another spanking. 

So, she got to work, pawing at her back. Going by sense of feel was hard, especially when she was feeling everything through a thick layer of cotton fabric, and her only way to manipulate things was to fumble through the jacket and try to squeeze whatever she could get her paws on. 

Grumbling into her gag, she worked at it, spinning in place to try and get a better angle like a dog chasing its own tail, until…

The sound of the metal buckle rattling as she pulled it free was relief. Just two to-

“MMpHH!” She squeaked, loudly, jumping in the air as she felt the vibrator kick into high gear. 

The mixed sensation, frustration, and simple burning feelings that it brought up from deep inside Jacqueline were enough to drop her to the floor. It was definitely stronger this time, and her concentration shattered. It wasn’t just that there was a vibrator pressed to her diaper, there was something… more. She wasn’t sure. 

And, just before she could be pushed into climax, the vibration stopped.

She sat up.

Someone was watching. They had to be. The timing was too perfect for it to be anything else - how would they know she’d just gotten free from a buckle? 

But… though she walked a circle of the room to look for one, she couldn’t see a camera, or a viewport, or anywhere to hide and watch. The door didn’t even have a gap beneath it or a keyhole to peer through. 

People do know what she was up to, though, even if she couldn’t perceive any observers. 

If that was how it was going to be, it was how it would be. She proceeded to work on the next buckle. It was harder in some ways, having to reach further down her back, but with the first buckle free, she had a lot more range of motion for the jacket. With only a few minutes of squirming, it came free, and she braced herself for the inevitable vibration.

It came, right on queue, and she leaned back against the wall, biting down on the gag and riding it out. 

Only one buckle to go. 

She was going to make it, easily, without needing to use the diaper. It seemed like she was moving quickly, which made the threat of the spanking a non-issue, too. She just had to get the last buckle, which, now that she had a high range of motion with most of the jacket loose, was not difficult at all. 

Jacqueline braced herself, expecting the vibrator to kick in at whatever it’s highest setting was, but nothing happened. It stayed dormant. 

Frowning, she reached down, pulling the last buckle free from around her damp diaper. It wasn’t hard, with the other three buckles all open. 

As she got it free, though, she suddenly felt her bladder release. 

There was no warning. No building of sensation. She just started to pee in her diaper, helplessly wetting herself. 

That was concerning, but she didn’t take the time to worry about it. She pulled the straightjacket over her head, and was finally, mercifully, free.

The gag had no lock, and with access to her fingers, she could unbuckle it in a heartbeat. 

“Ffffuuuck,” she said, moving her jaw once the hard ball was gone, working out the soreness. Just one last thing to remove. She didn’t precisely want to be naked, but she wasn’t going to be stuck in a diaper.

Bending over, she pulled the tapes free, letting the sodden padding fall to the

She stood up, blinking a few times, then stretched. “Goddamn I’m good,” she said, stepping up to the door and entering the combination on the padlock with free, dextrous. It popped free, and she was able to open the door.

Her mommy was on the other side, with an amused expression and a fully charged hitachi. “Hi there, Heidi. Has someone been naughty?” 

Heidi grinned. “How fast was I?” 

“Thirty five minutes,” Mommy said, raising the hitachi for emphasis. “I think someone deserves a little reward, don’t you?” 

Daddy's Home - Chapter 10
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“Fuck…” the maid whimpered. “Fuck, fuck, fuck- PLEASE!” 

Her arms and legs were bound in place, tied spread eagle on Daddy’s bed. She’d been told to be naked when she came to clean his room, but instead of being given an opportunity to clean, she’d instead been introduced to ropes that held her, naked. 

It had been her and her husband’s bed, once, a long time ago. 

She expected Daddy to use her as his fuckdoll - she certainly looked the part - but his pants stayed on. Instead, Daddy had brought out the toys.

Today, it seemed, was all about denying her pleasure. 

“I don’t think so,” Daddy said, pressing the vibrator into her, unrelenting. “I need to be careful with a big girl doll like you. If we always did whatever you wanted, the house would be a mess.”

She bit her lip. She could achieve climax if she let herself, but doing so would bring the whole world crashing down around her. The punishment for giving into her base desires without permission would be unthinkably harsh. “I’ll keep-” she gasped. “I’ll clean-”

“Not what I’m worried about,” Daddy said, finally pulling away the vibrator. It wasn’t a mercy, though, as he replaced the toy with his fingers, teasing her briefly before sliding inside.

The maid sucked in a breath. “Fffff-” 

“Don’t you dare,” Daddy warned. 

She didn’t, but she did scream, “PLEASE!” 

“And let you squirt all over my bed?” Daddy asked. “Soak my sheets and ruin the mattress? I don’t think so.” 

“I-” she stammered, struggling to find words. “What do you want?”

“I don’t want you dribbling all over the furniture,” Daddy said. “You insist you’re big enough for grown up panties, but you want to have an accident on my bed just because it’ll feel good.”

“N-no!” the Maid protested. “I don’t- I won’t-” 

“You will,” Daddy said. “I control your body, and I know what it’ll do. If I let you even come close, you’ll leave a puddle bigger than the Baby could make.” 

At the mention of the Baby, it clicked in the Maid’s head. What Daddy was driving at, what he wanted. “P-please, Daddy,” she whimpered, squeezing her eyes shut as he fingered her, fast and hard, pushing her self control to the breaking point. “L-let me have a diaper!” 

He didn’t relent. “And, what? You expect me to just deal with the hassle of diapering you, every time you want satisfaction? If I decide my fuckdoll needs a release, I have to go and wait for her to be diapered before I can do what I want?” 

“I’ll be quick-” she promised. “And then-”

“You’re expecting me to wait on you,” Daddy shot, plunging his fingers deep inside her, curling his fingers back to make her moan. “That’s not how this relationship works. When I decide to use my doll, I want to be able to use her immediately.” 

The maid whimpered, biting her tongue. There was only one way out of this, one way to end the torture and get a release. 

“Please, d-d-Daddy,” she mewled, straining against the bonds that held her firmly in place, her muscles tight and tense as she resisted, barely hanging on. “L-let me wear diapers all the time!” 

“Are you sure?” Daddy asked. “I won’t tolerate wastefulness. If you expect to wear diapers and not use them, fully, you’ll find that you’re sorely mistaken.”

“PLEASE!” she screamed. “I want to wear diapers, I’ll use them, I’ll fill them, just let me-” 

“Cum for me,” Daddy instructed.

She stopped holding back, her whole body tensing so tightly that the bed creaked as she gave herself over completely into ecstasy. Just as Daddy had promised, she squirted, hard, but she barely noticed, so wrapped up in the intense, mind-shattering pleasure. 

She didn’t hold back her deep, loud moan, and Daddy didn’t relent with his fingering, teasing and playing with her for a full minute, until her knees were shaking and she couldn’t breathe. 

Only then did he stop, pulling his hand free, climbing onto the bed with her. She was still immobilized by the ropes, naked, helpless, but he moved up next to her and wrapped his arms around her body. “Shh, little doll. You held on well.”

She panted for air, regaining coherent thoughts as Daddy held her.

“You can breathe until you’re ready,” Daddy said. “Then, you’ll go drink some water, put on one of the baby’s nighttime diapers, and come back and clean up this mess you made. And once that’s done, we’re going to test just how many times you have to squirt before you leak.”