Jacqueline Isn't Here
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This story was originally going to be the first part of a novel that would be Patreon exclusive. However, after Patreon's decisions about this type of content, it's now going to be a public novel. Other than that, the story should remain the same.

As I said on Patreon:
Please, feel free to leave your commentary and thoughts in the comments! I want to know how you feel about this story. I've put a lot of though and effort into outlining it, and I'm very excited to tell it. I hope you enjoy!

Also, I don't always do this, and I'm not going to put a reminder at the start of every chapter, but this whole story needs a content warning.
The plot will delve heavily into CNC play, and may involve coercion and blur the lines into non-consent at certain points as the main character explores kink play in extreme ways. It will get VERY mean. I know that's not for everyone.
I'd like to remind you that this is a work of fiction. The ultimate safeword lies with *you*. If at any point you feel uncomfortable while reading this, please stop reading and wait until you feel ready to continue. Just because something's really kinky and fun to read, doesn't mean it can't also be intense and even unhealthy.

(I also don't want to overblow it and make it sound like I've written the most shocking work of fiction ever. This isn't a shock horror story. It's still a work of AB/DL erotica, and I still wrote it with the purpose of being kinky and fun to read. There will be scenes where characters are punished to the point of tears, though, so fair warning.)

The comments were buzzing as Dolly spoke into the camera. She was naked, laying on her back, positioned in such a way that the viewers could easily see between her legs. “Now, you all have to promise not to tell my Mommy that I’m doing this, okay?” 

For a fairly new performer, she had a surprisingly large audience. Some aggressive pre-video marketing, and paying some of her peers, had ensured that Dolly would get a lot of people watching her tonight. The live video had several dozen people who’d all paid to watch, and the recording would likely do pretty well. It wasn’t record breaking numbers, but ‘Dolly’ didn’t want record breaking numbers. 

She just wanted enough people watching that it was unmistakably an audience. And enough people that she could have her vibrator hooked up to a bot that would run whenever she got a one dollar donation. It was low, but that’s because she wanted it to be low. It would only be a short pulse, but people could chain donations as much as they wanted, like potato chips. 

“I’m not supposed to play on my own,” Dolly said, winking. “Mommy says I could get stuck, and that’d just be no good, but you’ll keep my secret, right?” 

It was a performance, but one that the audience was willing to buy into. Spreading her legs, Dolly displayed the diaper she was laying on, but she didn’t tape it up just yet. There was preparation she had to do. 

Holding it up so the camera could see, she unwrapped a little wax bullet that could defeat even the most stubborn of potty training in about twenty minutes. Dolly wasn’t just relying on the suppository, though; she’d taken an oral laxative a few hours prior that she could feel gurgling inside. She didn’t want to leave this up to chance. 

Showing herself off, she inserted the suppository, moaning slightly as she pushed it deep up inside herself. 

“Now,” she said, reaching off camera and seizing her bullet vibrator, which she’d already lubricated before starting. She held it up. “Since I’ve got nobody else to play with, you’ll play with me, right? Just a little donation and this thing will buzz and make me feel so good.” She winked, then slid it in herself.

Unsurprisingly, the vibrator started buzzing almost immediately, and she grinned and bit her lip, moaning loudly. “Mmm-mmph! Oh, yes.” 

This was no place to stop, though. She had to time it right. Wriggling her butt so that she was centered just right on the diaper, she reached down, folding it into place, moving it snugly so that it was wrapped around her waist, taping it tightly and running her hand over the front, making it crinkle as she pressed the padding into herself. 

“I really hope Mommy doesn’t catch me like this,” she said. “It’d just be awful. She might punish me! Oh well, that’s a risk I’m willing to take.” 

Reaching off camera again, she produced a long, rubber dildo gag. Like everything else, she’d picked it out very carefully. So many gags were purely decorative, looking nice but only working for the illusion of restraint - she could spit them out easily. This one, though, had an extra strap that went over her nose and down the back of her head, and it was six inches long so that it’d almost touch the back of her throat. She’d be rendered almost completely mute, only able to mumble and moan incoherently. 

Of course, her Mommy wasn’t ‘gone’. She was in the next room, waiting for her cue to come in and continue the roleplay. They’d arranged a safeword beforehand; if Dolly snapped her fingers three times, they would cut the video and end the game. Dolly didn’t expect that she would. 

The audience didn’t need to know any of this. They could piece it together, sure, and it was in a disclaimer deep in the video description, but to the casual viewer she was going to be helpless. 

Once the gag was in her mouth and buckled tightly over her face, Dolly reached down, wrapping a pair of leather cuffs around her feet. There was no need to lock these, but she did anyways, making a loud ‘click’ for the microphone. 

While she was doing this, someone watching turned on the vibrator. “Mmm-mmm,” Dolly moaned, closing her eyes and groaning in pleasure. She couldn’t say much in thank you, but she arched her back in pleasure, making it obvious that she was enjoying this. 

Next, she held up a handcuff key, right up for the camera to see. She palmed it between her fingers, making it obvious that she’d have it on hand the whole time. 

That established, she leaned back, reaching up to one of the cuffs on the corner of her bedframe. With a click, she locked one hand in place, then leaned back. This was tricky, because the last cuff went around the hand that was holding the key, and she had to carefully maneuver her wrist so that she could-

Click. 

Ding. 

She blinked. The key had slipped out of her hand, falling very visibly onto the floor, to an open patch on the ground where it would be visible on camera. 

Her eyes went wide, and she looked at the camera, trying to convey as clearly as possible what she wanted the audience to know. Oh no! I’m actually stuck! 

Naturally, one of her viewers used this moment to donate, making the vibrator buzz inside her. She moaned in pleasure, yet again. She was ‘trapped’, and ‘helpless’, for her viewers to ‘torment’. 

And, with the suppository brewing inside her, soon her diaper would be full and heavy, too. Before that happened, there was just one more thing for Dolly to do. 

Tensing her muscles, Dolly released her bladder… 

The front of her diaper quickly drank up the liquid, the blue stripe on front fading instantly and turning to a yellow stain. Wet and hot, the accident was accompanied by a pulse of the bullet vibrator. 

The woman on camera’s eyes went wide and she squirmed, making ambiguous noises into the gag. “MMM! MMM!” 

She tugged at the handcuffs, but they were solid and real. No fake props. Her steel bedframe held up without bending, leaving her locked down and unable to resist or escape. 

Now that the show had begun, the donations came in hot and fast. It was programmed so that if donations overlapped, the vibration speed would increase, and now they were coming in so much that three and four overlapped at once. The sensation was intense, and as she yanked against her restraints, trying desperately to wriggle free, the rapid-fire donations overtook her senses. Her whole body tensed and strained as they ripped an orgasm out of her. 

The people watching weren’t merciful. There was no rest period for her. The vibrator kept going, even as the sensation was unbearably intense, going well past the point of pleasure. She gasped, sucking in air through her nose, legs twisting and kicking against the leather restraints. 

And, all the while, the suppository was melting inside her, working with the other drugs she’d taken to demolish her control. 

The pulsing vibrator ripped another orgasm out of her. And another. There was no stopping it, even though they’d long since passed ‘pleasure’ and it was just heat and overwhelming sensation. 

She couldn’t track time, except by the building pressure, and the string of rising and falling vibration that she had absolutely no control over. Her eyes watered and she started to cry, but those cries were accompanied by helpless sounds that could only be interpreted as moans. 

When ten minutes had passed, she was almost incoherent, and the audience was starting to lose interest. She was, finally, given a moment to breathe, panting into the deep-throating gag, tears running down her cheeks. 

It was Dolly’s fantasy, of course. If she snapped her fingers three times, the torture would end instantly. 

There was just one more element to complete it. 

Her body couldn’t resist anymore. The suppository won out, and while she panted and whimpered on the bed, a loud, persistent blrrrttghhhbht echoed from beneath her diaper. It was easy to hear in the video, even if her squirm of discomfort and wrinkling nose didn’t indicate what was happening. Her diaper swelled around the seat, bulging ever so slightly as it was filled with a tidal wave of foul muck. 

That got the interest of the viewers, and the donation stream resumed once again. The vibrator fired up once more, more intense than ever. 

“MMMMMM!” 

The sound was louder than any before. She was screaming into the gag as, finally, Mommy opened the door and walked in.

This was planned out, too. Mommy stepped in so that she was visible on camera, looking down at the struggling, whimpering, sobbing form on the bed, then over at the camera, pinching her nose. Looking down, she said, “Yuck, you stink. Did you make a mess in your diaper? You know I warned you about this, but you didn’t listen! And now look at you!” 

Bending down, she picked up the handcuff key, but she didn’t move to unlock the cuffs.

Instead, Mommy said, “If you’re going to be this irresponsible, then I’ve got no choice but to punish you.” 

Grabbing her arm, Mommy lifted and twisted. The ankle restraints and handcuffs had enough slack that she could be rolled over, though it meant she had to cross her arms, and put her heavy, brown diaper seat in the air for the camera to see. 

“This!” Mommy said, raising her hand and smacking the back of the diaper hard, eliciting a loud SMACK! “Is!” SMACK! “What!” SMACK! “Babies!” SMACK! “Get!” SMACK! “When!” SMACK! “They!” SMACK! “Don’t!” SMACK! “Listen!” SMACK! “To!” SMACK! “Mommy!” 

The sobs got louder. The viewers were donating so fast that the buzz of the vibrator sounded like someone was running a lawnmower inside her diaper. Even with the padding of the diaper and the layer of muck that squelched with every impact, the spanks had to be painful. Mommy knew how to leave bruises when she wanted to, and before this scene, Dolly had requested that she hit as hard as she could. 

The woman on the bed was a sobbing wreck. 

Her diaper was filthy and heavy, sagging around her ankles, over a butt that would be bright red and bruising if it was visible. The orgasm torture had gone on for fifteen minutes now, utterly relentless. 

Utterly humiliating. 

Utterly helpless. 

Mommy hesitated, for a moment. Giving a moment where she could have snapped three times, indicating her safeword. 

No safeword came. 

Taking that as permission to move forward with the scene, Mommy pressed her hand into the seat of the diaper, smushing the mess hard into the tender bottom beneath. “Ugh, you can’t even keep your diapers clean, you smelly, filthy little baby.” 

Pushing, Mommy rolled her over again, so that her arms and legs were twisted up, pressing her thighs together and making the diaper squelch even more. Reaching off camera, Mommy retrieved a tube of IcyHot, then stepped up onto the bed, mounting the sobbing form and sitting on her, so that her thighs straddled the outside of the abused diaper. 

“Here’s what we’re going to do, to make sure you learn your lesson,” she said, squirting the contents of the tube into her hands. “You’re going to be perfectly still and perfectly quiet for ten seconds. Then, I’ll change your diaper and let you out.”

The woman barely responded, but her head nodded a little and she seemed to tense. 

It took a few moments for her to properly fall silent, her choked, gagged whimpers trailing off, so that it was just the sound of the buzzing vibrator. The audience, it seemed, wanted to make this challenge as hard as possible. 

She fought, anyways, holding perfectly still.

“One, two, three-” Mommy started counting off, before rubbing the viscous liquid from her hands onto the hard tips of the woman’s exposed nipples. Heat and cold on such a sensitive place made her yelp, and that yelp was accompanied by more whimpers and cries as the sensory overload continued to pummel her. 

Mommy shook her head. “No. Again. One, two, three…”

Holding tight and tense, she fought. Her will was almost completely broken, but she resisted the vibrating bullet, the pain from her spanking, the heat that was burning on her exposed breasts, even the awful stink and weight of her diaper. 

“... Ten.” 

Mommy stood up, leaned over, and looked away from the figure on the bed. 

“Now I bet you all enjoyed that, didn’t you? Or do you think I should be meaner next time?”

Reaching up, she pressed a button on the stream setup, killing the connection to the vibrator.

Abused as it was by all of the wriggling, it flopped off of Dolly’s waist, onto the bed. Next, Mommy moved up and pulled away the gag in her mouth, so that she could finally speak. 

“How’s my naughty girl?” Mommy asked, as she started undoing the restraints.

Her lips were soaked with drool, and it took Dolly a long moment to find her voice. “Oh my goddd…” she purred. “That was incredible.”

Nobody except her knew the truth. 

Virtual Reality
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Angela blushed, looking down at her blouse. “I have to-” 

Leslie smirked, tapping their clipboard. “Well, yeah. It’s completely immersive. Did you think you’d just sit down and put on a headset?” 

To be honest, Angela didn’t have any expectations at all. She wasn’t much into the Virtual Reality scene, she was just doing this as a favor for a… well, not a friend, exactly. And not a favor. More like ‘recompense’ for past troubles. 

That was, hopefully, all behind them. Leslie had asked for a favor testing their new VR pod, and Angela was more than happy to assist them. 

The pod itself looked like… a prototype. That was putting it charitably. Leslie had apparently started with a plain box slightly larger than a coffin, then built the internal workings themselves. All that Angela could see was the plasticy interior that would separate her from the electronics and sensory input, with a clear visor area where her face would go. 

She had to admit, it was a little intimidating, but Leslie had assured her that, once she was inside, it’d feel just like walking around in the real world. 

“So…” she looked down at herself. “Just the blouse, then?” 

“It’s a prototype,” Leslie explained. “A few features are still in progress. For now, you’ll need to strip out of everything.” When Angela still looked hesitant, they added, “Hey, it’s not like I’ve never seen your naked ass before. At least this time-” 

“Fine.” Angela didn’t want to get into that argument again. Kicking off her shoes seemed like the most modest way to start, and Leslie at least gave her the pretense of modesty by pretending to fiddle with their phone while she pulled off her blouse, shrugged out of her jean shorts, and finally lingered over her panties and bra before slipping out of them as well. “Now what? I just… get in?” 

“Not quite.” Leslie smirked. “This is an eight hour test, to ensure that the long-term user experience is comfortable and safe. I’ll be monitoring you remotely, of course, but… well, we haven’t implemented the waste reclamation features yet.” 

Angela tilted her head, frowning. “Is this dangerous? I feel like-” 

“You’ll have an emergency release button at hand,” Leslie assured her, quickly. “If it feels like it’s too much, you can just press a button and you’ll be let out.” 

“Okay. So, without waste reclamation…” Angela trailed off, thinking about what that could mean. “Oh.” 

Leslie smirked, pointing to a metal filing cabinet by the wall. “In there, I assume you can probably put them on yourself.” 

Walking to the cabinet, Angela checked its interior, and sure enough… “These seem a little… big.” She picked up one of the diapers, unfolding it. 

She wasn’t super familiar with how adult diapers looked, but she’d expected the padding to be on par with a scaled up baby diaper. This material looked far thicker, like what she’d expect from three, maybe four diapers layered on top of one another.

Leslie shrugged. “I got a premium brand so you don’t leak on the electronics. Trust me, once you’re in the pod, you won’t feel it anyways.” 

That was fair enough. Angela was willing to trust them on that, and if it turned out not to be true, she’d have the panic button on hand. 

Propping herself up against the wall, Angela held the diaper between her legs, fiddling with the tapes. She managed to get one down, though it was a little crooked, and-

“You’re terrible at that,” Leslie ‘tssked’. Walking over, they took charge, adjusting the diaper and pulling the remaining five tapes snugly in place, and re-sticking the last one. 

Angela felt like she had a pillow strapped securely between her legs. It’d stop leaks, for sure. She idly thought it might even stop a smallish river, or a large creek. 

“Anything else?” she asked, covering her bare chest with her arms. “You’re not going to tell me that I need to put in a pacifier or something for the pod to work?” 

Leslie rolled their eyes. “Nope. Just climb in, lay down, and keep your mouth open when the pod closes so that the water hose gets between your lips. Eight hours is a long time, and you don’t want to end up dehydrated.” 

“Fair, I guess…” Angela looked at the black interior of the pod, still feeling hesitant. “And you’re sure that it’ll just feel like the real world?” 

At that, Leslie almost seemed offended. “You’re not the first person that’s tested my system, Angel. I just need to do an incremental time test. Everything will be fine, and even if it isn’t, you’ll have the panic button. Trust me. There’s nothing that can go wrong here. You’re not gonna back out and screw me on this, are you? Because-” 

“No!” Angela threw up her hands. “Fine, I’m getting in. Sue me for being cautious, I guess.” 

Putting her hands on the side of the rough-looking VR pod, Angela hopped up, legs splaying slightly on account of all the padding forcing them apart. Orienting her body with the pods smooth, latex interior, she laid down her head, spread out her arms and legs, and opened her mouth. 

“Good?” 

Leslie looked down at her, nodding. “Perfect. Now, just hold still. It’ll take just a minute or so for things to boot up, so be patient.” 

They reached up, took the top of the pod, and pulled it down. Angela was surprised as she felt the water tube insert into her mouth - she’d expected a small little hose, like a straw, but it was more than an inch around and long enough to go halfway down her throat. 

She heard a little ‘click’ as the pod was latched shut. 

Then, she couldn’t hear anything at all. Or see anything, for that matter. The latex on her skin felt a little sticky and warm, but that would presumably go away as soon as the VR started and the simulated atmosphere effects kicked in. 

She couldn’t move at all. In her left hand, she felt a little button, and she could press down on it if she wanted to, but the rest of her body was totally immobile. 

Okay, Leslie. Any time now. This isn’t exactly comfortable. 

Angela would have shifted uncomfortably, but she couldn’t really shift around at all. 

To pass the time, she counted off seconds in her head. Leslie had said it would only take a minute to get things booted up, so Angela counted backwards from sixty. 

Fifty nine. Fifty eight. Fifty seven... 

She wondered if Leslie was saying anything, and she just couldn’t hear it through the pod. 

It occurred to her that she didn’t know how Leslie was controlling the simulation, or even what sim she’d be inside. 

… three… two… one… zero… 

Nothing had happened yet. Leslie must have been talking out of their ass when they said ‘just a minute’, exaggerating to put her at ease. So, she kept counting. 

… minus a hundred. Minus a hundred and one. What the hell is taking them so long? 

She gave up counting. Clearly, something was wrong. She pressed the panic button. 

Nothing happened. 

Angela pressed it again. When she got no response, she held it down, counting off ten seconds, then started hammering it rapidly. 

Nothing at all. So far as she could tell, the pod didn’t respond in any way, and neither did Leslie. 

She tried to move, pressing against the latex material that kept her pressed down, but it was too tight, and she had no leverage. It was like trying to move while buried alive. 

Don’t panic. Leslie will get you out of here, any moment. It just takes them a moment to see the alert, I’m sure. 

She tried waiting. Nothing happened. 

Angela started to panic. 

She couldn’t move. She couldn’t see, or hear, and the only sensations she could feel was the pressure of the hose pressing into her throat, making her choke when she tried to move her mouth. 

‘Thrashing’ was hardly a descriptor for what she did. She tried to thrash, tensing her muscles and pushing against the latex, but it made absolutely no difference. 

She screamed, but it was so muffled that she could barely hear it in her own ears. 

Did Leslie get hurt? Are they in trouble? Why is nobody- 

Finally, she felt something. A system in the pod came to life. 

It was little reprieve. A cold trickle of something - definitely not water - started to dribble into her mouth. It was thick, and a little chalky, and had a bitter, vegetable taste to it. If she had to place it, the flavor reminded her most of mashed peas, but more artificial, and with something else mixed in. 

She had no choice but to choke it down. The sludge kept flowing, and if she didn’t swallow it all, she would be choked. 

Angela didn’t know how long it lasted. Maybe a minute. Maybe half an hour. She was having trouble telling time. Either way, by the time the mush ceased to creep down her throat, her belly felt intensely full, the sort of full that only came with continuing to eat well after even the barest common sense said to stop. 

In the absence of other sensations, it was all she could focus on, as the intense fullness slowly resolved itself, her body digesting and managing the food, and…

She felt a gurgle in her belly. Nothing intense, just a little pressure, but it had come out of nowhere. She had used the bathroom before all this. There was no reason for her… 

The faint residual chalkiness on her lips came to mind. Medicine, or drugs. Something was mixed in her food, and whatever it was, it was making her body churn to expel it. 

Time passed. Angela wasn’t sure if the drugs in her body were really so fast acting, or if her perception was just that unsound, but she could feel the pressure building inside her quickly. There was nothing she could do, except to clench and fight and wish that she could close her legs or ball her fists. 

In the end, the pressure won. It wasn’t even close. She lost the ability, or maybe just the will, to keep holding it, and a tidal wave of muck spilled out into her diaper. With little room to spread out, it was pressed into her cheeks and up between her legs, smearing around under the weight of her body and the confining pressure of the pod. 

She wriggled, and realized only then that, though the pod was a tight, closed system, the air she was breathing was being circulated inside the pod. If it had been coming from an outside source, she wouldn’t have been able to smell the sudden stench that was radiating off from her still-filling padding. As it was, the overwhelming odor of a very dirty diaper was added to her extremely limited repertoire of sensory inputs. The tube gagging her throat, the mush squelching between her legs, and now the smell filling her nostrils. 

It wasn’t all foul. A subtle hint of baby powder and plastic was mixed in, but the overwhelming majority was from the stinky mess stewing in her diaper. 

Minutes passed, and she gave up on taking shallow breaths. There was no avoiding the smell, except to desensitize herself to it. 

And then, finally, the other parts of the pod came alive. 

Lights flashed in her eyes, and the visor proved not to be a high-definition virtual reality display, but a simple LED like you’d find on an alarm clock. Words flashed in rapid succession, moving back and forth between ‘SLUT’ and ‘BABY’, the words filling her vision. 

SLUT

Vibration suddenly kicked in, with a whirring buzz that she could just barely hear, making the front of her padding suddenly begin to thrumm. She was the opposite of aroused, but it came at her with a delicate balance of force and speed, working up and then dropping, teasing her, making the vibration impossible to forget or ignore. It was one of the few sensations she could feel, and the only pleasant one, and she was quickly dripping wet in spite of everything else. 

BABY 

Another force, creating suction around her breasts, gently pulling at her nipples. It built, and then released, and then built again, in time with the vibration. 

SLUT

The hose in her mouth began to move, and only now could she feel the texture to it. It retracted and then thrust its way into her throat, and then retracted, and thrust, building in speed slowly as it fucked her mouth with greater and greater intensity

BABY

Sound began to play. A loud mix of moans, and whimpers, and whispered words echoed in her ears. In time with the LED display, a quiet voice reinforced what was being said, over the sounds of sex and pleasure. 

“SLUT.” 

She couldn’t moan herself, even as the rhythm of the vibration picked up, pressing harder, making her whole body tremble with sensation. It wasn’t pleasure, there was nothing pleasurable about this, but the burning arousal couldn’t be ignored. Panting, she inhaled deeply, acutely aware of the stench of her diaper and the pinpoints of sensation up and down her body.

“BABY.” 

The thrusting in her mouth grew faster, pushing deeper, until- 

“SLUT.” 

She screamed again as the orgasm was ripped out of her, and in the same moment, the hose in her mouth stopped thrusting and quivered, more of the foul-tasting sludge suddenly rushing into her mouth. She had to swallow as it spurted, trying to keep from choking as the slime went down her throat, making her cheeks puff out with the volume. 

“BABY.” 

The vibration against her sex didn’t cease, and the suction on her breasts only increased, as she squirted into the diaper, fluids getting absorbed by the thirsty, incredibly thick padding. She quivered, her whole body shaking as she choked down the last of the sludge. Seconds passed. Maybe minutes. Words and sounds flashed in her mind, whether her eyes were open or closed. 

Finally, the vibration stopped. With it, the suction, the flashing words, the sounds, all went away. 

She was left alone, without sensation, save for the smell of her diaper, now a little sweatier, and with a tinge of sex to highlight the overpowering stink of her mess. 

Her own panting was the only sound she could hear. A thin trickle of water started to pour into her mouth, a genuine relief. She hadn’t realized how thirsty she was. 

In her belly, there was a little gurgle as the drugs from the recent round of sludge started to do their work. She didn’t even try to fight it this time, pushing out more smelly mush into her diaper just so the cramping wouldn’t last as long. 

Time passed. How long, she couldn’t tell. Before she was hungry again, though, she felt sudden, unexpected vibrations begin to build. 

“BABY.” 

The suction resumed. The thrusting down her throat returned. 

“SLUT.” 

The orgasm torture resumed. She couldn’t be sure, but she thought it lasted longer this time, teasing her, fucking her mouth, making things go on for minutes more than it had the last time. 

And then it ended again. She wet her diaper when she had to pee. As the drugs churned in her belly, she added to the growing mess. She took deep breaths, trying to stay calm, not even trying to ignore the stench anymore. 

Time passed. The process repeated, and this time she was sure it was longer than before. By the time her orgasm came, she was pleading with the device to give her release. 

The cycle repeated. 

Longer, again. 

Her diaper grew so full that she could feel its weight, even inside the enclosed machine. She couldn’t remember what fresh air smelled like. 

She was exhausted. 

The process repeated. 

The process repeated.

The process repeated. 

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.”