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…
Brrrrr.
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…
Cli-clack-clack-clack. 
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?”