"Puh-puh-pleeeeeze!!" It's the cry of a woman whose entire self-image is crumbling around her ears. "I- It's too much- UUnnngghhh!! I- I'm gonna-"
Helen's body is betraying her, exactly as you knew it would. She's being dragged helplessly down, forced into wave after wave of unwilling pleasure. Again and again those waves crash over her: driven by the inexorable buzzing within her cunt, and the diabolical, revolting warmth of her own urine.
That's the beauty of it, isn't it? You haven't whipped her, or harmed her, or done anything more than fasten a simple length of rope around her wrists and a cute disposable diaper around her waist.
You're killing her with kindness. Or at least, killing the prudish part of her psyche that's holding her back.
So now you begin to speak: not harshly, but in pure, saccharine-toned condescension. "Aww, Helen, what's the matter? What's too much? Surely my big, strong, sexy girlfriend can handle a teeny tiny little vibrator?"
She's gasping now, hiccuping past the mortifying arousal that is convulsing her entire being. "N-no! I- I mean, nottt- not like thiiiiiisss!" Her arms twist helplessly behind her, her lips contorting in stammering chagrin. "Not in- in a- a…" And then the word vomits forth. "A d-d-d-diaper!!!"
It's your cue. The moment of weakness you need. The first time she's allowed that mortifying word to cross her lips.
"You mean your diaper?" Your lips curl into an soft sneer. "It's your diaper, girl. And it's full of your pee. You're the one who said you had no limits. You're the one who pissed in it just now. And you're the one who's getting so fucking horny just being in it that, well…" You trail off deliciously, the sight of her heaving breasts setting a fresh stab of lust aching through your loins.
"It's exactly like you fear. You're about to do something far, far more embarrassing than just pissing yourself."
Her breath hitches. Her eyes bulge. And right before her horrified face, you hold up the remote to her vibe… slide your fingers coyly over the buttons… and switch it up to HIGH.
"N-n-n-nnoooo!!" Her wails redouble, her body arching and swaying in visceral revulsion. But the vibrator cannot be stopped, nor can her body resist. And now, over her panting moans cuts your voice: stern at last, commanding, goading her down into the sordid depths.
"Oh, yes. You're a pathetic. Disgusting. Pissy. Fucking. Slut." Every word cuts like a lash. "You're a diaper slut now. My slut. So accept it. Go on. Do it! Cum. Cum in your stupid, soggy diaper. Cum your stupid fucking brains out. 'Cause you know the truth. It feels good to cum. It's good to be a diaper slut. It's so good, so fucking good…"
Let's just say that given her spasming limbs and screwed-up face and ecstatic, horrified cries, I think our dear friend Helen agrees.
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