My Master - An ABDL Story by CradleQuill
You’d think being kidnapped by a vampire would be just like something out of an old movie, that my new “dark master” would keep me chained up in a dungeon somewhere and feed from my neck. And sure, there’s been a fair bit of that. But you wouldn’t expect some tall, dark, unholy being to kidnap a poor, defenseless woman like me and... put her in diapers. But that’s exactly what Ambrose did.
I met him at a bar one night. I had maybe a bit too much to drink, but I had just gotten out of a two-year-long relationship, and that day my former boss rejected my project proposal, so you’ll forgive me if I felt like getting a bit wasted. I was—I am a twenty-six-year-old woman, after all. I’m allowed to get drunk.
Either way, I had just downed my third shot when Ambrose approached me. He was suave with it. He had slicked-back black hair and a handsome beard that chiseled his jawline, and when he slid over onto the barstool next to mine, I immediately knew where it was going, and I wanted it. There’s nothing like a hunky man at a bar to take your mind off your problems, and Ambrose fit the bill perfectly.
He was nothing but a gentleman, and he had a stunning smile. Maybe if I hadn’t been drinking, I would have noticed a certain sharpness to his canines when he grinned at me, but as he told me about his job and what he liked to do for fun—all lies, of course—I never noticed them. I was too fixated on his eyes, a striking blue that threatened to swallow me like the sea, and I was eager to drown.
I insisted we go back to my place. I may be reckless, but I wasn’t going to let some strange man take me to his home when we’d just met, no matter how charming. He could at least do me the courtesy of having his way with me in my own bed. I was too sloshed to drive, so I left my car at the bar. I knew the bartender. He was a friend of mine from high school. We weren’t really friends, but he was reliable enough and he gave me free drinks sometimes, so we might as well have been friends. I’m pretty sure he nodded at me on my way out and I gave him a thumbs up to let him know everything was cool, but maybe I imagined that.
I fell asleep as soon as I got in his car. The last thing I remember was Ambrose leaning over to buckle my seatbelt. I remember thinking it was so thoughtful of him, as foolish as that was. Maybe that was my first sign to run, but of course, I didn’t. When I woke up, we weren’t at my house. But we weren’t exactly at his house either. All around me, the walls were stone, and my wrists were chained above me in manacles. By this point, I was a bit more coherent, so I immediately started to panic.
I didn’t scream. I was pretty sure he wouldn’t take me somewhere I could be heard by his neighbors, if he even had any. And he wasn’t with me at the time, so it may have been my only opportunity to find something I could use. I looked around for anything that could help free me, but all I could find was a jagged piece of stone that had broken off part of the wall. I used my feet to bring it closer. It wouldn’t help me escape my binds, but I could use it as a weapon. I stashed it beneath my butt.
He hadn’t taken my clothes off. I was still in my jeans and t-shirt from before. That was one small saving grace. I’m not sure how long I waited, but eventually, I heard his boots coming down the stairs. The anticipation welled up in my throat as I waited to see my captor. I had heard news stories about things like this happening, but I never imagined it would happen to me.
When he came down the stairs, he wore the same gentlemanly smile he had on throughout the evening. “Good morning, sleepyhead,” he said. I wasn’t sure if it was actually morning, or if he was just using it as a turn of phrase.
I didn’t say anything back to him. I mean, what do you say in a situation like that? “Cat got your tongue?” he goaded me. “You were so talkative last night.”
“Please,” I said. “Please, just let me go, and I won’t tell anyone about this. I swear.”
He just laughed. “Don’t worry, pet. I’m not going to hurt you, but I can’t let you go.”
“Why not?” To my own surprise, the words came out almost like a whine.
“Because you’re my new plaything, sweetheart. You should feel honored. Out of all the beautiful women in the world, I picked you.”
“I didn’t want to be picked.”
“Didn’t you? You were coming on to me so strong all night, I just had to give you what you were really after.”
“You think I wanted this? You’re out of your mind.”
“Deep down, it’s what all women want. To be held... cherished... protected.” With each word, he moved closer to me, until he was towering right over me. He brought his hand to my chin and raised my eyes up to meet his.
“Isn’t that what you need?” he continued.
“What I need...” I let the words trail off, making it seem like I was thinking, like he was winning me over. His devilish grin grew wider with each passing second. I saw the key ring dangling from his belt.
“What I need... is for you to shut your mouth!” I took the broken piece of stone in my toes and plunged it into his neck. I had played soccer all through school, so I used every bit of muscle I had built up to plunge it in deep.
His hands shot to his neck, and blood spilled from the wound. When he tried to back away, I used my other leg to trip him. He hit the floor hard, and the keys came jingling toward me. I used my toes to grab the key, and being as flexible as I was, I managed to get the right key into my mouth. There was just enough slack in the chains for me to tilt my head up and free one wrist. Once that one was free, the other proved no problem at all.
I rubbed the pain from my wrists. I wasn’t going to stick around there for long. Ambrose was still writhing on the ground, and I was sure he wouldn’t be getting up. I darted across the room to the stairs he had come down earlier, but atop the stairs, I found a locked door. The key would be back on the key ring, which meant going back down, as much as I didn’t want to.
When I reached the bottom of the stairs, Ambrose was gone, as was the key ring. All that remained was the pool of blood from where he had been laying. A chill ran down my spine, and when I turned around, he was already standing behind me, with the piece of rock still lodged in his neck, and a much more stern look on his face than before.
“I see,” he said. “Well, if you’re going to misbehave, I have no choice but to teach you a lesson.”
He ripped the piece of stone from his neck and more blood shot everywhere. My hands instinctively went to cover my eyes, but I couldn’t completely look away. Through the cracks of my fingers, I peeked, only to see the wound on his neck heal faster than anything ever should.
He stretched and cracked his neck as if he had simply slept wrong. “There. Now come here.” He grabbed my wrists and forced me around. His strength was overpowering. I was no match for him. He lifted me up and carried me, even while I was kicking and struggling, over to a stone table. He laid me down and soon enough, more chains were around my wrists and my ankles too this time.
“Little girls who misbehave lose their privileges. Having your legs free, that’s a privilege. And it’s one you won’t be afforded any longer.”
He walked over to a nearby shelf on the wall, one I had not noticed until then. From inside, he pulled out a fluffy white object that was foreign to me. It looked almost like a stack of paper, with colorful designs on it that I couldn’t quite make out. He brought it over to me and began to unfold it.
“What’s that?” I asked, my voice trembling.
“It’s a diaper. Naughty little girls like you need to learn their place, and this is the first step.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I was so shocked I couldn’t even find the words to protest. With the diaper unfolded, he lifted my butt and laid it under me. The inner fabric was soft to the touch, almost like sitting on a pillow. He sprinkled baby powder on me, an experience I had not had in nearly two decades, and pulled the front up to cover me before taping the diaper snugly into place. He was meticulous, making sure the fit was just right before he was satisfied.
I was just beginning to accept this new feeling around my hips when, out from his pocket, he took an adult-sized pacifier with the words “baby girl” printed on the front and plopped it into my mouth. I went to spit it out, but he quickly wrapped a gag around my mouth, one that had a hole to perfectly fit the pacifier. With that, all I could do was whine more.
“Now, look at me,” he said. I tried to turn away, but he grabbed my chin once again and forced me to look at him. Those big, beautiful blue eyes, wide like the sea, drew me even deeper in. “Don’t look away from me, little one. You are mine now.”
With each word, I became more entranced. His eyes seemed to grow wider in my vision until they had become my whole world. It was as if I was lost at sea, in the middle of a great big ocean, with only a small rock beneath me to hold me steady. The vastness of it all, the gentle rocking of the waves, it soothed me, made me feel small and seen.
“You aren’t an adult,” he said. “You’re so tired of always having to be the one people rely on, the one who has to take care of everything. You told me that yourself, last night. I know this is what you really want, what you need more than anything. You’re tired. So very tired of having to be a big girl all the time. So let go. Give in and become my baby girl. Let me be the Father you’ve always yearned for. Don’t run away from it. Embrace it, and embrace me.”
Between the rhythm of the waves and the lyrical nature of his words, it was like I was experiencing music for the first time. Like when you first hear a song that truly moves you, not just one that entertains or pacifies you, but that affects you to your core. It was like a holy choir was raising me up into his arms. And at the same time, I felt another sensation growing, this one deep in my bladder.
I hadn’t peed since the night before, and the alcohol was ready to leave my system. The last vestiges of my pride tried to hold on, to grasp hold of what made me the person I was, but the beautiful tune he was playing for me was too overpowering. Before I even had a chance to give it a second thought, I felt the control escaping me. Warmth spread between my legs, being soaked in by the previously dry diaper. In my shame, I felt my old self slipping away, and his new baby girl being born.
Since then, every day has been an exercise in learning how to behave for him. He raises me, treats me like his daughter, his pet, his property, and his lover. He takes care of me and treats me well. He also terrifies and tortures me for his own amusement, and sickeningly, I have become addicted to it. When he goes too long without using me, I turn into the fussiest baby in the world, begging for my Master to come show me who I belong to.
I’d give him anything he wants, and he knows it. He doesn’t even have to use his powers of hypnosis on me anymore, not that it stops him. Even the hypnosis itself is something I crave. It gets me more drunk than alcohol ever could. And when he feeds on me, it is like nothing else in this world. It is ecstasy; it is escape; it is submission, and it is freedom in relinquishing myself to him. Every time he feeds on me, I wet myself, and with each accident in my diaper, I feel that control I once had slip further away.
He is my Master. He is my Daddy. He is everything to me. And I am his little girl. His little doll to play with however he pleases.
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I love vampires, and I love diapers. So here, have both.
This story is fantasy for consenting adults.
