you know cuties, being almost 5' tall means every once in a while, Miss E's wittle charges are bigger than her!
now, don't let the silly thought of just cuz i'm this cute, bubbly girl that i'll let you do what you want, just because you're tall?
i love tall babies.
the taller the better! i promise, if you think i'm that pretty for you up there, just wait til you're looking up at me!
Miss E has an extra special rule for bad littles over 6': they aren't allowed to be taller than me the whole time i'm in charge! that's right! on your hands and knees allll day!
if i even catch you standing once, i'll walk right up to you, looking up your body into your eyes. i'll put a dainty finger on your chest, and push. i'll push you right up against the wall.
i'm so little, tiny. but you can't do anything, i've got you wrapped around that same finger.
i'd grab you by your shirt and pull you down, down to the floor until you're on your knees in front of me. without breaking eye contact, Miss E would have you collared and leashed as her little pet the rest of the night.
this is a post written for a typically big strong mama, but little ol' Miss E got her feeling a little blushy! @boombgoestheboobies2
Erica was so excited! Mommy was going to be staying out of town for the weekend for work, and, despite her best efforts, hadn't found a babysitter for Erica.
Ever since Erica and her Mommy started dating, the small woman had never been left alone.
Every day and night, she'd been kept under Mommy's watchful eye. And, as much as Erica loved her girlfriend and her days spent as her Mommy's perfect little adult baby girl, she did miss certain aspects of her adult life.
One of the things she missed the most was going clubbing with her friends.
Back before Erica met Mommy, she would spend every Saturday night in her shortest, prettiest dress, rubbing her ass on strangers while she drunkenly danced to the best club beats.
Mommy, however, hated clubs.
She always said that they reminded her of being in a daycare full of overgrown, unsupervised toddlers. Ever since Mommy had taken over Erica's life, the adult toddler had been forbidden from going clubbing. That restriction chaffed Erica more than the rest (even more than not being allowed to go potty anywhere other than her pants or her pink training potty).
However, with Mommy staying in a hotel an hour out of town, and without a babysitter to tattle on her, Erica had her opportunity. She was going clubbing!
For the week ahead of Mommy's trip, Erica spent her days secretly coordinating her unsupervised outing.
She reached out to her old college girl friends. They were all more than happy to oblige their old friend's desire to get out of the house and let loose.
She secretly bought and hid a slutty new dress to go out in, Mommy having purged her wardrobe of any clothes that wouldn't have been appropriate on a five-year-old when they moved in together.
Erica even pre-booked an Uber and reserved a VIP table at her favorite club. She wasn't going to let anything ruin her night!
The day of her secret trip finally came. Erica gave Mommy a big hug and passionate kiss before Mommy left on her work trip.
"I'll miss you bunches, Mommy! I'll be so lonely without you!" Erica said, laying her lonely-little-girl act on thick.
Erica's Mommy reached down and squeezed the front of Erica's diaper, reflexively checking if it needed changed as she pulled away from her girlfriend's kiss.
"I'll miss you too, Baby Girl! Are you sure you can make it a whole night by yourself? I can still call in and say I'm too sick to go!" Mommy said, her worry coloring every word she spoke.
Erica jumped back, realizing she may have gone too far.
"No, Mommy! I'll miss you, but I'll be fine! Go have fun on your trip! Don't worry about me!" Erica's words came fast and furiously in a way that made Mommy more than a little suspicious.
Erica's girlfriend's eyebrow rose with her suspicions. "You're going to be a good girl, right? You would be planning on breaking any of Mommy's rules?"
Erica blanched. Were her plans going to fall apart that quickly?
"No, no! I'm going to be a good girl! Of course! Plus, you need to go on this trip to get that big promotion!"
Mommy looked at Erica, clearly not mollified.
But, Erica knew that she'd been right. This trip was too important to Mommy's career for her to miss.
So, Erica waived goodbye as her girlfriend drove away, content that her carefully planned indiscretion was going to go off without a hitch.
The rest of the day before leaving for the club went quickly. Erica spent the morning doing her chores, making sure to set herself up for success when she inevitably came home too drunk to do her normal required daily tasks for Mommy.
After a quick lunch of a cut up peanut butter and jelly sandwich, apple sauce, and carrot sticks (carefully prepared by Mommy before she left), Erica changed her very wet diaper and climbed into her crib for her normal afternoon nap.
Eventually, evening rolled around, and Erica excitedly got ready to go hit the club with her friends for the first time in years.
She changed out of her diaper into her thinnest pull-up.
She got her short, slutty dress out of it's hiding spot and put it on.
She did her make-up and hair, and then admired herself in the full-length mirror in her nursery.
Standing in front of her crib and changing table, Erica could only say one thing as she looked at herself.
"I'm so fucking hot!"
Erica's Uber soon came and picked up her and her friends.
The night was incredible. Erica drank, danced, flirted, and partied harder than she had in years. Guys bought her drinks.
She got felt up, which, normally she'd be offended by, but tonight, she took as a compliment. She didn't even notice the strange looks she got when guys felt a wet pull-up when they were expecting a firm ass.
Her friends were all commemorating the occasion, taking photos and videos and posting them to their Insta. Nothing could ruin Erica's night. Or, at least, that's what Erica thought.
Three hours and countless drinks and dances into the evening, Erica was in the middle of the dance floor, grinding her soggy-padding covered ass on an incredibly hot guy she had first seen minutes earlier when her revelry was interrupted by a sharp tug on her ear.
"ERICA LYNNE! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!" Mommy's voice rang out over all of the clatter of the club.
The music and dancing came to a screeching halt as a gap cleared in the center of the dance floor where Mommy chastised Erica.
"Mommy! I, uh… thought…" The small woman in the slutty dress stammered out uselessly.
"You THOUGHT? You thought what? You were a big girl, just because I was gone for the night? You wouldn't get caught breaking my rules because I was out of town? These people would see you as something other than the overgrown toddler you are because you put on that skanky dress to play pretend? Let's see how big they think you are when they see what you're hiding under that skirt!"
Unceremoniously and with every eye in the club on them, Erica's girlfriend-turned-Mommy hiked up the back of Erica's skirt and tucked it in the waistband of her soaking wet, pink Moana pull-up.
Laughter errupted from everywhere, swallowing Erica up like the music had just moments before.
Erica broke from the public humiliation.
The dam that had be holding back most of the urine created by hours of drinking gave way.
Erica flooded her already damp pull-up in the middle of the dance floor. Pee ran down Erica's legs and puddled at her feet as the pull-up proved to be too little protection for the tsunami of piss coming from her now.
Erica cried as people gasped, laughed, and called her a baby. Even her friends, women she'd known for years, were giving her looks of pity, shame, and disgust.
"Now look what you've done! Made a mess all over the floor! Naughty baby!"
Erica bawled drunk tears as she stumbled behind Mommy, being dragged to the nearest lady's room for, what Erica was certain, was going to be a very humiliating diaper change.
When they got there, one look from Erica's furious Mommy Domme immediately cleared out the bathroom.
"Of course this place doesn't have a changing table!" Mommy huffed as she pulled a changing mat out of the diaper bag she was carrying. "Lie down," she said, pointing at the mat on the floor.
Erica did as she was told without complaint. With her thumb firmly planted in her mouth, she stared at the stained ceiling panels of the club's bathroom as Mommy went to work.
"I can't believe you," Mommy lectured as she stripped Erica of her drenched pull-up, "I am gone for less than a day, worried sick that you're lonely, that you can't take care of yourself!"
Erica involuntarily shuddered as her girlfriend wiped her pussy with a cool baby wipe.
"I lay down on my bed in my hotel room, open Instagram, and what do I find?"
Erica lifted her hips, allowing Mommy to pull the wet pull-up out from under her and replace it with something much thicker.
"Pictures, videos, stories, reels, posts, you name it! Everything showing my precious little baby--the little girl who PROMISED me that she would be good--not only drinking, but drinking and dancing in a night club in a slutty, little dress!"
Erica blushed as she lifted her hips again, allowing a second thick ABDL diaper to be slid under her.
"You broke more rules than your silly little brain can count to, princess!" Mommy said as she taped her disobedient charge into her double diapers.
Erica grimaced at the harsh tone with which her girlfriend had called her princess.
"And you're not going to get away with it! Stand!"
Mommy pulled Erica to her feet.
Erica tried to pull the hem of her skirt down over her dress, but her choice of a skin tight garment had backfired. Her dress was so tight and the diapers were so thick that the best Erica could do to maintain any sort of modesty was leave her skirt hiked up to her belly button, not covering her diapers at all.
"Mommy, please," she whispered, begging for any sort of reprieve.
None came.
"What? You seemed to like showing off you body earlier? What's wrong now? Embarrassed to let everyone see who you really are?" Mommy said, not a hint of sympathy in her voice. "March!"
With her eyes turned down, the drunk, once-proud party girl waddled behind her Mommy through her favorite club, drawing everyone's stares and whispers.
Despite her embarrassment, Erica did her best to soak everything in.
Something told her, as she watched her girlfriend's beautiful backside sway in front of her with a determined gait, she would be lucky to ever see the inside of a night club ever again.
I get messages all the time from little boys that are all-too-willing to share pictures of themselves in their poopy diapers. It’s so cute to see them in their messy Pampers and know that they are right where they belong! They might not always admit it, but they love to be seen as the helpless little ones they are.🤭
"Who's a baby gurll? Who's da wittle baybee gurll?!" Callie cooed, bouncing up and down in front of you, making kissy faces and rubbing her gorgeous tits. "Who is it?! Who's the cutest wittle--why are you making that face?"
You clenched your legs tight. You tried to stop it, trying everything to hold it back, but it was no use. You shamefully started spasming on the floor, diaper crinkling pitifully throughout.
Callie's eyes went wide with surprise. "Oh my gosh!" she gasped. "Did you just...?"
But she didn't give you time to stop her. To say or do anything before her hand shot to the front of your diaper. You felt the tip of her finger swirl around inside before she tugged it forward and peeked inward.
"Oh my GOD!" she exclaimed, clapping her hands to her face, horror stricken. "I... I didn't think that would happen!" she said, fluctuating between a mixture of panic and pity. "I mean...really? You just...All I do is jiggle my tits and you start spewing in your cage??!"
Your cheeks blushed a deeper pink than her shirt which was still barely containing her beautiful breasts.
"Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh!!" she reeled, running her hands through her hair anxiously. "Does this happen all the time? Or is your wife going to be mad at me?? She specifically told me not to let you cum under any circumstances, but it's not my fault you're such a fucking loser..."
Again, there was nothing you could do or say but shrink inwards as you were overcome with post-nut shame.
"Your wife should be back from Marcus's in 30 minutes! If she finds out you made a fucking goo goo in your diaper I'm finished! I can't lose this job. It's $2,000 a week!"
Callie paced back and forth desperately, then finally stopped. "Okay, okay. We can fix this...do you have to go poo poo's?"
Even in her fit of distress she still managed to talk to you like a baybee. You gave a quick assessment of your bowel situation, and shook your head 'no'.
"Ughhh!!" she groaned, pacing again. "I'm not allowed to change you out of that sticky diaper unless you make a boom boom first!! I need you to try! Now!"
She looked at you expectantly. A little flummoxed, you eventually dropped down to your haunches.
"I don't hear anything..." she chided.
She wanted you to grunt. To make little constipation noises. So you did. But it was no use.
"God damn it! God DAMN IT!" she groaned, biting her nails and continuing to pace.
"I've got it!" she snapped, turning around and heading back to you still crouching on the floor trying to make a pushy.
"You're going to lick it out!" she smiled resolutely.
Before you could say anything she shoved you backward so that you fell on your back.
"B-but," you protested as she gently removed the tapes off the front of your diaper, making sure they stayed in tact. "But it's already--"
She held the plump pamper up, it was already soaked with piss.
"What? It's already wet?" she asked, laying the diaper flat on the floor. "That's too damn bad. You should have thought of that before you decided to blow your little loser load into your bambinos!"
You tried to argue, tried to protest, but she gripped you by the hair and jerked you over to the pissy padding.
"Please..." you whimpered, staring at the little puddle of goo streaked across the yellow runway. "I don't wanna--" but you didn't get much else out before she slammed your face down.
She held you there, warm padding pressed into your cheeks, not even that close to the puddle, so you had to wiggle your way around for air and access to the load. You wanted to get rid of it as soon as possible to end this ordeal. There was a loud crinkling next to you, then a click. Soon, you felt the cold tinge of a wipe draping across your cage and balls to clean up any sticky evidence that was still dripping out.
"Get it!" She barked, letting you breath and push your tongue along the plump padding, "All of it!" But some was soaking in, your Mommy probably wouldn't be able to tell, but you had to be sure. You actually liked Callie as your betasitter--this situation notwithstanding. She was sweeter and nicer than the rest. Also those boobs were--
The door creaked open. Neither of you had even heard your wife come in the house, but there she was, staring wide-eyed at Callie forcing her husband's face into a wet diaper.
"What is going on here?" your wife, Gina asked.
Callie released your head, looking more terrified than even you were.
"W-we w-were..." you stammered, "I...I m-mean I w-was..."
"I'm SORRY Mrs. Hoffstedder!!" Callie blurted out, close to tears. "I was just bouncing my boobs for him and he...he...he busted a nut in his diaper. But I didn't touch him! I swear! I SWEAR!"
"That's quite alright, dear," Gina said, waving her away and resting a motherly hand on her shoulder, "Calm down, it's nothing to worry about. This happens all the time."
"Really??" Callie asked with a mixture of relief and disbelief.
"Oh honey, of course!!" Gina chuckled, "I mean, he's a beta, honey! Beta's can't help themselves. Their little pinpricks spurt all the time under the slightest of stimulations. It's why they're caged and diapered in the first place! You did nothing wrong, dear."
"So you're not going to fire me??" Callie sniffled.
"Fire you? Of course, not!" Gina cackled, "If anything, I oughta give you a raise! Allen would probably have no problem paying you $2,500 a week if it means he gets to make number 3's at the sight of your beautiful breasts, babe!"
Callie exhaled the biggest sigh of relief, deflating and relaxing a little. "That's so great! Thank you so much!"
"Don't mention it, sweetheart." Gina smiled, then turned back to you. "Now...speaking of accidents..."
She pulled out something she had behind her back the whole time. It was a large, magnum-sized condom, containing a rather large load of spunk.
"Marcus made a number 3 too!" she grinned, grabbing the end of the condom, turning it over, and squeezing the contents out over your freshly licked diaper, making another white, gooey runway strip across. "Beta baybeez always make stickies in diapers. But it's not every day the jizz of a real man ends up in there! Perhaps you should clean his up to. Or would you rather wear it around with you? Callie and I would love to put this diaper back on you, wouldn't we dear?"
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A very pink diaper re-stock today! The megamax are my favorite for in public and the Blushing Baby I just haven't had in a while! Very excited to be all in pink for a week or two!
I have a request for anyone who sees this: I need suggestions to make my sexy time more humiliating and less pleasurable!
Currently the only way I allow myself to get off: I have to be in diapers, I can't touch my princess parts and have to rub the outside of my diapers, and I can only use 1 finger.
However, as a beta virgin baby girl, my playtime needs to be as humiliating and degrading as possible. So please, share any new rules to add!
If you don't have any suggestions, please share so maybe a helpful adult will see!!
@dl-goddess told me to wet myself again and I'm also secretly wanting to learn to post more of myself online to better shame myself properly as a diaper girl!
I hope this first round of diaper-under-a-dress photos is pleasing, and please do forgive my very rudimentary photography!
Have a question for my fellow diaper wearers! How do you dispose of your used diapers? I've been putting them in plastic bags and taking them out to the big trash can. My problem is that feels sooooo wasteful!
I tried putting them in my regular trash but 1) that made my house smell like pee 2) filled up my normal trash really quickly and 3) leaves big huge diapers sitting in the trash for anyone to see. Maybe one day I'll be comfortable being that overt and open (would like to be) but right now I'm not! Also had a friend who does know about my diapers let me borrow an old diaper genie her family didn't need anymore, but my diapers were too big for it!
This is my first attempt at writing a longer form story. I asked someone I enjoy having kinky discussions and playtime with for some topic ideas for my first long story. One of the ideas she gave was "slave training". From that, came this story. Any and all constructive feedback is welcome. This is a 2500ish word chapter, so it might take a minute. Any and all constructive criticism is welcome, as I work to improve myself as a writer!
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I walked up the driveway towards the door of the house with my heart pounding in my chest. The little gray house in the country, with the plants all around the edge of the porch looked comfortable and unassuming, but I was still terrified as I approached the front door and knocked softly, timidly.
I stood nervously, debating turning around and running back to my car in the driveway, suddenly feeling very nervous about the day I’d been waiting for for months. I fiddled with the buttons on my blouse and adjusted my skirt nervously. I was dressed the way I’d been instructed to. Black patent leather heels, a knee length black pencil skirt, and a red frilly blouse, with my hair hanging loose down to my shoulders. I looked like the very picture of professionalism, a successful young woman who was focused on moving up in the world. But I knew it was all about to change.
I was snapped out of my thoughts as the door in front of me opened. There she stood. Scarlett. I quickly mentally corrected myself “Not Scarlett, Miss Scarlett, Miss Scarlett” and I gave my head a shake, smiling widely as the shorter woman gave me a tight embrace and said, “Please, come in! I’ve been so excited for this all day!” and stepped aside, allowing me to step over the threshold into her home for the first time.
We had been talking for months. I had first reached out after months of following her on social media and thinking about how interesting she looked. We became quick friends, talking often and sharing everything. It didn’t take long before the conversation between two hot young lesbians turned towards sex and sexuality. Initially it was very innocent chatter about dating preferences and relationship goals. But within a couple of days, we got to the point of discussing more taboo topics. Our kinky desires both rapidly became apparent.
I, for all of my outward presentation of being a put-together and high-achieving woman with a career in tech, had always wanted to be another woman’s submissive. To use the words that Miss Scarlett liked, I wanted to be someone’s little bitch, their dumb slut.
She was the complete opposite. Her powerful outward persona was who she was to her very core. She wanted to be in control, all the time. Not only in her day-to-day life where she was successful, with a head for business. She had always longed to be in charge of someone behind closed doors as well. It didn’t take long for us to realize just how compatible we were.
We talked for months, becoming more and more comfortable with one another. Sharing lewd photographs, doing kinky roleplay and sexting, and me daring to make the occasional joke, asking if she ever thought about bringing in a maid or a private chef. Well, as it turned out, she had been thinking about that. One of the times that I made my little joke of “Oh, you should have a maid to take care of all that for you!” After she announced she was logging off to take care of some housework, she did the last thing I ever expected her to do. She agreed.
The door closed with a loud click and I snapped back to reality. I was really here. In Miss Scarlett’s house. I jumped as her hands touched my shoulders, and could feel her breath against my ear as she spoke, “Calm down sweetie. You’re safe with me, you can trust me! Miss Scarlett won’t hurt you… Until you do something to deserve it.” With that she gave a little chuckle, walking around in front of me and keeping a hand on my shoulder. When she finally stood in front of me, the welcoming smile was gone and the gentle affection seemed much, much colder. As though she had dropped an act and finally decided to get serious. “You’ve been annoying me the whole time we’ve known one another with those occasional quips about wanting to be a servant for me, wanting to make my life easier, when I was just trying to have some kinky roleplay with you.” I tried to fight the crestfallen feeling rising up in the pit of my stomach, and it must have shown. She reached up and ran a hand gently down the side of my face. “You don’t need to look so sad, sweetheart. I did invite you here after all. It wasn’t a trick. I just hope that it lives up to your expectations.” Her smile returned as she took a step back from me.
“First thing’s first. A symbol of the transition you’re about to undergo. I had you wear the same outfit you most recently wore to your job for a reason. When you take it off, it’s going to symbolize you leaving behind that old life, where you were a promising young professional. That costume laying on the floor, while the real you is on display, is going to be the first sign of your complete submission to me. So, go on. Strip.”
My hands were shaking as I reached up and started to unbutton my blouse, the nervous feeling in my stomach growing ever more intense. I unzipped my skirt, working it down my legs and stepping out of it, my knees feeling weaker and weaker with every second. I unstrapped my heels, shivering as my bare feet hit the floor, feeling exposed and vulnerable for the first time and looked back at Miss Scarlett expectantly. “Underwear as well. It’s all part of the costume you wore in your previous life. I need you to leave it all behind.” I stopped and stood still for a moment, debating putting my clothes back on and walking out the door. This was all going too far, progressing so quickly. I had expected some hugs and kisses, maybe some playful slaps on the ass, before I got told to do some light housework, and then maybe fooling around together after.
I decided to commit. I reached around and unclasped my bra, letting it fall to the floor. I lowered my panties, stepping out of them as they reached my ankles. For the first time, the disparity between us became clear to me. I was a foot taller than her, well muscled, and used to being tough and getting my way. But now, I was naked standing before a much smaller woman who was wearing a pretty sundress and sandals. I felt weak, I felt exposed, I felt like I may have made a mistake. “Good girl, very good girl.” I heard, jumping again as I felt a hand grope my butt, noticed Miss Scarlett walking around me, inspecting my body. I was still trying to make sense of the situation in my head when I suddenly felt something cold against my neck. Miss Scarlett had slipped a leather collar onto me. While I was trying to form the words to protest this, she also snapped a leash onto the collar and I felt a sharp tug downwards from the leash. Knowing what was expected of me, I immediately fell down to my knees.
“That’s a good girl. This is the position I expect you to always be in when you’re in my presence. That’s the first rule you’ll need to remember. If we are in the same room, you are expected to be kneeling. We’ll get into more details as we get into your training in just a moment.” Before I could form any sort of response, she pulled on the leash and began walking down the hallway with it in her hand, forcing me to crawl rapidly after her, doing my best to ignore the pain of the hardwood floor on my knees and hands. We arrived at a door at the end of the hall, which Miss Scarlett pushed open and led me through.
The room on the other side was sparsely furnished. A twin sized bed, with one pillow and a thin blanket. A plain wooden desk and a wooden chair, with no cushions or armrests. A single window, with frosted glass so I couldn’t see out. A door, assumedly leading to a closet in the corner. And that was it. “This will be your bedroom-” I interrupted, suddenly finding my words, trying to get a grasp on this situation, “Bedroom? I’m going home in a few hours!” In response I felt a sharp slap across my face, rendering my speechless once again.
“You’ll have your chance to speak. We’ll talk more about that when we get to your new rules. But, in short, you pestered me for months about how I needed a maid, a servant to take care of all my domestic work. Well, I’ve thought about it and you’re right. But it’s not a part time job. And since you were so ready to volunteer, over and over again, I assumed you wouldn’t have any sort of problem with it. So, as I was saying, this will be your bedroom. This should be a sufficient space to start your initial training. If you don’t take to the training in the comfort of your luxurious quarters, we can always move to the punishment room next door.” With that, she pushed the door to the bedroom closed and strutted across the small space, sitting on the rickety bed, giving a little wince. “Damn, this mattress is awful. I’m glad I’m not the one sleeping on it.” With that she gave a giggle that sounded just a bit malicious to my terrified ears, pulling my leash, clearly demanding that I crawl closer.
I crawled over to stand in front of Miss Scarlett and remained on my knees, looking up at her, hoping my fear wasn’t showing on my face. She had her smile back on her face, but it no longer looked warm and sexy. It looked terrifying, truly scary. “Now, your training. First, a few ground rules. I know I told you to address me as ‘Miss Scarlett’, but that’s not the rule anymore. You won’t be addressing me at all. If you have anything you need to ask or tell me, you can simply kneel in front of me and I’ll ask you what you need at my convenience. If I give you a command, you don’t need to worry about answering me. I can assume your answer, because it will always be ‘Yes’!” She laughed out loud at this one, a harsh mocking laughter. “Is everything clear so far?” It felt like a trick to me, so I elected to stay silent. Scarlett laughed again, clapping her hands enthusiastically. “Very good, girl! Very good! Like I said, no need to answer me, the only answer you’d be allowed to give anyway is ‘Yes!’ If something is ever unclear, I’ll figure it out when you fuck up, and I’ll be happy to punish you for not understanding the first time.” She stood up and stepped past me, grabbing something I hadn’t noticed previously off the top of the desk. “This will symbolize the fact that you’ll never have a reason to open your dumb little mouth without permission again.” With that, she stuck a ball gag in my mouth, buckling it behind my head.
Mistress Scarlett sat down again on the bed. “Now, some more rules. As established already, if you’re in my presence, you’re to be on your knees. You’ll be allowed to stand to perform your chores day-to-day, but as soon as I walk into a room you’re in, you’re to drop to your knees immediately, and stay there until I leave. That’s the most important rule. I don’t care if you’re in the middle of a task, or how inconvenient it is for you. We’re not equals, and I expect to be shown deference at all times.” She reached forward and began to run a hand through my hair, smiling that same evil smile, clearly enjoying my discomfort and fear. “You’ll work a twelve hour day making sure my house is spotless and preparing all my meals. That’s a seven day a week obligation. No days off, no holidays. Just twelve hours of drudgery, every single day.” The hand that was petting my hair worked its way downward and began to fondle my breasts, first one then the other, causing me to moan softly behind my gag. “That’s a good girl, that’s all the confirmation I need that you’re listening. Next rule. When you’re not doing your 12 hours of housework, you’ll still be on call. I will still be asking you to do odd jobs even outside of your working day. Otherwise, in your free time, I want all that time spent learning new skills. Studying makeup, nail care, haircare, anything else you can use to make my life easier or better. Your time isn’t your own anymore. Every waking second is dedicated to improving my quality of life.” I looked up at her, which apparently prompted her to stop groping my breasts so pleasurably and caused her to deliver another sharp slap to both of my cheeks.
“Another thing. Don’t look me in the eye. Ever. At all times, your eyes are to be downcast, looking towards the floor. Unless it’s a task that requires you to look elsewhere, my feet are the only part of my body you should ever see. You’ll learn to love them, I’m sure of it.” She giggled, knowing she had delivered a particularly devastating blow to me. I often talked to her about how I didn’t have a foot fetish and didn’t enjoy looking at feet. It seemed that she was determined I was going to develop a foot fetish, no matter what I wanted, so I stared intently at her feet. I suppose, in a way, they were beautiful. Just like the rest of her.
I felt her hand run across my chest again, giving each breast another grab, then the hand worked its way lower, so it was between my legs. She began to work two fingers back and forth against my clit, then inserted two fingers inside of me, working them in and out. This resulted in loud moans, and me starting to convulse. In my convulsion, my eyes left her perfect feet, which resulted in the pleasure stopping and another slap coming across my face. “I said keep your eyes down, girl!” I whimpered and promptly returned my gaze to her feet. “I hope you enjoyed that little taste of my attentions, it might be the last time you feel that particular pleasure for a while. But, that’s another conversation for later.” She giggled again and stood up, taking a moment to wrap my leash around the frame at the head of the bed and clasping it back on itself.
“Now, girl, you know what is waiting on you in the future and you know how I expect you to conduct yourself day-to-day. I’ll leave you here for a minute to get acquainted with your new living space, and come back later to finish your initial training.” She stood up and walked past me. “Go on, crawl into your bed, get comfortable.” I began to crawl into bed and she gave my ass a hard slap, making me whimper, then she turned and walked towards the door. “I’ll be back soon, girl.”
With that, I was left laying on a hard, uncomfortable and rickety bed with only a scratchy uncomfortable blanket for company. I was leashed to the awful bed that was apparently mine. I was gagged and completely nude. In short, I was miserable and vulnerable. I began to cry softly, terrified of what was to come when Mistress Scarlett came back.
