“Sweetheart, those naughty words aren’t very nice or productive…”
“I was afraid you’d say that,” she sighed before picking up the paci-gag, looming every closer to you.
You scampered backward on the floor, ultimately unable to outrun her due to the locking mittens and “crawl-encouraging” spiked booties she had fastened onto you.
“N-no, wait; I’m sawrry!” You pleaded as she forced the rubber nipple between your teeth.
“I’m afraid it’s too late for that, sweetums!” She clasped the gag around your head.
“mmMmm!” You attempted to complain.
“Oh don’t give me that!” She giggled, “I know why your fiancée —mommy now, I mean— sent you to my nursery.”
She sauntered over to the changing table, grabbing a babyish adult diaper that, to your dismay, looked like it was just your size.
“It’s because you were a brat, weren’t you? Yes, yes hims was! I also know that your fiancée only agreed to marry you if you spent a few weeks learning obedience here in my special nursery. And really, who can blame her? Especially after you gambled away the money you were supposed to hire an engagement photographer with…”
She unfurled the diaper as she stepped towards you. You backed up against the wall of the nursery, finding nowhere else to run. Worse still, what she said was true: how were you supposed to know the dealer had 21?
“But you won’t have to worry your silly little head about anything mature like your personal finances ever again.” She laughed as she approached, “Soon, you’ll even have to ask your mommy to buy you something as innocuous as a lollipop!”
“And that’s not all you’ll rely on mommy for!” she grabbed you by the wrist and led you to the changing table, “After I’m through with you, you’ll need Mommy to change you out of your soiled diapiee into a fresh one, just so you can helplessly wet it all over again like the silly little thing you are!”
“Oh, and don’t you worry about the engagement photographer either,” she pulled out her phone with a predatory smile as you nakedly squirmed atop the changing table, “we have plenty of time to take… engagement photos for your mommy!”
“Ahww, and it looks like my new little one is a little excited about all this, huh?” She giggled, “That’s cute; it’ll only make it that much more humiliating for you when your mommy shares your engagement pictures with her friends.”
You cheeks burned crimson hot as she wrapped the diaper snuggly around your genitals, sealing your fate.
“I’ll give you some time to adjust to your new accommodations,” she unlocked the door to the nursery, “After all, you and I have loads of time to have all sorts of fun together before your mommy picks you up!”
The door closed behind her and locked shut. Worse, you already had to potty…
As Always, All Characters Depicted are 18+
Image credit goes to @mommyandres
