[Readers will benefit from reading the earlier chapters to understand the characters but especially should read the immediately preceding Chapters 07 and 08 in which the current part of the story starts. Warning: Those offended by bodily functions should read no further.]
Marian was lying face up in the bathtub staring at Deb's attractive pudendum. She had swallowed the pretty domme's hot pee and then licked her dry. The 50-year-old somewhat plain Marian had never seen herself in such a classically submissive position, but all this had followed from her coming to her daughter Karen's doorstep after her husband had abandoned her.
That was when Marian learned to her dismay that Karen had grown into a dominant if still little woman. But she made it clear right away to her mother that Marian's stay at Karen's magnificent living space was premised on the once-abusive mother's becoming totally submissive to her daughter.
Karen now lived with her great friend and lover Emily. Emily was both an accomplished businesswoman and an heiress. Karen too had achieved some modest success in her work as a corporate analyst. And at their home, Emily had entrusted her lover Karen with authority over Emily's older sisters, Linda and Leslie, both in their 30s, one still shaken by a bad marriage and the other never having yet found herself.
Both sisters were now submissive not only to their younger sister but to Karen, and it was Karen who controlled their daily doings. She made it clear that while she enjoyed cooking, they were entirely responsible for cleaning the townhouse and for keeping track of all housekeeping, beginning with making the beds and cleaning up after Karen and Emily.
Marian had joined the two as a third submissive. She did not accommodate herself well to the changed circumstances of her life, so Karen took advantage of meeting a new friend, Deb, a lithe blonde domme who lived with her own sub, Marge. Deb agreed to host Marian for a weekend to train her. Karen felt a shiver when she thought of Deb's doing this, because she realized immediately that Deb had more severe instincts than either she or Emily did.
Meanwhile, Marian stared up at Deb's crotch, hoping that she would not have to receive Deb's bowel movement, as she had been made to do on her first evening at their home. Instead, Deb rose gracefully and with her little finger, summoned her larger but warmer roommate and sub, Marge.
Marge stepped into the tub and let down her trousers and panties before squatting over Marian. Marian had had to remove Marge's tampon the previous day and then replace it, after licking Marge's period flow from her vulval area. Now Marge's hairy split loomed again over Marian's face and she heard Deb instruct her again to take Marge's soaked tampon out with her teeth.
Knowing she had no choice but to comply, Marian endured the rich metallic smell of Marge's menses as she grasped the white string between her front teeth and tugged on the tampon, which slid right out and plopped, reeking with menstrual fluid, on Marian's face.
"Now clean her off with your tongue," Deb ordered briskly, expecting Marian to be well schooled in this humiliating task.
Marian overcame the overpowering smell of Marge's bleeding vagina and licked the large woman's hairy hole, then reached for the Tampax box to take out a new tampon to insert.
But Deb stopped her.
"No, she's misbehaved, too," Deb said petulantly. "So she will have to get along with a small pantiliner today. Marge knows that when she's naughty, especially during her period, I will not hesitate to make her 'difficult days' even more demanding."
She handed Marge the small liner, which likely would be soaked within an hour, and watched as the larger woman shamefacedly pulled up her full white cotton briefs and slipped the liner in the crotch to try to stem her heavy flow.
Marian thought for a moment how cruel Deb was to her own lover. Then she realized that Marge got off on being treated this way. Marge either was a glutton for humiliation—that was what Marian figured—or else she was smart enough to get Deb really annoyed. The lithe blonde clearly was capable of being an extremely severe and punitive mistress if the occasion in any way presented itself to her.
Marge stepped out of the tub, pulling her slacks back up. As she did, Deb told Marian to lift her bottom and Deb slipped a large diaper under her and proceeded to tape the ends together. Marian now was wearing a diaper for the first time since she was a toddler.
"This is part of your training, Marian dear," Deb drawled mildly. "You will need to ask Marge or me to change you but I warn you not to ask us before you've been wearing it for a good while because I expect that you will use the diaper for what it is meant for."
Marian now understood that she would be doing her business—pee and poop both—in the shameful adult-sized diaper. The diaper was nice and snug, as Marian resembled her daughter in her slight build.
Marian was now allowed to get up and out of the bathtub and to put her bra, blouse, and skirt back on.
"So long as you're around the house," Deb explained, "you needn't wear plastic panties. But if you have to go out when diapered, you will wear them."
Marian cringed, as she thought of how the plastic panties would crinkle and make noise, letting anyone near her know that at her ripe age, she had been put into diapers.
Deb then went into her study to complete some work for her job, and Marge invited Marian to join her and watch some television.
"Don't let this upset you," Marge said. "She does this to me—the pantiliner instead of a tampon or pad—whenever she thinks I've gotten too big for my britches, and you can see that I wear pretty large-sized britches." Marge grinned and Marian relaxed, if only for a moment.
"Marge," Marian said, in what sounded like an almost girlish voice, "I just know now that I won't be able to hold it in for long because I needed to go when she took me in there and made me take her pee and lick her dry and serve you."
"What do you have to do?" Marge asked.
