Angie's mind was awash with confusion. All these conflicting emotions were dancing around inside her. At one extreme she felt ashamed and humiliated that she was allowing herself to be demeaned in such a manner, but offsetting this was the warmth and contentment that flooded her whole body. Yes, she was allowing herself to be degraded by parading herself in front of a room full of people dressed only in a diaper, a tee shirt and a bib. She was, after all, an adult and a married woman, not a baby. And now, to add further insult to her predicament, her landlady has whispered in her ear that it would make her happy if she wet her diaper.
Angie knew Minnie's request probably had nothing to do with a desire to see a wet diaper, but was purely a way of demonstrating the total dominance she was able to exercise over her. It would be an act of pure submission from Angie. It would be a clear indication Minnie had control over her and Angie would submit to almost anything.
Still kneeling on the floor and with her head on her landlady's lap, Angie closed her eyes to try and block out the contrasting emotions swirling around in her head. She just wanted to focus on the warmth and contentment she felt at that moment. She liked being with Minnie, and she liked being under her control. That much she clearly knew.
Almost unconsciously she found herself relaxing her urethra and felt the wet warmth of the first few drops of urine escape from her bladder and dampen the diaper. However it felt so unnatural to be urinating anywhere other than the total privacy of a toilet that her muscles clamped up and the flow stopped after the first small squirt.
As if sensing Angie's inner turmoil, Minnie stroked her fingers through her tenant's hair and down the back of her neck. Angie felt herself drifting back into her relaxed state, and as she did her urine began to trickle out again. Before she knew it the trickle turned to a flow. She really didn't intend to fully wet her diaper. She only intended to make a small wet spot to make her landlady pleased, but her bladder was so full that once the urine began to flow out of her she just couldn't seem to stop it. As she glanced down she was mortified to see a big yellowish wet spot clearly visible on the diaper, and as she watched the wet spot continued to expand.
Angie couldn't help but groan in dismay at her predicament. She glanced around at the door to see if it was going to be possible to surreptitiously sneak out before her embarrassing situation could be spotted. At that moment she felt she would die with shame if anyone were to notice what she had done. She was a grown woman, yet she had just wet her diaper in a room full partying people.
Minnie couldn't help but notice her young tenant's distress, and as she glanced down she smiled in surprise and disbelief. She could not believe the submissive young American would actually go so far as to urinate in her diaper. She felt Angie trying to get to her feet but kept her hand firmly on her shoulder so she could not get up. Angie apprehensively glanced up at her landlady.
"Please Mummy, I desperately need to go to the bathroom," she pleaded.
Minnie smiled. "I think it might be a little late for that, my darling."
"But I have to get changed," she continued to plead.
"But I think you look just lovely. Let's see if the others agree."
Before Minnie's comments even had time to register, Angie found herself being dragged to her feet and being led by the hand to the centre of the room where most of the guests were standing, drinks in hand and engaged in chatter. As Minnie and a very reluctant Angie joined them the conversations continued. Angie desperately tried to put her free hand in front of her damp diaper, but Minnie noisily smacked her hand and berated her for her naughty behaviour. The commotion attracted the curious attention of a number of the party goers.
"Oh, my heavens!" It was Jane who first noticed the wet diaper. "Has my little angel peed in her diaper?"
Angie blushed brighter than she ever had before. She felt so ashamed, and could only glance down at the carpet. She was suddenly aware of a room full of eyes focused on her, and she just knew what they would be staring at.
"Well, Miss Tiny Tits?" Jane continued to seek an answer to the obvious. "Have you peed your diaper?"
"Yes, Aunty Jane," Angie mumbled, mortified at having to admit to it in front of a room full of people.
"I think you need to walk around the room and show everyone your big wet spot, honey," Minnie commented as she let go of her hand and gave her a gentle nudge forward. "And be sure to hold your tee shirt up so everyone can get a good view."
Angie glanced tearfully back at Minnie. "Please Mummy, I don't want to."
"You are right. Why should you have to hold up your tee shirt. Just take your bib and tee shirt totally off. That way everyone can have good look at your delectable boobies while you show them your wet diaper."
Angie was even more horrified. "No, Mummy, that's not what I meant," Angie pleaded, "I don't want to....."
Minnie curtly interrupted. "Do you want to make Mummy angry?"
"No," Angie pouted.
