Author's note: This series is about a diaper fetish, including wetting, messing, humiliation, mommy domination, and other related kinks. Please don't read if these themes do not appeal to you.
This is part of the 'Sapphire Lane' universe.
Chapter 2
Anastasia found herself sat alone on the bench which served as the naughty step, looking forlornly at her reflection in the mirror which her godmother, or mommy as she was forced to call her, had left in front of her.
The girl had never been in bondage before, and feebly wiggled in the chains which held her arms pulled above her head via fluffy handcuffs, and her legs spread apart by the matching set of ankle cuffs. She wasn't quite sure why she needed to be bound, as after all, she hadn't much choice but to obey the woman's commands due to the blackmail hanging over her head, so would have probably begrudgingly remained sat on the bench regardless... however she guessed it was just another perverse thing the woman got enjoyment from alongside diapers and spankings.
The diaper was something she was humiliatingly finding herself thankful for, as it did at least provide some padded cushioning between her sore spanked butt and the hard wooden bench, though of course that was reaching for silver linings... as otherwise wearing them was mortifying. However what would be even more humiliating was if she actually wet them, and the girl noticed that she did indeed have a growing urge to pee, unsurprisingly as she had drank a coffee and a bottle of apple juice since arriving in the house.
Anastasia shuddered at the thought of peeing in the diaper, and also was determined not to give the woman the satisfaction of coming back to find she had wet herself. So she tried to ignore the feeling of needing to pee, and instead, having nothing else to do, looked at herself in the mirror. She speculated whether it would have been preferable to have been made to wear the white adult diaper beneath her normal clothes, or to be dressed in the light blue bodysuit with a pattern of cartoon daisies, big pink bow, fuzzy pink thigh high socks, and soft bondage mittens without the diaper beneath.
She doubted her denim shorts would have hidden the shape of the diaper, knowing the crinkly thing would have stuck out above the waistband of the shorts, and certainly made her butt look weirdly padded. However the onesie and accessories were extremely girlish and immature, and definitely not something she could ever wear in public... however this debate was just academic as of course in reality she didn't have a choice between the two, but was forced to wear both together.
Her thoughts moved to how being bound felt, as though she knew she'd have been forced to stay on the bench chains or no chains, the cuffs did give her a unusual feeling of helplessness which she had never experienced before... Without them she could have left the bench and felt the consequences of her godmother punishing her for disobedience, but the bondage removed even that option.
Instead this sense of helplessness felt weirdly relaxing, with the girl finding it removed any sense of agency she had along with the pressure of being able to decide her actions, and she blushed in shame when she realised a small part of her liked it...
The teen had no clock to measure the passing of time, so the minutes dragged on with her unaware at how long she had been sat waiting for her godmother to return. One thing that did demonstrate the passing of time however was her need to pee slowly increasing, and she felt like she was in the cinema, watching a gripping movie she couldn't bear to leave her seat to go to the loo so was forced to hold her bladder, however rather than a film, it was just the empty corridor and the mirror reflection of herself in her embarrassing outfit.
Her sulky expression made her look even more silly, and she tried to change it however her annoyance just made her look even more petulant, and she blushed knowing that her godmother would probably enjoy seeing her look like that on the naughty step in her diaper and chains.
Anastasia's desperation to pee was starting to become uncomfortable however she resisted the urge, determined to remain dry until Isla returned so she could be allowed to go use the real toilet. She let out a sigh of relief when the woman did reappear.
"Aww, you look a little restless... did you miss me?" Isla grinned.
"Yes mommy." Anastasia said reluctantly, wanting to appease her godmother as she felt if she behaved too moodily that there was the chance the woman would decide she needed a bit longer on the naughty step. Besides, it was partly true, in the sense she had been eager to see her godmother again if it meant she'd be freed from the chains so she could relieve herself in the toilet rather than her diaper.
"Are you wet?" The woman asked and the teen shook her head, but rather than taking her word for it, Isla unclipped the crotch of her onesie, and felt the front of her diaper which was still crisply white rather than tinged yellow.
"Looks like you are still dry, good girl! Though I hope that doesn't mean I left you dehydrated?"
"No mommy, I'm okay..." Anastasia said, not wanting another drink until at least after she used the toilet.
"Well, let's get you off the naughty bench... though remember sweetie, if you misbehave you'll be finding yourself back here, after a spanking of course."
Anastasia nodded. She did wonder what the distinction was between misbehaviour that earnt her embarrassing punishments, and disobedience that would cause the woman to inform her mom of the stolen jewellery. She guessed that most things would be simply punished, with the woman only resorting to following through with the threat if she completely refused to continue going on with this perverse game... after all, her godmother was probably almost as reluctant to expose Anastasia's theft as the girl was, as it would mean the end of the control she had over the blackmailed teen.
Isla uncuffed the girl's wrists and ankles, and helped her off the bench. She took her by one of her mittened hands, and led her to the kitchen.
"What are we doing now?" The teen asked, nervously as she had no clue what the woman could have in store next.
"I'll make us some dinner, while you can just hang out in the kitchen with me..."
"Can I go to the bathroom first?"
"Bathroom? Oh!" Isla laughed, and licked her fingers which she used to wipe the girl's forehead, scrubbing off the lipstick she had left smeared there from the kiss earlier. Though she was glad to have the embarrassing mark removed, this hadn't been what the teen meant.
"Thanks... but I meant to use the toilet." Anastasia said, blushing at having her forehead cleaned by her godmother's licked fingers.
"Aww, you're so silly." The woman smiled, and tapped the girl on her padded crotch. "That's what this is for..."
"But..." Anastasia protested, her eyes widening. For some reason she thought she'd still be allowed to go to the toilet, with it only being when she was left bound and unattended that she'd risk wetting her diapers if she needed to go.
