“Alright,” Rosie said. Samantha’s tone gave no room for argument, and the anticipation of what could come, along with her clear control was exciting, she was sat nervously, a pit forming in her stomach. What did Samantha have planned? Samantha left and closed the door.
After a moment she haired footsteps in the hallway. Wait, she thought, how many are there? Suddenly her nervousness turned to pure anxiety, even fear. How many people where there? She didn’t know there was more then one, she hadn’t agreed to that. She opened her mouth to argue, but was interrupted as the door burst open, and Samantha stood in followed by two other girls, each holding articles of clothing.
Rosie didn’t have time to fully process what was happening before they had grabbed her. “Hey… what are…. no!” She said as her shirt was forcibly removed. She had agreed to be submissive, but this sudden invasion of her privacy was still shocking. She struggled, but was held tight, and felt her arms being pulled into a pair of sleeves. She barely had a chance to comprehend what was happening before she realized she was being tied into a strait jacket. Her arms were pulled behind her and secured.
“Hey, I said.. MPHH…!” she was silenced as something was shoved into her mouth. She gagged at the bitter taste, and realized it was a bar of soap. Samantha was moving it back and forth as the other girls strapped her arms behind her back. Her mouth filled with creamy white foam as she shoved the bar into her mouth again and again.
“There, that will wash out any more naughty words,” Samantha said. She then took the bar out. Rosie gasped, and the foam dribbled down her face. She tried to speak, but found her mouth was filled again. This time it was a pacifier that was tied into place behind her head. It filled her mouth completely to her throat, forcing her to swallow the rest of the soap, and turning her protests into incomprehensible mumbles. “What was that?” Samantha said. “Something you don’t like? Well just tell me, and I’ll be sure to stop,” she laughed, and Rosie glared.
Now that she was tied and silenced, the Samantha’s two friends lifted Rosie’s feet into the air, forcing her to her back on the couch. Rosie tried to kick and pull herself away. “MPHHH!” she shouted at a sudden, sharp pain on her backside. She looked to see Samantha standing over her with a long black paddle. She wondered what she had gotten herself into. Playing sub had seemed so exciting in theory. Even now, part of her was eager to keep going. But this much pain and control was so foreign and coming on so quickly. She was overwhelmed with emotions, and struggled not even knowing if she wanted to leave or stay.
She was spanked again. “Now now, that’s enough of that,” Samantha said. It was pointless anyway, Rosie found the two girl’s grasp was unbreakable, and Samantha simply moved on.
The next thing Samantha grabbed was the one thing Rosie had expected from the start, but now stared at nervously. It was what she wanted for months, but by far the most embarrassing part yet.
Seeing the frightened, humiliated but excited look in Rosie’s eyes, Samantha smiled. “Yes, I’m sure this is what my baby wants, isn’t it? She’s just been lying to us, to everyone, with her naughty big girl clothes, posing as an adult, posing as a professional, pretending to be mature… we all know it is a lie, don’t we?” Rosie stared, and Samantha smiled and lifted the object into the air. It was a large, thick diaper. It was white but with a pink, flowery panel on the front, with letters proclaiming the wearer “Princess,” and a design that let everyone know that the wearer wasn’t a real adult, but simply an overgrown, adult baby. It didn’t look like an adult diaper, but a baby’s Pampers made in a larger size. More then that, it was a sign that her last shred of adulthood was gone, that even the most basic levels of control and maturity were forcibly stripped from her. It meant she couldn’t even be trusted to use the toilet, and if that was true, what could she be trusted with?