bby-kimmy: “You’re dry. Again,” her displeasure was obvious. I squirme
bby-kimmy: “You’re dry. Again,” her displeasure was obvious. I squirmed under her gaze. It was true, I had cheated - but most of the time she didn’t care! "I didn’t change you and there are no diapers missing from your package. So.“ “But I’m SUPPOSED to use the potty,” I protested. "I’m big!“ Suddenly the eternity collar I had begged for didn’t seem like such a good idea any more. She grabbed the steel ring around my neck and forced me to my knees. “You’re NOT big,” she snapped, twisting the collar so I had to bow my head. "You’re little. Say it.“ “I’m little… ” “You’re wearing the belt today,” she promised, dragging me by the collar to the closet where we kept the toys. I had worn a lot of collars over the years, but this was the first time I’d ever worn one of solid steel. There was no give, there was no loving squeeze of leather. There was only relentless, unyielding pressure as she tugged me along. “No!” I cried, trying to pull away helplessly. "No, not the belt!“ “You earned this,” she responded coldly, grabbing the pile of black leather and dragging me toward the bed. "I don’t buy you diapers for you to waste. I buy you diapers for you to use. You KNOW the potty is off limits to you. You KNOW that you are just a little girl. And little girls who disobey are punished.“ “Please,” I whimpered as she wrapped the leather around my waist, as the thick material pulled tight between my legs, over the onesie. "Please, I’m sorry!“ “Oh you’re not,” she smirked as she snapped the red padlock closed between my legs. "You’re getting off light. You’re going to wear the belt today, and when I get home you’re going to have a nice, wet diaper for me. I COULD be giving you an enema before putting you in the belt and leaving.“ My eyes widened with horror at the thought. She was leaving for the day - I would be trapped in the belt, in the diaper until she returned. But she was right, it could be worse. “Say, ‘Thank you Mommy’,” she said condescendingly as she patted my mortified cheek. “Thank you Mommy,” I squeaked, the omnipresent embrace of the leather chastity belt at the forefront of my mind. It was going to be a long day. -- source link