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We mostly avoided each other after we returned home from the picnic. Both
Jo and I weren't raised to be brave. We were both cowards. But Alicia
kept showing me that it was okay to be brave, and I swore that I'd find a
way to repay her. She still didn't reply to my texts. I couldn't figure
out what she really felt about me, or if there was any future for us.
Sometimes, like at the picnic, it seemed that there was something there.
But every time I got my hopes up, she'd push me away. I wanted her to
feel something for me.
It took Jo three days to rebound. I'd just returned from my run and was
sitting in my room drenched in sweat. Ever since Alicia had showed me the
kind of work she put into staying trim and fit, I'd worked at being just
as dedicated. I ran, did physical exercise, and yoga. I'd even signed up
for ballet lessons. Her diet had done the trick - I was slimmer and felt
better than I ever had in my life. Jo, for all her faults, was serious
about my training for the big competitions. I was getting better and
better.
Jo appeared in my bedroom with a package and tossed it on my bed. "For
you, Princess."
"What is it?" I said.
"There's one way to find out. I think you'll be pleased."
Which meant I wouldn't be. I opened the box. "This is a baby girl's
dress," I said, holding up the garment. It was pink and had lots of lace
and was embroidered with flowers on the sleeves and collar. Across the
chest was embroidered Princess Wetsy. There was also a cloth diaper cover
that said I LUV MY DIAPERS centered inside a large heart.
"Really?" I said.
"Well, you did wet yourself at the picnic. How embarrassing. It brought
back old memories. You used to have a bed wetting problem when you were
six and Dad put you in diapers and a dress to break you of that nasty
habit. It must have worked because in only a half year you stopped.
Personally, I think you dragged it out for months just because you liked
being diapered." She was really enjoying herself. "I ordered a box of
diapers, adult sized with princesses and unicorns on them. They'll be
here tomorrow. I think we need to retrain you again."
I knew I was bushing. It had been a terrible period in my life. Dad used
to take me shopping diapered and dressed, and made a point of showing me
off to everyone he knew. "And if I decide not to wear these things?"
"You don't want another taste of the cane, do you?"
I put my hands on my hips and looked her right in the eye. "You're never
going to beat me again, Jo. That's finished once and for all. Try it and
you'll be the one who can't sit down for a week. I'll put up with your
other BS, but the physical abuse stops."
I kept staring at her. She tried to match my glare, but eventually turned
her head away. Like I said, she's a coward.
She took the only path open to her. "I want you to put on the dress. I
have a plain white diaper for now. I need to see if your new wardrobe
fits. I want that to be the way you're dressed when Julie gets home."
Julie. She'd be here in less than a week. I nodded. "Like I said, all the
rest of this is acceptable. It's meaningless"
That earned me a frown. She had me strip and lay down on the bed while
she diapered me. She used a copious amount of talcum powder. "We don't
want Princess to get a rash, do we?" she cooed as she rubbed the powder
all over my pubic area. She spared nothing. She was having fun.
When she was done, she had me walk around. The bulky diapers made me
waddle slightly, and she was quick to point out my changed gait. "Just
like when you were six." She produced a bottle filled with a brown
liquid. "Tea," she said. "It's a good diuretic. Remember when I used to
feed you?"
I did. It was the real reason I had to be in diapers for a half year.
She'd sneak in my room every night after I'd gone to bed and feed me from
a bottle. My parents never caught on. I always woke up sodden and in need
of a change.
"Since this is a trial run, you can change out of your new clothes after
you've wet yourself. I want to see if you still remember how to flood a
daiper."
I had to lay in her lap and she fed me the tea. She produced a second
bottle and repeated the feeding. "That should make Princess Wetsy live up
to her name." It would. As soon as I could, I'd empty my bladder so I
could get back to normal.
She had me come downstairs. "I want to show you something," she said, and
led me to her laptop.
"Is this more about your website?" I asked.
"No, but I'm glad you're interested. We have several hundred subscribers
already and your bra video has racked up over fifty thousand hits on
YouTube. I'm pleased. But this is about your girlfriend. I've been
looking her up on the internet. Guess what? She has zero internet
presence. No media footprint at all."
"Maybe she just likes her privacy," I said.
"Or she has something to hide. I like a challenge. I'm going to keep
digging until I get the dirt on her, then I'm going to rub her face in
it. We'll see who kicks who then. I've got friends who are good at
finding things out about people. I've asked them to lend a hand. Her days
are numbered."
"Was there something you wanted to show me?" I said. She talked too much.
I'd have to keep an eye on her investigation, though. It wouldn't be
hard. She couldn't help but show off.
"Right." She used her computer to go to a social media platform. "You
recognize her?"
"That's Becca," I said.
"It is indeed. She likes to post things. Here's some photos from a trip
she took to Jamaica. Somebody was with her. The face is blurred out, but
I know who it is. The bathing suit gives it away. Who could mistake those
curves and those boobs? It's Alicia."
I looked over her shoulder. She might be right.
"They're pretty lovey-dovey. Always hugging. Here's a shot of them
kissing. I think your girlfriend is two timing you."
"She's not my girlfriend," I said. I couldn't keep the tremor out of my
voice. Seeing Alicia and Becca like that was a shock. She'd never
mentioned anything like that. Was this the reason she was pushing me
away. "I don't think it's her," I said.
Jo was shining like a string of Christmas tree lights. "Looks like little
sister has some competition. Are you going to cry?"
"No." I said. I felt like it, but I wasn't going to. Not in front of Jo.
That seemed to disappoint her. She pointed at the couch. "Take a seat
while I do some work. I've copied the kissing picture and I'll order you
a print so you can hang it in your room. Looks like Alicia bear is the
only faithful Alicia around. I heard your bed springs bouncing last
night. Was Alicia fun?"
It had been fun. I was staring to enjoy both sides of the sex I had with
her.
After I had been sitting for an hour, I got to the point where I was able
to pee. I let my bladder go and felt the warm liquid drain into the
diaper. I looked up to see Jo watching me.
"You just wet yourself, didn't you? She said,
I nodded.
"Stand up and come here."
When I was in front of her, she felt up under my short baby girl dress.
"That's a heavy wet diaper for sure," she said. "I knew you were doing
it. Babies get a look of concentration on their faces when they go to the
bathroom in their didi. You had the same look. Go back to the couch and
sit for thirty more minutes. I want you to remember what it's like to be
in a wet diaper. Then go upstairs and shower and change."
During the thirty minutes I peed once more. The tea was really going
through me quickly and there had been so much of it. The feel of the wet,
warm, newly peed diaper was reassuring and comforting in a strange way.
That night I got a text message from Grams. "I think Alicia is in
trouble. Carroll has called a meeting of the Chapter's disciplinary
committee. They're going to determine what to do about the kick Alicia
gave Jo. That's a pretty serous offense. The word is that Carroll is
pushing to ban Alicia from competitions for the next year. She'll get
what she wants. There are plenty of people who are afraid of her or owe
her favors. There's nothing I can do. This will really make a mess of
Alicia's life. I'm worried."
I sent back a reassuring reply. The next morning I confronted Jo. She
didn't deny anything. "She'll get what she deserves. I told you I'd get
my revenge, And this is just the beginning. I'm going to ruin her."
When is the meeting?" I said.
"Day after tomorrow. I get to testify about all the physical pain I've
been in. I can hardly chew." Her grin said it all. She had no trouble
chewing and had not shown a single sign of any pain beyond the bruise
that was mostly cleared up already.
I'd have to do something, but I didn't know what. I was distracted all
day and made a real hash of my training. I went to bed at 10:30, but I
couldn't sleep. Sometime in the middle of the long, slow hours of
darkness, I hear a sharp tap at my window. A few seconds later there was
a second tap. I got out of bed and pulled the curtains aside. I could see
someone lurking at the side of the house in the shadows. I opened the
window. "Who's down there?" I said.
Hope stepped out into the wan light cast by the streetlamp in front of
our house. "It's me. I really need to talk to you, Lacy. It's important."
I leaned out. "What are you doing here?" I said, trying to keep my voice
as low as possible. The silk top I was wearing shifted as my breasts
swung out over the empty drop to the ground below. My nipples hardened as
the chill air hit me.
"Come outside. Please," she said softly.
"Go home and go to sleep," I hissed, and started to shut the window.
"I'm going to commit suicide," she said and began sobbing.
I sighed. Hope was a complete mess. It was all her mistresses' fault. But
what could I do for her? I wasn't a trained psychologist, but this was a
cry for help. If I ignored her and she really did kill herself, I'd
always blame myself.
"Alright. I'll be down in a minute."
I grabbed a brush and combed my hair into some semblance of order. I
pulled a hoodie on over my silk camisole and pajama panties and scuffed
on a pair of tennis sneakers. I crept down the stairs as quietly as I
could and went out the back door.
Hope came to me immediately and grabbed me in a hug. She was still
weeping. "I came to say goodbye. You're the only one that I care about."
"And we care about you," I said. "Now what's all this drama? You're too
wonderful a person to be thinking like that."
"There's no reason to keep living," she said between sobs. "She's
threatened to move me into the bimbo class. That's worse than death."
It certainly didn't appeal to me. Everything had to be over-sized and
overdone. Huge boobs, giant lips, haystack hair, and eye makeup that
would shame a raccoon. Some really liked the exaggerated burlesque
themes, but Hope was too high-strung to handle the bright lights and
being pawed. Plus there was an awful lot of slutty sex involved, at least
that's what I'd heard.
"You could run away," I said. "You're halfway there already. What did you
do to get away from your mistress?"
"That bitch? I handcuffed her to her bed and stuck my largest battery
powered dildo up her behind. It'll buzz and wiggle until somebody finds
her. Let's see how she likes it."
That certainly meant she couldn't go back. Not now. "Family?"
"I have a sister. She doesn't know about...this." She gestured at
herself.
For a girl threatening suicide, she looked more like she was going out on
a date with someone she wanted to impress. High heels, short skirt, tight
top. She was dolled up and waiting for life to take her dancing. That
didn't feel suicidal to me. Just confused.
A hand had slipped down from my shoulder and was lightly massaging a
breast. I guided it down to her side. "What are you doing?" I said.
She stepped back. "A way to say I love you before I...go. I took the key
Misstress wore around her neck and unlocked my cage. When I die I'll he
hanging free and natural."
"But that sounds like a recipe for a better life, not a reason for
killing yourself," I said. "You're free of your mistress, you're free of
your cage. Life is looking up. I don't understand why you'd want to check
out now. I wish I was in your shoes."
"Really? What does all that matter if my orgasms are a farce and I can't
produce a drop of cum? I've lost the ability to have sex. I'm some kind
of a sexless freak." She began crying again.
It was the picnic, of course. After Alicia had made her exit, Hope had
been put up on stage. As a "reward" she was unlocked and allowed to
masturbate in front of everyone. Her penis was tiny and shriveled, an
appendage ravaged by disuse and months of caging. Hope had orgasmed after
a very short time, but there was not a drop of ejaculate, Pendleton had
made a big production about how Hope had been thoroughly tamed and could
no longer perform sexually. Hope had wept bitter tears.
Here's what I thought. Hope had been locked up for so long, her body had
shut down. Or, and this was more worrisome, her mistress had fed her some
pills that damped down her sexual drive. The good news was, one reason or
the other, time would fix it. That and a lot of practice.
I slipped my hand up under her skirt and began to stroke the front of her
panties. She didn't try to stop me, just looked at me with eyes as big as
dinner plates. I could feel her stiffening. "This all feels healthy to
me," I said.
"It'll just be another failure," she whispered. "I couldn't take that."
"Trust me," I told her. "All you have to do is keep trying. It'll all
come back."
"You don't understand. My mistress told me she'd fixed it so I'd never
cum again. She said I was chemically castrated. That's a real thing."
At least that told me it was drugs. The cure was just time if she'd let
herself have it.
"Listen, Hope. I read about this on the internet. They tried something
like that with me. You'll be fine. I bet I can make you cum right here.
If I can, will you promise me not to commit suicide?"
"You can't. You're wasting your time."
"Promise me, Hope." I reached down and unbuckled her skirt and pulled it
down to the ground. She stepped out of it. She had on pink lace panties
that were to die for. I'd have to search the internet lingerie shops
until I found a pair just like them.
I kissed her and she melted in my arms.
"I love you, Lacy," she said.
"And we don't want to lose you, Hope. Promise."
She sighed. "I appreciate that you're trying. I promise, but it's not
going to work."
Before she could change her mind I pushed her panties aside and began to
stroke her cock. "Close your eyes, Hope. Think about nothing else but the
feeling. Ride it. It'll take you where you need to go." If she could go
anymore. Now that I had her in my hands, I was worried. Her balls were
the size of marbles. Whatever she was taking had shrunken them. I rolled
one between my fingers and she moaned. She had stopped taking her
medicine just in time. I bet they'd have shrunk even farther, down to pea
size. Would they have vanished completely?
She bit her lip and closed her eyes. I continued to run my hand up and
down her shaft. I could feel it throbbing. It was a little strange to
tell you the truth. Here I was jerking off some guy dressed up like a
woman, and listening to him whisper he loved me. She began to breathe
heavier, and that escalated into a sort of high-pitched keening. I heard
a window slide open upstairs.
"For god's sake Lacy, I don't know who it is you're having oral sex with
down there, but please tell him to be keep it down. He'll have the
neighbors complaining." It was Jo. She said it loud enough that the
neighbors would have heard it if they were awake. Two houses down from us
the yappy dogs that lived there began to bark.
Shit!
Hope pulled my hoodie up and began to squeeze and massage my boobs. Given
the circumstances I wasn't going to tell her no so I let her play. I'd
have been angry if I didn't feel sympathy for her.
As far as the risk of getting caught, Hope didn't appear to have noticed
at all. She began to moan. "I can feel it," she said, in falsetto that
was far too loud for this time of night. "Here it comes!" She began to
buck her hips.
Naturally there wasn't a drop. I couldn't let her fail again. I didn't
have much choice, even if it meant doing something that I was absolutely
was opposed to. I fell to my knees and put my mouth around the head of
her shaft and began to bob up and down. She thrust her hips several more
times and then shuddered to a stop. I was looking up at her when she
finally opened her eyes. I pulled my mouth away and wiped my hand across
my lips.
"Did I cum?" she whispered
I smiled and stood up. "Did you ever! You painted my tongue, you bad
gurl. At least a tablespoonful. That's wonderful." She might believe
that. She was desperate to believe.
It made me feel good to see the way she smiled. "Thank god," she
murmured. "I knew I should come here to see you."
I let her shower me with kisses.
The downstairs lights went on in the house next door. "You have to go," I
told her. "The internet articles that talk about this kind of thing say
you will be very spotty in the beginning. You might go weeks before you
see any more. Don't run away from it. Keep trying and you'll be back to
normal. Give yourself four months before you make any rash decisions."
She pulled her skirt on. "Thank you," she said. "Thank you. I'll write."
As the cellar door opened the next house over she sprinted out of the
back yard, something I couldn't do wearing heels, that was for sure.
I bent over and scooted to the back door and slipped inside my house. Jo
was sitting at the kitchen table drinking a cup of tea.
She looked me up and down. "Wipe the grass off your knees," she said.
"Who was it? That chit Alicia?"
"No. It was Hope." I told her about the suicide and the running away.
"Did you know she doesn't even have a contract? It ran out six months
ago. It wasn't renewed. She just hung around because she's too weak to do
anything else. She lets herself be treated like that for nothing. I hope
you're not going to put me through drama like that."
"Not planning to," I said.
"And Hope didn't cum at all?"
"Not a drop, but she doesn't know that. Don't you be telling anyone. Let
her believe what she needs to believe for now."
"So you mouth is still a virgin?"
I blushed at that. "Yes."
"I've seen this movie before. The whore with the heart of gold. I'd be
impressed but for one thing."
I tilted my head, the question inherent in the gesture.
"Your panties. The front of them is drenched. You enjoyed that. Heaven
knows what you would have done if Hope had really ejaculated in your
mouth. You'd probably have had a full release yourself. What a slut
you've become."
It wasn't true. Well, maybe a little true but not in any meaningful way.
One good thing had come out of it for me, though. I knew what I was going
to do about Alicia's threatened competition ban.
I went back to bed confident in my plan. The next day I packed a suitcase
and left the house while Jo was off visiting her hacker friends. I took
an uber to Gram's place. She was shocked when she opened the door. She
smiled broadly, though. She knew how to make someone feel welcome, like
you were her best friend. And as far as I could tell, it was genuine.
Still, she eyed my bag uncertainly. She gestured for me to enter the
house.
"Trouble at home, dear?" she said.
"Just making things right. I'm going to ensure Alicia doesn't get banned
from competition. I need a place to stay for a few days." She frowned, so
I quickly added, "Not here. This is the first place they'll look. I know
you have friends. Maybe one of them could put me up?"
She nodded. "Of course. I can make a few calls and I'm sure we can
arrange something."
"Don't tell Alicia that I'm involved. I want this to be anonymous."
"I won't mention whatever 'this' is." She made a zipping motion at her
lips.
"I need to talk to Alicia," I told her. "It's important."
She shook her head. "That's probably not a good idea right now, darling.
She's moody and upset. She's all over the place. Seeing you will only
make things more difficult for her."
I put the suitcase down. "Is she in her room?"
Grams nodded.
I headed upstairs and knocked on her bedroom door.
A voice I knew well said "Yes?"
I opened the door and went in. She way lying on her bed, more beautiful
than I remembered. I felt a catch in my throat. She looked up and the
color drained from her face. She gasped, and sat up.
"What are you doing here?" She took a deep breath and composed herself.
"You just can't barge in here like that."
"I'm sorry," I said. "Listen, it's about Jo. She's trying to dig up dirt
on you. She has friends searching the internet for your past. She's
convinced you're hiding something."
She sighed. "I've taken steps to be invisible." A look of certainty crept
into her features. "I'll be okay."
I shook my head. "You're not. She's already found pictures of you on
Becca's social media account. Even though the faces are blurred, she
identified you immediately."
"How?" she said.
I rolled my eyes. "Alicia, with the way you look? You're beautiful.
People don't forget somebody like you."
She blushed.
"Jo has hacker friends," I continued. "The seamy underside of things is
where she's at home. If you've done anything wrong, you should assume
she's going to find out about it."
She began rubbing her hands on the top of her thighs. "Nothing wrong. I
was an informant for a while. The people I had fallen in with had a side
hustle in child porn. I made sure the feds had the information they
needed to put them away. Somebody tried to kill me but I dodged the
bullet, literally. Those kind of people don't stop."
"Jo will find out for sure," I said. "I think you should consider
running."
She hesitated less than a second. "Not yet," she said. She got up and
stood in front of the picture of her in a cheerleading outfit. "I need
the money. I used my winnings as a down payment on a secluded beach
place. I need a lot more to pay it off. I can only get that through the
higher levels of the competition circuit. I plan on winning. As soon as
that happens, I'll disappear." She folded her arms across her chest. "You
could have said this all by text. No reason for you to come in person."
"You're not reading my texts as far as I can tell." I paused. "The
pictures on Becca's site, you two seemed pretty friendly."
She looked away. "Not that it's any of your business. We're friends.
Lovers sometimes. I could see a future with her if things work out."
It was like being punched in the stomach. "Oh," I said in a tiny voice.
"I didn't know. A future in your little slice of paradise?"
"Yes," she said.
"I was hoping..I don't know." I couldn't force out any more words. I took
a moment to clear my head. Nothing could be done about my heart. "I
better go, then."
She nodded. She struggled to say something and failed.
"I'll see you around," I said. "You can at least answer my texts."
I headed downstairs. Grams handed me a piece of paper with an address and
name on it. "Go here, Lacy. This is one of the boys I helped a couple of
years ago. She's local and has a spare room you can use. She's discreet."
I thanked her, called for another ride, and took my suitcase outside to
wait. It was difficult to concentrate. It was like I was outside my body,
distanced, emotionally disconnected, watching myself go through the
motions. I really did love Alicia. Now it was all heartbreak and tortured
dreams.
A few moments later the ride pulled up. I was opening the door to car
when I heard Alicia shout my name. I turned. Her bedroom window was open
and she was leaning out. It looked like she'd been crying. "It's possible
to love more than one person, idiot," she said, then slammed the window
shut.
I stood frozen in place. Finally the driver asked me to get in the car. I
floated into the backseat and we drove away.
An hour later I was in the bedroom of the place Grams had arranged for
me. I took out my cell phone and dialed Carroll. When she picked up, I
told her the news. "I've left the house. I'm not coming back unless
Alicia is allowed to compete."
She threatened me of course, the way a lawyer would. I kept repeating I
don't care. Now that she was aware of the situation, I pushed the
discussion in a different direction. "This is the way I look at it. I
want to win states and nationals. I'm good enough to do it. I don't want
to win because my primary competition got pulled. I want to win by
beating her. That's what you really want, right? I know I can do it.
You've seen the improvements I've made. Increase my training. Send
specialists. I know you have the contacts to get the right people I need
to win. We can do this. I promise to devote myself to this 100%."
She pushed back, blustered, wouldn't commit. Kept bringing Julie into the
conversation, hinted at dire circumstances for her if I persisted. I
wasn't bluffing, but could she be sure of that? I didn't know what was
going to happen when I finally hung up.
Two days later I got a text from Grams. "Great news. The disciplinary
committee voted to fine Alicia $5000 but she is cleared to continue
competing. Thanks."
The End of Chapter Fifteen
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