Lady Lucia

The Babysitter, Part 65

The next hour was not as peaceful as it should have been.

Objectively, sure. The kitchen was quiet, and the ritual of working on homework–even homework that wasn’t mine–was more familiar than most of what I had gone through this weekend. However, I really couldn’t focus. I was wearing diapers, rather than pull-ups; the padding between my thighs was thicker than before, and I kept flashing back to the mortifying experience of being changed by Noelle.

Then there was ...

Annabelle & Bridget, Part Fourteen

I wasn’t a virgin, though I had also never touched myself in front of anyone else. Others might be into doing that mutually, but I typically had my hands on my partner and vice versa.

For the moment, I wasn’t actually doing anything. Just tentatively brushing my fingertips over my most private area and trying not to think about how crazy it was to be collared and nearly naked like this.

“That’s a good girl,” Bridget said. Now that I was finally doing what she and...

The Weekend Visit, Part 47

Did I really have to do this?

I definitely didn’t want to wear the wet padding for longer than I already had. Not only was it gross and uncomfortable, but the rash I had down there was only going to get worse if I kept walking around in used diapers instead of getting changed right away. That, and I had learned again and again that it was better to go along with whatever Kate told me to do; this time, she was even warning me what was going to happen if I continued pushing back....

Westridge Academy, Part Three

Amelia was barely awake.

Like a lot of other Westridge girls, she set her alarm for 7 AM. It gave her a reasonable amount of time to shower, put on her uniform, and grab a quick bite in the dining hall before her first class of the day. Amelia had gotten as far as turning off her alarm and tossing off her covers when Ashley knocked.

“Ugh . . . ” Amelia groaned to herself. She had never really been a morning person. While she always got up right when her ...

A Halloween Dare

“I dare you to go Trick or Treating!”

This was why Olivia hated Truth or Dare. As one of the more reserved girls amongst her peers, the best she could do was ‘survive’ such a game until the others got bored of it. She still reluctantly participated, opting for Truth more often than not, though that usually ended up being embarrassing in its own right due to how she had practically no sexual experience beyond making out with a couple boys.

Halloween was on a Thursday...

The Babysitter, Part 64

After an embarrassing generous pour of the baby powder, Noelle finally pulled the diaper around me and made sure it was nice and tight before taping it up.

She wasn’t done there, however. Taking out a second diaper, continuing the trend of doubling the padding like she had done with all the pull-ups I had worn so far, she made short work of repeating the process. “There.” She stood up and washed her hands, while explaining the new progression she had in mind for me. “With...

Annabelle & Bridget, Part Thirteen

Bridget pursed her lips in a smile that was both smug and sultry. It was a far cry from how she looked at me when we were classmates, though I wouldn’t necessarily say it was better. I was already overwhelmed by my sexual confusion in general, including my attraction to Annabelle despite how she treated me. There was no room for me to start considering any developing interest towards Bridget that might be developing. If there was any attraction there, it was purely phys...

The Weekend Visit, Part 46

Everyone in the kitchen must have known my answer before I said a single word.

My cheeks were probably as pink as my dress as Kate blatantly asked about the state of my diapers in front of everyone. Fidgeting slightly, not sure whether to look at my sister or my aunt, I awkwardly muttered, “Umm . . . I, like- I didn’t, umm-”

“Use your words, little sis,” Kate giggled. She was entertained by something I was too embarrassed to notice at the moment–After a day and ...

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The Conference, Part Thirteen

I was in no position to complain.

While Larissa couldn’t leave me tied up indefinitely, I could see her delaying my freedom if I said anything that wasn’t to her liking. At least I had the silver lining of checking her out one last time as she pulled her panties up and retrieved her bra from the edge of the bed. If she had untied me, I’d probably be averting my gaze and putting on my own clothes. She obviously knew that she had a good body, and I didn’t need...

The Babysitter, Part 63

This was the point of no return. It was the definition of that phrase.

The whole ‘Miley’ experience was particularly frustrating because I was normally a rather honest girl. At the moment, I was in the impossible situation of not being able to tell the truth or come up with a good lie of how this happened. So I froze, wishing for some miracle that almost certainly wouldn’t end up playing out. Miley’s parents calling Noelle in the next five seco...

Annabelle & Bridget, Part Twelve

Annabelle patted the spot next to her on the sofa. Normally, that kind of gesture would be a flirty invitation. Of course, there was nothing normal about the dynamic between me and the Annabelle/Bridget duo; even when she wasn’t giving me a direct order, there was an underlying demand to the nonchalant ‘suggestion’ about what she expected to happen next.

Fingering a girl? It was such a daunting concept. Putting aside my sexual confusion, the only experience I had with somet...

The Weekend Visit, Part 45

Like the previous morning, I woke up to the sun in my face and in diapers that were no longer dry.

Quietly groaning to myself in frustration, as wetting the bed two nights in a row meant that I had even less of a case against Kate’s insistence that I needed to keep wearing diapers, I sat up slightly before remembering that I was only wearing the padded underwear.

Clutching the covers to my chest, I glanced around the room. My sister was nowhere to be seen,...

Westridge Academy, Part Two

Aside from Westridge being a new school, and the fact that Amelia was too old to be attending a boarding school, it was surprisingly easy for her to settle into the daily schedule once Monday hit. Since she was barely an adult at this point, most of her life had revolved around classes and studying. Sure, she had a social life and did a handful of extracurriculars over the years, but a lot of her time and energy had always been dedicated to her grades. So, while it was still awkward an...

Annabelle & Bridget, Part Eleven

“W-what?” I stammered.

I’m not sure what I expected, but it definitely wasn’t that.

“An orgasm,” Annabelle repeated, “Come on, Mere. You’re way too old to be scared of words like that. And as a lesbian, you should know that it’s selfish to just take.”

“Mm hmm,” Bridget hummed. Her lips were still intimately close to my ear as she massaged my shoulders, “You’re supposed to reciprocate. That’s what good girls do. Did Annabelle get you off?�...

The Babysitter, Part 62

Lie down? But, why?

The convenience of pull-ups, not that I considered wearing them a convenience when I was perfectly capable of making it to the bathroom on time when girls like Paige and Ruby weren’t interfering, was that they could be put on and removed like regular underwear. It required more care on the way down after an accident, as I had experienced a couple times, but I couldn’t see how Noelle’s directive would lead to anything more efficient.

Either way, I ...

The Conference, Part Twelve

“That’s what I thought.” Her lips were still pursed in that smug smile, as she gazed down at my bound self. Then, in the same frustrating tease as before, she guided my tip to her entrance and adjusted herself until I was just barely penetrating her. “Be a good boy,” she said, “Hold still. If you move an inch, all you’re going to get tonight is a hand job.”

Honestly, even that wouldn’t be the worst after how long I had been edged, though obviously I wanted the r...

The Weekend Visit, Part 44

After such a long and humiliating day, there was no arguing with Kate. If I hadn’t been able to keep her from walking me downstairs with my diapers blatantly on display, I probably wasn’t going to be able to talk her out of the sleeping pill in her hand. As usual, her ‘logic’ was simple and straightforward, to the point where I would come across as whiny if I pushed back without a good reason.

The more I was tangled up in this ‘little sister’ thing, par...

Annabelle & Bridget, Part Ten

My eyes widened at the time limit suddenly thrust upon me.

If it were water, I could probably knock back a glass this size in a matter of seconds. Wine was a whole different story. However, I didn’t have any time to think about it, and I definitely didn’t want Bridget abusing my nipples in such a way. I started drinking as quickly as I could, wincing slightly at the bitterness and trying to ignore the feeling of Bridget’s hands on my chest.

“Nine . . . Eight . . . ...

The Babysitter, Part 61

Paige affirmed that she didn’t mind helping out. I was her little sister, after all. Plus her friends were over all the time, and they were fine hanging out without her for a bit. As usual, she was making herself sound more mature and responsible than she actually was. The Paige I knew would never offer to help in such a way; she would bitch about it and play the ‘my friends are over’ card to offset the chore(s) to me. I knew, because that had already played out so ...

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Westridge Academy, Part One (The Teaching Assistant, Arc Two)

Author's Note: Upon skimming the first arc for a couple details relevant to this one, I realized that Amelia was initially supposed to audit classes on a Monday, yet most of the arc ended up happening on a Friday/Saturday combo. I'll be editing Arc One soon; in the meantime, I'll be committing to the Friday/Saturday concept, in terms of consistency.Monday morning.

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Monday morning.

The alarm on Amelia’s digital clock was ...

The Conference, Part Eleven

I was normally better at coming up with witty retorts. Of course, it was easier to do so in a professional environment, while Larissa and I were wearing clothes. And when I wasn’t a simple thrust away from penetrating a girl. All I had wanted since she left the room was to be untied, yet I was quickly losing my resolve in terms of that demand now that she was toying with me. Her teasing was infuriatingly effective.

“Well, what?” I muttered. Not wanting to be rendered speech...

The Babysitter, Part 60

Telling Noelle right away made perfect sense in theory.

Stalling wouldn’t get me anywhere and, even if I could somehow keep this from Noelle long enough to come up with a plan, Paige or one of her friends could easily throw me under the bus before I could execute it. I also wanted to shower as soon as humanly possible. The only way out of this literal mess was to take full responsibility, as Noelle would never believe the truth in regards to Paige’s role in the recent ‘acc...

Annabelle & Bridget, Part Nine

I paused outside Annabelle’s suite.

The last time I had walked in on her and Bridget, they had been making out on the sofa. At least I was prepared for such things now, and could brace myself to some degree. My near nudity still made me feel incredibly nervous and self conscious as well. I had become acclimated to being exposed around Annabelle, but Bridget was a completely different story.

Every second I waited was another second where I’d potentially lose my nerve. So...

The Weekend Visit, Part 43

I so badly wanted to say anything but what Kate was prompting me to in front of our aunt. A reminder of how this was only supposed to be an ‘experiment’ or whatever she had called it the previous day. An insistence that I didn’t actually need diapers, despite how it appeared. How I was actually Kate’s older sister, which everyone had seemed to have forgotten.

But I said none of that. Aunt Miranda knew that I was in college, based on the somewhat judgmental c...

The Conference, Part Ten

Was she serious?

I had already been tied up for so long. Absurd as her teasing was, it was tough to avoid checking out her cleavage while she was leaning towards me in such a way. Especially since I was on my back, meaning I was always looking past her chest in order to meet her eyes. Like before, I couldn’t deny that her body was amazing. However, that didn’t mean I wanted her to continue having the upper hand. If we were going to fuck, I needed some agency to get back at her for s...

The Babysitter, Part 59

The whole room went quiet and still for a few seconds.

Paige’s friends and the real Miley clearly needed to process what Paige had just said so casually. Meanwhile, I was speechless because I hadn’t expected her to tell everyone. Weren’t the full pull-ups humiliating enough??

My first instinct was to deny it, except I was a terrible liar and the look on my face probably already informed everyone that Paige wasn’t making some kind of joke.

Annika was the one wh...

Annabelle & Bridget, Part Eight

Trixie was on the other side of the room, dusting the baby grand piano that could have probably gone another month without being cleaned in such a way. At least, that’s the way my low/middle class mind operated. My family cleaned every X weeks depending on the chore, or sometimes just when it looked like it needed to be done. Meanwhile, the Alodia family had enough disposable income to have someone like Trixie around to ensure everything was spotless all the time.

The maid unif...

The Teaching Assistant, Part 60

The discussion didn’t last much longer. Not that it was really a discussion to begin with.

It all felt so surreal.

Being perceived as a student by everyone around her, having her stay at the boarding school extended, and all because a high school senior decided that’s how things were going to be.

Amelia was still secretly holding onto the hope that she could access a phone or a computer, though even that ‘plan’ was starting to feel dubious after everything s...