Quite a treatment he’s getting here…
Too exhausted to fight any more, the poor girl could only lie helplessly as her gentle but persistent caregiver eased a locking pacifier into her mouth and fastened it behind her head. She smiled down on her as she worked, watching the sedatives start to rob her victim of strength as her movements began to slow and she began the long slide down into unconsciousness. She would be out for the count before her diaper had even been fasened.
“You’re wetting yourself, aren’t you? I’m not surprised. New York City will expose anyone’s weakness, and a strong diuretic tablet in your coffee definitely makes you weak! Good thing for you that I put you in that diaper before we left.”
“I’m sorry Derek – but yes, this is going to happen. I know you have a big game tonight, in fact that’s exactly why I’m here! My boyfriend is on that other team – and he asked if I could help them find a way to win. He just loves my creative mind!”
“Now just give it up and cum hard for me, those panties will make sure none of your team-mates have a clue what’s being done to you…..your testosterone levels will crash quickly and you just won’t be quite the dominant player you usually are – right baby?” (Grin)
“Poor little Markie has to go real bad, huh? I’m not letting you in the bathroom. I’m forcing you to wet your yourself! Soon, I’ll have you completely diaper-dependent… All of your strength and security will come from the feeling of a cute little diaper between your legs. I’ll have you so helpless that you won’t even know you have to pee; but suddenly your diaper will expand with a warming sensation and you’ll look down to learn you’re drenching your diaper and can’t stop. This is the future for you. So get used to it”