Diaper Research
Chapter 5
Jennifer traced the outline of the deep blue bruise on her tummy while
she waited for Samantha to come back from the washroom. The morning's
developments had turned Sam on and Jennifer knew better than to refuse
her Mistress when she was in such a mood.
She like Sam's bed. The black satin sheets smelled of her perfume and it
made her feel very sexy. Sam wasn't always willing to bring her here for
their lovemaking, she like having a few `accessories' handy and insisted
that Jennifer keep them in her room. But there had been no spankings or
whipping this time, just wonderful fulfilment.
Sam came back nude. She had a fine body that many a man had hungered for
but few had penetrated. Sam was bisexual but always dominant and a lot
of her males hadn't liked the flavour at all. One look at the expression
on Sam's face told her that she wasn't going to be spared the next
little ritual, the one she hated the most and therefore Sam insisted on
the most.
Her mistress casually picked up the little pile of chains attached to
the oval metal plate as if it were a discarded pair of panties. "Does
the bruise hurt much?" she asked tenderly, deliberately ignoring what
she held in her hand.
Jennifer hated the tactic. She liked to draw things out, to make the
whole issue that much more distasteful. "Uh, yeah." She stared at the
coiled chastity belt in Sam's hand. "I guess it won't earn me a reprieve
from the iron maiden though, will it?"
Sam smiled with amusement, "No, sweetie, it won't." She walked to the
side of the bed and traced a long red fingernail over Jennifer's shaven
pubis. "Quite frankly I don't know why you keep asking about it. I've
never let you go without it yet." She let her finger get busier,
burrowing between the soft lips. It excited her to think of Jennifer
being turned on whenever she locked her up.
The nurse moaned and parted her legs a little. Maybe she could coax
another session that would cool Sam's love for the damn thing. "You know
I would be good. I wouldn't go off and sneak orgasms somewhere without
you." She was deliberately being patronizing but she figured she had
little to lose.
Sam waited until she had elicited another moan from her charge before
she replied. "I trust you but wearing it keeps you frustrated and makes
you come up with the most wonderful ideas for our two little toys
upstairs. I think you should assume the position now."
Jennifer wished Sam would come up with another phrase for asking her to
go to the wall and lean against it spread-eagle, waiting for her
Mistress to apply the chastity belt. The words grated on her and she was
about to say something and then thought the better of it. Sam could
always make it a little tighter, just for the hell of it. So without a
word she went to the wall and waited for the first touch of the cold,
hard metal between her legs and the unforgiving chains that would bind
it to her body until Sam decided otherwise.
Sam had designed the belt herself and expertly snugged it up before
locking it. It featured an oval metal plate that covered the entire
vulva and prevented anything from getting access to the tender little
nerve endings that would bring pleasure. A small slit down the center
allowed urine to drain and the rear chains parted before the anus and
therefore didn't interfere with its function. The belt could be left in
place for quite some time and she loved reading the letters from her
customers who competed with each other to report the longest continual
confinement in a chastity belt. There were some pretty unhappy women out
there, thanks to Sam.
"There you are, nice and tight. Are we comfy?" She loved to tease
Jennifer about the belt and doubted she would ever allow the girl to be
without it. It was just too much fun to keep her locked up and Sam knew
she would never have a lover who was too tired or too spent to see to
her needs.
Jennifer didn't answer. Careful not to look too sullen she went back to
the bed and started to dress by putting on her garter belt.
The two women went to Sam's office and turned on the monitor. David was
still wandering the nursery although he often stopped and stared at
Susan for a while. Sam turned to the nurse, "Will Susan need another
session of this?"
"No. I set the maximum to a size where she'll never be able to control
herself again; not without surgery."
Sam smiled. It served the little bitch right for refusing her more
ambitious desires. "What about David?"
"He's euphoric because of the drugs and the post-hypnotic suggestion
tape. His trigger for soiling himself is `sale'. I'd love to take him to
a shopping mall and see what happens."
"Out of the question. We've too much to do here. But we'll have some fun
just before we release him. What do you want to do to them tomorrow?"
They planned out the next few days of testing for their captives. If the
bound and diapered couple in the room above them could of guessed their
fates, not even drugs could have buoyed their spirits.