Captured and wearing a diaper
"I..." I started, knowing it was embarrassing to be be found wearing diapers. But being discovered by an intruder holding me at gun point was something that erases your embarrassment and just stuns you.
"Speak up? Why are you wearing them and not..." he pointed at my panties on the ground. "Those?"
"I? You incontinent?"
Incontinent? Oh yes, the medical term for one with no bladder control. "Uh...."
What did I just say? A big lie. No, I'm not without bladder control. I just don't want to be held hostage by you. Maybe that lie will cause to leave?
"Please..." I finally blurted out. "Take..."
"I'm not here to take anything. I just need a place to stay. By the end of Sunday, I'll go. But right now, I need to stay. Hands down," he motioned me. That's some comfort I thought.
"What your name?" Why should I tell you? I thought. Just leave and let me stay in peace with my diapers. I told him. "Nice name. But you don't look Nordic." Why thank you.
"Ok Freyja, here's the deal. I'm not going to harm you if you do what I say. Got it?" Well, hey maybe, but you're still pointing the gun at me. I finally nodded. What else could I do?
"Ok, first, it's early but I want you to sleep. Go put on your night wear." I immediately got up then hesitated. He wants me to take off my clothes...
"Ok," he read my mind. Open one closet door. Change behind there but no tricks or you be sorry." One part of me told me to race to the bathroom lock it but judging the distance, I doubt I could dash that fast and he'll probably storm in. Still shivering, I got out my PJs and changed, folding away my bra--I didn't want him to see it.
"Your diaper still ok? No need a change?" Technically no and no, I didn't want to change it with him here. I shookmy head. Still lying about the diaper.
"Open you mouth," was the next command and one I didn't expect.
"Do as I say," then I saw the strip of cloth in his hand. "No, please you don't need to gag me no...mmmmp," he tied the cloth across my mouth and secured it, cutting into my lips.
"Hands in front," he said pulling them in front of me and before I could protest further, he wrapped silver duct tape around me. I was made to lie flat on my bed and the final touch was rope that bound my ankles and further attached to one leg of my bed.
"Good night Freyja," he announced, switching off the room lights and taking a seat on my sofa. Yeah, and I am going to sleep tight alright, though really, the bonds weren't that tight. In other circumstances, I would have tried to break loose, but his gun was still gripped and pointing in my direction. Great way to start my weekend alone, I thought. I never liked sleeping back down flat so I turned, only to have him interject, "if you want to turn, turn to the other side."
"Mmm," I did so, not expecting that. Gee, is he going to stay up watching how I sleep? Then minutes past slowly and I still didn't see the gun drop from his hand. Just then, I felt my bladder signal. Great, I need to pee but I'm bound and gagged with a stranger in my room. I can't...I have a diaper. Damnit, you tried to pee earlier but only now you want to. Great going Freyja, I told myself and tried to sqeeze my legs. The diaper just felt thicker. I can't hold it ....I finally peed, the urine striking the diaper and warming up my crotch.