Bowel incontinent?! You mean shit unintentionally? No...I shook my head. "Good, I don't have to worry about smelly poo then." Thankfully, he finally removed the stuff gag but before I could say anything, he dampened my mouth and placed a sandwich inside. With the continuous feeding, I was in a way still 'gagged'. Finally, he gave me some water then asked if I needed a change.

"Yes," I replied, really wanting to get out of this chair. My bonds were cut off, but that was brief respite as my hands were bound in front of me and I was marched back up to my room. "Ok," he cut the tape off and pointed to the pack of diapers.

"Uh," I began.

"What? Change, oh, very well," he thankfully realised I needed privacy. "Wait," he plastered a piece of tape around my mouth. "You don't need your mouth to change. Hurry up."

Just as he left, I quickly yanked off my sweatpants and saw the indicator mark on the diaper was almost gone. I wiped down quickly and lying back down on my bed, I taped on a new one. Just as I pulled up my pants, my eyesight focused on my curtains. My windows were facing part of the street. Maybe I could get part of it open and signal to someone below! I silently moved to the curtain, parted it and pulled the handle of the window. "Creak..." SHIT!

Before I knew it, my masked captor burst into the room, levelling his weapon at me. "WHAT THE HELL! GET AWAY FROM THAT WINDOW NOW!" He bellowed.

I stepped back but he moved over and threw me down on the bed. "You little devil, you think you can escape huh!" He slapped me on my cheek, OW! "You think you can escape huh!" Ow, ow! He slapped me again. "Plmmm, Plmmm, Please!" I cried back, the tape partly peeling off. "Please! Stop! I just want to be left alone and enjoy diapers! Please...." he hand gagged me.

"What? I thought you have to wear diapers, not enjoy them?"

"I'm a diaper lover," I confessed. "Not one without bladder con...." He slapped me again.

"Bitch! You lied to me!"

"I didn't....mmmmph!" A cloth was jammed into my mouth again, part of it sticking out. Tape sealed it in and before I could cry again, he pulled me up.

"Strip," he ordered, pointing his weapon at me.

"Whmmm?!" I couldn't believe my ears.

"Strip, you diaper girl. Or I'll do it for you." My skin glowing red from the slapping and the threat, I slowly did so, finally revealing my dark blue bra and well diapers. "Face down!" Just as I did so, I felt something cold and metallic surround my wrists--I was handcuffed. "Mmmph!" I cried.

"Shut the hell up," he growled and then I was lifted in a fireman's carry and brought back down, this time to the living room. The gag was peeled or rather yanked off but before I could protest, he parted my mouth and jammed spherical inside. Straps cut against the side of my mouth and they were tightened and locked behind my head. "Mmmm..." I groaned softer. What was this.

"I said shut up!" He shouted into my ear. I just couln't stop groaning through this new gag as my ankles were once again bound with rope, then my legs bent and more rope attached my cuffed wrists and ankles, effectively hogtying me.