The Pain Doll (M/F)

[johopp]

It's finally here – your first apartment of your own! You've been nagging your parents for so long. Even though they took good care of you, you've always wanted to be independent! And now you've finally found this tiny apartment in the suburbs – your own castle! The only downside is that your parents can't help you move due to short-term work commitments. How are you supposed to manage it all?

As your new neighbor, it hasn't escaped my notice that a beautiful creature with long, brown hair has appeared in my immediate neighborhood. I immediately offer to help you unpack and set up – problem solved. You gratefully accept the offer. But with all the moving boxes, you don't even notice that I've secretly added another box during your bathroom break.

I'll help you unpack and set up. Gratefully, you promise me a large, homemade apple pie, which you'll bring to me in the next few days. I thank you – the apple pie goes very well with another kind of reward, which you don't know about yet.

When most of the boxes have been unpacked and put away, we decide to call it a day. I offer you another cup of tea – of course, without mentioning that it contains not only peppermint but also a sleeping aid...

You wake up with a terrible headache. Immediately, you try to put your hands to your head – then you notice that they are tied together with ropes, parallel to each other, behind the back of the chair. Your arms are tied just below the elbows so that your forearms are touching. A third rope ties your bare feet together, which have been pulled under the seat of the chair. The other end of the rope around your bare feet ties your thumbs together – forcing you to keep your bare feet, with your pink-painted toenails, as close to the seat of the chair as possible at all times, if you don't want to dislocate your thumb joints.

You want to cry out for help – but a large, disgustingly rubber-tasting ball fills your entire mouth. Luckily, your nose is clear, so you don't suffocate.

When I enter the room, you have no idea what hurts more – your cheekbones, your shoulders, or your thumbs. You moan into your gag.

But I don't pay any attention to you. Instead, I mount a camera in front of your chair and turn it on, as you can tell by the green light. Immediately, you try to wriggle in your bonds again, but due to the restraints, this is impossible without painfully stretching either your thumbs or your ankles. Finally, you decide—for your own good—to sit as quietly as possible in your chair and wait.

The tea is now taking effect—with a bright red face, you're losing the battle with your bladder. Of course, the camera also recorded this incredibly embarrassing moment—but to your great surprise, you're not sitting in a puddle of urine! Carefully, to avoid any pull on the ropes, your eyes move downward. Instead of pants, you're wearing a thick white diaper. Not even uncomfortable—but still humiliating! You're not a baby anymore!

A loud noise abruptly tears you from your thoughts. After the initial shock, you follow the sound with your eyes—and flinch in shock. There appears to be a speaker attached to the camera, and first sardonic laughter emerges, followed by a computerized voice that bears a striking resemblance to my own: "What bad luck! The moisture sensors in contestants diaper clearly show that she lost control of her bladder before the time limit! The baby deserves punishment! Vote, dear followers – the results will be announced after a short commercial break!"

The voice fades away, and a familiar commercial jingle for a cystitis medication plays from the speaker.

[Mjsmith005]

So....um. yeah, sorry. I didn't like any of that. Nothing from my request was in that. That wasn't for me at all.
Could you take my username off it please.

Hi, @Mjsmith005, @Xtc here,
Not only is this a graceless post but I would remind you that your original request was removed following compalaints about suitability.

[johopp]

Done. Sorry.