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Even Mother's Require Supervision Pt.14
🕑 Added 2021-08-30 08:56:53 +0000 UTC"Olivia, if you weren't in a dirty diaper, I'd spank your little rear end silly right here in front of everyone!" The dominatrix replied in a no nonsense tone as she stared eye to eye with Olivia who was practically standing in the highchair with a full diaper hovering over the seat of the infantile chair. "However, I think I just thought of a way to put you in your proper place."
Olivia didn't like the sound of that and she didn't like the smile the woman wore. The deranged dominatrix was slowly closing in on her and she had nowhere to run! She was trapped in the highchair with her palms pressed down on the tray propping herself up. If she let go of the tray, she would end up sitting in her poopy pamper!
The blonde scowled as she felt the older woman place her hands onto her shoulders and push downward. Olivia gritted her teeth and fought against the domineering woman's strength as best as she could, but the dominatrix was simply too strong and started to overpower her. With an ear piercing squeal, Olivia landed in the seat of the highchair, forcing the mess in her diaper to produce a sickening squelch. The force of the impact made her poop spread everywhere within the confines of her oversized pamper!
Olivia suddenly broke down and started to sob like a baby as the mess caked her bottom. She had never been treated so badly before in her life! She always got whatever she wanted and now she was sitting in an adult sized highchair in a dirty diaper while some crazy bitch lorded over her.
"If you ask nicely, mommy will change you." The sickly sweet tone had returned to the woman's voice.
Olivia inhaled deeply and tried to stop crying. She didn't want to give into this deranged woman, but the smell coming from her diaper was absolutely horrible and she would do anything to get out of it.
"Please, change me." The blonde demanded as politely as she could.
“Olivia, if you do not address me properly I’ll let you stew in that highchair until you get a diaper rash. Now, who I am?"
"M-mommy." Olivia huffed again, hot tears trickled down her crimson cheeks once more as she gave up.
"Good, girl." The older woman smiled down at Olivia. "Now tell mommy what you want."
"I need mommy to change my dirty diaper." Olivia begrudgingly admitted to the woman, not wanting to look her in the eyes.
"That's mommy's good girl." The woman cooed and kissed the diapered blonde on her forehead. "But babies don't order their mommy around, do they?"
Olivia looked up at the masochistic woman through tear stained eyes knowing what she wanted to hear, but unsure if she should say it. "No?"
"That's a smart baby!" The woman who called herself mommy cooed. "Now finish your bottle and I'll change your dirty diaper when you're done."
Olivia glared at the dominatrix dressed like a suburban mother. The face she saw staring back at her told her that she meant business. With very few options available to her, Olivia picked up the baby bottle from the highchair's tray and started sucking on it. Even though her tears had stopped cascading down her cheeks, a quiet rage was building within her, threatening to overwhelm the young woman and jeopardize everything! With the bottle held in her mouth with both of her hands, she stared up at the woman who was to blame her for this mess and wished that the bitch would just change her out of this nasty diaper and give her back her panties already.
Sitting in the highchair in a dirty diaper was not how she was supposed to be spending her day; it should've been spent smoking weed with her boyfriend! The young blonde wanted nothing more than to forget where she was and what she was doing, but the feeling of her own mess coating her backside and thighs fueled her hidden anger and kept her focused on the here and now. She was currently sucking on a baby bottle, dressed in a onesie and diaper like a big baby who was strapped into an oversized highchair! She couldn't even imagine what her friends would say if those pictures of her ever got out. It was the threat of social suicide that compelled her to submit to the older woman and obey her every word.
Not wanting to entertain the idea that her infantilezed image would be seen by anyone outside of this demented dwelling, Olivia decided to use her time productively and dream of all the ways her mother would pay once she became her babysitter. She would spank her silly and take pictures of her, much like the crazy bitch standing in front of her was doing to her and use said pictures to keep her mother in line and milk her for every penny she had. It ultimately didn't matter how she achieved her goals; her mother had to pay for getting her involved in this insanity!
"You're almost done, sweetie." That condescending voice broke Olvia away from her thoughts of revenge and anchored her back in the present.
The blonde looked down at the bottle and noted that she couldn't even see the baby formula anymore which could only mean that she was about to finish. Roughly a moment later, the nipple began making loud noises as air rushed into her mouth from the now empty bottle. She sat the bottle down onto the highchair's tray and noticed just how bloated she felt from the milk even though she had already packed her pampers.
"When I pick you up I'm going to need you to push up on the footrest." The dominatrix explained to Olivia while grabbing her from underneath her arms.
Olivia did as she was told and she was quickly lifted out of the oversized highchair and into the older woman's arms. She felt a firm hand cradling her full diaper, making her visibly cringe as she was bounced slightly when the older woman readjusted her. Olivia felt a sudden panic rise up in her mind as she feared that she would be dropped, but that didn't happen. Her upper body ended up leaning over the strict woman's shoulder and, when she expected the woman to carry her out of the kitchen, nothing happened.
The bratty eighteen year old was about to voice her disapproval when she felt a hand start gently patting her on the back. 'What the fuck is this bitch doing?'
Her internal query was soon answered when the pressure that had caused her to feel bloated rapidly rose throughout her esophagus only to erupt from her mouth in the form of a loud burp.
"I bet you feel so much better after getting those burpies out."
Olivia wanted to shout at the woman who had just burped her, but the commotion coming from the other side of the kitchen's island made her turn her head. She not only could hear the giggling coming from her mother and the two redheads who looked more like sisters than mother and daughter, but could now confirm that they were laughing at her. However, before she could start screaming at the audience of diapered assholes, the dominatrix spoke up.
"If you three think it's so funny to get burped by mommy then maybe mommy should give you all extra large bottles for lunch?"
Pamela and Allison instantly grew quiet, knowing exactly what the woman was implying. Mackenzie took the hint from the other two women and ceased laughing, not wanting to end up drinking a giant bottle in front of everyone.
"That's better." The strict suburban dominatrix smiled. "I'm going to change little Olivia here and probably give her stinky butt a bath. If you two big babies need anything then ask Mackenzie and she'll come get me."
Both mothers nodded, not wanting to upset their pseudo mommy.
Olivia watched over the three women, satisfied that they had been silenced by the older woman until it dawned on her that the masochist wanted to bathe her. As she rested her head against "mommy's" shoulder, she couldn't stop herself from dreading what the bath would bring, but at least she was about to get changed out of this disgusting diaper. Each step only served to remind her of the once warm mush in the seat of her plastic backed underwear that had grown cold as she was being carried towards the door of the nursery.
To Be Continued…
Comments
Hank
Any plans to continue this story?
Something tells me that she's far to stubborn to learn anything from this situation.
Guilend
She should learn that messy diapers are the best, duh lol
I think we can all agree that Olivia needed to be put in her place. Sadly, I doubt this lesson will stick with her, but we must wait and see.
Great update, enjoyed Miss Olivia learning some respect lol Thank you Daymare Excellent
