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Renee's Date (Commission)
🕑 Added 2020-06-28 18:00:00 +0000 UTCThis one should stand alone without much need context. Enjoy!
Renee looked herself up and down in the mirror, heart beating faster than it had any right to be.
She was dressed to the nines for her date. Long hair in a braid that came down to the small of her back, a black choker around her neck, red lace and garters with black leather covering her midriff and butt.
Her dom clothes had been worked out to a T. She was smoking hot, and ready to make lesser men tremble beneath her riding crop.
Gaze settling around her waist, she frowned. Black, plasticy material hung over her hips, held in place with white tapes, all supporting the thick layer of black, absorbent padding that was placed between her legs.
“It’s fine, Renee,” she told herself, looking back in the mirror. “You’ve put these on people dozens of times. You didn’t do it wrong.”
Still, she felt a hint of trepidation. Her date had requested that she come in diapers, and she’d said yes. In the week since then, she’d been double-guessing her own decision. She’d even ordered black diapers to match her ensemble to put her mind at ease, but she didn’t know if that was going to be enough.
“He won’t think you look ridiculous. It was his idea.”
Putting it out of her mind, she looked in her bag, making sure she had everything she needed. Handcuffs, of course - both fuzzy and regular. A collapsible spreader bar. A wooden spanking paddle, and her riding crop. Pacifiers, with and without gag straps. Another black diaper, for herself, and two fluffy, white ones for her date.
What am I forgetting?
Anxiously, she looked at her rack of supplies. He didn’t want whips, or chains, and she’d told him to be wearing a plug when she showed up, so she wouldn’t need to bring her own.
Eyes drifting to near the bottom of the rack, she blinked. “Oh, of course.” The locking mittens she’d bought, specifically for Little clients, were still in their packaging. Slicing open the plastic with a long fingernail, she withdrew the mittens, ensured that they could be unlocked with a handcuff key, and put them in her bag.
Facing the mirror, she turned sideways to show off her profile. The diaper made the curves of her hips and ass more pronounced, more noticeable. Under the right circumstances, with clothes over the padding, she’d be able to pass it off as the thickest of butts. Without anything to hide it, it just looked like a diaper.
Putting a hand on it, she straightened her back a bit, making the padding crinkle. “Sure, this is alright,” she said, feeling the plasticy backing that ran between her legs.
“Hell, it’s downright sexy.” Raising her hands over her head, she shook her hips in a little dance. It was silly, and she smirked, laughing at her own display.
Still, she could make this work. It wasn’t the black lace she was used to, but that would only change how she presented herself, it wouldn’t make it worse. A bit more sway to the hips to hide her waddle, and if she made her date use his diapers first, he’d never notice if she started to smell.
Renee could imagine pushing her date to the floor, all cuffed and gagged, straddling him as she made him whimper with threats and small acts of kindness-
“Yeah, this is going to work.”
But what am I forgetting?
Looking around the room one last time, she tried to imagine what it was that was making her feel so uncertain.
“Oh. Duh.” She’d forgotten to pack baby powder. Taking the bottle off the floor where she’d set it, Renee checked herself once more in the mirror, took her long coat off the hook so that she could go out in public without attracting stares, and walked out the door.
She’d figure it out eventually. The handcuff keys hanging from a peg by the mirror weren’t going anywhere.
