Chapter 4
Saturday morning was the first day in a long time that she really wished she had a car. Even though she generally avoided wearing jogging pants in public, there was little choice – no other pants fit over her heavy, sagging diaper.
She took a quick breakfast and left the house to catch the bus at six forty-five. Her long winter coat, chosen after going through her entire wardrobe, barely hid the large bulge at her rear and crotch. Fortunately, none of the few people she met paid her any mind.
This early, the bus was empty, save for a couple of tired young women in nurses’ uniforms in the second and third rows, both of them staring at their phones. Very aware of the stench wafting from her, Charlotte clutched her purse and strode briskly to the end of the bus, her diaper squelching with every step. She picked a seat in the rear and gingerly sat down.
Thank God for that stupid mask. At least they don’t have my face on CCTV.
The streets outside were deserted, and it took fifteen minutes until the bus picked up more passengers. A few walked up to the rear, but quickly turned around when they noticed the strong smell. Staring at the back of the seat in front of her, she hoped nobody would report her to the driver.
“Hey, what’s that stench?” a lanky old woman asked, loud enough for the whole bus to hear her.
Charlotte looked up, her face beet red. “I–I don’t know.”
The woman sniffed. “That’s you, ain’t it? My God, that’s disgusting. Did you shit yourself?”
“P-please, leave me alone, ma’am.”
“Medical condition? I hope you’re not one of those Internet perverts.” She scoffed, fiddling with her mask. “Adults acting like goddamn toddlers. I swear, the world we live in–”
“It’s a medical condition,” Charlotte whispered quickly. “I’m sorry.”
The woman squinted her eyes. “Okay. Get well soon then.”
After forty-seven nerve-racking minutes, she fled the bus, avoiding the stares of the other passengers as she got off. She arrived at the address twenty minutes early.
Victoria’s place was an elegant four-story Art Deco townhouse. The facade, a blend of smooth stucco and rich ornate detailing, conveyed an air of sophistication Charlotte hadn’t expected in a brothel. Large, elongated windows framed each floor, while the balconies were adorned by intricate, decorative railings. At the very top, a penthouse with a small terrace crowned the building.
It occurred to her that while she had packed the gag, she hadn’t brought a change of clothes.
With a trembling hand, she tried the front door. It was open.
Inside, marble floors, polished wood, and chrome dominated the spacious lobby, reminding her of an upscale hotel. Next to a reception desk stood a large, steel-barred cage.
“You’re early,” she heard Nisa’s voice from behind. “Couldn’t wait, huh.”
Charlotte turned around. “Couldn’t risk being late. You know how Ms. Victoria gets. I’m already getting the strap; there’s no point in making it worse.”
“Yeah.” Nisa wrinkled her nose. “Oh my, you stink to high heaven.”
“I’m sorry. She told me to stay like this.”
“Okay, stop! This is as far as you go. I can’t have you spread that stench everywhere.” Nisa reached out a hand. “Gimme me your clothes. You can wait in the display cage.”
“Undress? Here?”
“There’s nobody around,” Nisa said, grinning. “And you don’t have to undress completely. Obviously, the diaper stays on.”
“And when do you think Ms. Victoria will be here?” Charlotte asked, unzipping her coat. “She said eight o’clock.”
Nisa shrugged. “I’ve never seen her downstairs before ten. She likes to sleep in.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me! I’m supposed to wait naked in this fucking cage for more than two hours?”
“Yep. If you get bored, you can always masturbate.”
“M-masturbate? I have a full diaper!”
“I bet that didn’t stop you last night.” Nisa laughed. “Don’t look so shocked. Everybody does it; it’s a rite of passage.”
Charlotte swallowed hard. Inside the bulky diaper, her waste had spread in all directions. Reaching inside to rub herself had been disgusting at first, but she had still brought herself to several orgasms on the bathroom floor. After three days in a chastity belt, she had to make up for lost time.
“You did it, too?” Charlotte asked, pulling her sweatshirt over her head.
“Yep. I went through roughly the same before the pandemic. In person, of course, and I was trained with real cock.” Nisa pulled a key from her pocket and unlocked the cage. “I know it’s tough. Victoria breaks you down to your essence, and moulds you into something new. Trust me, you’ll be better for it.”
Charlotte sighed. “She sure knows how to get into your head. And under your skin.”
“That’s what shrinks do.”
“What do you mean?”
“She’s a psychologist,” Nisa said. “But she lost her license because she was fucking a patient. There was a huge scandal twenty years ago, apparently. Then she reinvented herself and started out in this business.”
Nisa collected Charlotte’s clothes, purse, and phone, and locked her into the cage, leaving her to her own devices. After standing for half an hour, she finally gave in and sat down, her diaper insulating her from the cold marble floor. Masturbation was tempting but, outside her home, very much out of the question.
Other than a thorough thrashing and probably another dose of humiliation, she had no idea what Victoria had in store. With a sigh, she peed and added another sizable load of feces to the cold mush from last night.
When the grandfather clock in the corner struck ten, she got up, holding her sagging diaper with one hand, but it took another half hour until Victoria’s heels clicked on the expensive floor. Nisa followed her a couple of steps behind.
Victoria looked smaller in person, but despite the silk dressing gown, she looked no less intimidating.
“Forgot your manners again?” she asked. “That’s another dozen on the snatch. It seems there’s only one way you learn.”
Fuck! I’m so goddamn stupid!
Charlotte took a step back, then dropped to her knees to take her position. With her hands behind her head, she stared at Nisa and Victoria’s feet.
“The whole lobby reeks,” Victoria said, coughing dramatically. “Get this pathetic piece of trash into the wet room and clean her up." She turned on her heels. “And for Christ’s sake, open a goddamn window. I’ll be back after breakfast.”