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Diane's Next Damp Adventure Ch. 01

By: Auryman



In the four months since I last used Diane, I'd been buried with work and had thought about her only once or twice. With the constant pressure at work, I had little free time to think about sex. When I did, it was a quick phone call to the escort service, a couple of hundred dollars from the box in the bottom drawer, and a quick encounter with the flavor of the week.

Her connection in Madison emailed me once, about two weeks after we'd had our first session, but once I reassured him that she'd lived up to his expectations, he hadn't bothered to contact me again. That was fine with me. The last thing I needed was a distraction. Until now. 

Once I delivered my final version of the project I was working on to our customer, I would have at least two weeks free while they decided whether or not to go on with the next phase of the project.

I celebrated that first night with a pretty, early-30's brunette. We went out for dinner, listened to some jazz, then back to my place for an overnight. Just under $3000, but worth every penny. She was intelligent, curious, and sexy. She made omelets for us in the morning, brought them to bed, and we enjoyed them with coffee before one last roll. After she left, I went back to sleep, waking just before noon.

By mid-afternoon, though, I was pinging Madison to arrange another visit with our mutual friend. As much fun as last night had been, I couldn't resist the thought of another "indulge your whims" session. In less than an hour, he'd responded to my email with a zip file of photos, two short video clips, and an update on the last few months.

The photos were surprising, the videos even more-so. Diane was going deeper and deeper down the rabbit hole, it seemed. The photos showed her in a variety of classic bondage poses, blindfolded in some, hooded in most and wearing nothing else but high heels in most of the shots. There were a series showing her bound from the rafters in a basement or garage, red stripes appearing in more and more spots as I clicked through the photos. Another series showed her bound face down on a St. Andrew's cross, leather straps securing her at several points up and down her arms and legs, leaving her back exposed. Again, more red stripes appearing up and down her back and legs as the photos advanced.

The videos went in a slightly different direction. Both of them showed her masturbating herself to orgasm with her fingers. I recalled that this was one of the few things she had really refused to do in our early encounters, but obviously someone had broken through that barrier. In both of the movies, she was holding herself wide open with one hand while she masturbated with the other. In both movies, she obviously got off before the camera stopped.

Madison's emails were even more explicit. She was letting herself go further and further with her fantasies, allowing him to send men her way who were more and more demanding each time. She was often not able to pull herself together to go home and had taken to planning overnight sessions rather than hours-long evening encounters.

Madison also forwarded me a series of emails in which even her language shifted. In the early emails - and the ones I'd swapped with her before - there was always a sense that she was an equal partner in the play. Boundaries and safe words were established, limits were honored. In the latest emails, she almost always talked about herself in the third person, as if her body was an object completely at his disposal. "It will perform to your expectations and if it does not, you will please discipline it however you see fit." Or "please let her prove to you that she is nothing more than a repository for anyone you wish to have her service."

I told him to continue with whatever plans he had for her, but that I would be flying out tonight. I would send him my hotel information and expected her to be in the hotel lobby when I checked in.

The desk clerk handed me my card key and I slid him a $20, told him to leave my bags in the room and to provide me with an extra set of towels and two long-neck bottles of Corona. He smiled and nodded.

I walked back toward the entrance. I'd seen Diane sitting alone in the bar when I came in but ignored her. I was certain she saw me, she kept her head still but I saw her eyes following me as I walked from the taxi to the door. I made small-talk with the doorman, looking toward her once or twice.

"That woman in the bar. A guest?" I asked him.

"I don't know, sir. She arrived about fifteen minutes ago and has been sitting there alone." He brushed a spot off of the sleeve of his jacket.

"Pro?" I asked.

He smiled and looked at her. "I don't know. A bit on the short side, but nice enough looking." I saw Diane's eyes, she was watching us as surreptitiously as she could. Good. That was the effect I wanted. She had no idea what I was saying but I'd bet she was expecting us to walk over together.

I shook his hand and laughed. He was a bit puzzled, but laughed as well. I watched Diane from the corner of my eye. She fidgeted. Better. My game was having the right effect. Keep her guessing.

I walked into the bar, sat across the table from her. She didn't move, sat with her hands in her lap, looked at me, her eyes lowered, gaze fixed somewhere between my chin and chest. "You've come a long way," I said, reaching for the glass of white wine in front of her. I raised it, took a sip, sat it back down. She hadn't drank anything, there was no lipstick on the rim.

The waitress came to the table. An attractive, brown-haired woman in her late 20's. Her uniform was tasteful but sexy - short, tight, dark brown skirt and a white men's shirt with a bright red, satin tie. Her legs showed off fishnet stockings, but her shoes were flats. A lot of gold jewelry, bracelets, necklaces, earrings. 

"What will you have, sir?" she asked in a flirty voice.

"Well, I would like a glass of red wine. And for the lady, please bring her two large glasses of water, no ice." The woman looked at me with a puzzled expression, then looked at Diane. Diane remained motionless, eyes fixed at the same spot on my shirt.

"I would also like a plate of your mushroom appetizers, please," I said, eyes locked on Diane's face. "And please remove the lady's wine glass."

The waitress squinted her eyes slightly, but picked up the glass and put it on her tray. "Yes, sir, certainly."

"How nice," I said. "Diane, repeat that, would you?"

She took a short breath, then repeated "yes, sir, certainly."

I laid my hand on the table, palm up, then slid it toward Diane. She leaned sideways and picked up her purse, placed it in my open hand. It was a small, black purse, just large enough for a few things. I opened it and removed the contents one by one.

"Driver's license," I said, and laid it on the table. "Lipstick. Glide," I sat the bottle on the table and looked up at her, "anal lubricant, yes?" She nodded just barely. I reached into the purse again. "Ten...twenty...forty...sixty dollars cash. Ah..." I lifted the RC unit up, rested my elbow on the table, raised it in front of her face. "Ah, yes. Very good." Her eyes refocused, she looked at the small plastic unit, then I saw her eyes shift as she looked around to room. "Wondering if anyone's watching?" She lowered her eyes again. "Yes, there is someone watching. A man sitting at the bar has been looking at you since I got here. I wonder what he's thinking. I wonder what he'll think when he sees this," I continued, flicking on the RC device. Diane twitched slightly as the device between her legs began buzzing. "I wonder if he noticed."

The waitress came back to our table, sat the bottle of beer in front of me and slowly set the two tumblers of water in front of Diane. She tried not to stare at the bottle of lubricant on the table but failed. She opened her mouth to say something but I put a finger to my lips. "Shh..." To my surprise, Diane's face reddened visibly. I couldn't tell if the waitress heard the vibrator or not, but my "shh.." had the right effect on Diane. More humiliation.

The waitress gave me a disgusted look and stormed away. I pushed up the speed on Diane's RC and watched the thin film of sweat start to spread across her forehead.

"You look a bit distressed." I slid one of the glasses toward her. "You should have a drink of water." She raised her hand, reached for the glass. Lifting it slowly, she took a sip. "All of it," I said. "Now."

She raised the glass again, gulped and kept drinking until the glass was drained. She sat it down on the table and put her hands in her lap.

"The other one."

Diane closed her eyes for a brief moment, then opened them, picked up the glass, and guzzled the entire contents in one long drink. When she put the glass down, I noticed her hand tremble. Her shoulders were quivering slightly as well. I smiled and turned the RC off. She raised her eyes and looked at me, a combination of anger, shock, and confusion.

"Ah, you remember. How much I wanted you to cum for me?"

She didn't respond.

"The game's different now." I turned the RC on again, rotated the knob until it was on high. She slid down slightly in her seat. I pushed my chair back a few inches and looked at her. Her knees were opening, ankles crossed now to keep from shaking. I fluctuated the dial from high to medium to low, back and forth, watching her body move with the changes. Her lips were trembling now, she was getting close. I flipped the switch off.

"I want you to go to the bar. I want you to stand next to the man who has been watching us. I want him to smell you. If he talks to you, be polite."

She looked at me again, waiting for more instructions but I stopped there. I wanted to leave the ending ambiguous, leave the possibilities open. That way, whatever decision she made would be wrong. And she knew it. She was trapped. If he came on to her, should she say "yes" or "no"? Whatever decision she made would be wrong. And she would be punished for it.

Diane got up from the table, made her way across the room and stood about two feet from the man. He was sitting on a stool, sipping a double whisky. She stood against the bar, facing the large mirror behind it. The bartender came and asked her what she was having. She ordered another glass of white wine.

The man began chatting, Diane turned her head and answered him. After a few minutes, the bartender brought the wine. She took a sip. He raised his glass for a toast, she responded. They talked for a few more minutes.

Then, I turned on the vibrator. I saw Diane shift her feet one or twice in the first minute, then she pressed them together hard. He was still talking but her face showed she was distracted, not paying attention. I turned the speed up to about 5. She opened her legs a few inches apart. I saw her move her hips slightly forward and back. The man must have seen it too because he reached out a hand and toucher her forearm. She shook, nearly came. I turned off the RC and let her regain her composure. She put her hand on top of his, then reached for her wine and took another drink.

I flicked on the unit again, this time, rotated the knob to 8. I saw a puzzled look come over the man's face. He cocked his head slightly. Diane's face went red again, her mouth opened just a bit and the sweat along the side of her neck glistened. He hear something but didn't know what. I pushed the unit to 10 and watched her legs tremble with the effort to stay still. The man looked down the front of her dress. She was breathing faster now, he watched her belly rise and fall. I heard him swear, then he got up and walked out of the bar, shaking his head. 

Diane leaned forward against the bar and steadied herself. After a few seconds, she made her way quickly back to my table and sat down.

"Nicely done," I complimented her. "Nicely done."

I motioned to the waitress. "Now, two more glasses of water and we will head up to the room."

Diane's Next Damp Adventure Ch. 02



When Diane pressed the second glass to her lips, I noticed the tiniest hesitation. I reached out my hand and touched the surface of the glass. It felt slightly cool. I told her to set it back down and motioned for the waitress. 

She picked up her pad and pencil and came to our table. I watched her face as she approached. She was trying to maintain a polite, cheerful disposition but was clearly suspicious about what was going on between Diane and me. There was a mixture of curiously and confusion in her eyes, which made sense to me. She knew *something* was happening but she wasn't quite sure what.

"I wonder if you could bring a fresh glass of water."

She leaned forward slightly to look at the glass. "Is something wrong?"

"I don't mean to be any trouble, it just isn't exactly what I wanted. I had asked for it with no ice, which you handled fine. But what I really meant was that I wanted lukewarm water, just about room temperature."

"I'm sorry. No problem, I will get that right back to you," she said, picking the glass up from the table.

"It's very important," I continued. "It passed through the system faster. At least, that's what I've heard." I turned to Diane. "Diane, is that true?"

She didn't answer. The waitress turned to walk away but I raised my hand. "No, hold on a second." I turned back to Diane and asked again. "Diane, is that true? Does the water go through your system faster if it's lukewarm?"

Without turning her head or raising her eyes, she very softly said, "yes".

"Thank you," I said, then turned to the waitress. "Two more glasses please. Lukewarm."

The girl walked away quickly and quietly.

"Diane," I asked across the table. "Diane, look at me. I don't much care for this 'lower your eyes' stuff." She looked up and met my gaze. "Do you know why I do this to you?" She didn't answer.

"You know that I've been keeping up with your antics these last several months. You're becoming quite the man toy. You take a lot of pain and abuse, in fact, you revel in it. A lot of things have been done to you that would make other women cringe. You have no problem giving your mouth or any other part of your body to complete strangers, that is, as long as you're being commanded to."

She didn't answer, but I knew that my words were having the desired effect - she was starting to get aroused. I could see the flush at the base of her neck and her nipples getting stiff.

"But, these things are of no real use to me. What I want is to get at the core of what makes you do it. And we both know it, don't we? We've known each other a long time, well before you moved into this world." It was true, she'd flirted with these ideas for years in chat rooms, emails, and written fantasies long before she ever took the first step toward meeting with the man in Madison.

"And we both know what underlies it. The pain, the sex, the abuse, those are only the surface level behaviors, the manifestations of your deeper, more twisted drives. Underneath it all is obedience. Giving your will over to another person. And underneath that - bedrock to your psychology - is the need to be humiliated."

Diane didn't offer any response. I didn't expect any.

"That is one of the two things I have going for me, isn't it? That I know what you really want. The other..." I took the RC unit from my pocket and rested it on the table between us. "Is that you don't know what I am going to do next. The random element in my behavior.

"With the others, you pretty much know you will be blindfolded, tied, feet kept apart with bars, nipples tortured. But I like to keep coming at you out of left field. Things you don't expect, things you can't be prepared for."

I pushed the RC closer to her hand. "Go ahead. Pick it up."

She didn't move.

"Pick it up." A pause. Then, "I command you."

She did.

"Good. You see how simple that is? Now, turn it on and cum for me. I want you to cum exactly at the point the waitress is putting the second glass on the table."

Diane's eyes glazed over as she felt the vibrator begin humming between her legs. She turned her head slightly and saw that the waitress was at another table, taking an order. She turned her eyes back to look at me. I smiled. She smiled back, we were enjoying the same game, playing the same moves.

She fingered the dial, moving it from 5 to 7. "Keep it on the table and visible," I said, watching her jaw start to shiver. She was taking quicker breaths now as the vibrator did its job. She shifted her eyes and saw that the waitress was picking up the glasses the bartender had put on the counter. They were leaning close and talking quietly. The bartender turned his head and stared at Diane. The waitress said something sharp and the man turned his glance away, but Diane knew they'd been talking about her. She took a deep, sharp breath.

"They know, don't they?" I said across the table. She closed her eyes halfway, but quickly opened them again. She would need to know when the waitress was bringing their order.

"They don't know exactly. Should we tell them?" A look of panic came across her face. "Just in case they haven't guessed? Should I have you walk over to the bartender and tell him?"

Diane's body rocked slightly forward and back as she listened to me. The waitress came to the table, stood still for a moment. "Would you like to see if this is what you wanted?" she asked. She picked up the first glass and placed it in front of me. I noticed that she wasn't looking at me. She was looking at Diane and her eyes had changed. They were taunting, defiant. Maybe she *had* guessed.

I dipped my index finger into the glass, rested it there for a few seconds, then said ."It's fine. Thank you." The waitress's stare had not moved from Diane. She reached for the glass, slid it across the table from me to Diane. Then, she looked at Diane's hand, the one that was touching the RC unit. She turned and smiled at me.

"I have one of those at home," she said. "They're amazing." Then, she turned back to Diane, stared at her, and said in a mocking tone "Aren't they?"

Diane's face dissolved into a mask of submission and humiliation. She turned toward the waitress and looked into her eyes.

"Aren't they?" she asked again. This time, her tone was closer to an adult scolding a child. It dripped condescension and sarcasm. She reached for the second glass on her tray. I raised my hand. "One second. Hold on, please."

Diane's body began to shake as the orgasm came closer.

"Would you like to play a little game with me?" I asked the waitress in a conspiratorial tone. She turned to me and smiled. "Sure."

"Pick up the glass and set it near the table, but do not put it down." She did. "Now, lift it up and put it back on the tray." She gave me a puzzled look, but did as I said. "No, don't look at me, watch her." She turned her head toward Diane. "Good. Now, do it again."

She started to lower the glass. Diane let herself slide closer toward orgasm, visibly squirming now. When the waitress pulled the glass back, a look of frustration came over Diane's face. The waitress smiled. She repeated the gestures, watching Diane struggle to maintain some kind of control.

"Very Pavlovian," she said to me, giving me a sidelong glance.

Diane shivered slightly, a bead of sweat trickling down the side of her face as the woman repeated the motions three more times.

"All right, I think that's enough for now," I said. "Let's let her finish." The waitress rested the glass on the coaster and Diane shook her head and gave a soft grunt as she finally came.

I took the RC from her hand and flicked the power off. The waitress smiled and walked away.

"Drink up," I said to Diane.

She picked up the first of the two new glasses and drained it in one pass. I watched her, our eyes locked the whole time.

"Enjoying it? The anticipation?" I asked. She didn't respond. I pushed my chair back slightly. "Stay here. I have to use the men's room." I got up and went into the bathroom, relieved myself, then stayed a while at the sink, washing up, taking my time, leaving her to simmer.

When I returned to the table, I saw that she'd finished the second glass of water as well. I smiled and nodded.

"How are you feeling?" I asked.

"I..." she began, but stopped. This was curious, something new. It was more typical for her to either speak her mind or to remain quiet. She rarely stopped after starting a thought.

I leaned forward slightly and said, very softly, "...you what?"

She shook her head, lowered her eyes. I reached into my pocket for the RC and flipped it on, the setting at 3.

"No, no, please," she whispered, her eyes looking into mine and pleading. Again, this was very unusual. She knew from experience that this rarely worked on the others, did she expect it would work on me?

I nudged the device up to 5.

"I dribbled when I came." 

Her voice was weak and pleading. I flipped the RC off. We'd got over the hump. She'd said it. I knew how difficult it was for her. We'd played a lot of games online and she'd been through a lot with the strangers she'd been given to, but she was still a professional woman in a high powered position who'd been trained not to show weakness. I also knew she'd been steeped in guilt about her body functions by her strict religious upbringing. Wetting herself at all must have been terribly humiliating. But to say something about it out loud would have been devastating.

I stared at her and she lowered her eyes, fixed somewhere around the base of my neck. I sat silent for more than three full minutes, just looking at her eyes.

Finally, I said, "stand up."

She looked at me. I waited a few seconds and repeated, "stand up."

She pushed the chair back and rose, stood across the table from me.

"Turn around." She did. I could see a small, damp spot a few inches below the small of her back. Just a few drops really, but she didn't need to know that.

I made a small "tsk, tsk" sound and said "come over here." She walked around the table and stood at my left hand. I reached down and touched the back of her right knee. I rubbed gently up and down an inch or two. Then, I motioned for the waitress to come back again.

She raised a finger, indicating I should "wait a minute". I nodded.

I leaned toward Diane and said quietly, "I wonder if she has any suggestions?"

"Please..." she breathed.

"You must need to go pretty badly by now, would that be fair to say?" She just nodded. "How shall we handle this? Should we take you to the hotel pool? Have you walk into the pool in your dress and do it there? Watch your skirt float to the top of the water? Watch the yellow cloud appear around you?

"No, there might be families there and I don't want to subject them to watching you do such a horrible thing.

"Maybe a strip club? The women's room at a topless bar? Or maybe the unisex bathrooms at the local porno bookstore?" I squeezed her calf, released, squeezed.

"Maybe a rest stop. One of the porta johns at the rest stop out on 94?" I slid my hand up the calf, up the back of her knee, up the back of her thigh.

The waitress came to the table. "Can I help you?" She looked at Diane, looked at my hand on the back of her leg. "Sir, is everything all right?"

"One second," I said, then motioned for Diane to lean her ear closer. I whispered, "shall we tell her you had an accident?" Diane shook her head slightly, said nothing. I smiled.

"Yes, everything's fine. I just wanted to ask you to bring the bill."

She looked at my hand again, then at Diane's face. "Sure." As she walked toward the bar, I slid my hand further up Diane's leg.

"I have something for you. Go back and sit down." I removed my hand and she walked back around the table, slid her hands underneath her bottom as she sat down to smooth her skirt onto the chair.

I took my jacket off the back of the chair. I reached into the inside pocket, removed the small plastic bag. I watched for the waitress, I wanted to time this right.

"Do you know that game men play where you are told to slide off your panties and hand them across the table?" She nodded. "I expect some of the men you've been servicing this last year have had you do something like that?" Diane nodded again. "Kind of trite, isn't it?" No response. "Well, maybe not for other women, but certainly for someone like you." 

A pause. "Not much of a challenge at all. No, the challenge with someone like you is to find things that will actually have an effect on you. After everything you've done, how to find those boundary lines?"

She didn't respond but I could tell she was thinking the same thing. The difficult thing about this game was the challenge of keeping it new. I looked toward the bar, the waitress was not coming back yet. 

I waited another minute before saying anything.

"Another glass of water?"

She shook her head slightly, as I'd expected. We both knew it was a rhetorical question. If I said "drink", she would drink. If she said "no, thank you", it wouldn't matter. 

The waitress was tearing a copy of our bill off of the printer. I undid the zip lock on the bag. I'd vacuum sealed it earlier to make it's bulk less obvious. But now, I wanted it back to full size.

When I slid it out of the bag and onto the table, the air hit it and it began to grow. Diane's eyes widened - it was a very bulky adult diaper. It had been difficult to find one this large, most of the ones on the market had been engineered to be inconspicuous. Even the heavy-absorbency types were reasonably discrete. But this was an older brand and as bulky as any cloth baby diaper I'd ever seen.

It had grown back to its original size just as the waitress got to the table. She looked at, tried to repress a chuckle but failed. 

I looked at her. "Well, that's rude, isn't it?" She quickly turned and looked at me. "I'm sorry. I thought you were playing...you know..." She fell silent and reached toward me with the bill in her hand, obviously uncomfortable now. After the exchange we'd had earlier, she'd felt like she was in on the game, now she was completely lost. I let her stand there for a few seconds. My eyes were on Diane, trying to gauge how she was responding to the whole scene.

"I'm sorry, you're right. We are playing. I apologize for making you uncomfortable." I reached for the bill and signed it to my room. Then, I dug into my wallet and handed the woman a fifty dollar tip. "Thanks for your discretion." She smiled and leaned closer to me. "This isn't the first time I've had to ignore some pretty unusual behavior." I smiled. She turned and walked back to the bar, settled back on her stool and started chatting with the bartender again.

I turned back to Diane. "Well?" She didn't say anything.

"Go on. Put it on." Then, after a few seconds. "You can go to the ladies' room if you like." She reached for the pull on. When her hand touched it, I put my hand on top of hers.

"Are you anticipating what this will feel like? And what it will look like? Your dress is tight enough there will be no mistaking what you are wearing. Remember last time, the ropes? Everything will be clearly outlined this time, too." It was true. Her outfit this time was the same as I'd had her wear last time. Nothing too revealing or obvious, just a simple one piece, clingy, cocktail dress - the classic "little black dress". We'd done her up in a variety of shibari ropes, then pulled the dress over them. The contours of the ropes were obvious to anyone who had watched us as we walked from the hotel to a nearby restaurant and back again.

I continued to look into her eyes. "And how will it feel? You know that at some point, you will not be able to wait any longer. And, against every instinct, against all of the willpower you can marshal, you will fill the pad." Her face remained frozen. "You will feel it warm against you as you sit or as we walk. You will feel the fear of it overflowing. 

"How long can you last? Five glasses of water, Diane. Five. Large glasses. Nearly two quarts of water. All inside you right now. It's been over an hour." I continued talking in a slow, monotone voice. I knew the effect this had on the brain, the soothing, suggestive, hypnotic nature of that tone. Her eyes were glazing as I talked.

I jerked my hand back and said sharply "OK, then! On with it." She grimaced. The abruptness of my words probably had the effect I'd been after. I would be able to tell by looking at her dress when she stood up.



Diane's Next Damp Adventure Ch. 03



This story picks up at the end of chapter 2, you may want to read it before reading this one as you will miss some of the flow of the story if you don't.

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While Diane was in the ladies' room changing her underthings, I checked to see if her friend in Madison was online. He wasn't, so I sent him an email, briefly reporting how the evening was going and complimenting him on her obedience. Then, I asked whether I should just send her home when I was finished with her or if he had any plans for her later.

It was another two or three minutes before I saw Diane coming back down the hall. She looked nervous, taking small steps, her arms stiff at her sides. The black dress clung tightly to the contours of the diaper, there was no mistaking what she was wearing underneath.

As she walked past the bar, our waitress spotted her. A huge grin spread across her face and she turned, caught the bartender's attention, and pointed at Diane. The bartender leaned forward, unable to believe what he was seeing. I watched him mouth "holy crap"or something like that. The two of them leaned their heads closer, said something, and broke out laughing again.

Diane finally got to the table and handed me her original panties, the ones with the RC vibrator. I nodded. "We don't want to ruin those, do we?" She answered quietly, "no". She dropped her arms back to her sides and stood next to me, silent.

"Aren't you going to sit down?" I said in a teasing voice.

"I'd rather not," she said, quietly.

"I'll bet." I motioned to the waitress, then reached for Diane's left hand. "I'll bet you don't want to. It's been just over an hour, hasn't it? You must be ready to burst. Five glasses of water?" I stroked her hand gently.

The waitress handed me the bill, then looked at Diane. She didn't speak but it didn't matter. Diane knew what she was thinking. I reached into my pocket for my pen, signed the bill to my room, and handed it back to the woman.

"Would you like another glass of water for her?" she asked. Diane didn't move, didn't shift her eyes from the table.

"Nice of you to ask," I said. "But I think she has had enough." I touched Diane's belly lightly. "Isn't that true?" She just nodded her head.

"If you say so," the waitress said, walking back to the bar.

I got up out of my chair and led Diane toward the elevator. I purposely took full strides, making her move her feet quicker than she wanted to. She was biting her lower lip, the tension around her eyes was evident. I pushed the UP button, we waited a few minutes for the elevator. When the doors opened, I motioned her in ahead of me, then stepped inside and pushed the button for the 20th floor. We rode in silence, she with hands crossed in front of her, feet pressed together.

When the door opened for the 20th floor, she started to step out. I put my arm in front of her, stopping her. "On second thought, let's go back down," I said. She turned and looked at me, panic in her eyes. "What?" I asked, then leaned in and kissed her lips. I pressed the button for the 1st floor, waited for the door to close. When it did, I moved in closer, took her head in my hands and pressed our mouths together hard. She opened her lips and her tongue worked its way into my mouth. I felt her hands around my back and held her steady, kissing deep and wet. I pressed my knee between her legs and started pushing gently. I felt her begin to hump against my leg, then freeze. I pulled my face back, fingers tracing her neck and cheeks.

"Ah, a bit nervous? You can't afford to let yourself get too turned on? You might lose control?" I continued to goad her, leaning forward and whispering in her ear. "Haven't you realized yet that you have no options? That you have no future but the future I choose for you?" I slid my hand up the front of her dress, over her breasts, teasing the nipples. She closed her eyes, I heard her moan softly. "Open your legs, go on, spread your legs for me." She relaxed just a bit more, resting against the mirrored wall of the elevator. I slid my hand up underneath her dress, felt the cool flesh of her right thigh. The muscles underneath were tense, shivered slightly.

The elevator bell rang. It stopped at the 5th floor and the door opened. I took my hand away, slid it behind her back, but went back to kissing her deep, feeling her body go more and more limp. Three men got on the elevator, made no attempt to ignore us, grinned at each other. One of them caught me looking and gave me a thumbs up. I ignored him.

When the elevator stopped at the first floor, I stepped back and looked at Diane. She was leaning weakly against the wall, knees open, dress and hair disheveled, mouth slightly open. "Straighten up," I ordered as I stepped out of the elevator and walked across the lobby. She smoothed her dress, ran her fingers through her hair, and got out of the car. I could hear her feet as she shuffled quickly, trying her best to keep her thighs together but move quickly enough to catch up with me.

By the time she caught me, I was already outside. Traffic was light and there were few pedestrians. I stopped, turned and held out my hand for her. She reached and took my hand. We walked slowly from the hotel door to the end of the block, then I stopped. The light changed to red. There were three cars on our side of the street waiting, five or six on the other side. I walked her to the edge of the curb. The man who was driving the car looked at me, I nodded. He looked at Diane. I watched his eyes rove up and down her body, stopping for a long time at her hips, the bulge that revealed something bulky underneath. He looked at me again. I smiled at him, then turned to Diane.

"Do it."

She turned and looked at me, staring with disbelief.

"Do it. Now."

She continued to stare. The driver made a right-hand turn and I shook my head. "Stop. I changed my mind. No sense putting on a show if there is no audience."

Diane looked at the traffic signal, then back at me. "Are you serious?" I didn't answer. The light changed and I walked her across the street. We went into a convenience store. She followed me as I meandered through the aisles, all the time aware of the discomfort she was in.

The human body will typically process water in an hour or so. And the more water, the more urgent the need to get rid of it. At some point, it would begin to hurt. Diane was certainly past that point. But, she had something else warring inside her - her upbringing and professionalism. Even through she was wearing the adult diaper, unloading her bladder in public was unthinkable. I knew what was going on with every step she took - the private war within her between her body and its needs and her sense of herself and her limits. At some point, nature would take over. I knew that too. Nobody is strong enough to last forever. She thought it was a matter of willpower. She was mistaken.

I was tempted to tell her that. To tell her that she had no reason to hold out, it was inevitable so now was as good as ten minutes from now. But I wouldn't tell her. That would spoil the game. She had to think she'd let herself do it, that she had a choice.

"Here we go," I said, taking a 1 liter bottle of spring water off of the shelf. "This will do nicely."

Diane followed me as I walked to the checkout line. There were three people in front of us. I let Diane step in front of me, gave her just a slight nudge and she stumbled, catching her balance by grabbing the metal divider. I could tell from her grimace that she'd leaked another small trickle. I rested my hand in the small of her back, turned her, and pulled her close for another long kiss. She tasted exquisite.

When we got outside the store, I walked another block with her, further away from the hotel. I stopped in front of a small bistro. There were two large potted trees in front of the place, two empty sets of tables and chairs, and three customers sitting at a third.

"Hold your hands over the planter," I told her. She gave me a puzzled look but leaned forward slightly and did what I said. I unscrewed the top from the bottle of water and held it a few inches above her hands. "Close your eyes." She bit her lip and closed her eyes. I began to drizzle the water over her hands, letting it run from her thumbs over her palms and fingers, landing in a puddle in the planter.

"Feel that. Doesn't it feel nice? Nice lukewarm water." I continued to pour at an agonizingly slow pace. "Feel the flow, the steady trickle..." The look on her face changed. She was squeezing her eyes tighter now, trying to concentrate. "Diane? Diane, you might as well surrender. Imagine how nice it will feel. How warm..." I moved the bottle, the trickle was now over her wrists and just barely onto her forearms. "You know you will eventually, don't you?" I continued in a soft monotone. "You do everything eventually, don't you?" I moved the water now back and forth from her wrist to her fingertips. 

The people at the table were watching, pushed slightly back from the table and leaning in their chairs. I saw them out of the corner of my eye, ignored them. I was focused on Diane's face. Her jaw was quivering, eyes tighter than a minute ago. I tilted the bottle just a bit and the flow quickened. She shook her head, gently at first, then hard, back and forth. I saw tears welling in her eyes. I slowed the water to a trickle and heard her gasp. Then, her face relaxed, her eyes unclenched and her body moved slightly forward.

"That's a good girl. Yes, Diane. It feels so much better now, doesn't it?" I continued pouring the water until the bottle was empty. She was completely relaxed now, her surrender accomplished, her defenses abandoned. She'd taken another step, turned into something different than even before.

I tossed the empty bottle into a waste can nearby and held her hands, helped her stand erect. The three people at the table broke into polite applause. I nodded and smiled.