QH Archives: A Crisis Shortly After 6 PM (Patreon)

I had been given very simple instructions: take a photo of the current condition of my diaper once every hour and send it to Mistress. Yet I've sent her photos for the last three hours, showing the progressively soaked condition of them, and yet there was no response. 

How could this be? Surely she would want to send me some quips about how pathetic or infantile I was being. 

I suddenly had a thought: Who had I actually sent those photos too? My heart was pounding as I reviewed my previously sent texts. 

No...I hadn't sent them to Mistress. They had been sent to...my boss? I couldn’t believe it. I just about dropped my phone and passed out on the floor. Of course, I thought. I told myself months ago that this would happen. They did have incredibly similar names - why hadn’t I done more to name them differently in my phone?

As of yet, there had been no response. Had my boss seen the photos? She had to have. If she hadn’t yet, then it was only a matter of time.

My boss already had so little respect for me. I couldn’t begin to imagine what to expect at work tomorrow.

But also…

I don’t know what you think you’re doing, but you’ve not followed my demands tonight, a new text from my mistress appeared. I panicked. What would I say? What could I say? There was no doubt she was pissed at me now too.

I felt myself pissing my diaper again. I might as well send this to her, I thought. It was the least I could do in these moments before things undoubtedly got worse.