Locked into Love – Chapter Two (Commission) (Patreon)

Thanks to Samantha for commissioning this one! :-)

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Things were getting positively uncomfortable for Laura.

Oh, not that anyone would have known by just watching her. The music was loud, and the laughter was real, and as she and Will bantered with their set of friends by the bar, everything appeared perfectly normal. It was a nice Saturday evening with Shane and Dara and Kim and Jen: the perfect time and place to kick back, drink, and just catch up on all the gossip of the past weeks.

"No way, really? Right on the mouth? So then what did she do?" And to her rosy lips she brought her glass once more: sipping at her third beer of the evening, and trying to ignore the mounting pressure in her bladder. She'd meant to go before leaving, honestly. But Will had been in a rush to get there, so she'd just slipped on her heels and hurried out the door with an internal shrug.

It was a decision she was fast coming to regret.

"Yes, totally! So then she was like, I can't let you just kiss me so, like, casually. If you wanna flirt like that, I'm gonna expect you to follow up with something serious!" Kim was laughing heartily as she recounted her coworker's antics. "So you know what happened then? She said she took this chick home, and – well. She didn't go into the details, sadly. But she did grin pretty big. And I swear I saw some rope marks on her wrists later that day!"

Laura chuckled along with Will, clenching meanwhile at the rising pressure between her legs. "That sounds like a hell of a fun night," Will was observing, and even as he spoke he was nudging his own, still mostly full beer toward his fiancée's hand. "Hey, can you finish this, babe? I'm driving tonight, so not much more for me…"

She shook her head in wry refusal. "Oh, no, I couldn't. I'm still working on mine, you know…" But then she felt his hand on her thigh squeezing ever so insistently. "Now, now," he murmured, his voice low and rumbly in her ear. "I really think you'd better, babe. I've decided you need to stay very well hydrated tonight. So we're not leaving until you've downed it all, okay?"

She shivered as the stubble of his beard, the impact of his commanding words, and the pangs from her aching bladder all combined into a delicious swirl of sensations. God, she loved being ordered around like this! But Will had never done anything like this in public before – and definitely not in front of friends. Surely he wasn't going to out her as a submissive little slut right in front of Kim and Dara and everyone-?

"But… but I kinda have to use the bathroom," she began to murmur back, but all she got was a tighter squeeze of her thigh and Will's voice, now loudly conversational once more. "Anyway, I almost forgot! How's the community restoration project going, Shane? Need any more volunteers over the summer?"

He was ignoring her urgency – deliberately. He was silently ordering her to be quiet, to suffer in silence, to sit there in rising desperation, obediently gulping down ever more liquids. Oh… fuck.

Laura gulped at the realization, her mind filling with a sudden tangle of variously logical and horny thoughts. She should drink it all down, and fast. The sooner she finished, the sooner they could leave – and the sooner they could get back home. But then again…

Ah, it was so stupidly, delightfully thrilling to sit here like this! Will might not be force-feeding her bottle after bottle of brain-fogging regression formula, like in her deepest and dirtiest fantasies. She might not be sitting there, bound and gagged and helpless in a giant diaper. But the core elements were there: desperation. Will dominating her. Utter helplessness. The real possibility of her embarrassing herself. And yeah… they were all wonderfully dirty and delectable pleasures for her subby self.

So Laura reached for the beer once more, heart thumping an unnaturally quick rhythm, and began slowly, deliberately chugging it down. Then, a minute later, she was reaching for Will's. Like the good girl she was.

Half an hour later, she was finding that it had been yet another bad move. She was practically quivering in her seat now, desperately clenching her thighs together with as much force as decorum would allow. On and on Dara and Kim prattled about the great new yoga studio that had just opened, while Will and Shane and Jen hotly debated the varying merits of the different Terminator movies. She wriggled in place experimentally, her ever-more unsteady eyes veering time and again back toward the restrooms in the back. But Will's arm was around her, and she knew that he wasn't about to let her go anywhere.

Was all this part of some plan of his?

She gulped tipsily, mind filling with desperate longing for anything to save her. If only she'd dared to wear one of those diapers they'd gotten her for Halloween! It was an absurd idea, of course, and far too public for her to realistically consider. But right now… ugh, what she wouldn't have given to be sitting in one right now! She could sit there, a sweet and pathetic little sub for Will: dribbling and leaking out into her pants, just like the diaper-trained little baby-wife she fantasized about being…

Maybe it was the thought of those words that pushed her over the edge. Maybe it was just coincidence, or the lowered inhibitions brought on by nearly four beers. But before she knew it, she was stiffening with the sensation of her flimsy panties warming between her legs… soaking with the unstoppable dribbles from her swollen bladder.

"I-! I need to- I've gotta-" It was all she could get out, and as all eyes turned toward her, her stomach flip-flopped with sordid shame and arousal. Will's arm was loosening at last! She slid frantically forward on the already wet surface of the bar stool in a blind, instinctual urge to run for the toilet – but Will caught her by the arm. "Aww, babe. Is everything okay?" His voice was warm and ever so innocent, his dark eyes wide with feigned surprise. "Wait, are you… having an accident?!"

She was – as was abundantly clear to all. The river was in full flood now, and she stood staring down in horror as the urine streamed down between her legs and pattered on the floor. Errant rivulets were snaking down her legs, saturating her pants and staining the fabric with their dark, incriminating trails. This woman pissed her pants, they shouted mutely. She's a grown woman who doesn't even know how to control her own bodily functions!

"Oh my god! Laura, you- are you okay?" "Haha – oh, my god! Yo, had a bit too much to drink, girl?" "Will, looks like your girl's in a bit of a pickle!" "Wow, Laura! You do know there's a bathroom back there, right?" Their friends were kind enough, of course – but thanks to the alcohol, Laura's indiscretion was seeming less like an embarrassing mishap and more like the best joke of the night. "That's so fucking funny, girl! Nah, you're fine, you're fine!" "Hey, quick pic, girls! I wanna remember this one for sure!"

***

Half an hour later, Will was escorting the wide-eyed, shivering Laura firmly back the hall and into the safety of their bedroom. "You really made a mess of those pants, baby," he scolded, and in his tone was all the exasperated command of a no-nonsense dad dealing with a disgraced child. "Here I thought you were a big girl, hmm? You know – big enough not to pee her pants out in public, in front of her friends? I certainly was wrong, wasn't I?"

Laura gulped as her soiled pants tumbled to the floor, revealing her similarly soaked panties – and beneath, her visibly swollen and eager pussy. "I- I'm sorry, Daddy," she whimpered, half in play and half in earnest. She'd never experienced such humiliation before, and even now she was teetering between genuine horror at what she'd done and raging arousal. "I didn't mean to! I jus'- jus' had to go potty…"

"In your pants? Like a baby?!" Will was obviously relishing the role, and now his own pants and shirt were tumbling to the floor. "No, no- not a baby!" Laura protested reflexively, shivering at the sight of Will's erect cock springing free from his boxers. "Well, you certainly acted like one," he returned, and now he was fully nude and hauling her firmly into their spacious walk-in shower. "Down on your hands and knees, baby girl," he ordered, and with a jerk her panties were down around her ankles. "I happen to think that's where you belong right now. And you know why?"

Her mind was receding now, everything blurring into an alcohol and hormone-infused blur of pleasure and shame. "Wh-why, Daddy?" She bleated, stumbling onto the cool shower floor with her naked ass and pussy on display. "Because you're loving this, you dirty girl," he snapped, and she yelped as his hand dealt her left buttock a sharp crack. "I can see it, you know. You want to be a little piss-baby, don't you? Look: your pretty little pussy is dripping wet already! And if that's the case…"

That's how Laura's evening reached its climax: with her on hands and knees, her naked and piss-soaked pussy being pounded from behind by an ardently grunting Will. With every thrust her bladder leaked more, splattering pathetically to the tile beneath her. With every minute and every surge of pleasure, her mind dissolved further into the wonderful mush of subspace. She was a dirty girl, she wailed in agreement. She was a pissy, dirty baby who needed Daddy to train her. She was a wet, pathetic little baby who belonged in diapers…

Indeed, she was. Even the next morning, as Will cradled her close and whisperingly asked if she was okay, she nodded and let her eyes sink closed in dreamy contentment. "I'm a dirty baby girl," she murmured, strangely at peace with what had transpired the evening before. "Such a wet baby… for you…"

(To be continued!)