The (Diapered) Maid (Patreon)

Melissa couldn't recall a time when she had been more embarrassed then she was at that moment. She walked up the long staircase, her head down in shame, looking at each step, trying not to catch a glimpse of her humiliating underwear. Although the loud plastic crinkling sound it produced was enough to remind her.

The feeling of the padding between her legs, the pressure on her butt and private parts. She was trying not to think about, but it was the only thing on her mind.

She was wearing a diaper. For the first time since she was a little girl, she had on a pair of underpants meant to avoid her peeing in her pants. Designed specifically to absorb any ''accident'' she might have.

She couldn't lie though. She did have an accident. An hour earlier, as she was cleaning up the house, she had the misfortune of waiting for too long before listening to her bladder and ended up wetting herself uncontrollably while searching for a bathroom.

After putting her wet clothes in the washing machine and taking a shower, she had found a diaper left for her, implying she couldn't be trusted not to pee her pants anymore.

Melissa didn't want to lose her job, as the pay was considerable. She also did not want to reimburse her employer for the carpet she had most likely ruined in the living room, so when she heard him call, using a bell, she had no choice but to comply.

She put on her pantyhose over the childish diaper, in a desperate attempt to conceal it as much as possible while her skirt was in the dryer. Obviously it wasn't much of a success. The white diaper shined through it like a thinly veiled full moon.

As she climbed up the stairs, Melissa heard the bell for the 3rd time. The symbol of her submission as a good little maid, ready to answer the call of her masters.

Ah, the things she'd do for money... Being summoned by a bell, walking around in a visible diaper. The young maid was grateful her friend wasn't there to see her in such a babyish attire. She'd hear about it for the rest of her life. ''Remember the time you pissed your pants at work and had to clean up the mess wearing nothing but a big diaper?!'' Oh that, she would remember. 

Melissa walked into the hallway where the sound came from. It wasn't, however, the man she had met earlier who held the bell. It was his wife, Victoria, a beautiful woman who looked to be in her late forties.

She seemed surprised to see Melissa in that attire. The young girl kept her eyes to the floor, too embarrassed to look at her in the eyes while exhbibit her diapered bottom through her pantyhose.

''Hector'' Victoria called. ''Why is our maid wearing a diaper?''

No one answered. The woman looked at Melissa more closely.

''Oh well, at least it may help remind him what a child you actually are. This way he won't be fawning over you like with the others. So... what did you do to end up in those? Wet yourself, did you?''

Melissa remained silent, she wanted to disappear then and there.

''I asked you a question. Are you refusing to answer?''

''No Madam!'' Said the young maid in a hurry. ''I mean yes Madam... I... Did, have an accident. I apologize, it won't happen again.''

''Even if it does... you're protected now aren't you?''

Melissa blushed profusely as the woman hinted at her crinkly underwear. The very thought of having to use that diaper made Melissa uncomfortable, but what could she say? That she wouldn't need to pee herself again and that she'd just remove the diaper to go to the bathroom like the big girl she was? After what she had just done, it would've been ill advised to deny it.

''Yes Madam'' she replied reluctantely. Therefore admitting to the possibility of having another ''accident'' although, this time, she'd wet her diaper.

''Very well.'' Victoria continued.  ''I hope you didn't damage anything valuable when you... Disgraced yourself.''

''No Madam... I... Did wet the carpet in the living room.''

That was a hard thing to admit as well, but as a maid she didn't have much power, concealing such a thing would be a sure way to get her fired, she knew it. Even though the thought of leaving this place was increasingly pleasant, she'd want it to be on her own terms. She'd rather leave because she couldn't take the humiliation of wearing diapers publicly then being kicked out because she ''forgot'' to mention that there was a puddle of her own making in the corner of the living-room floor.

''Well it won't clean itself up! Go on. And come back to me after you're done. You may yet prove to be more useful then you know.''

She'd ''prove to be useful'' in what regard? She definitely did not feel useful as she scrubbed her own urine from the floor. Maid's are supposed to clean up their employers' mess... not their own.

Melissa couldn't help but replay those words in her mind as she bent over the puddle of pee with her diapered butt up in the air, like the good little maid she was.

Most of all she hoped that no one else would walk into the room, wether maid or guest, to witness her shameful deed.

There was no mistake as to what that puddle was when you saw Melissa's round butt swaddled in a white disposable diaper through her pantyhose as she crawled around on all fours to make her embarrassment disappear.

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