Emma winced as the gravel under her feet shifted for what felt like the millionth time. The path to Mistress’ cottage was long and steep in some places. The trail doubled back on itself several times. With the recent storm, this side of the mountain stayed slippery for days due to how little sunlight made its way over here. Her legs were sore, not only from her diaper gently pushing her thighs apart just enough to make her legs use different muscles, but also from the heavy weight on her back. In order to ensure that Mistress wouldn’t get upset from showing up unannounced, she brought as many supplies as she could in her biggest backpack. It always took a decent bit of time to make it out to her little home out on the mountainside.
She kicked aside a branch, only then noticing the thickness of her diaper under her shorts. She squeezed the front, then the back, testing to see just how much dry padding she had left, hoping that Mistress would be in a good enough mood. Even though she wouldn’t mention it to Mistress, she thought the rule that she couldn’t change her own diaper was rather silly. While it had brought her closer to Mia and Sofie on a personal level, she couldn’t let her personal feelings come in the way of such an easy job.
With the cottage coming into view, Emma stopped, placing her hands on her legs as she panted. Smoke rose from the chimney, the smell of a home-cooked meal teasing her nostrils. Mistress had always been an excellent cook; she relished the rare times that Mistress came down in between bookings to cook for them. While cuddling was Emma’s love language, Mistress’s was cooking. Mistress only came down to the resort in between bookings, usually to catch up with her staff and to replenish her supplies.
Mistress had been the first one to find this place. Emma was impressed that someone like her could capitalize such an exotic place, though part of her thought it was wrong to commercialize such a unique and magical land. Another part of her was just happy to be included in taking care of the area as one of its caretakers; once their guests left, she, Mia, and Sofie would all tend to the flowers surrounding the property, ensuring that they would all start to affect their new guests as soon as they arrived. Mistress figured it was best to ease their new guests into losing their bladder control before their first night had passed as it made transitioning to the relaxing comfort of diapers much easier. Since it was based out of need rather than a suggestion, Mistress had taken every precaution necessary to ensure a pleasant stay. Perhaps it was morally gray to ease their guests into thick diapers, but Mistress knew best. Emma thought this was done In order to keep their secret a secret. By converting regular people into those that needed diapers, at least temporarily, she figured that their secret would be kept safe because the guests were now in on it.
As she took the last few steps up to Mistress’s door, Emma prayed that she was in a good mood. It was forbidden to show up unannounced. The punishment for breaking one of her rules was a good, hard spanking right below the diaper on the back of her legs. While submitting to one such as Mistress had been difficult at first, she had found pleasure in giving up control, especially since the pay was so high. If she had to endure a little incontinence and some spankings to secure her future, she’d take that deal ten out of ten times.
She nervously cleared her throat and knocked three times on the door. The door swung open a few moments later, revealing a short woman with dark brown hair wearing a light blue dress that fell just above her knees. Emma’s eyes dropped to the ground in between them out of respect, though her gaze lingered on the slight protrusion that Mistress’s diaper made against her clothes.
Mistress’ eyes narrowed as she looked up at her. “You’re not supposed to be here,” she plainly stated.
Emma winced on the inside as she tried her best to analyze Mistress’s tone. “Yes, ma’am, I know, but I couldn’t stay away. There’s–” A knot formed in her throat as she worried that Mistress wasn’t going to let her fully explain. That familiar look in her eye showed Mistress switching to Dom mode; it made sense that she didn’t play that role while she was alone in her home.
“There’s what? Spit it out, girl,” Mistress said as she leaned against the doorframe. She crossed her arms under her breasts.
“May I come in first?” Emma hopefully asked. “There’s something you need to know.” Mistress looked her up and down then stepped aside, silently inviting her in. She wiped her feet on the welcome mat then stepped inside. She didn’t waste any time at all telling Mistress about what Sofie had done and how one of the guests had undergone the same procedure.
Mistress stayed silent once Emma finally closed her mouth. “I know it’s been a while since I’ve visited; perhaps it’s time I speak to Sofie and get to the bottom of this. I appreciate you coming by and telling me.”
“What will become of us?” Emma asked. Her head hung low as she kept her gaze locked on the floor out of respect for her rules. They weren’t allowed to look up at Mistress unless she permitted it. “I know I broke some rules coming to tell you this. I only ask that you show Mia and I mercy.” She cautioned a look up at Mistress for a split-second, then let her gaze fall to the floor once more.
Mistress sighed. “I need some time to dwell on what you’ve told me. If what you’ve told me is true, I will have to do something about Sofie; she should not have allowed our guest to go through that. The safety of our guests is paramount and Sofie put that at risk. Perhaps I gave her too much freedom.” She stood up, indicating that their meeting was over, then gestured over at the changing table that lay against the far wall. “If you need a change, I’d be happy to tend to your needs before your journey back commences.”
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